Saturday, February 27, 2010

When You're Here, You're Family.

Today we all went on our very first family date! Look at us, all grown up and brave enough to leave the house with our baby.

Something as simple as going to Olive Garden becomes a big deal (like, really really BIG) when you have a baby. We have to plan everything around H's "I need a boob in my mouth every two-three hours" schedule and although we were on a date, we held our breaths the entire time hoping he wouldn't start CRYING! halfway through lunch.

Of course getting out of the house takes us waaay longer than usual too (it always goes something like this: oh crap, I forgot a diaper! Hold on, I need to grab an extra blanket. Did you remember the gift card? Is that a poop stain on H's overalls? Wait, now I have to pee...) And sitting through a meal now involves peaking in on baby every two minutes (Is he really still sleeping?) and conversations about peed on shirts and infant hair growth.

But I'd say date = success! We made it through our entire meal with just a few seconds of baby fuss and were able to enjoy spending time with each other somewhere other than our living room. It was really fun showing off our new baby too. H is totally a grandma's man. Attracting the older ladies...Go Henry!

I was so excited to be out of the house (oh no, do I still remember how to talk to adults?), G still makes a pretty hot date, and Henry is definitely the cutest and tiniest company I've ever had the pleasure of dining with.

Hey you, public! You'd better watch out for these three...we're starting to kick some serious butt!

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Friday, February 26, 2010



We're totally looking forward to a whole weekend with G!! I'm even thinking we might try our first baby, mom, and dad date...if we're feeling really brave. Happy Friday everyone!!

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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Henry's Smiles.

Thanks to everyone for clicking the Top Baby Blogs button for us! As promised, here's a video of H. He's been smiling more and more lately and I'm positive that this time it's not gas. I've only been lucky enough to catch a little of it on video once, which is pretty surprising considering the ridiculous amount of video/picture we take of this kid daily.

Warning to the G'mas
: this might make your hearts melt just a bit....Oookay. A LOT.

They Went Out the DOOR!

I can't believe that it's already time for me to start thinking about going back to work. That means preparing myself for the many Dora and Diego inspired conversations like these:

F: Guess WHAT?!
Me: What?
F: My fambily is LOST!
Me: Oh no! What happened?
F: They went out the DOOR!
Me: Oh?
F: We have to go find them!
Me: Let's finish eating lunch first...mmmkay?
F: ::Contemplates:: Okay. Allie?
Me: Yes F?
F: We're so glad you're here! (takes bite of sandwich)
Me: Me too

::Gasp::...Guess WHAT?!
Me: What F...
F: My fambily is lost!
Me: I know!
F: They went out the DOOR!
Me: Yes...
F: We have to go find them!
Me: Not right now F, maybe later...
F: Allie?
Me: Yes?
F: We're so glad you're here!
Me: Me too! Now eat some more lunch okay?

::Gasp:: Guess WHAT?!

.......Repeat three-five more times.

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Tuesday, February 23, 2010


Lately I have been super disappointed with the slings we have. Henry loves it when I wear him around the house, but the slings I have create more hassle than good and it seriously takes about ten tries before I can get him in a position that isn't cutting off his circulation or creating breathing problems. The first few times we used it he'd make these ridiculously adorable noises which = "Oh! He's cooing! He loooves the sling so much! YAY!" Um. Turns out those "coos" are really just noises babies make when they are having a difficult time breathing. When their mom has crammed them into a crappy sling and swears that it's for the good of the baby. Good job, Mom.

I love that the sling is so handy when it comes to going out. I can grocery shop like whoa (i'm a total mom now!) and not have to worry about taking his car seat out of the car but in the parking lot as I lift H in the air a dozen times, twisting him into awkward positions and pulling him in and out in and out in and out of the crap sling I imagine people watching are probably wondering who I stole my baby from. It's rather embarrassing.

I'd really just love a sling that works. One of those slings that make those fashionable, skinny moms in all of the adds smile so huge. One that doesn't constantly remind me that getting a crappy epidural sucked, because now everything weighing over a pound hurts my lower back like crazy. The only problem is...there's waaay to many types to sort through! I really don't have the a) money. b) patience. and c) time.

