Monday, August 25, 2014

catching up

These past seven weeks have been a whirlwind and a blur, but somehow it seems this little girl has been a part of our family for all of eternity now.  Currently, we're enjoying some lovely cabin R&R with my family {oh how that grandma and those sisters of mine love to snatch up baby girl}, giving me the beautiful luxury of the use of both of my hands simultaneously.  holy. toledo.  sitting down.  in a chair.  at my computer. NOT swaying back and forth.  focusing on one thing for more than two minutes.  frickin' miraculous I tell ya.  And so, before this magical moment ends, a quick catch up:


Miss Cora is the sweetest little thing in this whole wide world {in my completely unbiased opinion}.  Such a content baby who truly only cries when hungry or tired.  And hallelujah my friends, she is a champ at sleeping!  Jon and I figure that we must have paid our sleeping dues last time around and earned ourselves a good sleeper this time.  Just this past week, she's begun to perfect her absolutely heart melting smiles and coos that keep her daddy, brother, and I wrapped around her tiny perfect fingers.


Mr. Sam,  aka the best and sweetest big brother in this whole wide world {also in my completely unbiased opinion}, has taken on the role of 'brother' like a champ.  Frequently asking to 'pet baby sister' and has an unlimited supply of hugs and kisses for 'Cowa Gwace'.  Another important role continues to be Assesser of All Poopy Diapers, a very important role indeed.  He has grown in leaps and bounds in his independence these past few weeks and takes so much pride in being Mommy's big helper.  Golly, that boy, I didn't think it was possible to love him any more than I already did, and that little fella', well he proved me wrong.

This mama manages to shower 2-3 times per week and due to this has become fast friends with my bottle of dry shampoo.  Most meals are eaten standing up and while trying to tidy up the living room/sweeping the kitchen floor/folding laundry/{insert any household chore here} during the two minutes Miss C tolerates sitting in her swing.  The majority of my time is spent feeding and cuddling my sweet girl on the living room couch while reading library books to my big boy.  Upon recently purchasing my first one piece suit since the age of 12 {seriously, this ol' belly has not been as ambitious in reclaiming it's former glory this second time around}, I had 'be kind to yourself, be kind...' on repeat in my head as walked into the dressing room.  I was mostly successful.

As for Jon, he is officially in his fourth and final year of medical school {!!!!} and as of Friday afternoon, has a full month off.  And so... drum roll please.... we will be taking advantage of our overlapping breaks from work and school to go on a cross country road trip to scope out some potential residency locations.  Be on the lookout for a couple of overzealous parents with a backseat full of crying kids in the neighborhood near you! ;)

p.s.  We also celebrated out 8th wedding anniversary earlier this month with a romantic stay-at-home date filled with roses, schmancy desserts and bubbly...


and a baby who didn't think it was her bedtime quite yet :)



Monday, July 21, 2014

welcome little one


Cora Grace
Arrived 7/7/14 at 7:50 pm
7.0 lbs 19.5 inches
<3 <3 <3

**According to Sam**
-"She's just like a diamond"
-"She's a beauty"
-She said her first word the same evening she was born, which was "grass".
-It is necessary for him to assess her poo at each diaper change.
-He brought a bag of microwave popcorn to the hospital to share with her the night of her birth.
-He insists she will not learn about princesses--super heroes only.

Friday, June 13, 2014

a waiting game


I was perfectly content waiting until July.  It is right around the corner after all.  And even as the every day aches and pain continue to grow and the waddling worsens, I was happy knowing that we had this time.  This one last time as a family of three.  This one last time to sleep until 8:00 a.m..  This one last time to get everything in it's place.  This one last time of calm before the postpartum storm.

And then Monday happened.  Something jostled me from my sleep at 2:00 a.m.  Probably have to pee, again, I thought.  But no, even only half awake, I realized this was different.  A contraction.  And another and another and another.  All consistently 15-20 minutes apart.  Uncomfortable but not terribly so.  And they just kept rolling in.  For hours.  I laid in bed, keeping track, trying not to wake Jon.  When the doctor's office opened later that morning, I called in to report the situation.  At only 35 and 1/2 weeks I was slightly worried that this was too early.  My doctor didn't seem to share the same concern and told me that if it progressed, to head on in to the hospital.

My apprehension quickly turned to excitement.  And I suddenly didn't care that baby girl's clothes were still not stashed neatly in her dresser drawers.  Or that half of the baby equipment still remained covered in dust in the shadows of the storage room.  Or that I still had plans to buy some new pajama pants, as to not be "that mom" in the frumpy old sweatpants at the hospital.  Or that Jon may still have some very important studying to be completed prior to his very important test which happens to be scheduled only one week before the due date.  Because suddenly, all I could think about was finally meeting her. Seeing her sweet little face, holding her in my arms and welcoming her to this big ol' world, I could think of nothing I would rather do.

But then, 8 hours after they began, the contractions began to decrease and become increasingly irregular.  And Jon sighed with relief.  And I did too, but only a little.

Even though I still have 4 weeks before baby is officially done cookin', I can't help but feel that I've been jipped.  Sounds silly, I know.  Blame it on the hormones ;).

