Pummin' It

Powdery White Stuff

2012-02-10T14:13:00.000-07:00

We've gotten a lot of snow here. Not drugs. They're both powdery and white. But I prefer the snow to the blow! Ha! That's awesome.

You know it's a lot of snow when they close schools and businesses in Colorado. We love it! I can't wait until next season when I can take Andrey out in it to play. But for now she settled for looking out the window, and a few handfuls of the cold stuff. She she didn't know what to do with. So she ate it.

The snow covered the deck and Mr. P. had to get out there to shovel a place for the wee little doggie to go potty. That poor dog.

Andrey was a bit freaked out to see her dad decked in snow gear. She didn't like his ski goggles.

She did like watching him shovel though. She was banging and slapping the glass door. Or maybe she was doing that to warn me. "Mom, there's a scary man out there stealing our white stuff!"

One last shot of my spooky husband. He even scared me.

Did you play in the ~~blow~~ snow?

Coming to a Theater Near You

2012-02-06T10:48:00.001-07:00

Silly baby. Crazy mom.

And Then Some...

2012-02-05T20:26:00.002-07:00

I rocked my baby to sleep tonight.

It's been a while since I've done that.

She sucked her thumb and nestled in close, and I breathed in her sweet smell.

Her room was dark. Her lullabies played softly in the background.

A few times I wondered if I should put her in her crib.

No, not yet. I rocked her some more.

I reminded myself that this day will never come again. It's almost over now.

There is no place I'd rather be.

I thanked God over and over for her while I rested my cheek on her head.

My eyes filled with tears over the immense amount of love I feel for this beautiful girl.

I told myself "remember this".

And I will.

And then some.

Premature Crayons

2012-02-02T11:13:00.004-07:00

I've been struggling with what is commonly known as Imsickofallyourtoys syndrome. It can be a serious condition if it's not treated. So I've been looking for other activities. We've been working on skills and coordination a lot. I thought it might be fun to try coloring. And she was obviously excited too.

I went out and bought a cheap box of Crayola's. I taped down some paper and got my camera out.

She didn't care. She just ripped the paper off.

I showed her how to use the crayon. And she tried it, sideways style. Nate said she was working on shading.

Then she would tuck her crayon in next to her hip on her seat. She does this with food too. She will hide her food behind her buns in her high chair. I think she is worried about a food shortage, so she's stocking up.

She liked to pull out more crayons, and then hide them.

It was so cute to watch her not know how to color... I guess she's not old enough for this activity. Back to stacking blocks we go!

Welcome Emily Lynn!

2012-01-30T11:02:00.001-07:00

My bro-hoss (brother, aka: J-Lo, Jas, J) and his wifey had their third baby, a little lady, on January 20th. She is delicious perfection. Andrey and I went to visit her when she was only hours old. I undressed her from her swaddle and checked out her fingers and toes. She's just beautiful! I love newborn babes. They smell so good. And they sleep...a lot. I like that part too.

We decided to get a few pics of Andrey meeting her cousin. Andrey hasn't seen many babies this small. And she's never been this close. Maybe this isn't the best idea.

She checked her out, and then attempted to poke her in the eye. Poor little Emily, only hours old, has already had to defend her peepers against a giant baby.

My bro was kind enough to watch my kid while I held his new one. It was so cute for him to spend some time with his only niece.

I'm so excited to have another little girl, the third little girl, in our family. She'll just have to put her safety glasses on next time she see's her cousin.

My First Maternity Shoot!

2012-01-27T10:31:00.003-07:00

For two of my friends, a great adventure is about to begin. One that will change their lives. They actually allowed me (seriously, me?) to take some pictures of them in anticipation of their little girl. It was so fun! We froze our buns and bumps off outside, but it was worth it. Thanks guys!

(be prepared for a million pictures...)

If you know anyone who wants some pictures taken, I'll do it for free! Well...I'll do it for a Starbucks. Spread the word ya'll!

I Said "I'll Never" - And I Lied

2012-01-17T10:32:00.000-07:00

There have been many things I said I would never do as a parent. Some of which are small, sometimes even trivial things. I'm still sticking to many of them. And I hope that I will continue to do so. Especially on the more important things. For example, it's very important to me to keep Andrey away from the TV. In fact, we don't allow it on while she is awake (unless Nate is watching football...which means I take Andrey into another room). I know as she gets older I might allow her to watch a short program. But TV is a big no-no here. Lots of parents I know let their kids sit in front of it all day and it makes me CRAZY!

I also said I would never let my little one play with my cell phone. I've thought it was a bad idea from the get-go. And then one day it just happened. I slipped and left it within her reach.

I took it away immediately - and she cried.

Crying because you don't get your way doesn't work for me. So she didn't get it back. But then, a few days later it happened again. And I let her play with it for a few minutes. She loved it! So now, if I find I'm desperate to keep her still for a minute, I'll give her my phone.

I'm so ashamed.

I said I'd never leave my kid in her PJ's all day. This is another thing that makes me crazy. Get your kid dressed! Ugh.

But we had this crazy snow storm. And she was so comfy...

It seemed wrong of me to take her out of those warm fleece PJ's. It only happened once. I swear.

And she was glad to be in them all day long. Wouldn't you be glad to wear them too?

I'm breaking my own rules.

It feels so wrong.

Consider this my confession.

My DIY First Birthday Party

2012-01-04T10:01:00.001-07:00

I'm not a big fan of "store" made birthday parties. The kind where you get Micky Mouse plates, napkins, cups, balloons, etc. Those birthday parties are fine, just not my style. I'm sure when Andrey is a little older, she'll ask me for one. She'll want a Barbie themed party, or a Dora party. I'll comply. But she has no say right now! Sucka.

The first thing I made was her "Happy Birthday Andrey" banner.

Then I hung up her monthly pictures with the calendar I've been taking. You know I had to work this in!

I made little cupcake sticks with a 1 in the center (and didn't take any purposeful pictures of them). Those suckers rocked my Betty Crocker cupcakes. They made them taste better. And her little outfit. Ahhhh...I love that outfit. That tutu nearly made my fragile, spoiled fingers bleed. It was a lot of cutting and pulling and cussing. The shirt is just an iron on number and the headband was from Hobby to the Lobby with a Claire's flower attached.

She smashed her face into the laundry basket the morning of the party - see the red cheek?!

A few paper balloons (also Hobby Lobby) hung from the light.

Finally, as a parting "thank you" I made some Reindeer Munch. That stuff is g double o d good. I made a million paper cones and stuffed the munch inside. Then I realized I had no place to put them. Out came an old shoe box. This little project just kept going. I added and added until it was a bit embarrassing. Oh well, it served it's purpose.

There are a few things missing like her chalkboard sign out front. I was so busy that day I forgot to take all my pictures. I know, you're totally disappointed. All three of you who read this.

I loved her birthday party. I was so nervous that it wasn't going to work in my Christmas decorated house, but it was great. Thanks to all for coming and celebrating our little girl!

The North Pole - A New Tradition

2011-12-30T17:37:00.002-07:00

When I was growing up we had a special cabinet door. No not the kind where little Indians came to life. That was at my friends house. The inside of this door was marked with years of growth. It's where my siblings and I recorded our height. I'm not sure how often we would mark our changes, but I always loved it. I would stand with my back straight, trying desperately to make myself a little taller while my mom or dad measured me. My parents still live in the same house, so it's a fun walk down memory lane to go over there and open that cabinet. The markings a reminder of my childhood.

I knew I'd want to do something similar when I had kids, but I also knew I probably wouldn't stay in the same house. I had to think outside the box here. For months I wondered what I could use. Or if I should just rip off an existing door in my house when I eventually move.

As Christmas approached I had an idea. The North Pole! Don't act confused, you totally know what I'm talking about.

I loved the challenge of turing this idea into a reality!

We went to Home Depot, looking for a large wooden something-or-other that we could use as the pole. And we found nothing. While walking down the aisles I saw little PVC pipes, calling out to me! We found a huge pipe, and had a grumpy employee cut it to 6 feet 6 inches. I told him cheerily "we're using this to make the north pole!!" He faked a smile and walked away. But his poo poo attitude didn't alter my excitement.

Next came the red and white spray paint. White went on first. And it stood in our garage drying for several hours. I'm sure our neighbors walked by wondering about my new stripper pole.

Next, I taped three inch painters tape spaced three inches apart. That sucked. Talk about time consuming. After that, we sprayed red and peeled off the tape.

Our red and white striped pole stood in our house for weeks (and I never took a picture of it in this stage). We didn't know how to make legs, and decided we didn't care for a while.

Finally we agreed on using L brackets, and we went to the basement one night to get the legs attached.

Nate drilled and I screwed the screws. It was a mess and we had a baby grabbing everything she could grab. But we did it! Our north pole had legs!

Sometime in the middle of the painting and ~~arguing~~ discussing how to attach legs, I made this little sign. I found it blank at Hobby Lobby, my BFF, and wrote on it with a gold pen. I also attached a giant gold ball to a coupling at the top.

I haven't explained how this could be like my cabinet have I? Well, I decided that each Christmas Eve we would measure our kids on the back side of the Pummel Pole! And when we move we can take this ridiculously large pole with us. And our kids can get excited every year to see how much they've grown.

I love traditions. Don't you?

A Very Merry Christmas Indeed

2011-12-27T10:22:00.000-07:00

It wasn't her first Christmas...but it was. Last year, she was one week old on Christmas day. We had just brought her home on the 23rd, and were completely exhausted. More exhausted than a pregnant woman competing in an Iron Man without any limbs exhausted. Last year we grabbed our infant, sat down by the tree for ten minutes. We didn't talk. The we got back in bed. No gifts, no meals, no sucking a candy cane until it's a weapon. It kinda sucked.