Can any of you suggest some worry-free slings? I'm looking for something that:

1. G would be comfortable wearing in public
2. Is not expensive ($35 max? Is that crazy?)
3. Doesn't have a butt load of unnecessary fabric
4. Is breastfeeding compatible
5. Is easy on my back
6. Doesn't make me look like a complete idiot while trying to put baby in
7. Places baby up by my chest, rather than down by my stomach (maybe that's the problem?)

I hear wraps are great as well and would be open to any comments on those too. Maybe those would be better for breastfeeding??

I hate feeling like I'm wasting precious time. H keeps getting older and I can barely "wear him" because it's too uncomfortable for the both of us....It will be so nice to finally have something that actually works.

Monday, February 22, 2010

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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Dear Henry.

Dear Henry,

This morning I looked at you sitting on our bed and got kinda sad because you are growing bigger so fast.

If I could I would freeze time right here. Keep you teeny tiny until I'm more prepared.

Could you stay this size just a little bit longer? I'm totally not ready for you to grow again...


Saturday, February 20, 2010

Bunz, Meet Baby.

One of the first things I thought when I found out I was pregnant was, "Oh crap. How will Bunz handle having a baby around? Is that pair even possible?"

Bunz Olsen isn't the cuddliest, friendliest cat. She never has been. Even as a little kitten she would bully the others around and do her own thing. She corners our guests and has been known to draw some pretty serious blood. Sounds like a good family pet, right?

During my pregnancy I read tons of articles on preparing your cat for the arrival of a baby. They all suggested things like carrying around a baby doll and treating it like it was real. Or sitting your cat down and having a one on one, describing to him what was about to happen.

Riiiight. Okay, that doesn't sound completely freakin nuts.

So instead of reading a, "You're a Big Sister!" book and sharing the ultrasound pics with her we focused our energy on decorating the baby room while she curiously peeked in through a crack in the door. Focused on allowing her last snuggles in our bed and endless amounts of attention. I guess we kind of hoped she'd just figure it out on her own.

And you know what? She has!

Turns out ol' Bunz Olsen is kind of a softie when it comes to babies.

(But don't tell her I told you that).

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Too Much Blogging!

Although I hardly have time to post these days (typing gets tricky when you're breastfeeding!), I find myself spending ridiculous amounts of time reading other's posts and sorting through hundreds of blogs looking for new ones to read. I didn't realize how much time I actually waste spend blog hopping until just the other night, when I met Rebecca and her children from Girl's Gone Child.

In. My. Dreams. Whoa! Allie, you're kinda creepy!

In the dream Rebecca had contacted me via e-mail and asked me to come over. She was having a difficult time decorating her son Archer's room and needed my professional advice (if you saw our house you would know that this in itself is something to laugh about). She was hoping to create a cowboy theme and needed to know what kinds of things she could add to make it more unique. I told her that she needed to put a campfire in the middle of the room.

Before I left we all played basketball together and she handed me a scoop of warm peach cobbler. I didn't have a container to put it in so I created a pouch with the front part of my dress and carried the hot treat around.

Instead of dreaming about taking our cute new baby to the park or even dreaming of dreaming (I hardly sleep these days!) I dream about other bloggers.

Creepy? A bit. Rediculous? Quite.

The other day I noticed that someone found my blog by Googling, "Illinois Basic Skills Test, I think I might have failed". I thought this was hilarious!!! (It linked them to this post. Btw- Look at how different G and I look!!).

Test taker, if you are still reading this blog I just want to let you know that I passed the test and I know you did too. It's way easier than you think and the fact that you only need to score a tiny bit to succeed makes it that much easier. I hate enterance exams and had drinken a few glasses of wine while studying the night before. I was running off of a few hours of sleep, tons of coffee, and had the worst cold ever while I was taking it. Trust me, you passed.

I can see that a lot of other people I don't know read this blog as well and I wish you'd all say "Hello!" We love making new blog friends and I'd love to read your blog as well! A "Hey!" would truly make my day. If you're one of our secret readers, please don't feel like a creep and leave us a comment sometime okay?

Besides...after my dream you can't come off any creepier than me, right?

