Oct 10, 2014

And baby makes 5!

Should we or shouldn’t we. That seemed to be the question for the past two years. I had an aching for baby #3 and thought the desire would quickly pass. I regularly teased Paul saying I really wanted a third, but deep down it made me a bit (okay, a lot) nervous. Were we ready for another? How would that impact our lives? We’d need a bigger car, that’s for sure. We’d also need all new baby gear because we donated all of ours before our move last year. Yes, it’s sounds scary, but I also know that with all the added craziness would be just that much more love to go around. I prayed and prayed over it and asked God to give me peace either way. We had finally agreed that we were content with our family of four. We had a girl and we had a boy; both were healthy; and we were accustomed to life with two adults and two children.

Well, come July and there I was with no period for three months after some complications with my Mirana IUD. At the beginning of July I took a test and was trying to soak in every detail – how I felt driving to the store to buy the test; how I felt waiting for the test results; what I would tell Paul if it were positive. And then, it was negative. I was somewhat relieved, but truly bummed. After that I prayed to God many nights asking that I would be at peace with what he has planned for my life and I just left it in His hands. If we are meant to expand our family then it would happen and if not then I would be okay with that too.

On July 31st I had a follow up appointment with my gyno to check in on the issues I was having in April/May. Since I still had not had a period they had me take a pregnancy test “just to be safe” as the nurse put it. Well, folks, I. Am. Pregnant. Holy CRAP! I am pregnant!!!

How will I tell Paul? What will his reaction be? When am I due? Is this for real? What about those few glasses of wine and mojitos over the past couple months? And what about prenatal vitamins? Oh my gosh, I have a third miracle growing inside me!!!

Little did I know that the pregnancy test I took in early July was a false negative because I was already 6 weeks pregnant at the end of July. This was a completely different experience than our first two pregnancies, to say the least. It was torture having to wait to find out how far along I really was and that it was actually a vital pregnancy. We praise the Lord for this little blessing and are counting down the days until we get to meet this baby! March 2015 can't get here soon enough!

Sep 28, 2014

Well, hello there 30!

It amazes me that today I turned 30. Whoa, 30! As much as it is crazy to think I’m no longer in my 20’s it also feels completely right. It’s kind of strange actually – some days I feel like I’m still 21, but I am quickly snapped back to reality when I talk with an actual 21 year old for any extended period of time. Other days it seems like I’ve been in my 30’s for a couple years. Maybe it’s due to the fact that most of my girlfriends that are in the same stage of life as me passed the 30 mark a few years ago.

Regardless, I’m thrilled to start this journey into a new decade. To me, thirty is the perfect age and I have a feeling these next years ahead are going to be just as great as the past 10! Reflecting back on my 20’s it’s hard to believe how much my life changed. While the blessings sure outweighed the heartache it’s still hard not to be completely in awe of how much occurred in just ten short years. I went from being a crazy college girl to finding the guy of my dreams; became a wife; bought our first home; began in the position that started to shape my career; had two perfect babies; bought our second home; and shortly thereafter moved across the state for a new job which lead to the purchasing of our third home (yikes!).    


I did not expect to be celebrating my 30th birthday with a new little miracle growing inside me. Oh yeah, for those who didn’t know, our third and last baby is due end of March 2015 (more on that soon)! I assumed I would be having a wild celebration (maybe in Vegas) surrounded by my family and friends, but I guess I’ll have to save that for my 35th or 40th birthday. I wouldn’t have it any other way though. For this, my thirtieth birthday, I am perfectly content and truly happy – and for that I am very thankful. I’ll be perfectly happy with a simple celebration with my sweet family (with cake and ice cream of course) and an early bedtime. I am just in awe of the blessings up to this point in my life and I already know my thirtieth year is going to be a wonderfully exciting ride! Cheers to thirty!

Jun 15, 2014

Dad: A son’s first hero. A daughter’s first love.

My earliest memories of my dad are of him carrying me around on his shoulders. He would hum a little song as I bounced up and down. I remember feeling like that was the safest place on earth - up there on my daddy’s shoulders. Then there were the days we would play basketball in our living room with laundry baskets and a ball of rolled up socks. I was always on my dad’s team and he would hold my brothers back so I could score. I felt like I could do and accomplish anything. To this day he still makes me feel completely safe and capable of anything. He was my first love and forever holds such a special place in my heart. No one will ever compare to my dad.

