Friday, July 29, 2011

From My Front Porch...

Central Texas has been in a severe drought. 

And you already know that it is HOT. 

So when we got a few showers recently, Kherington and I took the opportunity to play in the rain. 

We sang and danced and splashed in puddles... 'cause that's what fun Moms do!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

7 Months

And 1 week.

Yeah, so I'm not so "on-top" of things this time around.  Oh well.

I'm busy living!

Seven months have come and gone and sometime as I crept into my third trimester, all hell broke loose. All of a sudden everything got harder. And I mean EVERYTHING.

Now take my complaints lightly because I am still one of those annoying women who LOVE being pregnant.  I really do.  And I have it pretty easy.

But things are certainly tougher now.  I have intense back pain... every day.  I'd compare it to the pain after a c section, only I don't get the good drugs or the cute baby to dim the pain.  I don't even get ibuprofen. 

When the thermometer says 103 outside and this baby on board is my own personal furnace, I climb into my roasting car and turn on the seat warmers, just in case it helps my back.  But nothing really helps.

And it is harder to keep up with two jobs, running a household, and a busy toddler.  But I remind myself that millions of mothers have done it before me.  I still love it, I know it will be worth it, and I certainly don't want to rush it.  I don't know if this is my last pregnancy or not.  But just in case it is, I want to enjoy every single day, every single precious jab to the ribs/bladder/some internal organ that really kinda hurts.

So even if my back is excruciating for the next 70 extremely hot days, I'll be smiling.

I'm pregnant and I love it!


We had another appointment with the high risk doc last week to check on Hadley's growth.  She is doing great and is very active.  She is already over 3 pounds and 16 inches long! Doc says she has long legs... duh!

And I kid you not, she raised one eyebrow at us!  {something Kherington and I do to pester Daddy}  From the ultrasound images, I think she looks like her big sister.

All of Hadley's measurements point to a big baby for this point in time. {could be why I am 4-5 pounds ahead of where I was with Kherington at this point.  well, that or the pizza}

My placenta is still low and she is still breach. {which is NOT the most comfortable thing in the world!}  So it looks like the c section is a go.

I believe I only have to see the high risk doc once more.  Good news for the pocket book!

October 7th will be here before we know it.

We can't wait to meet you, Miss Hadley!

Monday, July 25, 2011

We all Scream for Ice Cream!

When I was growing up with a February birthday, I was slightly jealous of my brother's August birthday parties.  They were outside and usually involved swimming.  I remember one year his party was at Schlitterbahn Water Park and I was ENVIOUS.  {nevermind that I had a totally cool outdoor cowgirl party where we rode horses and ponies!}

Skip was in the same boat growing up.  So we decided that our daughter, with a "winter" birthday in January, should get a mini half-birthday celebration each summer.  Nothing big, just a special day devoted to her and summer-type activities. This year we all got ice cream!  {and brain freeze, and a sugar high!}





Happy half birthday to our little ice cream monster!

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Thursday, July 21, 2011

18 Months

A year and a half old! How did that happen?!  Kherington, you are a delight to be around and we are so proud of how quickly you are learning and growing.

At 18 months:

-You weigh 27 pounds; 78th percentile

-You are 32.5 inches tall; 75th percentile

-You have many new words, some of which include EYE, TICKLE-TICKLE, ORSH (orange), BAP! (baby), BOO (blue), NEIGH, MOO, BAFF (bath), APPLAH (apple), BUK (book), SIDE (slide), OHM! (Amen), HEP (help), DUCK, BIRD, FISHY, CHEESE, JUICE, POOP, PER (diaper), BLURP (blueberry)

-Your favorite words are "UP" and "BAP" and your favorite sign is "eat"

-You are taking swim classes and doing great

-You hate when you have to leave Sissy; Daddy calls it throwing a "sissyfit"

-You really, really, really like chicken nuggets. And ice cream. And cookies.

-You throw books at me all day long, saying "BUK!" and signing "please"

-You get a few OCD tendencies from Mommy

-You adore playing with the shape sorter

-You sleep 11-12 hours at night and nap 1.5-3 hours during the day

-You are curious about Mommy's body; you like to kiss the "BAP" in my belly

-You are envious of the neighbor's Little Tike foot-powered car

-You like to sit on the big girl potty, but no success yet

-You enjoy clomping around in Mommy & Daddy's big shoes

-You give eskimo kisses and fist bumps

-You get spooked by the sound of planes flying overhead

-You love your baby dolls... you feed them, read to them, bathe them, give them bottles, take them on walks, put them to bed, pat their backs, change their diapers, and put them in Hadley's baby furniture/accessories

-You mean the world to us!








How big are you?


SO Big!

*Vintage sofa was a gift from Sissy, and the backdrop was painted by Sissy!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Thursday, July 14, 2011

"6 lbs 11 oz, and OU Still Sucks!"

Today after my OB visit and the requisite nasty glucose test, we had some excitement.

We scheduled Hadley's delivery... October 7, 2011.

Right smack in the middle of OU weekend.

I have a feeling we will never again have sex in the month of January.