Tuesday, February 16, 2010


Henry is one month old today. ONE MONTH! Wow, how did that happen? Today at his doctor's appointment he weighed in at 8 lbs, 15 ounces. He's almost 22 inches long (he was 21 at birth) which places him in the 60th percentile. This kid's gonna be tall! Henry loves sleeping (but not at night), listening to G sing songs for him, watching his kitty B, and my boobs. He eats almost every two-three hours and is quickly developing the most delicious rolls all over his legs and tiny wrists. I never thought this guy would get a double chin and suddenly we're cleaning in between chin skin. When I lay him down on the bed, his belly stretches out into a perfect pear shape. He is occasionally referred to as "Mister Chubs" now. Henry is starting to smile more and more every day and I look forward to seeing it every morning.

The doctor says that it's just because of gas but Henry and I both know that he's smiling at me on purpose.

Monday, February 15, 2010

The Glamorous Life.

I wish someone would have warned me that being a new mom would make all sorts of crazy things happen. Given me the head's up that in days I could transition from someone who hates shopping to someone who finds any excuse to get to the store. That quick trips to Target would suddenly become just as exciting as celebrating my birthday. That nursing in the WalMart parking lot (TWICE...seriously, does it get any trashier?!) would be totally worth it because dammit! look at me! I am out of the house! Or that driving to the grocery store just to buy one can of lemonade would suddenly totally make sense.

Last night I actually got a little excited when our toilet clogged and I realized we don't have a plunger.

Oh my! Guess who gets to go to Home Depot today?!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Look What G Got This Year!!

surprise!! there's a baby in there!!

Happy Valentine's Day
lovely readers!

Friday, February 12, 2010

A Big Sort of Tiny.

Sometimes I am completely overwhelmed by the amount of cute that can fit perfectly in the crook of my arm.

A New Kind of Friday.

This morning we snuggled together, skin to skin. Just like the day you were born. We opened the blinds and watched the rain fall while hiding from cold drafts under a pile of covers.

You have the softest baby skin I've ever felt, especially on your back. When I trace circles on your shoulders you nudge your fuzzy head into my chest and listen for my heartbeat. Sometimes you twist your head into funny and awkward positions so that you can sleepily stare into my eyes.

Henry, you are beauty and this is love.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Henry's Birth Story.

This is going to be the longest post in the history of It's a Wonderful Life, but definitely the most special. I've been meaning to type out Henry's birth story for sometime now and while he sleeps here soundly in my arms I find myself wondering how time has already gone by so fast. These events are not exact I'm sure, but I have tried my best to remember them all. We are so lucky to have our baby H here, safe and warm in our arms.

The plan was to stay at home as long as possible. Breathe through the contractions in the comfort of our dimly lit bedroom and listen to music on our comfy couch until they became so strong that I decided it was time to head to the hospital. During said contractions I would finish packing our bag, make an awesome playlist to listen to, and bake some cookies for the nursing staff that would be taking care of me. Of course as we all know, things seldom go as planned.

Monday, January 18th: G and I woke up extra early for my 41 week appointment at the OB/GYN. I took an extra long shower and watched my stomach wiggling around under the water. H was already a week overdue and I was convinced that this child had taken the "we'll let you go two weeks over your due date before inducing" comment from my doctor as a generous invitation to stay inside my uterus for as long as possible.

I put Carissa's Wierd on the computer and got dressed, thinking about how much my life has changed in such a short amount of time. Trying so hard to picture what it would be like to have a whole new chapter in our lives beginning in less than a week. One week seemed like not enough time. One week. Seven days. Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap. In seven days we'd have a baby. I was still freaking out about this realization as we climbed into the car for my 9:00 appointment.

My appointment went as usual: pee in a cup, answer questions, weigh in, answer questions, blood pressure, answer questions, cervix check with no dilation or effacement, ask lots of questions. I asked the nurse "How far over is my doctor going to let me go again?" and informed me that since H was still a little on the tiny side and seemed to be doing just fine they'd probably let me go one more week.

"If he's not out by then, we'll talk about inducing or possibly c-section." I silently prayed that it would not come down to either of those...I had heard waaay to many horror stories about Pitocin and we had already decided months ago that cesarean was not what we wanted for our little guy.

