Sunday, June 11, 2017

Wren at 3 months


  • Weighs 12 pounds 15 oz
  • Eats 3-4 oz every 2-3 hours.  She still prefers to snack on an ounce here and there.  
  • Sleeps so well.  We were blessed with two good sleepers and we are so grateful.  We keep a pretty strict routine since that's what we found worked with Trey, and so far it's been wonderful.  We still call it "tubby, baba, seepy nigh night" time.  We have no life outside our children...lol.  She's ready for a bath at around 8:00 and is usually down by 9:00.  She does still wake up at least once to eat, usually between 5:00 and 6:00, but then she goes back down until 7:00.  It is SO NICE to have somewhat of an expectation for nighttime.  Obviously it's not always perfect, but she does really well.  
  • Naps pretty consistently every 2-3 hours.  She still prefers to be swaddled to sleep, but will sometimes put herself to sleep without it. One of these days I'll get brave and try putting her to bed at night without swaddling.  She's a pretty light sleeper and wakes easily.
  • HATES tummy time.  I try to put her on her tummy at least twice a day, but after 2-3 minutes she starts screaming.  Of course her cries win us over and we turn her over.
  • She has a love/hate relationship with the car.  She's pretty content and happy as long as you're moving.  The second you stop the car she freaks out.  Trey often remarks that "Wren does not like the red lights" because she cries as soon as you stop and then stops crying as soon as you start up again.  And don't even try taking her through a drive thru.  I've never heard her cry harder than when she has to sit in the drive thru.  She really can be quite the little diva.  Haha
  • All joking aside, Wren is truly a sweet baby.  That's the adjective I feel describes her best.  She LOVES to be held and snuggled.
  • Her favorite time of day is first thing in the morning.  She is so smilely and loves to talk to us.  She's pretty quiet compared to Trey at this age, but she has the sweetest little coos.  
  • Trey always calls her "baby Wren" and it melts my heart everytime.  We often refer to her as Little Miss, sweetheart, and Wrenny-Roo.  

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Wren at 2 months


  • Started giving smiles voluntarily.  She's the happiest in the morning right when she wakes up.  It's the sweetest little smile.  She gives her grandma's the most smiles with Daddy coming in at a close second.    
  • Is slowly finding her voice.  She makes little coos here and there, but mostly just likes to listen to people talk to her.  
  • Loves bath time.  It's a surefire way to get her to calm down at night (her fussiest time).
  • We finally have somewhat of a nighttime routine, and it is so nice.  We usually give her a bath at 8:30 and then she's usually down for the night between 9:00 and 10:00.  She usually wakes up between 3:00 and 4:00 am to eat, and then goes right back down until 7:00-8:00.  Did I mention how nice it is!?  Her schedule loving parents are in heaven!  Haha.
  • We found out early on that she prefers to be swaddled.  Such a change for us.  Trey HATED being swaddled so I'm surprised we even tried it.  I'm glad we did because it calms her down. She gets really overwhelmed at night and starts waving her arms uncontrollably, so she can't calm down.  She fights it at first and then quickly settles down and usually stays swaddled all night.  
  • She slept in a little bassinet for the first 6 weeks but sleeps in her crib every night now.
  • Eats 2-4 oz every 2-3 hours.  She likes to snack and acts like she is dying of starvation, then is content after 1 oz. Silly girl.
  • Has the silliest fake cry.  It's so dramatic and Dave and I can't help but laugh when she uses it.  
  • She's a pretty content baby...until she doesn't want to be. Haha.  She really only cries when she needs something, but oh my, when she needs something, she needs it NOW!       
  • She looks so much like Trey.  It's crazy to me how similar they look.  We often joke that she is the girl version of Trey.
  • She kept most of her hair and it's coming in pretty red.  We're thinking it will be strawberry blonde.  She has a ton of little tufts of hair in the back with pretty much nothing on top!  Haha.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