This year was much better! We we able to fully celebrate Jesus' birthday!

On Christmas Eve Nate's parents came over and lavished a few gifty's on our girl. She didn't care, but I did!

My favorite gift was her Raggedy Ann doll. I desperately tried to get her to hug the doll, but all she wanted to do was pull her hair and lick her face. I understand that R.A. is lick-able honey, but maybe she just wants a hug.

That evening we went to one of many Christmas Eve services at church. And so did thousands of other people. There were no seats left and we had to sit in "overflow". I was a bit bummed because they had some awesome music and I only got to see it on TV in the classroom we were in. But I got over it, chatted with my friend we sat with, and listened to the message. It was a good one too!

Christmas Eve dress. She's being goofy here.

Christmas Day came quickly. Our little one did a great job looking cute and eating wrapping paper.

I didn't let her touch any gifts under the tree until that morning. She was confused by this. Why did you tell me "no" yesterday and today it's okay. I'm just making sure she's listening!

She tasted all gifts before opening them. She must have inherited this trait from my dad. He still licks and smells everything before opening. I like that about him. I wrapped most of hers in tissue paper so she could open them on her own.

After opening gifts at home we went to my parents house where the camera didn't come out once. Andrey was doted upon all day long (my mom always volunteers to change poopy diapers, bless her heart). We ate fantastic meals, played games, walked in the beautiful snow, and lounged around like a bunch of hibernating woodchucks. Did you know woodchucks and groundhogs are the same thing?

It was the most low key Christmas I'd had in years. It was snowy and peaceful. And I got to enjoy it with the ones I love most.

Our Girl's First Birthday

2011-12-16T10:16:00.002-07:00

I started mentally and physically preparing for this day months ago. My dining room table was covered in crafts and hot glue. My mind was racing with ideas. I was so excited for my little girl to turn one. And I was sad too. She's a toddler now. Technically. But she's still a baby.

My baby.

The outfit was a big deal for me. It needed to be just right. I made her a tutu, ironed on a "1" to her shirt, found polka dotted leg warmers, pink shoes, and a shiny silver bow for her head! It was awesome if I do say so myself.

You'll see my poor photography decision in the next few shots. A large vase full of flowers was behind her head. She looks like she's wearing a girly version of Julius Caesar's crown.

We hardly got any pictures of the three of us. We had around 50 people show up (including kids) so it was madness!

I loved to see her crawling around in the tutu. Cutest little buns ever!

We sang happy birthday, blew out a candle and handed her a pumpkin spice cupcake.

She went for it. No fear of textures or messes here.

As she ate a little, and played a lot, she deposited frosting on Nate's sleeve and the plant.

"What is this stuff?"

After people left, we opened gifts and lit her birthday candle. We will burn it every year on her birthday (well, until she's 18...).

Andrey was a trooper all day. No tears, no fuss, lots of hands on her. She ended the night by playing with her wrapping paper and bags, and her new purse! We are so thankful to everyone who came to celebrate our little girl with us!

Now that year one is done, I can look back and see how much we've been through. And I can say it's all been worth it. She is everything I hoped for and more. She's silly, curious, feisty, cuddly, smart (I can say that now can't I?), beautiful and my dream come true. I look forward to many more birthday celebrations with my little girl.

Happy birthday, Andrey Grace!

I love you!

Ho Ho No?

2011-12-08T10:04:00.001-07:00

Santa isn't real! There, I said it.

Saint Nicholas, however, is real and he's who we based Santa Claus on. He was a man who received a large sum of money from his parents and distributed it to the poor. Saint Nick was know for his kindness and often anonymous generosity, and children began to hope they'd receive gifts from him. He died in December and people celebrated his benevolence each year, until it became a traditional part of Christmas.

That's nice isn't it?

I wonder though, should I teach my kids the truth? Or should I go along with the "lie"? Am I, the trusted parent, supposed to tell my kids an old man goes around the whole world delivering gifts, in ONE NIGHT? WTFrack. And when my sweet little one asks why he doesn't deliver gifts to the starving kids, do I say, "because they don't have a fireplace, honey"? I know there is joy and anticipation, excitement and wonder around the myth of Santa for kids. But what's lost because of it? Can I teach my kids the truth about Christmas, all the while urging them to believe the fanciful life of Santa? I'm beginning to think I can't.

I knew some kids whose parents told them the truth about Santa from the get-go and let's be honest, they were weird kids. I don't want weird kids. I do, however, want kids who can enjoy the snowmen, stories about elves, stockings hung by the fireplace - and know those things are secondary to Christ.

Christmas is about Christ, no matter what the media tells you. It's a Christian holiday, celebrating the birth of Jesus. Shouldn't I use it as an opportunity to teach my kids about all He has already given them?

What will you do? Ho Ho Ho - or - Ho Ho No?

Hodgepodge

2011-12-06T10:08:00.001-07:00

I'm not feeling wordy right now. So I'll keep the words to a minimum. Nate would like it if I did that when he got home from work, but it will never happen.

Some recent pictures of my favorite little girl.

Emptying the contents of her toy basket.

Her new goofy face. She does this a lot and giggles!

Standing is a definite favorite thing.

She's holding my lens cap in all of these.

"Simba!"

Daddy's slipper is just a little too big.

But it sure does taste nice.

Waiting for dad to bring in the Christmas tree (thanks Audrey)!

The tree is "no touch" - and she listens very well! Seriously. She's great!

Trying to reach the Christmas animals.

I love the ear flaps on this hat. Adorable!!

That's all for now!

Worth the Weight

2011-11-28T10:53:00.001-07:00

Having a scale in your house is a bad idea, you know that right? I don't have one, but my parents do. On Thanksgiving day I found myself looking at it, wondering my number. I knew I shouldn't check, but the scale was staring at me daring me to step on. So I did. I love dares! It was higher than I expected. Not by much - but I was seriously disappointed. I let it go and tried to not think about it while I stuffed the crap out of my face at dinner.

After I ate I found myself in that same bathroom (imagine that) again wondering my number. It couldn't have been right earlier that day. I got on again, why I don't know. I was almost two pounds heavier! What the frick frack is that?! Did I seriously eat two POUNDS of food at dinner? I got off, cleared the number and got on again. It was the same. Shocking I know.

This body is the new me and I need to accept it. It doesn't work like it did before I had Andrey. My old clothes still fit, yes, but not the same. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining nor do I think I'm "fat". I'm not and I know that. I just need to be more and more aware of what I'm eating (and I need to work on my posture, but that's a different story). I'm storing my cookies differently now.

Alas, Thanksgiving was a reminder to me that I'm different now because of my daughter. She's actually changed my physical appearance! And my heart too. All the changes are worth the reward. I am so thankful for her!

It was her first Thanksgiving and it was awesome.

The night before I was feeling Kindergarten crafty (and asylum crazy) and made us all some hats.

"Act like a turkey in this one."

Thanksgiving was busy! She was able to spend it with both sets of grandparents, and her great-grandparents (paternal's paternal). My girl was a champ all day, skipped her afternoon nap and stole the show.

T-Day, before heading to my parent's house.

Mommy Pummel, Grandma Pummel and Great-Grandma Pummel

Daddy Pummel, Grandpa Pummel and Great-Grandpa Pummel

At the end of the day I was thinking about my scale experience, and feeling a little sorry for myself. I wondered if I'd ever had the body I had before Andrey. And the answer is maybe. Let's be honest, I might get that back...but if I don't, it's okay. I'll take the extra weight, distributed oddly, and deal with it. That little girl is worth the weird belly button (seriously, what happened to my belly button?) and the squishy parts. I am so thankful for her and the changes she's caused in my belly, and my heart.

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving too!

Flo-Rida

2011-11-17T22:00:00.001-07:00

We spent an extended weekend in Clearwater, Florida last weekend.

We took our girl to the beach for the first time. She ate sand. It's hard to get sand out of a baby's mouth. She was not afraid of the texture, which didn't suprise me. I hear about a lot of kids who won't touch grass or sand, kids who are afraid of loud music or the wind. That kid, is not my kid.

She loved it! The beach, the sand, the cold water on her feet (and then buns).

She dug her little toes in, and watched as the water came closer and closer.

And my mom joined her. Wet buns and all.

It was a family affair after all.

I learned that I can't say no to my mom's persistence. We got all the way in the cold water, in our clothes. What a stupid idea. When I was soaked up to my waist, I ran my only bra back to Nate for dry-keeping. That's why I'm covering the mole hills below.

When we got out of the water we found my dad burying Andrey in the sand. She didn't mind one bit!

Later that night we had a family shindig. Here are two of my cousins' kids. One cousin has four kids, the other has three and one on the way. Andrey watched the wrestling and screaming intently. Maybe it's because she's used to seeing me and Nate wrestle...and we're bigger than those kids.

Little A met my grandparents Bud and LaVaughn. They're old and completely wonderful!

On Sunday we went to g-ma and g-pa's house for lunch and Andrey learned how to play the Auto Harp. What's that you ask? I have no clue. But the old folks love it!

Nate gave the A-Harp a try. He was a natural.

It was so nice to see my family. It had been eight years since I was last out there. That's far too long. I hope to get out there again. This time, maybe I'll only wait four years. And when we go back we will have a wild little girl, running into the sand. She'll have no memory of her first trip to the beach, or meeting her extended family. But we will. And we will cherish it forever.

