Friday, January 29, 2010

Work It.

Disclaimer: I promise, I am not making fun of you, mom, dad, and Grandpa.  I just can't help myself though.  These pictures are classic.

I just feel like those glasses look like censor strips.  You guys look great, though, really.  I just have to have these pictures for posterity's sake.

Love you guys!

Monday, January 25, 2010

Proof

I realize that I frequently anx (anx: v - to display an amount of anxiety over something) about Hallie's unwillingness to eat, and stay dressed.  However, I have recently captured these moments on camera as proof that, occasionally, she does find something that she likes, and then she definitely goes for it.


She was all dressed and ready for church that morning, when she decided that she needed to be "more" dressed, or something.  So, she helped herself to a few of mommy and daddy's things: Daddy's running socks on TOP of her tights, one of Mommy's tank tops (undershirts) and one of Mommy's bras.  You look great, Kid.  (note: we did take off the "extra" articles of clothing before actually going to church.)


And in the spirit of honesty I have to admit that if we have a dish with pasta or rice she will eat more than I do.  You look great, Hallie.

There, I've cleared the air.  I can think of myself as an honorable person again.

Friday, January 22, 2010

It's Time.


This was taken on Hallie's birthday, two weeks before Hanna's due date.
I am putting this photo on here for those who requested a picture of my belly... this is the best I can do.

So that was on Hallie's birthday, I thought I'd have two weeks to go, and I was really uncomfortable, but whatareya gonna do?  Then a week ago Wednesday, when I thought I still had a week to go, I woke up and thought it would be an average day.  Hallie slept in, so I got to sleep in (7:30 a.m. DELICIOUS.)  We were having the missionaries over for dinner, so I spent the morning chopping veggies and getting it all into the crock pot.  Then I spent the rest of the day hobbling around behind Hallie trying to keep the house in as little chaos as possible, since Devin's mom would be coming two days later.  I clearly wasn't thinking much about baby coming yet, although my hips were killing me and it had occurred to me that that could be caused  by the hormone that tells your body to get ready for baby to come... but I had a lot to do that day, and baby was not scheduled for another week, so we kept going.  I spent some time getting all the paperwork in order for closing on the house (insurance, loans, property agreements, blah blah blah), and then around 3 I started making the focaccia bread for dinner that night.  That's when the contractions hit.  Hard.  So, I just worked around those and Hallie, and everything was smooth sailing.  I called the missionaries to see when they would be coming over because I hadn't heard from them yet, and they asked if they could postpone because one of them was sick.  I said that was fine with me.  (Devin said I was crazy, because I was not calling to cancel, but to see when they were coming.  Well, honestly, it never occured to me to cancel.)

Devin came home from work at 4 so we could go to the bank to get a Power of Attorney notarized (more house stuff).  I mentioned to him that I had been having contractions, that they were about eight minutes apart lasting about forty five seconds.  We thought that sounded ok so off we went.  At the bank the notary yelled at me when I couldn't sign because I was having a contraction (yeah at this point it was hard to walk too, but I tried to hide that), and then the tellers all got involved, and so I received quite a bit of attention.  We decided we'd take their advice, sort of, (they said I had to go straight to the hospital, and not stop at GO.) and we called the doctor's office.  When the nurse heard I was having contractions about six minutes apart lasting about a minute she said I could go in to the hospital any time I wanted.  I asked her if I had to, and she said I could go home and rest for a while if I felt up to it.  I said to Devin, "I want some of my bread before we go in. It won't taste the same tomorrow."

So we went home, baked my bread, served up the spaghetti, and ate a nice almost peaceful little dinner.  Then I sat on the couch while Devin ran around packing a bag for Hallie to go to a friend's house and making sure we had everything we needed that I hadn't already packed.  We dropped Hallie off, and drove to the hospital.  My contractions were now about three minutes apart, still lasting only a minute.  By the time we got to the hospital I could no longer walk, and I was shaking so badly that I was afraid they would think I was a junkie going through withdrawal.  They checked to see if I could be admitted and I was dilated to an eight, so off I went.  The nurses were relieved when they found out I didn't want an epidural, because apparently it was too late for me to have one anyway.

It took ten or so nurses to get an i.v. in my arm and I have five of the largest bruises on my arms to prove it.  I tried to wear a t-shirt the other day and the gasps from Devin and his mom convinced me that they were still to grotesque for public viewing and I am going to be in long sleeves for a while still I think.  I couldn't bend my left arm at all for a couple days.  But no worries, they did finally get one in, and it stayed in for about ten minutes before falling out.  They didn't try to put another one in because I was already pushing, and since Hanna came after three pushes it was a moot point.

She was born forty five minutes after I arrived at the hospital.  She was born four hours after the contractions started.

My bread was soooo delicious.  (The nurses asked what I was doing the whole afternoon instead of coming in, and they laughed at me when I said, "Making focaccia bread."  Well, it was the highlight of my day... until Hanna was born.


For comparison's sake, this is a picture of me when I was two months pregnant.  Raise your hand if you think I can ever look like that again. (Sigh.)

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Pictures of my Hanna




I have better pictures from today, but I don't have the camera cord so you'll have to wait for those.

I still can't really believe she's here, it all happened so fast!! But we're excited to have her, and we already love her so much.  Hallie could not stop kissing her, so I'm sure they will be bffe's. 
(Best Friends Foreva Eva! you have to say it in that voice.)

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Hi Baby Hanna!

Baby Hanna was born today at 7:40 PM. She was 8 lb. 5 oz. and 20 in. long. More details to come!

I Make Lists.