"We'll set you up with an appointment for three days from now and see if you've progressed" the nurse told me as she left the room. About five minutes later she popped her head back in and suggested that we run a quick stress test, just to make sure everything was still going alright in there. G and I settled in and I was strapped to the machine. While we listened to baby's rhythmic heart beat and pressed a button every time he'd move around we talked about what we were going to do for the rest of the day. G had the day off because it was MLK day and we were both excited to have at least one more full day together, just the two of us before H arrived. G wanted to get some lunch somewhere fun and play music. I was excited to finish sewing a bunch of baby clothes I had started the night before and to go on another long walk so that H would (hopefully) drop.

About twenty minutes into the test, the nurse came in and looked at the heart rate strip. She smiled pleasantly and left the room again. I wanted to tell her that I thought he hadn't been moving as much as he usually does on these tests but convinced myself that I didn't know how they work and that since she smiled so nicely, everything was going alright. Another twenty minutes later she came back and placed a buzzer on my stomach that was supposed to "scare the baby" so that he'd wake up. She buzzed it and left again. No movement from H. "He's really sleeping hard!!" I joked with G. The third time looking at the strip, the nurse wasn't so cheery anymore. She said that his movement was questionable and suggested that we head over to triage for a "routine" ultrasound and another, more in-depth stress test.

On the way to the main part of the hospital, we looked over the packet of paper work she had sent with us. Many of the papers said, "FAILED stress test" and G and I again joked our way across the parking lot. "Oh man, he's already failing his will he ever make it into college?" G said with a smile. I laughed really hard and tried not to worry about the papers in my hand.

We checked into triage and I was wheeled up to one of the tiny rooms that had been made by sectioning off parts of a large room with ugly colored cotton curtains. The nurse told me to fully undress and stick all of my belongings in a bag labeled "St. Joe's/Candler Hospital". I really didn't understand why this was necessary, considering I was only having an ultrasound and another stress test. No big whoop, right? Why were they making this such a big production (I mean, a wheelchair and personal escort....seriously?) She entered someone else's information into the computer, which I didn't catch until she told me that my blood type was O something. I'm A positive. This and the fact that they wouldn't let G come in to be with me really had me going. At this point I was not so smiley anymore and baby H got the hiccups in my belly, like he always did whenever I got really nervous about something. Two nurses stood outside my claustrophobic room, whispering things about me (which only made me more nervous). One said, "Well I wouldn't have waited this long. If the charts had been different maybe this wouldn't have happened. I guess everyone just does things differently around here." Finally G came in and I settled into the cold bed, nervous but definitely more at ease with him holding my hand.

Fifteen minutes and three apple juices later I was disconnected from the NST and my WHOLE BED was wheeled down the hall for an ultrasound. As I was leaving, I heard a nurse say, "You can just leave her things there...she's probably going to be staying." (WAIT. WHAT?! Say's who? What's going on?! OMG).

The ultrasound showed baby H to be sunny side up and weighed him in at a whopping 9 lbs, 13 oz. HOLY. How could he have gotten SO BIG!? I was still measuring so small and had only gained 21 lbs the entire pregnancy. What happened to my doctor "knowing that the baby is still so small?" The ultrasound technician printed us off our last picture of baby in utero and we both stared at it in disbelief until they came to wheel my bed back to triage. I laughed the whole way back, we joked about using duct tape instead of stitches after a c-section and made fun of the fact that I was being wheeled around on a bed when I could still walk perfectly fine. I was glad I was getting to see the birthing rooms and see what the hospital was like before my labor (I had convinced myself it was still happening in a week. This was just a practice run).

Back in the triage room the nurse told me that they were going to go ahead and "get things started". I teared up and asked what that meant and they laughed and said, "We're going to induce labor, hun." This is the point in the story where I totally loose it. I'm talking full on wailing, whole body shaking, mascara down my face sobbing. A nurse laughed and said, "Most women this far over due can't wait to have there baby. Hun, he's gotta come out sometime!" I'm not sure if I've ever written about my extreme fear of anything doctor related, which could really be a whole post in itself but "induce labor" are not the best words to spring on a girl who can't even handle getting a finger prick or a routine dental check up. Poor nurses.