Tea for Ten, Ten for Tea

2011-11-08T09:34:00.001-07:00

Eight of my twelve high school girls came over for tea, plus me and my co-leader makes ten. When was the last time you had eight 15 year old girls in your house? It's madness! And so much fun too.

We all wore dresses and hats. Classical music graced the house. We had fine teas and baked goods, cucumber sandwiches and scones. British (and a somehow a little Russain) accents were used. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

I loved the variety of hats! See the firefighters hat, sombrero and cowboy hats?

Lift your pinky!

It was so much fun to act like a teenager with these girls. They bring out a side of me that I never want to lose. They make me better and challenge me in a way only they can. Thanks for the cup o' tea girls!

She's So Dedicated

2011-11-06T18:39:00.000-07:00

Following Jesus is a choice. We can not give our child salvation, she must come to it on her own. We can't force her to believe anything. All we can do is show her what we believe and why. We can lead by example. We can tell her she doesn't have to "do" anything - just believe and live for God.

It's really simple...and really hard too.

We had Andrey dedicated a few weeks ago. This means we are dedicated to raising her in a home that loves God, and acts like it. We are dedicated to teaching her what we know, and praying she will make the choice to follow.

It was a wonderful day marked by emotion and laughter. The children's pastor at our church asked us these questions:

1. Do you recognize your child as a gift from God andthank him for this blessing?

2. Do you now dedicate your children to the Lord,surrendering all claims upon their lives?

3. Do you promise to provide, for the physical,emotional, and spiritual needs of your children committing to serve them asGod’s stewards?

4. Do you pledge as parents that you will teach yourchildren about God, teaching them the Bible and modeling to them the a lifelived in the ways of Jesus?

5. Do you promise to show your child what it means tocelebrate with passion, generosity, and creativity in teachingthem that every goodgift is from above from our Father in Heaven?

6. Do you promise to model for your child a life definedby authentic relationships that reflects your relationshipwith God. Displaying the need for all people, created in the image of God, theneed to live connected to a faith community?

7. Do you promise to show your child what it means toboth perform and proclaim the hope-filled gospelof Jesus by caring for the poor, comforting those who mourn, proclaimingfreedom for the oppressed, fighting against injustice, and proclaiming the goodnews of Jesus in our city and the world?

8. Do you promise to pray that your child will one daychoose to follow Jesus, and that he or she will grow to love him passionatelyand make his kingdom a deeper reality on this earth?

We answered "we do" to each of them. Andrey pulled my hair, clapped and talked through it all. My dad prayed over us and our friends and family were there for support.

When we got in the car to leave Nate and I talked about how important this dedication was. It's a simple start to a lifetime of being dedicated to our daughter. It matters what how we raise her, and we won't be taking the responsibility lightly.

She was pooped after all the excitement!

I'm a Wannabe

2011-10-26T15:31:00.000-06:00

I would like to be a photographer. Like for real yo.

My friend Katie has listened to me talk about it for a long time. She let me practice on her two month old, Jase.

I still have a lot to learn...but I realized while taking these pictures how much I love it.

Loving it is step one.

Here are a few of my favorites:

Lessons from the Patch

2011-10-18T09:55:00.004-06:00

I've been excited for a year to take Andrey to the pumpkin patch. Now that I'm a mom, everything seems to be about creating memories and making every day count. Sunday at the pumpkin patch was no different. When the trip was over we got in the car and talked about how much we learned in that short hour.

It was a beautiful day, and not cold. Nate is wearing a hat because his hair looked like...he needed to wear a hat. This is not a lesson, it's just a fact.

But lesson one came in almost immediately and it was this:

1. Even though it's fall, and 4:00pm, the sun is still out and the baby needs a hat. We were constantly shading her head and face with our hands. My bad.

Lesson two was quick to follow.

2. We have to take turns walking though the patch. Someone needs to stay with the stroller and take pictures. This was not how I envisioned the day, but it was peaceful and quiet and I soaked in the memory like a sponge.

Andrey loved slapping the pumpkins. She was rubbing her hands all over them and grunting in delight.

Uh-oh. I sense a lesson coming on...

Lesson three was a slow lesson. We may still be young, but we aren't always quick.

3. When you put a baby on the ground, they will find dirt and eat it.

She was drooling brown for a few minutes before she spit out a large chunk of dirt she'd been sucking on. It was precious.

Finally, we learned one more notable thing.

4. The view from daddy's shoulders is always better and more fun. So note to self: when the baby starts getting ticked, let her pull dad's hair and drool down his face and all will be well.

Next year she will be running around this place.

And she will be wearing a hat.

She Swung

2011-10-12T09:56:00.001-06:00

We took Andrey to the park.

She's been many times before.

She had never left her stroller though,

it always seemed a chore.

But this time it was different, yes.

We saw an open swing.

Out she came and in she went,

Such joy did swinging bring.

Then off to see the ducks we went.

We told her what they say.

"Quack, quack - quack quack"

Oh what a joyful day.

Out of the City

2011-10-05T09:59:00.000-06:00

Colorado is the most beautiful state. I take it for granted. The weather is awesome, everyone is active and Buffalo Bill was buried here. What? You don't care about BB? Did you know the cheeseburger was invented in Denver? And that Colfax Avenue is the longest street in America? We also host the worlds largest Rodeo, the Western Stock show. I advise against it. Last time I went I made my entire family leave. I don't like mutton busting.

Like I was saying, Colorado is beautiful. I volunteer with high school girls, and decided to get them out to see God's creation. We went to Mount Falcon Park, where there were no falcons to be found.

When I was younger my parents took us kids into the mountains a lot. On the drive there my dad always pulled over, made us get out, and marvel at God's beautiful creation. He'd say, "look at those mountains and the beautiful sky" and we'd roll our eyes and ask to get back on the road.

I think admiration for nature and it's beauty comes with age. We aren't capable of soaking in creation when we are focused on trivial things. Our city lives can be such a distraction.

But getting away is just what we need to be reminded of the simple things. Our walk was fun. We took the girls to an old mansion that burned down after a lightening strike. They loved exploring.

I find that stepping away from life, breathing fresh air and being around 15 year old girls can be just what I need. They are full of life. Which is ~~exhausting~~ refreshing.

There's an interesting contrast being in a peaceful place with wound up teenagers. Several times while walking on the path to the ruins, they would get quiet (shocking, right?). All we could hear were our footsteps. And I'd see them looking around...just for a moment.

Even 15 year old girls can appreciate a blue sky, and pine needles under their feet. They can feel the sun on their face and acknowledge this life is a gift.

Then they come to - and start running backwards, jumping off rocks and talking in their best Russian accents.

A peaceful place can still be peaceful with noise and chaos. All you have to do is look around.

Finished(ish) Kitchen

2011-10-03T10:12:00.003-06:00

More progress has been made in our kitchen. You'll remember from this post it looked like poo to start. We really didn't like our kitchen. Really. I hated it almost as much as I hate the circus. But I do hate the circus so much more. Those poor animals.

Okay, so here's a reminder of what it looked like before.

And here she is now. Yes, I see the blue painters tape. No, I didn't when I was taking the picture. Yes, I'm too lazy to take another.

We have a lovely shade of brown on the walls, as a remembrance to the earlier poo. We can let go of only so much.

My favorite new addition is this table, chairs and rug. Hello you beautiful rug you. Call me.

The table and chairs are from Ikea. I decided not to buy matchy matchy stuff. It's not my style. And because the space is so small, I opted for clear chairs. Aren't they cool?

This rug is my flair. I need 37 pieces of flair (name that movie). Where this rug goes, I will follow. Kind of like Jesus, only not really. I like Jesus more than this rug.

I feel like those windows need something... and there's no light hanging over the table. And that countertop to the right of the fridge is cluttered. And I need a cushy foot mat thing in front of the sink. This is why my kitchen isn't finished. I'm wondering if it ever will be.

I Made That

2011-09-23T10:17:00.003-06:00

You know when someone says "where did you get that" with a certain hint of "what the heck is that"? It seems every time I hear that question, the answer is "I made it". Then people like it more. After they know you made it, it looks better than if they heard you bought it.

My name is Lisa and I'm addicted to crafty goodness. I've been sober 2 days. I'm getting the shakes from withdrawl.

Here is a small example of my addictive history:

We bought a table and chairs set from Craigslist. It was in good condition, except for the cushions.

Before.

Dirty, ugly - needed some color!

After!

I used outdoor fabric hoping it would endure many butt cheeks worth of wear and tear.

So much better!

I'm on a yellow kick. I bought some new pillows (see them on the couch?) and needed to tie the color into the hallway. I found a $2.00 black vase from Goodwill - and painted it.

We have a little loft area at the top of the stairs. It's become our office area. I bought three Walmart $30 bookshelves, and made this by pushing them together. And yes, we attached them to the wall so the rapidly developing little girl doesn't pull them down on herself.

The bookshelves were plain like Jane, so we added trim to make them look like one whole unit. We're still filling in the nail gun holes.

I started painting this owl before I was pregnant. It sat untouched in the basement for over a year before I finished it the other day. Wooooo wooooo! His face is jacked up, but don't tell him.

And then came Andrey's crafty needs. One day she said, "ga ga go go... mobile NOW". So I made her one. She can be so demanding.

Don't ask me to make one for your child. It took me hours upon hours to make and I don't like you enough to do it again.

Also in A's room are these tissue puffs. I love them! Now these suckers are easy.

And because I'm like every other mom and I sing "you are my sunshine" to my wee little lass, I made this for her. I found similar ones on Etsy that were going for big buckaroos. I made this little thing on my computer, printed and put it in a shadow box. Ta da!