It's just a matter of time now, a waiting game.

Friday, May 30, 2014

beauty advice {from a 5 year old}


"Did you paint your eyelashes again?
"Yes."
"With that tiny brush?"
"Yep."
"Oh.  Your eyes look pretty painted."
"Thank you."
"I wish you'd paint them a different color sometime, like red... instead of black all the time."

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

the progression of brotherly love & a few images from last month

It seems that I may have taken an unintentional month long hiatus from this ol' blog.   No worries, baby and I are healthy and growing bigger by the day {yes, both of us...}.  I think part of the absence may have been due to the fact that life has been a little off around here the past couple of months.  Jon's been MIA due to a particularly demanding rotation {i.e. 12+ hour days 6 days a week, poor fella'} while I've simultaneously been going through the exhaustion phase of the third trimester.  Seriously, if there were a nap taking competition, I'm pretty sure I would take the gold.  But now with only about 6 weeks left 'til D-day, I can feel my energy beginning to come back along with the realization that I only have 6 weeks to finish getting ready for this babe's arrival.  Oh my, so much to do!

Sam's been doing his own emotional preparations for baby sister's arrival as well.  Up through a week ago, I was feeling a bit worried about how he has been internalizing the way his life will change, but just within the past several days, it seems that he may finally be turning the corner.

1 month ago:  As I was changing my shirt, he looked at my belly and informed me, "I liked you better when you weren't so puffy."

3 weeks ago:  During night prayers, he put in a special request to the Big Man that baby come out a boy.

2 weeks ago:  He proposed this offer to a friend of ours who recently had a baby boy, "Can we borrow your baby? Because then we could have your baby and you could have our baby."

1 week ago:  "Well, one thing baby sister is good for is that she can be Catwoman for Halloween and I'll be Batman."

4 days ago:  "Why does everyone think Queen Frostine {from Candyland} is so beautiful?  I think baby sister is beautiful."


Sunday, April 27, 2014

a seven month bump


dress: H&M (not maternity),clutch: Kohls, wedges: Franco Sarto

We've been moving right along and a little over a week ago officially entered the third trimester.  This pregnancy has just been flying by so much faster than my first.  Maybe it's because I have a five year old to keep me preoccupied this time, maybe it's due to having been through this experience before and therefore tend to be less focused on the day to day progression, but regardless, here we are, suddenly in the final leg of the race.  I've enjoyed watching this belly grow and Sam is quite impressed by my outie.

Perhaps I just don't remember from last time, but holy shamoly--she is one busy bee in there!  The other morning I awoke at 4:00 AM to baby working on her morning calisthenics.  She also enjoys keeping her tiny bum snuggly pushed against my right rib cage, making it nearly impossible to even bend over to tie my shoes.  Needless to say, things are looking quite graceful around here lately. ;)


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

the day superman taught me how rich we truly are


{Pictures from a totally unrelated but beautiful afternoon recently spent at Champoeg State Park}

I was standing at the sink, doing dishes, and Sam was running around the kitchen in his Superman costume.  He was rambling on {per usual} about this & that as I nodded my head, adding in the occasional "mmhmm" as my mind wandered.

"We are?" he asked, his tone was seeking confirmation on a question that I had just apparently unknowingly answered.

"Are we what?" I asked.

"Rich."

I chuckled.  "Oh, no.  We're not rich," I quickly answered.   Silly boy.  Don't you know that our soon to be family of four lives in a two bedroom townhouse?  That we drive two used cars, both of which are nearly 10 years old.  That our student loans currently far outweigh our assets and only continue to grow.  Oh, no.  We are not rich.

"We're not??" he asked with a look of surprise on his face.  "But look at all this food in your pantry.  We don't have that much food back on my planet," he stated, falling back into his Superman alter ego.

His simple observation stopped me dead in my tracks.  While he spoke of Krypton, a fictitious world, I couldn't help but think that those same words could accurately come from the lips of the majority of people on our planet.

My pantry shelves are a constant menace due to the cereal boxes always creeping into the cracker-designated-zone, and the way the pastas and rice just can't seem to help themselves from spilling over into the canned goods space.  You see, those shelves are always overflowing with food.  We always have enough to eat.  Never do I worry that I won't be able to relieve my child's tiniest twinge of hunger.  But it doesn't stop there...

Silly Christine, don't you know that our family lives in a lovely, warm, safe, two bedroom townhouse?  {My, how quickly you have forgotten the family of six in Honduras that shares a single hammock each night, strung across the dirt floor of their one room home.}  Don't you know that you have two, count them, TWO, reliable, comfortable cars by which you can transport your family?  Don't you know that you and your husband have had the opportunity to live in a country where you can choose your future, where you can borrow money to invest in your education?  Don't you know that you are infinitely richer than the majority of the world?  Don't you know that you shouldn't get too caught up in your first world problems or the first world's definition of richness and wealth {and this is not even touching on the non-monetary aspects of richness}?  Silly Christine, can't you see?

"Oh.  Yes, I guess we are rich."

And with that, he smiled at me, having gotten the answer that he already knew, and scampered off into the living room, his red cape whipping at his ankles.