At 1:00 pm I was given Cervidil, a drug to soften my cervix and to help me dilate. We hung out with Larisa and watched horrible TV shows. By eight that night I was beginning to have very mild contractions but by two in the morning (January 19th) they were not strong enough so they decided to start me on Pitocin. Once I started contracting an hour or so later I could see why nobody had ever shared a positive Pitocin experience with me. I felt like my stomach was being wrung out like a wet towel and my back ached. Even though I have experienced them now, there is no easy way to describe what a contraction really feels like. You are in so much pain though that it becomes a chore just to breathe through them (each one lasting roughly 30-60 seconds). There's an smoother beginning, super intense peak, and then a slight easing of pain ending each one. Your body gives you a few seconds to catch your breath and regroup your thoughts and then it happens all over again. And again. And again. And again.

I waited until I could no longer handle them on my own before breaking down and asking for some Stadol to ease the pain. They offered me an Ambien for sleep, telling me that I wouldn't be getting much over the next day (again, WHY are you telling me this?) I turned it down but informed them that I was totally counting on an epidural at that point. They said they'd get it ready and I could have it as soon as I asked.

By five in the morning the contractions were almost unbearable. I am truly in awe of women who labor drug free. I tried walking around the room but standing up only made them worse. I spent a long time hunched over, trying to stretch my back in a way that would relieve the pressure. Nothing.

Those contractions began hurting me so much that having a needle stabbed into my spine was finally beginning to sound less horrifying. The anesthesiologist came in and told me that he was on his way to a surgery and so he had to do it quickly. He got frustrated with me when I started freaking out and was probably the most impatient person I had to deal with at the hospital. I was surprised at how little the whole thing actually hurt. I had spent most of my pregnancy convinced it would be incredibly painful and scary. Afterwards I called my mom to brag to her about how I had handled the epidural like a total champ (the finger nail marks on poor G's shoulder told a different story). I told her and G how excited I was to have the next contraction that I wouldn't even feel. I breathed through a few more over the phone and then said goodbye to my mom. Hanging up the phone then was the scariest goodbye I have ever had to say.

Half an hour later my back was still hurting the EXACT same, even though my stomach area was a little numb. I could hardly breathe through the pain. I had been counting on that epidural working and now it wasn't!! My body was aching and I was loosing energy. I told G that I didn't know how I could handle pain this intense for ten more hours. I just wanted to shut down.

A new, much nicer anesthesiologist came in and added more medication to my epidural box (I later found out this was morphine!!) and the pain finally went away. I spent the next hour dozing in and out, seeing weird images on the wall (a light in the window looked like the cover of Being John Malkovich and I felt like he was watching me). I wanted to sleep now that the pain was gone but felt like if I did I wouldn't be able to wake myself up.

An hour or so later (a little foggy at this point) the burning sensation in my lower back returned and woke me up. They came back and put more morphine into my epidural and G and I laid back down to try and rest. A while later we were both woken up by more pain and my OB/GYN staring at the heart rate monitor, asking the nurse how long she had planned on letting the baby's heart rate stay at 90. I looked at the screen and it was flashing red, the lines were choppy and much shorter than they had looked before.

I believe a normal baby heart rate is between 140 and 160, so 90 was not good. In a matter of seconds we had five doctors surrounding us, all yelling at each other and looking confused. They strapped an oxygen mask over my mouth and told me to breathe deeply. They fed me a sour drink that tasted like what I would imagine battery acid tastes like and began wiping my stomach clean. My doctor told me that the baby was probably not going to be birthed normally and as soon as she said "C-Section" I said, " I DON'T CARE! JUST GET HIM OUT!" I remember being relieved that the whole thing would soon be over. I had been in so much pain for so long that a cesarean sounded wonderful.

They threw G a pair of scrubs and told him to quickly get dressed and meet us in the OR. The baby's heart rate was still dropping every time I would contract and they needed to get me in there immediately. In the OR they pinched my stomach and asked me if I could feel it. I asked them where my husband was and they said, "He's coming, okay? He'll be here." I was so scared, all I wanted was G there to hold my hand. I thought I was loosing the baby I had spent the last nine months falling in love with and I was terrified. I just wanted my husband there to comfort me.

