Thursday, March 26, 2015

1 month with sadie.

We're one month in. One month has passed since we welcomed sweet Sadie into our family. Into our lives. Because there's not one second of life that goes by that doesn't have at least one of us completely consumed by this itty bitty person.

We're still living in the fog of newborn demands around the clock. I have a tendancy to hole up for a couple of weeks upon a baby arrival. And even though I've resurfaced, I'm still just treading it feels. But I wanted to at least share some photos from our first month as a family of 5.

See? 5 of us.

We brought home a teeny sleepy little bundle. 

And Grandpa came to meet his granddaughter.

We put a bow on her, and eased into the world of girl.

She opened her eyes, and we're all getting acquainted. 

We're navigating through this new family dynamic. The kind where children outnumber the adults. Where there's only 1 mommy, and a newborn whose life depends on being literally attached to me, and a 19 month old who thinks his life depends on being attached to me. Navigating the tears. The brand new baby ones, the "abandoned" toddler ones, and mine, too. Where I find myself carrying a toddler on one hip, and a baby in my other arm to avoid at least 2 of the aforementioned persons' tears. Where the diaper genie pail is filled on what seems like a daily basis, the laundry, dust, and other household chores are neglected, and more often than I'd like, so is my eldest child. (But that's where my handy dandy husband comes in.) And the interrupted sleep cycle should go without saying. But it's getting easier. As it always does. And I hope a more regular blog presence will arrive in the future thanks to a continued trend of adjusting to a new normal - one that gets a little more manageable with time.

But do you know what else happens during those foggy newborn days? Cuddles and snuggles and smooching newborn cheeks and necks and fingers and mouths and inhaling that sweet baby smell as they snooze on your chest. Ohhhh my heart.
And our whole family has fallen so in love with this little peanut. Her big brothers have loved her, each in their own ways. Brooks loves to play alongside, always lingering near the "bebe." 
He's also been notorious for bringing things to her. Whether it's a belonging of hers that he's found or toys to incorporate her into his play, she is adorned with stuff by her littlest big brother on a daily basis. If I leave her unattended with him for any period of time, I return to little sister who doesn't mind her halo of toy dishes, blanket of hot wheels, or socks on her mouth and eye one bit.
Owen loves her so affectionately. He often asks to hold her, and smothers her in kisses, which is not something his daddy or I are ever on the receiving end for. He seems to have a special little place in his heart for his baby sister. He overflows with pride, and couldn't wait to show her to his friends at school. He returns home and asks for her immediately because he missed her that day. 
He is usually the one responsible for her wearing a bow, and wants to be in charge of picking it out each day. And he's a helper. He takes charge of pushing the stroller during school drop-off and pick-up. In the photo below,  I had even offered to carry his bags, but he insisted he carry them so that I "could carry Brooksy 'cause he's kinda busy."
Yep, we're doing life with this new little lady. We've had visitors. Gentlemen callers. And have gone on walks. Taken baths. Baked cookies. Sat outside on our porch. Danced, napped, rocked, participated in tummy time, and pooped for a straight week without stop. And by God's grace, we've even loaded up the Acadia and gone places. And we're doing it more often.. both voluntarily and involuntarily. (Because if I had it my way, I would not be leaving the house before 8am with 3 children.) To church, to school, to Nana & Papa's, doctor's appointments, kindergarten roundup (just.. don't.), a school music program, the park, the clinic, miscellaneous errands, to mommy's beloved Target on multiple occasions.. and the Starbucks drive-thru, also on multiple occasions.

It's been a whirlwind. It's been an adventure. An emotional whirlwind, new and sweet adventure that's been really difficult yet full of so much joy.

We've made it. A whole month.

With pink in our house. Ahem.


Wednesday, March 4, 2015

meet sadie.

A little lady surprised us [yet again] with an early arrival last week. A teeny and vocal little girl has already shown us just how much love our hearts are capable of. Proud to introduce our sweet little bundle, miss Sadie Elizabeth, born February 23rd at 3:33PM.


Sunday, February 22, 2015

my weekend in photos.

Colby left Friday morning for Topeka for the Boys State Swim competition. It was up to the boys to be helpful to momma while Daddy was away. As you can see, toddlers are super helpful.

I was under strict orders to keep my legs crossed while Colby was out of town. Kirkwood didn't get the memo and tried performing a c-section to meet his baby sister. Ouch!

Owen left Saturday morning with Papa and Uncle Drooper to go cheer on his Lancers. Swim meet selfie!

I chilled at home with this one for the day. He was on his best behavior and took an amazing nap. It was much appreciated!