One Month Old Wren

Wren is one month old, and we're so glad to have that month behind us.  She was on oxygen for 3 weeks, but is officially done with it!  YAY!!  It feels so great to not have to deal with all of that.  Now we can just enjoy our sweet little babe.  Wren at one month...
  • Weighs 7 lbs 11 oz
  • Is 20.5 inches tall
  • Wears newborn clothes.  Anything else is HUGE on her.  Especially pants.  If they aren't newborn sized, they just fall off her nonexistent hips.  Haha.
  • She's a pretty content baby and usually only cries when she's hungry or needs to be changed.  She has her fussy moments (around 8:00 pm to midnight), but she's pretty easily soothed.
  • Isn't really down to a nighttime schedule yet, but she'll surprise us with 4-5 hour stretches sometimes, and it's awesome!
  • LOVES to be cuddled and held.
  • Gets hiccups all the time and HATES them.
  • Won't take a binky...just like Trey.  She's found her thumb a few times, but doesn't really use it like Trey did.
  • Has a REALLY hard time waking up.  It will take her a good 20 to 30 minutes to wake up from a nap and she grunts and cries the whole time, but never opens her eyes.  

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

The Birth Story: Part Four



As soon as she was born they took her away.  I was devastated that I wasn't able to do immediate skin to skin, but she had had a bowel movement in the womb and was covered in meconium.  She didn't make a sound, even minutes after she'd been born, and it was terrifying.  She had swallowed meconium in the womb and being born at 36 weeks her lungs weren't completely developed.  After working on her for a few minutes they brought her over to me.  I was able to hold her for about 30 seconds while they explained to me that she was having problems breathing and they were taking her over to the nicu.  




Don't you love my "Hey...I was woken up by my water breaking and didn't even bring a comb" hair?  Haha  


She was so beautiful and reminded me so much of Trey, but she was so quiet.  It was such a mixture of emotions.  I felt FANTASTIC physically right after giving birth.  I had prepared for that natural birth and I've got to be honest, I felt like a rockstar.  The pain had completely gone away and I felt great, but I was so worried about her (and Dave...I knew he'd been stressed to the max through that delivery...and now having to worry about her).  All I wanted was to help her and be with her and Dave, but I couldn't. They took her away, and Dave went with her.  

I had tore just a little bit during delivery and needed to be stitched up (which honestly seemed more uncomfortable than the actual birth).  The on-call doctor had arrived at this point and helped stitch me up while the nurse talked me through some paperwork.  Then, it was like all of sudden, everything was cleaned up and I was left alone.  I'm sure I was only by myself in that room for a minute or so, but it felt like forever and was so strange.  Here I had just had a baby and there was all this chaos, and now I was sitting in this room all by myself.  No baby. No husband. No doctors or nurses. 

I had yet to see Wren for longer than a minute or so and just wanted to be with her.  After what seemed like forever they wheeled me over to the nicu and I finally got to see her.  They had her on a warming bed and she had a bunch of tubes down her throat and oxygen on her face and wires all over her.  It was truly the saddest thing I've ever seen and I just broke down.  I couldn't hold her, so I just sat there stroking her hands.  We were told that she was doing well, and that she just needed some help breathing due to being born 4 weeks early and swallowing meconium during delivery.  She was not staying in the nicu, but they were sending her to the TLC nursery which is just a special unit next to the postpartum nursery where babies can be closely watched and monitored.




I was taken to my room while they transferred her to the TLC unit.  Once all was settled, I walked to the TLC unit to try to feed her.  That was the best thing ever about going natural.  I was obviously sore, but I could walk and felt pretty great.  Thank goodness my recovery was so good, because that's really the only positive thing I can remember from her first week.  I had had such a horrible experience breastfeeding with Trey, but wanted to give it another try.  She was a champ and latched right on...thank goodness!  We were told we had to supplement with a high calorie formula because she was premature, but we were fine with that.  After her first feeding I went back to my recovery room and had to leave her there.  It was so weird to not have her with me.  

After the whirlwind of the morning, I finally got settled in my recovery room.  Our families had come to visit us and to see Wren but we weren't able to show her to them, except through the glass window to the TLC unit.  We had been told by the nicu nurses and doctors to be extremely cautious with visitors.  She was born 4 weeks early, having respiratory problems, swallowed meconium during delivery, AND I was gbs positive and wasn't able to get a full does of antibiotics before she was born, so they were worried that she may have gotten an infection during delivery.  ANY kind of infection, even the slightest cold would be a serious problem for her; so we limited those that could see her to Dave and I.  Dave was feeling sick, so he himself didn't even hold her until she was a week old!

