Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy 2012!

Every year I proclaim it to be the best year of my life.  The truth is, they just keep getting better!

Here is a look at our 2011 in photographs...
{the year of babies!}

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Friday, December 30, 2011


Great Grandma June meeting Hadley June for the first time...


I do believe it was love at first sight for both Ma & June Bug!

A Magical Christmas!

Christmas 2011 was my favorite one, yet!

We had a wonderful time teaching Kherington about Christmas, singing 'Happy Birthday' to Jesus, and starting our own traditions. It doesn't get any better than family, food, and Faith!

We had Skip's side of the family at the ranch on Christmas Eve and mine over on Christmas afternoon.

The girls were thoroughly spoiled and loved upon! Kherington got a fort from Santa (with help from a handy Daddy, a sewing Sissy, and pinterest!).  She got a bouncy horse from Pops & DeDe and an art easel from Sissy & Tai-Pan. Hadley got a baby doll and a monitor for her room. All six cousins were also OVERJOYED to learn that we get to embark on a Disney Cruise this summer!!! Happy, lucky girls are these!

My good camera AND my back-up camera got very sick on Christmas Eve and quit on me. I almost cried.  So most of our Christmas is on video and a few shots with my point-and-shoot and {gasp!} a flash! But they captured some pretty special memories, nonetheless.

Emmanuel! Joy to the World!

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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Monday, December 19, 2011


Dear Kherington,

One day I woke up and we were actually communicating.

I hear you call "Mama" from your crib and I go get you and ask if you slept okay. "Yes," you reply, "weet dareams." (sweet dreams)  I ask what you want for breakfast and you say "Hilk. Pahcays. Peas." (milk and pancakes please)

But before we leave your room you say "Poop! die-bah."  You don't really have poop, but you do need a diaper. I change you and you demand "muntz-muntz! bay-bee!"  You want your monkey and your baby doll out of the crib so that they can accompany you to breakfast.

This continues all day.  You can tell me exactly what you want (and don't want!). We have mini conversations. You learn a new word after I use it once. You mimick sayings and slang that we use without realizing it. It is amazing.

Your vocabulary is incredible and your pronunciation is getting better.  So is my toddlerese.

But there are still many words that you mispronounce.  I find them adorable and I know they won't last long. So, I want to preserve them...

Your precious monkey lovey is either "muntz-muntz" or just shortened to the sound a monkey makes, "mmm-mmm."

My favorite word to hear you say is your name. "Kerry-tin" in a tiny, sweet voice as you nod and point to your chest or to a photo of yourself. Love it.

Your favorite food right now is "potsa!"  You ask for pizza at least once a day.  Followed closely by "CUH-cakes" and "CHOC-let."  I never seem to understand when you ask for "so-real," so you sign "cereal" and point to the box.

You often ask to "cor", "pay," or watch "tee-tee." (color, play, t.v.) In the car you ask for music by whining for "NATCH!"  (?!?)
You used to say milk just fine... but one day it was shortened to "ilk," and now it has become "hilk." Daddy and I try to correct this and it just makes you thirsty!

When we ask you to do something (and you aren't in the middle of a tantrum), you say "Sure!" or "OKAY!"

Your "thank you" sounds like "nunk nun."

At bedtime you can't wait to put on your "ajamas!" When we tell you that we love you, you answer "uv, too!"  Sometimes all on your own you give a hug and say "much!" which comes from me telling you that I love you so much.

I know someday I may wish you had a mute button, but for now I'm loving each and every word.

You're precious, kiddo.

Love, Mama

Friday, December 16, 2011

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Parent Potty Training

Thanks for participating in the Potty Jotty Giveaway!

Reading your stories was great fun... come over sometime and write them in my Potty Jotty, 'kay? picked a number 1-39 and it was 6!

Our winner is Lindsey! Please check your email so we can get your address and get it shipped to you.

Only a few of you correctly guessed why my urine smells like maple syrup.  Fenugreek is right!  I'm taking a galactagogue to keep my milk supply up because I got nervous that my iud would hurt it.  All is well with the supply, but Hadley and I both smell like pancakes.

While we are on the topic of bathrooms (since it really doesn't come up very often), I had some more thoughts.  Using public restrooms with baby in tow is quite an adventure. Am I right?  They don't teach you about that in childbirth class or in What to Expect When You Don't Have the Happiest Baby on the Block... or whatever.

They tell you all about sleepless nights and teething, but NOBODY mentions public restrooms or changing crib sheets.  Or else population growth might come to a skidding halt.

I remember one of my first times out in public after Kherington was born.  I went to a bathroom stall in the mall to nurse her.  I got over THAT quickly!  Now I'll whip it out anywhere.  If you wouldn't eat in a bathroom, don't expect my baby to.

But back to my point... you enter the bathroom and you have to pee.  No problem if you have a stoller or carseat... unless you come out of the big stall to a handicapped person staring you down.  But if you are a baby wearer like me, you face the old hoveroverthetoiletwhilebalancingthebaby problem.  It took me awhile to learn to lift the baby in the carrier, pull down the maternity jeans I probably shouldn't be wearing anymore, hover, pee, change any needed femine products, wipe, stand, flush, pull up jeans, pull down tank, shove nursing pads back into place, lower sleeping baby back into position, and truimphantly exit the stall.