One day when my mom was coming over I told her to bring all of her buttons. Like a good mom she didn't ask any questions. We glued them to this, and it's much more fun than the boring store bought letters people use. I just hope my mom doesn't lose a button and come take one from Andrey's A.

Finally I painted a mirror for little A's room. Can you see my chihuahua painting in the back? I had to have that one, duh.

Today I'm off to buy materials for a hanging lamp I'm making. I can't wait!

Crap.

Days sober: 0

9 Months In and 9 Months Out

2011-09-21T09:38:00.001-06:00

Well, she was only in for 8 months, but I didn't come up with that title last month...so I'll use it now.

Our little one has been out in the world for 9 whole months! I can't believe it! Before I had her I'd see 9 month old babies and think they were little practically toddlers, capable of so much. Now I know they are still babies...albeit quickly growing ones.

My little ray of sunshine is turning out to be a feisty little mama-jama. She has quite the strong determination genes indeed. We know she gets that from me. C'est la vie.

But she is also a good listener (already) and is much more patient than I am. Andrey is rolling all over the place. She rolls across the room until she hits the wall/door/corner of something and then just lays there. Stuck.

She ~~head-bangs~~ dances to music...and silence.

She screams in delight, especially in church. She loves the Lord that much.

She kind of waves and kind of claps.

She seeks attention from any stranger in public - screaming until they have to look at her, then she smiles. It's hilarious!

She's eaten grass, sticks, dirt, my hair and a piece of an emery board.

She still has Donald Trump hair. And have I mentioned she sucks her thumb? Oh, yeah she does!

T minus 3 months until her first birthday. I'm already planning it. We will have a pony, ferris wheel, hot air balloon, bouncy house and scuba diving. Or not. Maybe just some cake and a tutu...

How Do You Relax?

2011-09-16T10:03:00.001-06:00

No, I'm not asking how you wind down. I know all about reading books, foot massages and scented candles...and maybe a little Kenny G thrown into the mix. And really, Kenny isn't so bad. I appreciate some smooth sax in my life, but not too much or I get tired.

How do you relax as a parent? How do you not freak out about every little thing? This question comes with major rhetorical undertones, FYI. Every parent is different, but I'm a proverbial mess.

If you have been around Andrey you have been asked (by both Nate and me (and yes, I was supposed to use "me" not "I" there)) to sanitize and then wash your hands. You will have also noticed that minor panic attacks ensue when she is running 15 minutes past her nap time. Or if you sleep with me, you will see that OCD kicks in when I check my video monitor 12 times to make sure she's okay, it's charging and the volume is on, all before I can turn my light off. It's exhausting.

In my own defense she hasn't been sick yet, she naps well and sleeps through the night and is completely unaware that I'm crazy...so far. If I were my own therapist, which I'm not because that's my mom's job, I'd ask myself "why are you like this, you supermodel you?"

Let me take a crack at it.

On this day, pictured below, the anxiety and excitement began. Will this baby be okay? Will we lose it? What if I fall? Am I going to be a good mother? Please let her have blue eyes...

By the time this picture was taken, we had been through the ringer and were at our wits end. We had been told our girl had a good chance of chromosomal abnormalities, and might not even make it. We were told she might be rushed into surgery after she was born. We were told a lot, none of which came true (PRAISE GOD)! But it increased my natural ability to worry like none other.

Then, when the little squirt decided to come almost 6 weeks early, I was resigned to my fate as a paranoid freak. It's too early! Will she be big enough? What about her lungs? Her cyst?

Shockingly, it turns out that all that worrying didn't add a day to my life. It didn't protect my daughter, or relieve me of my fears. Worry is a waste of time. I don't need to live my life in worry because I have a loving Father who is in charge. I can relax in His arms, and trust in His provision for my life.

Did I just answer my own rhetorical question? Was that a rhetorical question?

Next time I find myself in a panic because some deranged maniac (picture little old lady) dares to touch my little girl's hand, I'll try to remind myself she's okay. And when she misses her nap by 3 minutes, I won't think it's the end of the world. I'll cut down on checking my video monitor. All because I know she can't be protected from everything. I can only do so much. I don't want to live my life, or her life, in fear.

She is safe, the Lord is with her. And He has proven Himself to me over and over again. I can relax and trust in Him.

Chilly Fall

2011-09-13T09:49:00.003-06:00

I love fall. It's my favorite season. Summer is my least favorite. People are always shocked about that. Maybe it's because I get sweaty and can't wear gray shirts. Hello armpits! Maybe it's because I hate to shave my legs. I like chilly days where I feel like the only sensible thing to do is drink hot coffee and watch a movie with my dog. I'm so excited that we are on our way to the colder months. It's time to say goodbye to the shorts and tees, and hello to the hoodies!

Bye bye summer clothes!

My little one is so used to photo shoots. She loves to sit and smile, drool and fart for the camera. Don't you?

Are other parents obsessed with their kids thunder thighs? Yum!

See the drool marks on the couch?

Another thing I like about fall now is baby girl clothes. I spent way too much money at Carter's the other day. Everything is adorable. Like this little outfit.

The little girl wearing the outfit is even more adorable.

With fall comes some of my favorite holidays. Thanksgiving! Yes please! I have more to be thankful for this year than ever before. Then winter and Andrey's first birthday! Woohoo! Christmas... it's like a dream for me. I better go put some socks on...

White Kitchen Cabinets

2011-09-06T10:21:00.000-06:00

It only took me four months of painting during nap time to complete the biggest house project yet. My kitchen cabinets went from dingy and ugly to clean and pretty.

Before

After

I love how the white cabinets made the dark floors stand out.

Let's start over. Here's the 1990's style, dirty "oak" cabinets. I knew we'd break up the moment we met.

I did the kitchen one section at a time, five in total. Each time, I'd empty the cabinets on the dining room table. It was such an inconvenient mess.

Nate helped when he could. I usually begged him to clean the cabinets. It was the worst step.

We set up shop in the basement and that's where I spent my spring and early summer. I blame those cabinets for the lack of books read.

Section four underway. We were almost done here!

I almost cried with joy when it was done. I was as proud as Lance Armstrong after a race.

We added hardware for the extra pop. It definitely finishes the look!

And now I'm getting ready to paint the walls. It's been a tough decision picking a color that goes with the attached family room. After that's done, I'll never paint again. Toenails? NO! I'm done.

Party in My Crib

2011-09-01T10:33:00.001-06:00

As the end of the day approaches, things get wacky around my house. I've run out of ideas to entertain this girl, we go lay in my bed. She loves this. On this particular day, she had a serious and infectious case of the giggles.

I can't help but to kiss those cheeks!

She's not crying here, she's screaming in delight!

I usually get poked in the eye a few times.

Laughing so hard she can't open her eyes.

We know how to party together!

I Love...

2011-08-30T09:47:00.000-06:00

those eyes

that smile

those thighs

this finger

that drool

the cheeks

this girl.

Eight Down, A Thousand to Go?

2011-08-22T10:21:00.001-06:00

You know how annoying it is when people say cliche things like "enjoy every moment, they grow so fast". And you're thinking "wow, you're the first person to tell me that". But really, I'm enjoying every moment. And dang does this kid grow fast. She's eight months old.

I love being home with her more than I love trashy reality TV and a mixing bowl portion size of ice cream. I really know her and I love that. She is getting a big personality now and it's freakin' awesome to watch. She is goofy and inquisitive. It's so easy to make her smile. She "talks" almost as much as I do.

She touches and grabs everything. My hair often has a spit-up scent in it, and there's usually a bit of Desitin residue under my finger nail. I use Shout and Resolve Carpet Cleanser weekly. My washing machine is like a second pet. (i.e. she's messy)

She peed on the blanket during this photo shoot.

She is beautiful.

Her smile completely melts her daddy's heart. He holds her so tight and begs her to rest her head on his shoulder (which she usually doesn't do, she's too busy looking around).

I didn't know something so small could make me feel so important. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much love. But what I do know is you've changed me, and I'll never be the same.

CP & JB - BFF's - WA

2011-08-17T10:25:00.000-06:00

My mom is so confused by the title of this post.

Let me clarify ma. We went to see Crystal (CP) and Jonathan (JB) our very dear friends (BFF's) in Washington this weekend. They lived in Colorado for several years, forced me and Nate to love them a lot, and then left for another state. Lame I know.

They have two little whipper snappers. Camden (almost 3) and Parker (7 months). They are fantastic parents to two fantastic kids. We only had a short weekend to spend with them, but it was wonderful. We laughed and cried (in a Starbucks, ha!) and got the goosebumps together (ok, just me and CP cried and got goosebumps).

I was very nervous about flying with Andrey, but she did great!

About to take off on my first flight!

Walking through Sea-Tac airport.

I see you!

The playing began immediately after we arrived. It was a hoot!

Parker in his jumper. He is so sweet and content.

Happy little boy!

Time for some baseball. He had to go put his Dodgers shirt on before he could play.

I channeled my inner softball chick and pitched a few rounds.

Camden playing peek-a-boo with Andrey.

She was mesmerized by him. He's great entertainment.

At the market in Seattle. Gorgeous and cheap flowers!

Look at the price!

We watched the fishy guys throw the fish.

Family shot.

Bentley family.

This place was filled with colorful fruits and veggies.

The street music was pretty darn good.

I just want to kiss this one. So delicate looking.

Camden helped Nate push the stroller. He was so cute!

See the stadium?

I got to see the space needle. Thanks for the detour JB.

"Wanna see how fast my shoes are?"

Hugging Uncle Nate goodbye.

