Thursday, June 18, 2015


Well, this post is terribly late, but as I was going back through pictures the other day I realized I didn't want to forget Easter 2015.  I'll just blame it on Roo for my lack of gumption the past few months:)

I love what these pictures capture for our family: cuddles with sleepy babies, the sheer delight in hunting for Easter eggs, how my brother is one big kid (which I love), and that we all really enjoy being together.

Being about 17 weeks pregnant at the time, I was just beginning to show and cinched my belt up tight so that people could see my growing bump.  The thrill of what was in store for us became real that weekend when we were thrown into a house full of toddlers.  Crying, laughing, yelling, excited toddlers running around.  I had to take naps just watching them expend all that energy.

At one point, Wade and I looked at each other from across the room as the toddlers circled us.  I can't remember a time I could read Wade's mind better than in that moment: Can we really do this?

But then the older ones left, and we were left with the littlest who began playing quietly by herself.  One alone we can handle (or so we think now:)

We were learning a valuable lesson.  Embrace those crazy and energy-filled moments, because there will also be quiet times that will be fulfilling but also make you yearn for the excitable moments when you're all together again.

We watched the cousins play together that weekend and smiled knowing that our little one would soon be among them.  Chasing behind them, yelling at them to wait up, and getting big hugs from her older cousins.

It was a surreal moment and made me want to freeze everything as it was, just for a little while longer.

But it also made me want to speed up time to Easter 2016 when Roo is in these pictures, and we can look back and remember how things used to be, remark at how much has changed, and be thankful that some things, like our family, are still the same.

Monday, June 8, 2015


I've talked here before how I've been nervous about getting everything done before the baby makes her debut.  Top of the list to get done has been the nursery.  Previously, this room was my husband's haven.  A place for him to live out all those boyhood fantasies of having an entire room dedicated to video games.

So for years, he scoured Craigslist, Goodwills, and garage sales to bring home just about every game system and game from the 80s and 90s created.  I exaggerate, of course, but when I would walk in there, it would certainly seem that way to me.

So many games.

Seriously, how many games does one grown man need?

Well, I guess I shouldn't be talking since I've amassed quite the stockpile of fabric and felt.

I had been starting the conversation of moving his stuff out of the room months ago.  In his mind I have 3 months left, which equals 3 months to finish things.  Wrong-o, buddy!  We need to get things done now so that I can still move around and add the fun stuff before I can't get off the couch.

After trying to get me to put it off another weekend by saying I needed to rest (I'm not falling for that anymore), he moved everything out of the room and we painted it.  A nice blank slate.  Perfect for adding fun touches of color.

The below pictures are how the room looked before.

And now it looks like this...

This is a pretty grainy shot from my phone, but better pictures are coming as we start adding things to make it Roo's room.

I'm not a big fan of home improvement projects, but with every swish of white paint over the blue, I felt an overwhelming flood of emotion that we were making this our daughter's room.  It still seems strange to say that.

Now I'm entrenched in deciding on crib sheets and the color to paint a dresser that will be the changing table.  Sometimes I feel paralyzed by the choices, but my mom has been so patient and helped me narrow things down.  I don't want to jinx it, but I feel like we're fairly close to getting things finalized.

A big THANK YOU to my mom and dad for helping us paint, keeping us on track, and for putting up with sore backs.

I'm linking up today with Life of Meg!

Wednesday, May 20, 2015


Oh, man.  I'm behind in posting these pictures.  I'm already at 23 weeks, but I wanted to make sure I didn't lose sight of this special time.

How far along:  I was about 19 weeks when these pictures were taken, so I'm calling this the 18-20 week update.

Baby size:  Tomato

Maternity clothes:  I managed to squeeze into this yellow dress that just has a higher waistline.  The zipper didn't go up all the way in the back, so I added the shirt over it.  As I outgrow all my clothes, I find myself wondering if I'll ever be able to fit back into them.  I've been collecting for years, so it would be a pain to not be able to wear a lot of what's in my closet.  

Feeling:  I thought I was all the way through the morning sickness part, so I didn't take my B6 vitamin one night.  Honestly, I thought it was more of a placebo at this point.  Boy, was I wrong!  I threw up a bunch the next morning and have since taken that as a lesson to keep taking the pill.  I'm wondering now if I could stop since I feel a lot better, but am still a bit gun shy.

Cravings:  Breakfast food!  Bring on the scrambled eggs and hash browns!!  We've made quite a few trips to IHOP recently.  It's been the first meal in months where I felt really satisfied afterwards.  Do they put something special in their eggs?  I read somewhere that they put pancake batter in there, because other eggs do not compare.  At least I'm getting some protein since big hunks of meat still turn my stomach.