So now baby needs a change.  See a diaper changing table? Score.  Pull the rickety thing down, grab changing pad from diaper bag because they are out of the disposable ones, grab diaper and wipes with one hand while holding onto baby with the other, do your business, endure the little old lady that must touch baby and ask mundane questions, change the baby into the spare clothes (that are a little too small) because she had a blowout, wrap the dirty diaper and toss in trash, balance baby while you wash your hands, and done!

Not too bad as long as long you don't run out of wipes.  One time I left my 4 week old that can't roll over and was firmly strapped into the changer for about 10 seconds to wet some toilet paper and I had to endure a five minute lecture from a librarian. {sigh}

And if there is no changing table? and no room on the wash counter?  I quickly learned to sit on the pot and change the baby on my lap and I was pretty sure that made me a superhero.

And then that baby became a toddler. You enter the bathroom and before you can so much as unsnap your jeans, that toddler has reached into the trashbin just to see what is inside, rolled around on the bathroom floor because you asked her to stop touching the trash, and licked the toilet bowl rim just because she could.  Well, maybe not that last one... but she always tries to touch it and isn't that almost the same thing?!

When she isn't accumulating as many germs as humanly possible, she is looking under the stalls at other people and then clapping for me and saying "Mama, poop, potty!"  {sigh}

And if I try and change her diaper, she flops all over the changing table, unbuckles herself out of it, reaches down to "help" when I wipe, and gives me about a 2 second grace period to complete any necessary snaps, buttons, or zips.  And we aren't even to potty training yet. {sigh}

THEN... I go and have another infant and try to take them both to the bathroom at the same time.  I can do it now, because I am in fact a super hero.  But I'm not giving away my secrets, I think the public restroom experience is a parenting right of passage and you'll have to pay your own dues.

I'll just say THANK GOD for "Family Restrooms" that have those toddler seats with chains (okay, straps) and purse hooks and changing tables and nobody to judge you while you complete your circus act!

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Potty Jotty Giveaway!

My urine smells like maple syrup.

No joke.

But there are a lot of toilet-related jokes out there.

Because potty-related things are funny.  Just ask a three year old.

Everyone has a toilet story. I know adults that have wet the bed after a night of drinking, potty-training children that have carried their accomplishment into the living room to show Mommy, and women that have laughed just a little too hard, if you know what I mean!

Someone I know very well has peed in a hotel room and it wasn't anywhere near the jet-engine powered toilet bowl.

I've already fessed up to falling asleep on the pot. And there's the mysterious fact that two months ago my bladder couldn't hold a rain drop and now it can hold a small swimming pool without my realizing it.

Yes, everyone has a call of nature story.

But the funniest potty humor I've seen in a long time is The Potty Jotty.

This clever book was put together by a friend of mine and it had me in stitches!

The Potty Jotty is a journal for the guest bathroom. A water closet guest book, if you will.

With humorous bathroom jokes and photos already in it, guests will be entertained.  But the real purpose is for them to leave comments, stories, doodles, and even ratings of their pit stop that will make everyone that comes after them laugh so hard they piss their pants.

I love this clever idea and can't wait to see what my friends write when they are pontificating on the porcelain throne. (and wondering why my powder room smells like ihop)

And for this time of year, I know The Potty Jotty would make the perfect "White Elephant" gift.  Everyone will be talking about it! AND they will actually want it! (and we all know that is rare in a gift exchange!)

So... you, my lovely readers (hi grandma!), get a chance to win one!  The contest ends Thursday 12/15 at 3pm Central and the book will ship right away!  I'll choose a winner with

To enter, leave a comment for each entry you qualify for. Be sure to include an email address so I can contact you about your victorious win!

And for you losers, well, maybe you want to order your own Potty Jotty here!

1. One entry for telling me a potty-related story. I know you have one, but make it up if you have to.
2. One entry if you are or become a follower of this (awesome) blog
3. One entry if this is the first time you've ever commented on this (incredible) blog
4. One entry if you tell others about this contest via facebook, twitter, or email
5. One entry if you correctly guess why my urine smells like maple syrup

So... five possible entries!  GOOD LUCK!

As for me, I've gotta go see a man about a horse...

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Two Months

Hadley, you are two months old today!


At two months:

You weigh 10 lb 15 oz

You are about 22 in

You typically sleep a 6.5 hour stretch at night and then nurse every 3 hours

You smile some, especially when Kherington is in your face

You love lights and watching the world

You still get really gassy

You hold your head up and "sit" up well

You grasp things in your fist

You love vibration

You enjoy baths and kicking nude in front of the heater afterwards

You are an awesome baby!



Friday, December 2, 2011

From My Front Porch...

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!


Kherington loved hanging the shatter-proof "balls" on the tree. She tested the shatter resistance a few times. We also hung bells down low to alert us to any miscreant toddlers. or dogs. or cats.


She loved reaching up high with Daddy to top our 9 foot tree.


Our big girl is in the Christmas spirit!


And Hadley slept through it all.  :-)

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