It's true. I find myself making lists all the time, and I have drawers full of notebooks where I keep them.  I don't make to-do lists, and when I do I never follow them.  I make lists of, for example, the songs I like that I want to put on a playlist, the temples I've been to, the places I'd like to go someday, and I really like making grocery lists.  I've made this following list a few times, and I'm going to put it in my blog because it's been on my mind a lot lately...

because I've also been packing boxes.  Just a few a day, since when I asked myself if it would be easier to pack at nine months pregnant or with a newborn and a toddler I couldn't come to any definitive answer I decided I better start.  That, and I'm starting to get the itch again.  The feeling where I know I'm leaving, and I know where I'm going, and I get anxious if I'm not actively making myself ready for it.  Well, with that long introduction, here is my list:

Places I've lived, and a bit of nostalgia as well:
Fairport, NY (Camden Ct) - was born
Fairport, NY (Old Post) - began elementary school
Grand Blanc, MI - learned to ride a bike
Cincinatti, OH - "learned" to speak Portuguese
Alphaville, Sao Paulo, Brasil - actually learned to speak Portuguese, and went through the hardest year of my life, to date (fifth grade)
Morumbi, Sao Paulo, Brasil - began to recover from fifth grade, and began the metamorphosis into who I am now, with help from friends (Christen, Daniella, HaYoon, Erika, Ivana)
Muncie, IN - met the people that would have a huge influence on the continuing metamorphosis (Hannah, Alison, Heather)
West Lafayette, IN (Duhme Hall)- began college, met a handful of other people that would have a huge impact on this long drawn out process of becoming "me"... (Stacy, Kristy, Jackie, Nicole, Alisha - among others)
West Lafayette, IN (the TH) - this was pretty much just a big old good time
Bar Harbor, MN - considering the short months we lived here, it had a pretty big impact on me, not even sure what to say about it.  GREAT summer  (to which I actually returned to the TH, so I won't write that one twice.)
West Lafayette, IN (5th St) - student teaching, got married, hypothyroidism, that's what I'll always remember from that funky little place
Keokuk, IA - endured the hottest, most humid summer of my life, pregnant, working at a Bed and Breakfast.
Homeless - we spent three weeks homeless, although it wasn't as bad as it sounds, we were taken in by a lovely couple we knew from church and lived in their basement until we left for
Doorn, Netherlands - the place that ruined me for American apples and strawberry jam.  AND I'm pretty sure this was the influencing factor in my attitude towards labor and delivery.  Dutch women are very relaxed about it and the majority have their babies at home with a midwife.  My friend who helped  me find a midwife for our time there didn't really even understand when I asked her how to get an ob/gyn.  Now, I do plan on having all my babies at the hospital, but honestly that has a lot more to do with the mess than wanting to be hooked up to needles and wires.
West Lafayette, IN (52 W) - stepped into the role of mother, at this point still pretty blissfully naive of what that meant
West Lafayette, IN (Easton Ln) - although we only lived here for a few months, I really liked it there. It was quiet, and I had a great neighbor
Peoria, IL - the place where for the first time in my life I was already a wife and mother when people met me, and it made me feel more like that's who I really was, rather than just a role I had stepped into.  I also really like it here, and am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that in six weeks or so I will be living in
Lincoln, NE - we'll just have to see

I don't usually list all of the individual West Lafayette places, but I did here because of the different things that happened in each.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Verdict

AND the verdict is...

I know that you have probably been agonizing for a while now over the question: Is Hallie the cutest, or isn't she? Well, it is a tricky one, I'll give you that.

My sister recently sent me a hundred or so pictures of Hallie when she was younger, ones that were taken by other members of the family that I didn't have, and among them I found the following. This should help you as you consider the answer to finally end the debate on whether or not Hallie has complete world domination in the arena of cuteness.
These were taken at my brother's house back in September, 2008 which makes Hallie about 9 months old.


The goldfish.


The rooster.


The kangaroo.

Ok, now I grant you the right to remain biased (loyal - whatever.) to your own child/grandchild/niece/nephew/neighbor's kid... because I KNOW that deep in your soul you are thinking to yourself, "Wow, she is one cute goldfish!  You just can't find that kind of goldfish-baby-cuteness in any old pond..." And that's enough for me.

P.S. also, I'm just joking.  But she is kinda cute, isn't she?

Oh yeah, and compare these practice Halloween costumes to how much she LOVED being in her "actual" Halloween costume: Chicken Costume

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

She's 2!

Warning: This post may very well only be interesting to me, and a grandparent or two.  Also, if you receive updates of my blog via email (that's you GG Boling and Poppa Homer) then you may not be able to see the video slideshows, so come to my actual blog if you do want to see them.)

Well, she isn't actually two until tomorrow, but I will have a lot going on then and I have nothing to do now, so I'll get it on here early.  We're not really doing anything for her birthday again this year (see the post on her birthday last year.  Yikes.)  Because I am still "sick" with whatever I got just before Christmas, and I am still quite pregnant.  We are having the missionaries and a neighbor over for dinner, and they will cheer for her as she opens presents I am sure.  Anyway, here's my little trip down memory lane with my baby:


Hallie as a newborn.



Hallie as a baby.



From baby to toddler.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Creepy...

I suppose it's no secret to anyone really that my mom and I can be a bit...silly when we're together.  Well when she was here visiting (quite a while ago, now it seems) we decided to try out the "night vision" setting on her camera.  Well I'll let you see for yourselves what "night vision" pictures come out looking like on my mom's camera, and if anyone can explain to me WHY you'd ever want to take a picture that turned out like this, please let me know.


First we thought the picture would turn out normal, because isn't that what "night vision" should do? Take a picture at night and make it look normal?  So, when we discovered what it had turned us into, we decided to make faces that were more, perhaps, appropriate for the lighting.




Ok, maybe we were just being silly.