It was really hard to not let anyone see or hold her in person.  I was devastated.  All you want to do when you have a baby is show them off because you love them so much, and they are so beautiful and everyone has been looking forward to meeting them...And although it's petty, I was so sad that we couldn't get any pictures of her with Trey at the hospital.  No "first time meeting the sibling" pictures, or "first time with grandma and grandpa" pictures...it just sucked.  But we had to put our trust in the doctors and do what was in the best interest of Wren.

Later that evening when everything had settled, I sat in my recovery room and it was like everything just hit me at once.  I had this overwhelming feeling of guilt and I felt responsible for the mess that we were in.  (And isn't that sad???  That the birth of our daughter just felt like a gigantic mess?).  I began to go over my pregnancy in my mind looking for things I could have done differently to fix it.  "I should have eaten better and exercised more"..."I shouldn't have picked up Trey as much"..."Maybe I should have gone on maternity leave sooner...maybe my job stressed me out too much"..."I shouldn't have done this or this or I should have done this..."  I felt terrible and was mad at myself that I couldn't keep her in longer.  I like to have things planned, so I was completely out of my element.  This WAS NOT how her life was supposed to start.  

During those first few days, I had serious moments of denial where I thought "Ok, if I just would have done this then I wouldn't have gone into labor and I'd still be pregnant.  Ok..let's do that...I can still fix this."  It's hard to explain, but I just did not want to accept the fact that my baby wasn't doing well.  I wanted to fix it, but there really wasn't anything I could do.  Not to mention, I knew Dave was also feeling pretty much everything I was feeling AND he was driving to and from the hospital and home, making sure Trey was being taken care of, and taking care of me. It was quite honestly the worst week of our lives and I don't ever want to relive it again.  


We knew that we had to stay in the hospital for at least three days since I was gbs positive.  And so began her first week...every 2-3 hours I would walk to the TLC unit to feed Wren and then return to my room to pump.  She was a really good eater, but struggled with her breathing during feedings.  It was like she just could not get the "suck, swallow, breathe" pattern down.  She would eat and then just forget to breathe.  She was hooked up to a monitor that would show her oxygen levels and they would just plummet every time she started eating.  It was horrifying.  I kept having to kind of "jostle" her to get her to wake up and remember to breathe.  Feedings took at least an hour or more because we had to pause so much.  It was exhausting both physically and emotionally.  I tried so hard to stay positive those first few days, but it was hard.  It was definitely a roller coaster of emotions.  She would seem to do so well, and then the next day just get worse and worse.  She was wearing herself out trying to eat and her poor lungs were working overtime just to breathe.  

She hadn't been on any oxygen while in the TLC unit and after a few days she just wasn't getting any better.  When she was three days old they decided to admit her to the nicu.  I had been discharged from the hospital, but was thankfully able to stay in my room and pay a daily fee to rent the room.  I couldn't imagine going home and leaving her there, especially since I was nursing her every 3 hours. Once admitted to the nicu, she was put on oxygen and did so much better.  She was able to eat and her oxygen levels would stay constant.


At this point, my body was done.  I hadn't slept for more than an hour at a time for four days and I'd been living in a hospital room with nothing to do but walk to and from the nicu to feed Wren and pump.  I missed Trey terribly and honestly just wanted to GET OUT OF THERE!!  I decided to go home for the night to try to get some sleep and just de-stress a little bit.  It was really hard going home without our baby, but I HAD to get out of that hospital room. The next morning we drove up to the hospital and were told that she was doing great on the oxygen and that she was being discharged.  It was like a mixture of "Hooray!  We get to go home!"  and "What?  You're sending her home?  But she can't breathe!"  We received all the training for her oxygen and monitors and just like that, we were out of there!


We were so grateful to finally be home.  It took a good few days, but we seemed to finally find our groove and her oxygen tubing and monitors became just another part of our day.  We are so SO grateful for our families who helped us out those first few weeks.  Trey had been sick and was unable to be home with us, so he pretty much lived with both grandparents for three weeks after she was born.  We relied heavily on both mine and Dave's families and honestly could not have gotten through her first few weeks without them.  Little miss Wren came with some drama for sure, but she is the sweetest little thing, and we love her to pieces.