Smoochies!

Our fellas.

Back home at DIA.

We had a fabulous trip seeing some of our favorite people. Thanks for everything guys. Where to next?

Wrap it Up or I'll Stop Reading

2011-08-09T10:12:00.000-06:00

This is my last Sister Friend and family post. I promise.

I went over to ma and pa's one last time to hang with the fam. SF was so excited to see little A one more time. Andrey was thrilled.

My sista has perfect skin. Annoying.

No, that's not sweat on my chest - it's drool.

We headed outside again because that's what you do in Colorado. It's like a rule here. Disgustingly hot weather, skin burning sun, half dead grass, and dog poop hidden about the lawn. A little boys dream.

Well, actually this day was much cooler. It started to cool off and I begged my momma to start a fire for s'mores. We took the babies with us, and let them experience some fabulous smoke inhalation.

Kade watching the fire.

S'mores speak to my heart like a Nicholas Sparks novel. They move me to tears.

Calen is not a fan of sticky or dirty hands. After he nursed this puppy for 10 minutes we had to go inside for a thorough cleaning! I asked him "Do you like s'mores?" His reply? "Not as much as cupcakes!"

Shelby, always around showing off her gymnastics moves.

A while later I found my mom and dad hangin' with the wee ones. How big will they be the next time they see each other? Will they be crawling, walking? It is amazing to see how life changes over the course of a few years. We used to get together as a family, sit outside and chat for hours. Now, someone is chasing someone. A little boy just pooed his pants. Grandpa has spit-up all over his sleeve. It's nap time, bed time, time-out time.

It's family. I love this growing family. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

The WHOLE Lot of Us

2011-08-08T10:17:00.000-06:00

With Sister Friend and family in town, we had to get everyone together. As in, all of us. The whole lot.

It was so fun to watch the big boys play in the water. They were crazy!

Ethan

Aiden

Ally played with the big boys too. She was so cute, didn't mind being splashed, and spent the majority of the time with all her hair in front of her face.

Trying to get the kids to peek out of the pool to "spy" on grandma. I was really just trying to get them to look at her for a picture. They took turns looking...it didn't turn out the way I planned.

It was a really hot day. Hotter than Ryan Reynolds hot.

Calen patrolled the area, making sure we were safe.

Then he took a break from his tiresome work to relax. Poor kid had the worst owie on his chin.

Bella was about ready to keel over dead from heat exhaustion, so she went for a swim too. She reminded me of Falkor in The Neverending Story.

Falkor!

Kade and Andrey. Bumbos. Food.

SF's gorgeous family.

Bro's beautiful family. Wiped out from the long day.

Love this picture of my brother and his son.

Red eyes. Evidence that Ethan opens his eyes underwater!

My dad spent the whole day playing with the kids, or holding Andrey. He's such a wonderful grandpa!

Finally, proof of the heat. We got home to find this rabbit sprawled out in the shade of our bush. I named him Steve. Stay cool Steve!

Sister Friend

2011-08-05T10:04:00.002-06:00

I love having a sister. Don't all girls want one? Laurie and I are about 5 years apart in age, so we were far from friends growing up. We never shared the same "stage" in life until we got older. I followed her around and wanted to be her. I wanted to sleep in her bed when I was scared. I wanted to wear her clothes, makeup and listen to her music. It drove her nuts, I drove her nuts, she drove me nuts. Nutty huh?

We constantly refer to each other now as "sister friend" because we are both sisters and friends (duh. I feel like I need to explain everything to you). We leave the most embarrassing messages on each others machines, usually involving high pitched songs or doggie talk.

Anyway, sister friend (SF) lives in Illinois. She keeps having babies (boy babies) and so her visits to Colorado are decreasing. She is here now, and I'm soaking her up (and her boys).

SF had Kade, her third boy, 5 days before I had Andrey. And get this, he weighs five pounds more than her. He's a big boy, and she's a little girl!

Andrey and Kade meet for the first time.

Kade wanted to grab Andrey's eyes. SF had to restrain him.

We went outside after the babies went down for a nap to watch the big boys ride their bikes.

SF's middle child, Calen (almost 3).

Aiden, the oldest (almost 5).

I was warned not to mention to Aiden that he was riding a pink bike. He is ALL boy and didn't need a reason to desert the bike. This kid is wild! He's a road rash waiting to happen.

After nap time we took the wee ones out to splish splash in the mini pool.

Aiden watched as the babies got ready for the water. Little girls are foreign to him, although they just got a girly kitten named Miss America at home. She brings the female tally up one. I digress. It was his turn driving the awesome John Deere tractor.

You lookin' at me?

Water time! It was warm and well received. Hallelujah!

Calen's turn to drive. These boys are farmers waiting to happen. Minus the farmers tan of course.

"Do you think you can drive it up that big hill?" "Yes!!!" Total bummer, the little tractor that couldn't.

Cousins meeting cousins was so fantastic! They did great. I'm sad they won't see each other often, but when they do we will force a friendship...and pretend it's real. That's family for ya!

More Sister Friend fun to come! Bet you can't wait.

When the Light is Right

2011-07-27T10:45:00.000-06:00

The sun floods into Andrey's room in the late afternoon. It's perfect for pictures. Need I say more?

Baby and Chihuahua

2011-07-24T10:15:00.001-06:00

If you know me, you know how much I love my dog Bella (aka Tina, aka Frisky). She was a gift from Nate for my 21st birthday. I frequently refer to her as "such a gift" in an annoying doggie voice that I save for those who won't disown me upon hearing it. I know my true friends by their effort with her. She can be won over! If you don't like my dog, chances are...I don't like you. It's that simple.

We were worried about introducing Bella to our new baby before she was even a spark in our eyes. Once I became pregnant, we really started to worry. You see, Bella had been a spoiled only child for almost 7 years before Andrey came. She sleeps in bed with us, comes with us everywhere and is generally doted upon.

She watched each prego photo shoot - and wanted to lick the fruit.

More than Bella being spoiled, she's got some big time sass in her pants. She's not nice if she doesn't know you, especially if you are a child. Children are kryptonite to her. ~~too~~ MANY people asked if we were nervous about bringing home a baby to Bella, and we were. We were confident she wouldn't hurt the baby (and we were right), but were nervous she would want nothing to do with her.

Watching Nate put the crib together.

When Andrey slept all day, Bella liked her. She would cuddle next to us as we held her, without any problem.

I'll be fighting off the modeling agencies with this picture.

And as Andrey started to make more noise and movement, Bella realized this little thing was ALIVE! She started to be more cautious, distant and aware. But Bella was still curious. She always wanted to have a look.

She begged for attention, not understanding what all the buzz was over this little bundle of cries. She started to be abnormally friendly to anyone who came for a visit (people were shocked!). The poor dog was desperate for the spotlight again.

She would not get out of the way for a picture.

Now, Bella is learning to deal with her new "sister". I think she understands this little baby isn't going anywhere, and sadly, her place as #1 is gone. When I'm holding Andrey and say "look at the doggie" Bella runs! Little A has grabbed a few too many fist-fulls of dog hair for her to stick around.

Andrey loves to stare and smile at her dog.

I've forced Bella to sit next to Andrey several times, and she will usually stay for about .2 seconds before she's running for her life.

I hope as Andrey grows, so will Bella's acceptance of her. I hope they will be friends someday, and that Bella will choose to sit with Little A. I hope they will play together. I can hope, right?

Even though you are not my baby anymore, I still love you Bella. You are such a gift! :) And I'll let you sleep in bed with us until the end, my little snuggle buddy.

Seven Month Old Girl

2011-07-20T09:51:00.000-06:00

Andrey Grace is seven months already. Before I know it she will be one. I'm already gathering ideas for her birthday party. It's been a wonderful seven months, full of love, poop, spit-up, cuddling, and more.

Andrey is pretty laid back. She usually goes with the flow. I feel like she is patient (which she did not get from me). I had her sitting in this bucket for 20 minutes before she started to fuss.

She has a ridiculous amount of nicknames. Here are a few:

Peanut

Nuggs (Nuggies, Nugget, P Nug)

Little A

A.G.P.

Cooper (I have no idea where this came from, but it's the one I use most)

Coop, Coop-Ma-Goop

Sweet P. (not pea)

Nate mentioned the other night we should probably start calling her Andrey. Otherwise, she's going to be quite confused.

She is a bit behind on her milestones, but we were told to expect that with her being a preemie. She smiles like crazy, laughs, blows spit bubbles, smacks her lips and screams a lot.

She pulls wads of my hair out, wants to stand all the time, kicks and kicks, soaks her clothes in drool, eats like a champ, bounces in her jumper with unmatched glee and lights up when she sees her doggie.

She grabs anything in her sight, including the attention of people in public. I can't go out without someone commenting on her. Usually it's something like "look at those cheeks, she must be well fed". To which I want to reply, "look at your butt, you must be well fed". But instead I choose to say "yep, she's eating Crisco out of the can".

I'm truly taken with this little girl. God has shown me the unconditional love of a mother. I find that because of her I want to be a better person, friend, daughter and wife. Her life is a gift. I can't believe all we went through to get her here, but I would go through it all over again to have her.

Mommy loves you little one.

Hatched!

2011-07-19T17:03:00.000-06:00

Crazy bird had her babies! My mom warned me not to get too close. They might jump. I'd jump too if I saw me and my make-up free face, greasy hair and wedgie coming. That's terrifying!

I took these pictures from inside my house. Therefore they are not as fantastic as they could be. And you will see, like I mentioned before, my plant is just about dead. Had it remained alive it would have provided more protection, but alas these babies are enough exposed for a photo shoot.

