Welcome Lucy

Guys, she's here!

Ok, technically she's been here for 6 weeks, but I've been spending some time away from blogging and adjusting to life with 2 little ones.  So far, so good.....except for that one time when I found Jude playing in the toilet while I was feeding Lucy....or the time Jude thought it would be fun to color the ottoman red even though I thought I hid the crayons.  Besides a few little mishaps (which I've learned to just let slide otherwise I'll go crazy) things are going rather smoothly.

For the record, it's true what they say about having different priorities when you have kids (plural).  Showers are a luxury, makeup is non-existent, half the time I have no idea what my hair is doing, my outfits consist of what's in arms reach and somewhat fits (I'm not even picky about it being clean...), and leaving the house is a real treat (for all of us).  Life is different, for now, but a good different.  Although I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't miss feeling 'put together'.  I guess there will be a time for that later.

Luckily, Lucy is a great baby!  She sleeps for 3 to 4 hours at a time during the night, which has put us in a great routine (last feeding at 10ish...wakes up at 2 or 3 to eat, then sleeps again for 3ish hours, and I either get up then and shower or snooze a little more until Jude wakes up) .  She eats well (much better than her brother), and has been smiling for 3 weeks now.  She loves to hear her name and LOVES being held and talked to....she even babbles back.  I'm so proud, she's already my social butterfly!

I can't wait to tell you about Lucy's birth story.  I have it half written.  The other half could be finished tomorrow or in 3 weeks, we just never know.  We don't plan much around here anymore, except for doctor's appointments.  Speaking of which, Lucy has one tomorrow.  Poor baby will get some shots.  I'll let you know how that goes!

Thanks for sticking with my little blog over here!  I promise to keep posting!

One week

Oh hey there my sweet, little, neglected blog! I've been missing you! I can't say I've been relaxing these past few weeks, although I wish that were the case. Instead, just the opposite. I entered extreme nesting mode the same time my little lovebug picked up a super nasty flu. It was bad timing. He has never been sick like that ever before. We had bodily fluids from both ends for an entire week {sorry folks, no sugar-coating over here}. Let's just say we went through like 7 outfits a day between the 2 of us. My washer had no idea what hit it. To be honest, neither did I. I felt so sad for my bugs! He walked around with his sad, sick eyes and there was just nothing we could do but watch Toy Story 3 and PBS kids on the iPad over and over again. Speaking of which, anyone out there ever watched "Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood" on PBS? It's pretty cute. It's like an animated version of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood and Jude loves it. There was an episode on a while ago where all the characters were gonna go on a field trip to the crayon factory to see how crayons are made. The only problem was that Owl got sick and couldn't go! He stayed home so he would get better. Well, can I just tell you how cute it is when your sick 21 month old relates his life to Owl's? The entire week he'd just bust out these 3 words in this particular order: "Sick. Owl. Crayon" in his cute little sick voice. I die just thinking about it. How he remembered Owl was sick and made the connection to him....adorbs!

So while dealing with sick, owl, crayon, I must've picked a little something up myself. Lucky me! I was 38 weeks preggo and up all night for like 4 nights straight because of a stupid cough/cold. People, I was annoyed...my last few nights of uninterrupted sleep, were interrupted, and not by a cute baby either. Ugh. And then to make things extra fun, Jude ended up catching my cold/cough this past week, so we've been dealing with another sick owl crayon! Absolutely awful if you ask me. He was such a trooper and in all honesty, probably handled the cough better than I did! {but in my defense, he didn't have an entire tiny person in his belly that would feel like she was going to shoot out with every annoying cough}. After all of that, and I don't want to jinx myself here, but after all of that, I think we are finally on the mend! Only cost Jude an entire pound and 3 weeks to shake, but praise the Lord...I see the light at the end of this sick, sick tunnel.

And the light couldn't come soon enough because have I told you lately that I'm going to have a baby soon? Like soon...as in a week from today? It's unreal! But I finally feel ready! For so long I've just been terrified of going into labor because of the whole being down here in St. Louis by ourselves and having a toddler to worry about and a hubby who works at least 15-20 minutes from home. I've been praying that I find peace with it and that my anxiety turns to trust. Trust that everything will be fine; trust that God knows what He's doing. As we get closer to the due date, and closer to the time that our families will be here with us, my fears are slowly slipping away and I am very much ok if this baby girl of mine decides to come early. Thank you, God, for the answered prayer! My heart needed the comfort.

Tomorrow I have my 39 week appointment. At 37 weeks I was dilated 1cm and last week I was 2-2 1/2 cm dilated. Apparently she's way down there and ready to go! Still haven't had any contractions or anything, but I only felt one with Jude before my water broke, so maybe it'll be similar this time. I will be sure to let you know {because I know you won't be able to sleep at night until you know those kinds of details about my pregnancy}. Let's hope for some progress!

Until then, I'm going to get a full night of sleep while I still can!

