Monday, January 31, 2011

Happy Monday!

These will pretty much guarantee a great start to your week. Turn up your volume.

Giggles...





That's right Baby Girl, shake what yo' Daddy gave you!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Letters to Kherington

Dear Kherington Grace,

Baby Girl, It is the first anniversary of your birth.

For years we prayed and longed for you, and finally, blessedly, you burst into our life with love and laughter and twinkling blue eyes. And you changed everything.

Our first year as a family will always play in my memory with a soundtrack of giggles, coos, and tiny, scampering footsteps.

So much has happened in twelve short months.

Your olive complexion has become a creamy white alabaster that flushes when you sleep. Your tiny legs became chunky thighs and then wobbly walking legs. My yearning arms became a safe haven, where everything is made right again. Your hungry rooting instinct became an adamant request for “milk” in sign language. Your sleepy blue eyes became bright and curious and impish. Your chubby, kissably round cheeks became… well… some things stay the same!

At least once a day I tell you that you are amazing. I am in awe of your intelligence, your jovial personality, your development, your beauty. I am dumbfounded that you came from me and will be mine forever. You amaze me.

It has been a privilege watching you grow. With each new milestone, I swell with intense pride. A little silly, since millions of babies learn the same things every day, but I don’t care. You’re mine and you’re amazing and I’m so very proud of you.

With each passing day, Kherington, every month since you were born we have fallen, better yet, risen more deeply in love with you.

You changed everything and made me new. You made me a Mama, the thing God always meant me to be. Your Mama.

Happy first birthday. I love you so much, Kherington Grace.

You are amazing.

But you’ve heard this all before. And you will hear it all again. Tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that one, too.


Love Always, Mommy


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Dear Kherington,

I have enjoyed the past year so much. Watching you learn to crawl, walk, and babble has been a real joy. I am amazed at how much you take in without us really knowing it.

You got a bouncy horse for your birthday, and the first day I asked you where your horsey was and you pointed to it and walked to it. I was so proud. One of the things I look forward to the most in the next year is riding on a real horse with you.

I still enjoy our afternoons in the recliner watching sports. After your birthday party, we watched the Longhorn basketball game together, just like we did right after you were born in the hospital.

I love how you want to share your food with me, and how you blow kisses to me when you’re going to bed. Your smile always brightens my day when I get home from work; you are always happy to see me.

I love you so much, I can’t wait to see what the next year brings.

Love, Your Daddy

Friday, January 21, 2011

12 Months

And then she was ONE!

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Kherington, my toddler, at twelve months:

You weigh 23 pounds and 15 ounces

You are 30 inches tall

You are walking!!!

You have 3 words and 3 signs

You can’t get enough yogurt

You kiss every living creature you come across

You squeal with delight when you see the cheerios box, your Sissy, or that we are going outside

You adore your hand-me-down play kitchen

You wrinkle your nose and your eyes when you smile, mimicking me

You look exactly like your father when you sleep and when you dont want to wake up

You think it is hilarious to feed the dogs from your high chair

You can unpack a bag or empty a drawer in two seconds flat

You love spending time with your cousins

You like practicing drinking from a big girl cup

You are still obsessed with socks

You are fairly adept at communicating your desires

You like cake!

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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Ten Signs You Are a Breastfeeding Mama

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Photos by Jenn Zindler

Top Ten Signs You Are a Breastfeeding Mama

10. You have boasted about squirting distance.

9. You know the terms let-down, foremilk, hindmilk, udder cover, hooter hider, latch, football hold, and lanolin.

8. You are the first to know about new teeth.

7. You plan entire outfits around the ease of getting a breast out in public.

6. You have to wear two sports bras to go for a jog.

5. You are low on freezer space.

4. Your hungry babe can pull your shirt off faster than your old college boyfriend could.

3. Your husband calls your nursing undergarment a “lunch lady bra.” {painfully true story}

2. You have noticed milk stains on your shirt, looking like targets, while out in public.

1. You have a happy, healthy, well-fed babe!


Disclaimer: I am not judging those that couldn’t or chose not to breastfeed… I’m just celebrating those that did!

In fact, I'd love for you to read this post by Becoming Sarah about the feeding decisions Mamas make. It is called "Lactation: I Respect Your Choice." Great Stuff!

Monday, January 17, 2011

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Friday, January 7, 2011

Obsessions

You know I get tons of hand-me-downs for Kherington from amazing friends and family. So I rarely buy her anything... but when I do it has to be PRECIOUS. I've always been crazy about etsy and I dig vintage. But lately I'm obsessed with Baby LuLu, Baby Nay, and all bubble rompers.

Can't. stand. the. cuteness.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy 2011!

Happy New Year!

As January rolls around again, I've been reflecting on the year that just blew by with shocking speed.

2010 was the best year of my life.

We became a family. Skip built his own business. My photography passion grew and blossomed. A little girl stole our hearts and made each day brighter and more joyful. We were surrounded by family and friends and love. God has been good to us.

And I can whole-heartedly say that I enjoyed each and every moment He gave us.

Here's a peek at our 2010 in photographs...

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"That year, I imagine would have to be written in silver ink or printed on special parchment, set apart from the rest of the story with richly printed papers. Not because it was perfect or purely beautiful, but because everything was heightened."

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