I took these over the course of about thirty minutes. I was worried about the absence of crazy mamma. She must have had a hard time finding a worm to swallow and vomit back up. If she wouldn't have returned, I would have done it for her.

I'll do anything for my family...

The Quadruplets

2011-07-13T09:42:00.000-06:00

The other day I discovered our family was about to expand. I went out to water my hanging plant when a stark crazy bird went flying out of it, right past my face. After I composed myself (it scared the CRAP out of me) I watered my plant. Fast forward to the next day. Same thing happens, including me being totally freaked out. Fool me once... shame on you! Fool me twice, I'm an idiot.

Terrifying large bird!

I tell Nate when he gets home about the bird who is messin' with my head. Nate channels his inner bird whisper, takes down the plant and BAM! Quadruplets!

I feel bad I've scared momma crazy bird so many times. Every time I go out my front door she flies away. I've stopped watering my plant and it is just about dead. I don't think the eggs know how to swim. I'd like to throw momma a birdy shower, but she won't stick around for me to ask what she needs. I guess she's planning on borrowing from friends.

Tweet!

Down on the Farm

2011-07-12T09:56:00.000-06:00

I love living in Colorado. It is such a beautiful state. On Saturday we went out to the boonies to celebrate our friend Aaron's birthday. Aaron and his wife April moved out of Denver to Pueblo a while back so we rarely get to see them. It was a special treat to get together with them and lots of other friends. It only down-poured half the time.

Andrey always wants a sip of our water.

Using Phil's truck to load up the baby. Thanks Phil!

4th of July

2011-07-05T13:11:00.000-06:00

Happy Independence Day!

July 1 - Hanging outside. Drooling.

July 3 - Naked. Screaming like a...girl.

July 4 - Getting ready to go to midday festivities.

July 4 - Heading out to a BBQ.

We're so excited!

Grateful to live in the United States of America!

Nate - My Great Mate

2011-06-30T09:18:00.000-06:00

Nate is an incredible husband and dad. He is so dedicated to me and Andrey.

Early in my pregnancy we went to San Franscisco. I had terrible morning sickness through the entire trip. I needed several breaks. We went on an airplane, boats, busses and tolleys. It was rough on my somach to say the least. Each time I took a break, Nate would sit with me and comfort me. Or he'd go get me an ice cream...

One of many breaks.

My strange caregiver.

My hubs is funny and serious. He loves beautiful places. When we were in Oregon he couldn't stop talking about how beautiful everything was. I love that about him.

Walking at a park in Lincoln City, OR.

When Andrey came Nate was so calm. It was a crazy time with her being early. There were many times he could have panicked, but he was organized, purposeful and excited. When I was in labor and totally terrified he kept saying "I can't wait to meet my baby girl".

In the NICU.

Andrey looking at her daddy.

When we got home, he did everything he could to help. He ended up taking a month off of work. He got up in the middle of the night, every night, that whole month.

He is a loving, compassionate, dedicated dad. He is thrilled with his little girl. She is so blessed to have him.

Nate, you are an amazing man. Thank you for being present in our lives. For doing everything you can to connect with Andrey. You make her smile every day and she just adores you. You are all I could have hoped for and more. Love you Mr. P!

Ode to My Daddy

2011-06-29T09:33:00.001-06:00

I had high expectations for my children's father because I have a wonderful dad myself. I needed a kind, funny, smart, sensitive, compassionate, Christian man who could fix anything around the house. I found one in Nate. Nate is a wonderful father, just like my dad. But we'll get to Nate another day...

Dad playing with Mac's photo distortions. Haha!!

I remember waiting at the front door as a kid, desperate to get the first hug from dad when he got home from work. He'd scoop me up and tell me how much he missed me that day. He played with all of us, down on the floor, letting us jump on his back and kick him in his kidneys. My dad was the kind of dad that played with other kids, because maybe they didn't have a daddy. He was always swarmed with strangers at the neighborhood pool. Climbing all over him, asking him to throw them (I loved being tossed in the water!). He was and still is a great playmate!

Playing with grandson Ethan.

My dad is tender hearted. After sticking his foot in his mouth (which he still does, don't deny it dad) he always sought out an apology, teaching us that we are accountable for our actions. He made up moral stories about Wootsie-Poo and Pootsie-Poo (fictional characters he invented), teaching us life lessons about sharing, money, kindness and more. He's known for his clever quips like "spend a little, save a little, give a little". And when in a crowded room he will lean over and whisper "I looked around this whole room and you know what? You're the prettiest girl in here."

Strange picture I know. He's holding a flashlight while my mom files A's nails.

My dad taught us about God. His love for the Lord was always apparent though his prayers and dedication to reading his Bible. He encouraged our own faith without demanding it. Each time we went into the mountains he would pull aside on the road, have us all get out and look at what God created (and as young kids we didn't get what was so great about some boring mountains). My dad sees God's creation as a chance to worship.

When I was pregnant and we learned Andrey wasn't healthy, my dad prayed and prayed hard. He cried with us, and begged God for a healthy girl. For a miracle. He and I spoke many times during that trial about how we had a new relationship with God because of my daughter. He loved her so much before she was even born.

With Andrey at NICU Zoo reunion.

My dad is an amazing father and daddy. He is such a gift to me and my family. I love you dad.

Watch Out Michael Phelps

2011-06-26T18:16:00.000-06:00

Water is my friend. We're like Woody and Buzz. I like to drink it, yes, but I love to swim. So far, the same is not true for my daughter. Andrey is such a happy bath taker I just assumed she would love the pool. I was wrong. She will have many years to make up for a terrible first experience with the pool. And when she finally understands how much fun it is...good old Mikey Phelps will have to watch out!

Love the look on her face here.

Hat change - getting ready to try the water.

I sat right down in 2 inches of water and barely touched her toes in...

...and she was ticked!

Taking a break under the tree.

I'm not giving up. We will be back pool. Oh yes, we will be back!

You Call This Solid?

2011-06-24T16:58:00.000-06:00

We waited the recommended six months to try out "solid" food with Andrey. I hesitate to call it solid, because it's pretty mushy. It's the consistency of runny baby poo. Too descriptive? I thought so too.

Getting ready for her first taste.

We started with rice cereal. I tasted it. I didn't like it. Andrey spit it out like a champ, but she was brave and just kept opening her mouth. I know most babies put everything in their mouths (my mom loves to tell me about the time I put a daddy long leg in mine), but my girl puts everything in her mouth. So I think she would keep opening up no matter what we offered. I'll probably be proven wrong soon...

After two days of that ~~crap~~ nutritious first food - I decided to make my own. I peeled, chopped, steamed and pureed two yams. I intended on getting sweet potatoes, and all they had were yams. Same thing? Well, kind of. Google it if you want to know. What do you think this is, a cooking blog?

This went much better! After each serving I've given her this week I've discovered hidden leftovers in her neck creases, hair and fingernails.

Next up: avocados, bananas and apples!

Halfway to One

2011-06-20T13:39:00.000-06:00

I'm so shocked it's already been six months. And yet, sometimes I think - It's only been six months? But alas, my girl is halfway to one.

Andrey is an integral part of our family. She is a permanent fixture of my day. An easy smile to wake up to each morning. She is a happy, easy going girl. She has made me a mommy.

She is alert and aware of everything around her - listening to me sing, whistle, hum. She smiles at me when I return to her after only a moment gone. Her doggie takes all her attention. Her daddy makes her giggle.

After six short and long months she is the love of my life. A reason to be better, stronger, wiser and weirder. She has aided in the much needed growth of my patience, the ache of my cheekbones, the use of my washing machine.

This girl is a true gift from God. I thank Him for her every day. I pray to be a great parent. I pray for her safety, health, future friends and husband, integrity, sense of humor, kindness, education and more.

Andrey Grace, you have made me the most proud and thankful mommy. I love you!

Worth It

2011-06-01T09:26:00.000-06:00

I may not be able to go shopping...

or buy feta cheese...

or eat out at nice restaurants...

or add to our savings account...

or get a Starbucks every time I think I deserve one (um everyday, hello)...

or go on nice vacations...

but I do get to watch my girl learn and grow...

and play footsie...

I get to take my time with her and slow down...

and never miss a moment.

It's more than worth it. I wouldn't trade it for any amount of money in the world.

Cinque - Fem - Cinq - Cinco - FIVE!!!!

2011-05-18T14:14:00.000-06:00

Months that is. My little girl is five months old today. We did our traditional photo shoot this afternoon. I had to wash my sheets, pillow cases and even my mattress pad after this. Let's just say Andrey is a professional spitter-upper. Trick nasty yo.

I love this look on her face!

This just makes me laugh!

Here is the drool before the spit-up.

Wet sheets...happy baby.

I love this little girl more than I ever thought possible. She is the light of my life. Happy five months precious Nuggie!

The Girl I Love so Much I Went to the Zoo.

2011-05-15T11:08:00.000-06:00

Every two years P/SL Hospital hosts a NICU reunion at the Denver Zoo. It's an opportunity for families to see the doctors and nurses who took such great care of their babies. It included free admittance and lunch.

So we went.

This whole baby thing ~~better~~ will make me turn over a new zoo leaf. You see, I don't like the zoo. I avoid it like the DMV. I spend the whole time feeling sorry for the sad excuse of a habitat these caged animals live in. I know people like to see the animals, and so do I to an extent, but to see them pacing back and forth in such confinement makes me crazy. I was the little girl screaming at the horse and carriage rides downtown "animal abuse!!". Don't get me started on the Rodeo. Do I have issues? Yes. Back off me.