Ps- pics to come soon! Nighty night!

36 weeks

Well.  I'm getting there folks.  And I sure do feel huge tonight.

 

Please disregard everything else in this picture besides the bump.  My hair was having one of those days.  So was my face, apparently. 

 

Luckily, I'm still feeling pretty good!  I waddle on days like today, when she finds herself in some crazy uncomfortable positions.  But that's about it!  I'm just praying she stays in there until our family comes down.  Or at least until I pack the hospital bag......

 

 

PLEASE WATCH

Hey you guys!  Do you have 20 minutes?  If so, you NEED to watch this.  If not, you need to find a time when you do and WATCH THIS.  Bottom line, this needs to get watched by you {and everyone you know}.

A little background before you watch:

This is a video about finding a cure for cancer.  It was made by Gloria Borges, a girl I went to high school with.  She was a few years older than me, but when your high school only has about 100 girls a class, you sort of get to know everyone.  And trust me, everyone knew Gloria.  She just has that spunk.  That sparkle.  That addicting positive spirit.  She was brilliantly smart, funny, involved in just about everything {sports, being our school vice president, endless clubs, just to name a few}, she just had it all going for her.  Someone you remember.  I have been keeping up with her story through our high school alumni magazines, and then found her blog/foundation online. Today, her foundation came out with this new project, highlighted in this video.  Here is her story:





My Grandpa has been a colon cancer survivor {warrior!} for 30+ years, even with a similar grim outlook as Gloria's.  Christopher's Grandpa died of colon cancer.  It affects both of our families, and maybe even some of yours.  If not colon cancer, cancer in general affects everyone.  We need to find a cure!

And who knows, when we find a cure for cancer, maybe we can even find a cure for other diseases.  Please pass this on, and share with everyone you know!

God Bless!

Snow long ago

Woah.  I haven't posted in a while!

If I'm being completely honest, it's because I've been in a funk.

If I'm being honest, it's because The Bugs has been giving me a run for my {non-existent} money.

If I'm being honest, I've been stressing myself out trying to get the house/everything ready for a new baby girl who will be here in like a month.  EEEEK.

If I'm being honest, I've been missing Omaha.   The familiarity, the support of family, the convenience.

I want to touch on some of these subjects more in depth later, but for now I'm here to report that I'm slowly climbing out of my funk......and I couldn't be happier!

During that funk, we had a snowfall {somewhat} worthy of a snowsuit and boots so I had to take advantage and bundle up that Bugs so he could do the whole "snow" experience for the first time!  He waddled around like a puffed-up marshmallow.  It was presh.

my 'elper'

all done!

While I'm talking about this little guy, I've gotta tell you just how much he's grown lately.  Not so much in the weight category, somewhat in the height {he's rocking the tom sawyer pant look more often than not lately}, but more importantly in the vocab department.  This kid talks to me like a person!  It's so darn cute.  But oh boy does he have a strong personality.  He knows exactly what he wants {the apple doesn't.....you know the deal}.  And generally speaking, most of the time he wants "more trucks".

Let me just explain to you what 'more trucks' means.  It means, "hey mom, let's not stay at home today. Let's drive around and find all the trucks we can.  Like the mail trucks, the ups trucks, the fedex trucks, the trash trucks, the big trucks {to name some faves} and all the other cool trucks on the mean streets of the Lou.  You guys, my son is ALL boy.  He loves trucks!  So we try and go somewhere everyday just so we can see "more trucks".

While heading to library storytime on Monday {and to see 'more trucks' of course} we encountered Jude's heaven:  Construction work.  This consisted of like 3 "Bob trucks"  aka bulldozers and other trucks you might find on the hit show "Bob the Builder", let's just say my main man was beside himself.  I told him we could see them when we were done with storytime.  Big mistake.  You might think that a wee one would forget about those trucks when distracted at storytime, right?  Oh no.  Not my wee one.  He screamed the whole time, "More Trucks.  Peas! More Bob trucks."  He got so out of control that I literally had to explain what was happening to the entire group.  He got so out of control that when Miss W walked by to show Jude a picture in the book he grabbed the book to close it, looked right up at the teacher and said, "Allllllllll dooooone!  More trucks!"  This is my child.

So needless to say, someone's been keeping me busy.  Little does he know what's about to him in a little over a month.  Dear Lord, help us all!

Comments

Hey guys!

I know I just posted about February, but I also have been meaning to fix a few errors regarding commenting on this here blog.  Apparently, the comments weren't working?  I tried to fix this a few months ago, but couldn't figure it out.  But now I think I might've!  If there's anyone out there reading this, can you comment and let me know that it's back up and working?  I'd love to know if I actually handled the sitch.

Thanks a mil!

Love. Love. Love.

I love February!  

It's that transition month, when colors seem to come back into our lives, and it's acceptable to eat tons of chocolate.  Not to mention you get to celebrate love and everything roses {have I mentioned that I love roses?} 

Happy February, loves!