Let me explain...  We are die-hard Longhorn fans.  We have season tickets, we tailgate, we bleed burnt orange.  And every OU weekend, Skip's parents treat us to a family getaway in Dallas to attend the Texas v. Oklahoma football game.  It is a wonderful tradition and always fun.  Skip has only missed 2 or 3 years in his entire life... mostly from serving overseas.

I knew I wouldn't be able to attend this year.  But I was holding out hope that Skip could go with his family and then rush home with a victory to celebrate his daughter's birth.

But it seems life has different plans.  With Hadley's delivery on Friday, we will be watching the football game from the comfort of our hospital room.  {Just like Kherington and Daddy watched Longhorn basketball when she was born.}  But don't worry, we have Longhorn blankets, onesies, and hats for our sweet newborn. Plus "The Eyes of Texas" makes a fine lullaby... just ask Big Sister.

And I hope the rest of the Lietz clan will still go to the game.  Hadley will be waiting for hugs and kisses on Sunday or Monday!

The upside?  We have the actual date we should meet Baby Sister!  And... I had this gut feeling that I was going to go into labor over that weekend anyway, when everyone was gone.

But... I did sweet talk my doctor into putting us on waiting lists to deliver the 10th or 11th.

Is it wrong to hope someone goes into labor early?  And why did so many other couples celebrate Kherington's birthday?!

Waiting those few extra days to meet Hadley would be torture for me... but it would make her Daddy awfully happy... and 10/10/11 or 10/11/11 are cooler birthdates anyway.

So... unless things change...

and we have 2 OU tickets for sale...

Monday, July 11, 2011

The Rocking Chair

Dear Kherington,

For months I worried that weaning would mean the end of our special bond.  Especially our nighttime routine, just the two of us in a love embrace.

But you have been fully weaned a few weeks now, and I can't believe how smoothly it went.  You are such a big girl. You are still a Mama's girl, but every day you get more and more independent.

Even so, our nights are still special.

It is really special that sometimes Daddy can put you to bed now; I know he enjoys that.

But it is usually the two of us, and I cherish it.

We head to your room and as I try to wriggle you into pajamas, you say "BUK, BUK!" (book, book) with increasing intensity and excitement.

You climb in my lap, freshly bathed and smelling of Johnson's baby shampoo and Elmo toothpaste.

You hold your monkey and a book or two while I read to you. You finally started letting me finish each book... most of the time.

Our favorites right now are "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein and a book written as a children's prayer thanking God for our beautiful world.

We say a bedtime prayer together.  You get excited as I list things we are thankful for. Sometimes you rush me because your favorite part is saying "OHM!" (Amen.)

After reading, you let me cradle you like a baby.  I rock you and sing songs, usually church songs because I can never remember all the words to lullabies. 

Certain songs prompt you to "sing" along.  You watch my face intently, gazing deep into my eyes and studying my lips.  When Hadley kicks, you raise an eyebrow as if perplexed.

As your eyes start to droop, I let you turn off the light and turn on the sound machine... jobs you find great satisfaction in.

As the rhythm of ocean waves syncs with our rocking motion, you tuck your head under my chin and our hearts and our breathing slow together. We exchange kisses and I whisper the words in my heart as I lay you down.  Your last slow blinks follow me into my own dreams.

I love you a million bedtime stories,

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Fatherhood Looks GOOD on You!

From the moment the doctor held up our baby girl in the delivery room, fatherhood became real for Skip. And from that moment he was excellent at it. 

He took photos of her, bathed her, spoke to her in loving tones.  He was man enough to remove his shirt and do kangaroo care bonding in the hospital.  He changed almost every diaper those first few days while I recovered.

When we got home, he did anything I asked of him. If I nudged him during the night, he went to her. {though really, there wasn't much point because he didn't have boobies} He dutifully took out the poopy trash each week.

He held her in his recliner as they watched football or basketball. He smiled each evening as I told him the newest cute thing she'd done. He laughed at baby videos that only parents and grandparents can appreciate.

From the beginning, Skip has loved his daughter.

But of all a sudden these past few weeks, he has COME ALIVE as a father.

It is a beautiful thing to see.

Kherington is more adventurous, more communicative, and more receptive.  She understands what we teach her and tell her.  She tests her limits and even plays games. She cuddles and kisses and tickles.

And now that he has someone to interact with, Skip is an even better father than I dreamed of.

Watching them together melts my heart.

He enjoys teaching her new things.

He soaks up her kisses and her love.

He even helps me discipline... a duty many fathers shirk.  {as much as you should discipline a 17 month old, anyway}  As we decide she is old enough for some behavior... like signing "please," or not throwing food on the floor, or petting the puppies gently, or picking up her own toys... I know he will always be consistent and help me teach her right from wrong.

He is patient and loving and steady.

He has been dying for the day that she becomes a "Daddy's girl."  And I know it isn't far off.

And if he keeps adoring his daughter the way he is now... he will never be undersexed again.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Our Little Fish

Our little girl is so BIG!  She loves the water and while swimming with Sissy decided she was ready to let go.

Yes, the videos are sideways.  Yes, I could download some software and fix them.  But I'm feeling pregnant and lazy today, mkay?!  I think you'll agree that she is adorable and brave and amazing anyway...

I'm ridiculously proud.

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