Anyway, each family was asked to send in a picture of their baby in the NICU and a current picture of their wee one. The walls were covered with posters made of these before and afters. There were many sick little babies who looked perfectly healthy now. It was a great testament to the work the docs and nurses do.

My pops and Andrey next to her before and after picture.

It was very cold and poor little A had to wear miss-matched clothes. She'll never forgive me.

When we got home she was so warm from the car ride she looked like a rosacea patient.

We had a great time and are proud owners of stuffed animals of a giraffe and rhino. I only muttered under my breath 14 times about my true feelings of the animals unnatural homes. Each time my mom or Nate would ask a "wouldn't you rather they be in this cage well fed and taken care of than..." with a confident "no". I'll work on my attitude so I don't end up embarrassing Andrey when she's old enough to know her mom is making a scene.

As for now I'm happy with my healthy little girl. The girl I love so much I went to the zoo.

If You're Happy and You Know It

2011-05-10T09:49:00.000-06:00

Hmm..what am I sitting in?

I'm not sure I want to be here.

Score! Put me on the floor and give me a purple flower!

So happy!

Kickin' It - Baby Style

2011-05-02T10:18:00.000-06:00

Andrey is a mover.

She is rarely still.

I tried to capture it.

My littler kicker.

Hopefully she's a soccer player like daddy.

Easter Sunday

2011-04-27T10:11:00.000-06:00

I love Easter. It's the most meaningful holiday for a Christian. We celebrate Jesus' resurrection. It is the fundamental basis for our faith. My small group has been doing a four week study looking into the facts of Easter. Upon completing this study, I stand more firm and sure of the truth behind the resurrection of Christ. It's so encouraging to learn about the brilliant people who have set out to prove my faith wrong, and in turn walk away believing it themselves. The evidence is overwhelming. So many people don't believe because it doesn't make sense to them, but they only know information on an elementary level. Look into it. You'll find answers. Answers to questions you didn't even know you had.

I'm going to do my best to raise children who know what Easter is really about. I want them to know why we celebrate this holiday. I can only pray they will listen. Now, that doesn't mean I won't participate in dyeing eggs, or hiding baskets around the house, or faking a few rabbit tracks across the living room floor. I just won't put the emphasis on those activities. I hope I can do that.

That being said, one of the best things about having a little girl at Easter is The Dress! One of the worst things about having a baby, is spit up. She soaked her beautiful new dress before we left the house. Bummer!

She got her first Easter basket - loaded with things she already owned. Don't tell her. The only new things she got was a princess wand (which she can't play with for like 2 years) and a necklace (which she can't wear until she's 10). I'm still learning.

We headed over to grandma and grandpa's house to meet up with the rest of the family. We tried to take a few pictures with her cousins Ethan and Allison. It didn't work out as we had hoped.

Ally's just about had it!

We put the little one down for a nap and had an Easter egg hunt for the "big kids" out back.

Of course there were bubbles.

And the soccer ball always makes it's way out. I love my dad's face in this one!

And these sweet faces melt my heart.

Ethan is waiting patiently for my mom to open this egg.

It was a blessed Easter. I hope yours was too.

Four Months?! Already?

2011-04-21T09:16:00.000-06:00

She smiles like crazy.

Is on the verge of laughing.

Warms my heart.

Loves bath time.

Is constantly learning, watching, cooing.

(You can see her cyst here. It's the bubble not the fold under her ear.)

Has impossible fingernails.

She is the most amazing little gift from God.

I'm obsessed with her.

She sucks on her hands like she's starving all the time.

My sweet little girl is four months old.

The Surgeon Speaks

2011-04-19T13:36:00.000-06:00

On April 11th we met with the surgeon again. He looked Andrey over and said she looked "perfect". I responded with "I know, right?".

He's obviously a smart man.

He doesn't think anything needs to be done about the cyst for a while. We are set to go back in 6 more months. The cyst is barely visible, it doesn't affect her movement or cause any pain. There is a chance she won't ever have it removed. It could stay small and continue to blend in with her neck. There is also a chance that she could get sick (with an ear infection or something else just as common) and the cyst could triple in size. Freaky. She will most likely get another MRI in the future to make sure it isn't changing or growing into any muscles.

Side note: Dr. Surgeon Man said he just saw a two year old who came in with a cyst the size of a grapefruit on his neck. Great. The parents didn't even know he had one and BAM! Citrus fruit bubble. So at least I know she has this and I'll only panic a little when/if this happens to her.

Then on Friday Andrey had her four month check up. She got her shots again and cried like a baby...which made me cry like a baby. She weighed 11lbs 8oz and was 23inches long. She is in the 10th percentile for both height and weight. Just a little stinker!

Finally, what fun is a post without pictures?

Little Peanut was crying in almost all the fam photos we tried to take.

This isn't the best shot but it will have to do.

Nostrils anyone?

So sweet with her daddy.

Art For The Nations

2011-04-12T09:35:00.000-06:00

As most of you know, I volunteer as a small group leader with high school freshmen girls. It's exhausting and wonderful. I've been with this same group of girls since they were in 6th grade and boy have they changed in four years.

They challenge me every Wednesday night. They make me laugh hysterically. They have more energy than I know what to do with. They are desperate to learn more about God, life and...boys. I love the strange questions they ask. I love their creativity and growing maturity. I love them!

It's an awesome experience to be a part of their lives. Fo sho.

This last Wednesday we went downtown for a service project. We went to Art For The Nations. They provide free art supplies to groups of people going on outreach projects around the world. These people help create fun art projects with children from the area they are serving.

What we did on Wednesday was create canvas bags to hold all the supplies. The bags are usually given to children all around the world. I put a postcard on my completed bag with my address on it. I'm hoping the person who ends up with it will send me a little note so I know how far it travelled.

I'm opting not to include pictures of the girls. Just in case I get in trouble.

We started with these blank bags.

Then each girl let her creative juices flow. I tried to mess with my cameras settings, which is why all the photos look so different. I'm learning.

We loaded each bag with a predetermined amount of craft supplies.

Finished bags filled with goodies!

There is something so rewarding about serving with kids. They are desperate to help others, to make a difference. They think they can change the world.

I think they're right.

Andy Warhol

2011-04-06T13:11:00.000-06:00

We're practically famous.

We're like Marilyn Monroe.

Only much better looking of course.

DIY Delirium

2011-03-30T13:01:00.000-06:00

I love DIY (Do It Yourself) projects. I love them like a teenage girl loves Justin Beiber. My house is full of them. DIY projects, not teenage girls. Many are complete, some are in the works, and most are a figment of my imagination.

I'm ambitious. I think I can fix, recreate, beautify just about anything. Especially with a can of spray-paint. I rock spray-paint. And every time I buy it, I get carded. It's hilarious.

The problem is, I'm not motivated to get started on anything.

But I was thinking if I posted about what I want to do, it might make me do it!

Blogaccountability if you will.

Let's see how that goes.

The biggest project is my kitchen cabinets. I want to paint them white and put new hardware on them. They are the builders fugly cabinets. They give me the willies.

I also need to recreate this bench and put something on the wall above it. I think I'll keep the seat the same, maybe just stain it. And then paint the rest. I'm not sure. This is at my entryway. It's an unwelcoming, plain and sad way to come home.

I read a lot of books. Like a ridiculous amount of books. I have overflowing bookshelves. Several stacks of books overwhelm my bedroom (this is not a good representation of the books, but you get the idea). I want to build a bookcase thing-a-ma-jig. It must have silver leafing on it somewhere. I've never built anything like this before. Should be interesting.

Our backyard is embarrassing. It's the red pimple on the face of our house. We have a huge deck that Nate refinished last summer, and that's the only nice thing back there. I took this barrel planter from my parents when they weren't looking. It needs some TLC, and flowers galore.

Goodwill! How I love thee. Two little chairs await my creativity. Oh, and they didn't come with a table. So I guess I need to make one of those too. Dang it.

Wish me luck!

Month by Month

2011-03-28T17:36:00.000-06:00

Babies change and grow so fast. You already know that though don't you? I love to see these changes documented monthly. I'm excited to see her after a year. For now, I'm sticking with month by month. That's already moving too fast for me.

I'll look back at these photographs and remember her at each stage.

I'll remember her sleepy little self at one month. Her angelic little face. Her constantly poopy diaper.

I'll remember her first smile at two months. Her baby acne. Her move to 0-3 month clothes.

I'll remember her bight eyed at three months. Sleeping though the night. Her ability to melt my heart.

I can't wait to see her in April...

NICU Days

2011-03-24T12:07:00.000-06:00

Andrey spent five days in the PSL NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit). Three of those days in the level three NICU. The level three unit is the real deal NICU. It's where the sickest babies are. Machines are constantly beeping and alarms are going off. Nurses are checking and rechecking vitals. It's cramped and chaotic. We saw other parents come to visit their tiny and sick babies. They had to put their hands though small holes on an isolette to touch their children. They had been there weeks, some months. It's wonderful that this place exists, but you never want to be there. After three days she moved to the "graduated" NICU. Here, babies go to grow and get ready to go home.

On her second day in the NICU she had a MRI to assess the cystic hygroma. She needed to be sedated for this procedure, and that was really difficult to see. We were not allowed to follow her to the MRI, but we waited by the elevators to see her being wheeled back. I was a mess. When she came out of the elevators the nurse saw us sitting there and told us to give her five minutes before we reentered the NICU to see her. She assured us everything was fine, and it was. It took Andrey about 12 hours to come out of the anesthesia and that was tough. She had a feeding tube in, oxygen (just in case) and was hooked up to several machines. The results came in the next day and the surgeon said there was no need to do anything about the hygroma right now. We were so relieved that she wasn't going to have surgery yet.