Saturday, February 25, 2017

The Birth Story: Part Three

Upon realizing that my water had broken I had a huge rush of adrenaline.  "Oh no...oh... crap...why???  Now??  REALLY???  I'm only 36 weeks!  This is the worst timing EVER!!"  But I knew that none of that mattered now.  I was so surprised because I hadn't been having any contractions.  At least nothing that woke me up.  And I certainly knew what to look for this time because I had been having braxton hicks contractions for weeks.  

I immediately found Dave on the couch and calmly told him "Uh...hey.  Sorry to wake you, but my water just broke."  He shot up off of the couch faster than anything I'd ever seen. Probably not the most peaceful way to be waking up.  Haha.  

It was 5:00 am Sunday morning.  I was so glad that it wasn't in the middle of the night.  Thankfully I had started packing the hospital bag the day prior, but "started" constituted a take home outfit for baby and some items I thought I might like for labor.  No clothes for me or Dave, no toiletries...I quickly got dressed and stuffed a bunch of crap in the hospital bag.  Dave woke up Trey (poor thing) and called his parents, who thankfully were able to meet us at the hospital.  Our drive to the hospital was pretty uneventful.  I had a few contractions here and there, but nothing too painful and I could certainly talk through them.  I called my parents (4:00 am Mesquite time)... and with a little chuckle told my mom that my water had broke.  So much for waiting for them to get home from their trip to have the baby.  

We arrived to the hospital at about 5:40 am.  When we drove up to park, Trey was wide awake and remarked "NO...I don't want to go to Walmart!"  Haha.  He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but he was happy to see "ama Jo".  We said goodbye to our little boy and headed up to labor and delivery.  Once in triage, we found out that I was dilated to a four and having consistent contractions.  I got all changed in my *awesome* hospital nightgown...hate those things, and tried my best to prepare myself mentally for labor.  Contractions were coming every 3 to 5 minutes at this point and were definitely uncomfortable.  I couldn't believe how different it was from my labor with Trey.

My doctor was out of town...yay...so they contacted the on call doctor and got me all set up in my labor and delivery room.  I'm not quite sure, but I believe it was about 7:00 am by this time.  I knew I was gbs positive so I had to be put on antibiotics during labor.  Once the iv was set I was able to be off the bed which brought huge relief to me.  Laying down during labor was by far the most painful position for me.  They asked if I wanted an epidural but I knew that I wanted to go without any pain medication.   And just like that it was like "Ok...we're actually doing this.  Hopefully all these months of preparation will pay off."  

I spent the majority of my labor standing up and pacing the room.  Each time a contraction came, I would just bury my face in Dave's chest and focus on my breathing.  I had read over and over how important it was to stay relaxed and not tense up during contractions, so that's all I could think about.  It's definitely easier said than done, but that's what got me through it.  Dave was so great and supportive. We had been in our labor and delivery room for about an hour when the nurse returned to hook me up to the monitors again.  At this point, I was seriously doubting myself.  I remember thinking "Oh my goodness, I was only four centimeters when we got here, and it's only been one hour!...I can't possibly do this." I could not get comfortable and it seemed like the contractions were coming one on top of the other.  After hooking me back up to the monitors, the nurse left and I. was. done.  The next contraction came and I just leaned across the bed and cried.  I tried so hard to breathe through them but it seemed impossible and I was exhausted.  I am so grateful for Dave.  He was so kind and would calmly just whisper to me that I WAS doing it and that it would be over soon.

All of a sudden I felt like I was going to be sick.  I knew I was getting close.  I had relied on Dave so much through each contraction, but at this point I was like "STOP!  Don't touch me."  Haha.  I felt so bad, but it was seriously like I was having an out of body experience.  The next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees on the hospital floor telling Dave that he needed to get the nurse because I HAD to push.  I'm not sure how long it took (Dave would tell you too long)...but the nurse finally came in and was like "Oh my...you should not be on the floor!"  Dave helped me up on the bed and the nurse checked me and calmly said "Oh yeah, you're ready."  I remember thinking "Yeah, no shit I'm ready.  She's coming. Like now."  (After the fact, Dave remarked to me that he couldn't believe she even checked me because the baby was CLEARLY coming.  Lol.)