The nice anesthesiologist pulled my arms out to my side and again asked me if I could feel him pinching me. The last thing I remember before H being born is looking to the right at my arm stretched out and wondering why they had to do that.

At 10:00 am I woke up. A few nurses said, "Hey hun! Do you remember hearing your baby cry?" I must have looked so confused. "Your baby is okay. He's in the nursery, everything is fine." After a few seconds I was able to put it all together and was instantly overwhelmed with emotions I had never felt before. I was so happy and relieved and excited. I cried (more like SOBBED) until the pillow my head was resting on was soaked. My doctor came in and brushed some hair off of my forehead. She said that everything was okay and that I could see my baby soon. I have never been so happy.

I later learned that they had to get Baby H out so fast that they didn't let G even come in the room. Poor G had to sit outside, terrified and wondering what was going on (they hadn't explained anything to him), while a group of surgeon's operated on his wife in a completely different room. The whole thing had happened so fast that they didn't even have time to count their instruments beforehand. They had to x-ray my body afterwards to make sure they hadn't sewn any of them in.

I spent half an hour recovering in the OR and then I was wheeled off to a much nicer recovery room in the mother/baby unit. Forty minutes after the whole ordeal, they wheeled tiny Henry into our room. The first time I saw him my heart completely melted. All of the pain and worry I had experienced suddenly felt like nothing. I watched him come closer to me and realized that it was all worth it. While he rested peacefully on my chest, I listened to his tiny breaths and felt so proud that I hadn't given up.

Holding baby H for the first time was unlike anything I have ever experienced. I couldn't stop crying and looking at his chubby cheeks. I stared at him through teary eyes thinking how amazing it was to finally meet the little person I been sharing my body with for the past nine months. How just an hour ago I thought I was loosing him and now here he was, breathing on my chest. Everything about him was simply perfect. I kissed G and we both stared at Henry in disbelief, just as we had the ultrasound picture a mere day before. All of my pain melted away and every inch of my body felt completely relaxed.

Our little baby was finally here and he was perfect in every way.

At first part of me was a little disappointed that I hadn't been able to birth him the way I had wanted. I didn't get to hold him right away or even hear his very first cries. The Pitocin ripped through my lower body with a vengeance, making it work harder than it had ever done before. I had been given an epidural that never even worked anyway and pumped full of morphine without my consent.

Now that we've had three weeks with Henry I feel differently about everything. I watch him sleeping at night and realize that I wouldn't change a thing. His story is completely unique and the whole situation was totally out of our hands anyway. All that matters is that we have been given the opportunity to watch him breathe peacefully at night and the chance to spend every moment with our little guy. He is here with us now, safe and sound, and for that I'd easily do the whole thing over again...a million times more.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

I'm Henry the VIII.

Henry loves it when his dad sings to him. He has started smiling more and cooing this week and my heart melts every single time.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Henry's First Snail Mail.

Baby Henry,

I know you won't be able to read this for a while...but I know that your mommy will read this to you. You are so cute and I love you a bunch! I loved spending the past week with you! We took you to so many places! You are so easy going is what everyone is saying about you! You also love the car! Whenever you would cry, we would put you in the car and start driving, and you would be fine! I am pretty sure you still like the you? Well, you have an awesome mommy! I miss you a lot, Henry! You even made me cry when we said goodbye! You little stinker! Can't wait to see you again!

Much love,
Thinking about you,


P.S. I also cryed because of leaving your mommy! Love you, Henry!

Friday, February 5, 2010

We Love Our Little Bear.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Beautiful Blogger Award.