Each day we went to visit her with a sad and heavy heart. I felt sorry for myself that my little girl was not well enough to be home with me. Upon entering the secure unit, my bad attitude changed from selfish demands to empathy for other families. Our girl was by far the healthiest baby in there. She was HUGE compared to other babies. She was breathing on her own. She was pink (most of the time, she did have two bouts of jaundice though). We were originally told by the Neonatologist that she would probably be in there until her due date. Nate and I mentally prepared ourselves to make the 40 minute drive everyday- trying to wrap our minds around how we would do it for 5 or more weeks. We got a call on December 23rd when we were about to walk out the door to the hospital. It was one of the nurses saying we could take Andrey home that day.

We were so thrilled and terrified at the same time. She was just 4lbs and 12oz at this point (but gaining really fast which is why they let us take her then). I didn't know if I was capable of taking care of her. I had never been with her without a staff of highly trained people around us. About three hours later, we left for the hospital. I needed to clean my ceiling fans, vacuum everything, wash baby clothes. I needed to panic and pray.

I'm incredibly grateful for the NICU staff. I'm grateful she only spent five days in the NICU.

I'm just, grateful.

Growin' and a Changin'

2011-03-21T17:46:00.000-06:00

She has already changed so much.

I don't want to miss a moment.

And Baby Makes Trois! (that's three in French people)

2011-03-15T11:27:00.000-06:00

So like, I had a baby. It hurt.

Sorry about my blogging absence. After Andrey came, I didn't have access to a computer. Nate and I just bought a new iMac. It's freakin' awesome! Now I don't have an excuse.

There is no way that I can update everything that has happened in one post. So I'll start with December and go from there. I find it interesting to reread what I posted on Dec 16th. I posted a lot about my fears, and many of them came true. Turns out, I was afraid for nothing. I went into labor on the 17th and had her on the 18th. She was due January 24th.

Preterm labor is no joke. I woke up on Friday morning, started to get ready for work and suddenly started bleeding. Fortunately Nate was still home, so we rushed to Littleton Hospital. The nurses there gave me a shot of Terbutaline to try to stop my contractions. My appointment was that day to have my care transferred to the high risk practice, so I wasn't a patient with them yet. The doctor that I was seeing (Dr. A), who authorized the transfer, was called by my regular OB. Dr. A decided Littleton Hospital was not prepared to handle my delivery (what? did she think I was having the baby or something??) so she ordered me to go to Pres/St. Lukes (PSL). Now, it would make too much sense financially for us to drive ourselves there so I had to ride in an ambulance with high risk L&D nurses. These two women, (Flight Team!) were called from home to come transport me to PSL. They were wearing skydiving suits. I swear. When they arrived at Littleton they saw my contractions were still going so they started me on magnesium sulfate. That stuff sucks. It made me feel like I was having menopausal hot flashes. It's the strongest drug available to stop contractions. They assured me it would work. I bumped my way along the road to PSL, with Nate riding in front of the ambulance. I just kept thinking "I'm not ready to have a baby. My ceiling fans are dusty."

We arrived at PSL and the "Flight Team" told the PSL nurses everything they knew. They were saying things like "the patient isn't responding to the mag" and blah blah blah. Huh...I'm not responding to the mag? Crap. The new nurse in charge gave me another round of mag, put a catheter in (it hurt so bad I almost judo chopped her, plus she was sassy and deserved a judo chop) and informed me I would be at the hospital until I had my baby. I thought; "seriously, what am I going to do here for weeks."

My new enemy (ahem...the mag!) didn't work the second time around. Sassy nurse then informed me she was going to let me go into labor. NO! There was a man delivering babies that day. I don't want a man! (Well I do want a man...but I already have one. Duh!) All my fears dissolved when this man came in to check my progress, and he was totally pleasant. Who would have thought?

Meanwhile my mom was in Illinois because my sister had a baby four days earlier. I needed my mom. She caught a flight and made it in time to brush my hair, hold my hand (and eventually a leg), pray fervently, and just be there for Nate and I.

Early Saturday morning, maybe around 3am, I got an epidural. I didn't like it. It made me numb. Okay, I know you're thinking that's what it's supposed to do. But it freaked me out. I couldn't feel my legs and I like to feel my legs. They are vital to me. I annoyed the anesthesiologist to the point where he said "you're only allowed to ask 20 questions". He was great and had a good sense of humor. I needed a lot of reassurance I was going to walk again. Poor guy.

After pushing for about two hours, and telling/yelling at my husband to hold my leg stronger and my mom to stop texting my dad (seriously mom, you're holding a leg and texting?!), Andrey Grace was born. It was 8:18am. She was 5lbs 1oz and 18inches long. Just a little squirt. She cried immediately. What a relief. I had been given a steroid shot to develop her lungs, and I guess she didn't need it. She was strong enough for me to hold her for about a minute before the NICU team took her away. I was so grateful for that minute. The doc who delivered me (ended up being a WOMAN! score!) had warned me she would probably be taken away immediately. It was intense to have a room full of people. The NICU team was very impressive and thorough. Nate went with Andrey and my mom stayed with me.

I'll wrap this up here, as I can see you're starting to lost interest. I went into labor because of a placental abruption. AKA - My placenta tore away from the uterine wall. AKA - Not a good thing. About 30 seconds after Andrey came, so did my placenta. This is not normal people. I got ANOTHER epidural, and had a curettage procedure preformed (it's the C when referring to a D&C) to remove remaining tissue. Because of the second epi, I couldn't walk for 5 more hours. So I had to wait that whole time to go see Andrey. I wet the bed.

It was a traumatic and amazing experience. Every bit of pain, fear and worry was worth it. I'm so in love with my little girl. The Lord chose me to be her mother and I would do it all again, every day to have her.

Due to the fact we were not ready to have a baby, we didn't have a camera with us. So here are a few pictures from when she was about two days old.

Here she is under the bilirubin lights for her jaundice.

More to come friends.

Did anyone read this? Mom?

Andrey Update

2010-12-16T10:38:00.000-07:00

Andrey, Nate and I saw the Perinatologist this morning. Andrey's cyst is still there, and has grown a bit. It also changed shape, and is not looking as circular anymore. At it longest point it measures about 3 cm. We were pretty bummed to learn this. After our last appointment (where the cyst got smaller) I was hoping we would come in today and learn it was smaller yet or even gone. I know the Lord can completely remove this cyst before she is born, but I also know He may not. It's a battle in my heart to come to a place of acceptance with this. Our care is officially being changed over to the specialists practice, and we will no longer see our regular OB. We will also for sure be delivering at P/SL downtown instead of Littleton. This is to ensure we are at the best hospital for a high risk pregnancy. It's where the surgeon works. I don't want to deliver there - and have some random doc I've never met deliver her. But it's what's best for the babe, and that's my number one priority.

My heart is heavy. I am overwhelmed.

On a positive note, Andrey looks really healthy otherwise. She is growing well! According to the ultrasound measurements she weighs 5 lbs 9 oz, which is perfect for her gestational age. Her heart, kidneys, brain, etc. all look great. We got to check our her little face in 3D again. She's got some good cheeks coming in, and big lips! I just absolutely love this little girl. She is the best, most terrifying, exhilarating, blessing I could ever imagine.

My heart is full. I am overcome with love.

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2010-12-09T15:57:00.000-07:00

I'm Alive - It's True!

2010-12-06T15:13:00.000-07:00

I'm alive, but it's not pretty friends. I've been battling a sinus infection for six weeks now. It provides me with a daily, almost non-stop headache. Dizziness and visual problems. And extreme fatigue! I'm completely pooped. I'm on my second course of antibiotics, and praying they will solve this madness. It's really overwhelmed me and put me in a funk. I feel like my cup was full before this, and them someone threw my full cup in the ocean. Feel sorry for me yet? :)

I had my family baby shower on Saturday and it was wonderful! I felt so blessed to have many people come and celebrate Andrey with me. Now that I'm done with baby showers I can officially finish purchasing the things I need. I can finish the nursery, install the car seat, tour PSL, set up the pack-n-play, wash clothes, etc. It will be wonderful to get all those things done.

Finally, I have three weeks of work left. Woo hoo! I can't wait to be done with work. I can get a lot of the above done. I hope to rest, read and prepare to never rest or read again.

Prayer Requests: While I have your attention I might as well, right?

The cyst goes away! We go back to the doc to see it 12/16. We are desperate for a healthy baby girl!
My health. Pray I feel better ASAP!!
That I daily put my trust in the Lord. I feel so much peace when I give my fears and worries to Him.
Transition to one income. It's a little scary.

Smoochies!

Baby Shower!

2010-11-24T14:39:00.000-07:00

You know it's getting close to B-Day when you have a baby shower. I loved my shower. So many people, so much support, so much attention! My kind of day!

My delicious and adorable cake. Ignore the fact that Andrey's name was wrong. They wrote Audrey instead. It didn't change the fact that the cake tasted great!

My faboo hostess, Keely. See how we looked at each other with such adoration!

My friend Megan flew into town from Texas! It was wonderful to see her, and incredibly sweet of her to come! She's due in March.

It was a wonderful day filled with some of my favorite people! I'd have many more pictures had my camera battery not died. Terrible timing!

Thank you all for coming and for the wonderful gifts. I felt so loved and blessed to have you there. Andrey has so many people in her corner already. Have a fatty and safe Thanksgiving! :)