 

I am who I am today because of his love and guidance. He taught me the importance of treating each and every person with kindness and compassion, the importance of education, the importance of perseverance and hard work, the importance of dedication and self-sacrifice, the importance of having a good sense of humor, the importance of having a good time with and loving your family and so much more. Watching him develop such a strong bond with my kiddos is bar none one of the best feelings ever. We are so blessed to have him as our dad and grandpa!

 There’s nothing that fills my heart more than getting to see my daughter develop a relationship with her daddy just as I did with mine. Experiencing, firsthand, the lifelong impact a dad has on his daughter makes it just that much more special. I couldn’t have picked a better daddy for my sweet girl. Paul is patient, compassionate, sensitive, supportive, competitive, hands-on and rough with her. His love and guidance is shaping the woman she will be someday and I just love how seriously he takes his role just as my dad did with me.

 So, today I honor these two extra special men I have in my life and say THANK YOU for making me the woman I am today. You mean more to me than you will ever comprehend. I hope you felt just a glimpse of how special you are today. I love you!







**  This does not take away from all the other wonderful fathers in my life – my Papa, my father-in-law, my brother, Tim, my uncles and cousins… all of you are so important and are amazing examples of what a dad should be to his children and family. But today the spotlight is on these two. ;-)  **

May 20, 2014

Family Photos

We spent the day before Mother's Day with my Mama. Before heading to lunch we took a the opportunity to do a quick little photo shoot. It was nice and overcast which is perfect for pictures, but for some reason it was awfully bright so we had a hard time getting pictures where all of our eyes were open, but we did get a few. 

 

Skipping rocks with daddy. 

 Mama's girl! We're silly!

And here is what we really look like 99.9% of the time when we are trying to get a family picture taken.

My sweet boy!

 

We had to sneak Grandma in for a picture too!





Such a great way to spend Mother's Day. We met up with my dad for dinner later in the evening once he was done with his conference and couldn't have asked for a better time!

Jan 21, 2014

Bandwagon-er. And proud of it!

I’m okay with admitting that I have jumped on the bandwagon. You see, I’ve never really been into football and don’t foresee that changing. BUT I do love getting together with family and friends; eating ooey-gooey dips and chips; drinking refreshing beverages; coordinating my outfit with the rest of the people I’m with; having a rowdy good time; watching unbelievable skill and talent while supporting a team with pride; and all the competitiveness that goes along with it all. Especially if that team is winning. I may not love the very game of football, but I love everything that is associated with it. Does that make me a football fan? Maybe.

I love it when we win, but am not bummed for days after if we lose. I get nervous when the game is close and even scream at the TV every now and then, but I really could careless who wins. It’s a game after all, isn’t it? I understand people are passionate and it’s fun to have something you love and care so much about, but really, people? REALLY? I couldn’t believe the actions and words of people leading up to, during, and following the game on Sunday. You know, the one game that everyone and their dog is talking about – the Seahawks beat the 49-ers. {WHOOP! WHOOP! – See it’s fun when you’re rooting for the winning team.} It’s a GAME people!

And more than a game, it’s a business. An athlete knows he’ll make headlines and be the talk of the country if he says something controversial; if he goes crazy on poor Erin Andrews – but really, who asks those questions just minutes after a game winning play that takes you to the Super Bowl anyways?! But I digress.

I love seeing how a football team can bring a whole city, and even state, together. The Seahawks have not always been good {like all other teams} and, I have to be honest, I didn’t care one lick about them growing up or until I met my main squeeze. They weren’t good. Why would I care? But now they are good and it’s fun to watch them and get together and cheer for our state’s team. I even bought my first Seahawks shirt a few weeks back {at full price} because, let’s be honest, my Goodwill find from freshman year just wasn’t cutting it. Is it really that bad that I {along with so many others} are jumping on the bandwagon? What does it hurt? Personally I think it’s pretty impressive to see a team bring a city, surrounding areas, and ultimately state together for a common good. Now let’s just represent Washington for what we truly are. Let’s put that passion towards something good. Because at the end of the day, does it really matter who wins the Super Bowl? 

P.S. To those yucky fans who give {you fill in the team name here} a bad reputation: Don’t ruin it for the rest of us by being complete jerks! K, thanks!

P.P.S. Raise your hand if you’re a female who supports a sports team because:

a. your dad did/does
b. your ex-boyfriend/boyfriend/fiancé/husband does
c. You thought/think one of the players is sexy  

Okay, thank you. Case closed.


CHOO-CHOO!!! 
GO HAWKS!!!