Random Thoughts:  During this time, we went in for our mid-pregnancy ultrasound.  I was so sure we were having a boy that I was just waiting for the tech to say "boy!" at any minute.  When she got to the right spot, she asked if we were sure we wanted to know the gender.  We said yes, and our mouths about dropped to the floor when she said she was 99.99999% positive it is a GIRL!!  Read all about it here.  The most important thing to us, though, was that our little babe was healthy.  The tech found a small cyst that she said not to worry about and that would most likely go away, but that we needed to go in for another ultrasound the next week.  Even though she said not to worry and the doctor said the same thing, I vacillated between being rational that everything would be fine and very worried.  We went in the next week for the ultrasound, and the cyst was already gone.  Thank goodness!  We felt extremely relieved and thankful that everything looked good and healthy.  I guess the worrying is already starting.  I find myself constantly worrying if she's moving enough, if I'm eating enough vegetables, if some crazy lady pushing on my stomach caused any harm, etc.  I suspect this constant worrying will only intensify once she's actually here, and I have to worry about keeping her safe outside of me.  Geez, Mom!  It really makes me sorry that I would always forget to call you when I got back to college that I was there safe!!  I don't think I could have understood your level of worry until now:) 

Tuesday, May 12, 2015


My friend Kate and I had been talking about meeting up for a girl's weekend for a while.  Living far away from one of your closest friends is hard and with my impending delivery from Mr. Stork approaching, we wanted to make sure we had a fun weekend of good times and uncontrollable laughter. 

So we both hopped on planes in our respective cities and met in sunny San Diego the other weekend.  I always wonder what it will be like when we see each other after such long periods of time.  Being able to talk on the phone is great, but it pales in comparison to being together in person and being able to know what she's thinking just by a look.  Will she have changed?  Will I have changed?  Within an instant of her finding me in the baggage claim, I realized, "Nope!"  I'm still the same girl who gets way too carried away buying souvenirs and she is the same sweet person who always knows just what to say to make me laugh or feel heard.

We started our trip in Old Town with our favorite libation--margaritas (virgin for me).  Luckily they had frozen ones, because we had to spend a ridiculous amount of time on our last trip together to San Francisco finding a frozen margarita.  And even then it was at some juice bar instead of a Mexican restaurant.  Anyways, I got burnt within 30 minutes of our trip since my skin is pasty from not seeing the sun for months and then, true to form, I bought WAY too many sombreros and Mexican textiles. 

It was the next best thing than actually heading into Mexico.  But I really felt the quality of those mini sombreros was superb.  I also bought two embroidered tops--one for me and one for baby for us to wear next summer.  I figure I have about a year to dress her up in all the ridiculous outfits I want before she starts realizing what is happening and protesting. 

After that, we blasted "California Gurls" on the stereo and headed up the coast to one of the smaller beach communities outside of San Diego.  I'm so glad we did, because it was exactly what I thought of when I pictured southern California in my mind.  Cute surfer towns with loads of charm.  We booked our place through VRBO and that was the way to go!  For less than the price of a hotel, we got a whole apartment that was decked out in midcentury modern d├ęcor. 

The next few days were filled with visits to the beach, other cute beach towns, fun shops, and delicious food.  It was way too cold to swim, but it was wonderful to see the water.  For the past few years, I've had a yearning to see the ocean, where the sea meets the sky.  My horizon in Kansas is tree lined, so I never feel like I see the sun dipping below my side of the world.  The only bummer of the trip was that we never got a good view of the sunset.  It was cloudy each of the nights we tried.  There's something so romantic about the sun slipping away into someone else's horizon.  Guess that just means I'll have to head back to the beach sometime soon.

We also got to meet up with my long time blogger pal, Devon!  It was a blast seeing her in person and getting to experience her San Diego first hand.  Her pictures are always beautiful, but in person everything is even better.  She and her husband are so sweet and wonderful!  Kate and I may still be suffering from decorator's envy.  Seriously, Devon--you need to come decorate our places:)

The time went by way too fast.  It was simply the best being able to hang out with Kate and talk and laugh...a lot.  I haven't laughed that much in a long time, and it was definitely good for the soul.  It made me feel so fortunate to have her in my life.  Someone who knows me from way back when and shares in so many of my favorite stories, as well as someone who still gets me now and loves me in spite of all my crazy quirks. 

In other words, she's a pretty big whoop:)

After my flight getting rerouted due to weather, I was happy to make it home.  I did manage to fit in a souvenir for Wade, too.  And I know Mr. Maisy sure loves his new sombrero!  Even if he did try to bite it off his head and looks so forlorn in the pictures.  He just has a hard time showing his true emotions:)