My newly discovered friend Jamie`at Grumbles & Grunts has nominated me for a Beautiful Blogger Award!!! I can't remember how I managed to find Jamie's blog but I do know that I have greatly enjoyed peaking in on it consistently for quite some time now. Jamie is a beautiful mommy to an adorable little boy named Jude. She writes about her adventures and discoveries as a new mom. I really like this blog because Jamie takes the time to write about things other than being a mom. As a new mom myself, I know how difficult this can be. You are always super busy and so stinkin proud of your kid that it's hard to even think about writing something that's not totally related to baby. Thanks for nominating me for this award Jamie, I'm really glad I found your blog :-D

Now, here are the rules:

1. Thank the person who nominated me for this award [CHECK]
2. Copy the award & place it on my blog [CHECK]
3. Link to the person who nominated me for this award [CHECK]
4. Share 7 interesting things about myself [CHECK]
5. Nominate 7 other beautiful bloggers [CHECK]

Seven Interesting Things About Myself (this one's hard) :

I really do miss living in Washington state, even though I tend to talk more bad about it than good. I miss the rain, the fog, clamming, the Pacific Ocean, and the woods.

I am the oldest of five children and love being part of such a big family. I really enjoy watching my sisters and brother grow up and discover life's ups and downs.

When I was little I was so jealous of the children that could pop their knuckles or dislocate their fingers. I spent many nights trying to bend my pinkie to the left so that I could have an interesting finger trick too.

I love collecting 50s/60s vinyl.

If I could meet any authors, they would be Haruki Murakami, Steinbeck, and Sherman Alexie. I wouldn't tell them how lazy I have gotten at reading lately.

I love gardens and plants but cannot keep them alive for very long. I always try planting various things but somehow they always die. I'd like to get better at this so that we can keep a garden in our new backyard.

Before I ever met G, I would see him almost every other day, walking around Bellingham. I had always thought he seemed like a very interesting guy but never imagined meeting him (let alone marrying him three years later!)

And now I'd like to nominate seven other beautiful bloggers...Remember, you can click on the colored link to check out the blogs too (which I highly suggest doing!):

1. Last Train to Pooksville. Emily has possibly the cutest little baby girl I have ever seen. She's a super cute SAHM and loves writing about her baby's everyday achievments. Also, she makes rad baby items and is from Tacoma, WA too (same as G) which is pretty badass.

2. Back to School: Teaching in Greater New Orleans. I first met Carrie in college. She is one of the funniest, most charasmatic people I have ever met and her love for life is incredibly intoxicating. Carrie is a lover of the Beatles, burlesque, teaching, and traveling. Her students in New Orleans are so lucky to have a teacher like her.

3. The Daily Pup. This blog started out as my little sister's creation but was quickly taken over by my mom. A mother of five writing about everyday life events on their tiny farm. Oh, and did I mention that she home schools, raises her own meat, breeds wiener dogs, and brags about H more than anybody? Yeah, my mom is pretty amazing.

4. Picking Up the Pieces. Although she doesn't post very often, every time she does I get ridiculously excited. Leigh lives in Anchorage, Alaska which is pretty freakin far away from all of her old friends and family, which would be really hard for me to handle. Leigh takes really, really good photographs and has an amazing way with words.

5. Dear Baby. This blog is a real fun one to read, although sometimes the cuteness of Melissa's family makes me super jealous. I mean, seriously. Can people really be this adorable?? She is an awesome mom with a cute hubby who writes music for their little girl Everly.

6. Silence and Noise. Beautiful momma, beautiful baby, beautiful blog. I love reading about her upcoming wedding and all of the planning involved. Her little boy has the most beautiful eyes...

7. Recycled Words. Chelsea is a lover of great books, good friends, and fun times. I think she is one of the funniest bloggers on my list.

Monday, February 1, 2010

First Two Weeks In Pictures.

Henry had a very busy first two weeks home. Making everyone fall completely in love with you has got to be exhausting....

Here are some of the things Baby H has done since he's made us a tiny, very happy family:

Taught mom and dad a whole new definition of "in love":

Squinted out the sunlight for the first time ever:

Bundled up for my first mini-adventures outside the house (Savannah has actually been COLD this last week!!):

Met my wonderful pediatrician and made him and the nurse fall in love with me too!:

Stared into daddy's eyes and memorized the feeling of his beard as he kisses my little head:

Spent hours snuggling warmly with grandma and aunt Karli (they are sooo in love too!!):

Received tons of tiny kisses and taught mommy that I like to have my fuzzy head rubbed while I'm cuddling and eating:

Celebrated daddy's 25th birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY G!):

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