And to make the day even better, it was an underdog WIN for the Lancers, taking #1 at State Finals! Colby loves coaching these boys so much, and regardless of the outcome is always so proud of them. What a fun way to end the season.

The 3 coaches jumped in, too. So happy for Colby and the team.. but am extra happy this year to have it come to an end to have Colby home more! 

 Sunday morning sillies.

The springer spaniel took first in the sporting breed in the Westminster dog show!

All I can think about is chocolate these last few days. So, some extra big and amazing chocolate chip cookies with sea salt were on my Sunday agenda. Dream

 Do you think babies get a sense about these things? My non-snuggly baby was overly generous with snuggles yesterday. His days as the baby of the family are numbered, so I didn't mind one bit.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Brookszilla - 18 months

We call him Brookszilla.

At 18 months, this little boy is busy. I don't know if I've just forgotten what this age was like for Owen, or if Brooks' personality truly differs that much from Owen at this age, but I'm amazed at the amount of trouble he can find in the blink of an eye.

We had a morning that I was running around the house trying to get the 3 of us out the door for school and work. I was interrupted countless times yanking Brooks from disaster after disaster that he would create in the matter of seconds. I couldn't keep up with the tornado that was ripping through my house. So in order to finish getting the pizza dough ingredients into the bread machine, I loaded him into the car, strapped him in his carseat, then came back inside to finish my business. Not to worry, I left the door open so he was within earshot.


He's turned into quite the momma's boy through and through. And he wants to be "up" (held) all.the.time. But mostly when I'm trying to get dinner ready or tidying around the house after school. And doing either of those things one-handed isn't ideal. I'm certain I've become an unhealthy addiction for him.

But boy is he cute. We all love him so much. His personality is blossoming by the day, and he's really quite a content and happy-go-lucky little guy.


He has transitioned from an in-home daycare to "school" now that he's walking.  As of the end of November, he's officially mobile by foot. The knees of his pants appreciate the break. And watching a liberated toddler walk is just the cutest. New situations are definitely scary to him, but after a couple of weeks (and then another couple again after Christmas break) he was good to go. And I have to say, I'm loving a more structured and learning-based environment for him.

He adores his big brother. I'm told on a weekly basis about how much he lights up with Owen stops by his classroom during the day. The teachers really marvel and make it a point to let me know how delighted he is to see him every single time. He definitely tries to mimic much of what his brother does, as well as genuinely enjoying being in his company [most of the time].


He loves his play kitchen, toy cars, and [Owen's] marble set. The one and only television show that has just now caught his attention is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and he loves it a lot. (Though, he only really sits for the introduction song or the hot dog song.) He detests blankets and hats - which is inconvenient for the winter months. (Unless it's his muslin blankets which serve as his "lovey" at bedtime - and in which case we can't go without.)


He's not much of an eater. We hit a period of time where he'll surprise us for a couple of weeks, then we're right back to a guessing game of what food Brooks isn't going to throw on the floor, across the table, etc. Unless it's fruit snacks. His favorite big brother thought it would be nice to open a pack of those one day for him.. he's been bringing us fruit snacks from our cabinet ever since.


He likes books - mostly the kind with pictures that he can point to things to identify. Or anything with animals. He's learned to make a noise for a pig, sheep, horse, and cow - though rarely do they seem to be identified with the correct animal. He loves to put on his shoes. And also loves to take them off during nearly every drive. (Which is fun with a pregnant belly to climb over carseats to try to locate wherever he's thrown them.)

Cuddling isn't his style, but loves to be carried around - involved in whatever we're doing. He's a great sleeper - both at nap time and bedtime - and does so with no objections. He's finally sporting some hair, which he can identify along with his eyes, nose, mouth, belly, feet, etc.

A glimpse into our 18 month-old's vocabulary, though his most beloved word is "no.":
badoo: balloon
ohhhwaaa: Owen (said in the most mumbly/nasaly voice)
mo-mo: milk
schee da: see ya
nana: banana
ah doe?: where'd it/he/she go?
wow wow wow: round and round, referencing the Wheels on the Bus song
ah dah dah: Hot dog dog, referencing either Mickey Mouse or the Hot Dog song from Mickey Mouse.
up: open or up, depending on its context. ;-)


Love that little boy affectionately known as Brooksy! It's so much fun to watch you grow, little buddy.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

2014 year-end videos.

Here we are with our 2014 year-end videos (albeit, once again late).

It was a feat to get Brooks to stay in front of the camera for any given period of time, as he wanted to come get on my lap to watch the screen and push buttons as soon as I would get it out. So here's our abbreviated video with Brooks.



And our much lengthier interview with Owen. (He was totally loving it.)



Check out last year's videos, too!