They called the on-call doctor, but there was no way that he was going to make it.  My body was having this baby.  I could not NOT push.  I remember being so annoyed because the nurses were all calm and like "Oh sweetie...don't push.  Just breath."  I was ACTIVELY trying not to push, but it was just not working.  A doctor finally walked in and literally right when he sat down, she was born.  It was so surreal.  No one was expecting it to go that fast.  It was definitely a dramatic few hours.  She was born at 8:44 am, less than 4 hours after my water had broken that morning.  


6 lbs 7 oz 19.5 inches long

Thursday, February 23, 2017

The Birth Story: Part Two


34 weeks pregnant

January 28th was a Saturday; and like most Saturdays preceding it, Trey spent the day at the Bland's while I went crazy scrubbing the house.  Because third trimester body + cleaning + toddler "help" just does NOT mix.  Thankfully we could get some stuff done while Trey spent the day at Grandma and Grandpa's which is basically the equivalent of Disneyland in Trey's eyes.  

I spent the day cleaning and resting.  I never really got to that "Oh my gosh, I'm done being pregnant" point with Trey, but it was seriously reaching that point this time.  Everything hurt and I couldn't eat a grain of rice without getting horrible heartburn.  I truly love being pregnant because I consider it such a blessing, but I was tired.  I wanted to take advantage of the "toddler free" time though, so I sought out to get as much done as possible.  I spent a good 2 to 3 hours writing a detailed weekly schedule for my long term sub, and I even started packing the hospital bag!

My parents were out of town in Mesquite and my mother had joked with me all week "You better not have that baby!"  This became a usual topic of discussion since no one thought I'd make it to my due date.  Trey was two weeks early, so we figured we'd be having a Valentine's baby.  We joked about it all the time and each week Dave would ask "How many weeks are we?  How many weeks was Trey when he was born?"  Then, he'd do the math..."4 more weeks...3 mores weeks...sigh"  Haha.  We were so excited for her to come; but I'm not going to lie, we were freaking out a bit.  Trey's first few months were SO HARD. (and no...I haven't forgotten how hard they were.) To be frank, we were not looking forward to the possibility of THAT again.  We love our little Treyby to pieces, but oh my word were his first few months awful.

I went and picked up Trey from the Bland's and per usual, he fell asleep on the way home.  I was so tired, we just put him straight to bed and I went to bed early.  Dave did his usual "musical beds routine" lol.  We are both such light sleepers and my big, fat, snoring pregnant body had Dave looking for peaceful sleep elsewhere.  Haha.  

Restful nights of sleep had been long gone for weeks and this night was no different.  After about the bajillionth time of turning over in bed to find comfort, I felt a trickle...and immediately thought, "Oh great...that's just wonderful...so we've reached THAT stage of pregnancy now...peeing my pants uncontrollably."  I heaved myself out of bed and immediately felt a gush.  Again "Great, now I have urine all over my sheets AND my carpet...awesome!"  I go to the bathroom and instantly realized what had happened, and distinctly remember thinking "Well, crap...that wasn't supposed to happen."   

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Wren Evelyn Bland: A Birth Story, Part 1



Since before getting pregnant a second time, I've often thought about and researched having my subsequent babies naturally.  Trey's birth was fine, and I feel like it went exactly as it needed to; but there were things about it that I just really didn't like and wanted to try to avoid the second time around.  After having Trey, I KNEW that there was no such thing as a "planned" labor and delivery.  Things are just going to go the way they go, and you just need to roll with it.  Knowing this, when I found out I was pregnant again, I set out to learn as much about natural birth as possible.  I spent my entire pregnancy researching everything and anything I could find.  I figured that even though you can't really plan how your labor is going to go, education never hurt anybody.  And so for the first few months of pregnancy I toyed with the idea of going natural.  I had very mixed reactions from family and friends.  Most scoffed at the mere mention of natural delivery and thought I was crazy, but some were very supportive and those that I had talked to whom had had a natural delivery swore by it.  After discussing it with Dave, I committed myself to having a natural delivery but also had to "be real" and understood that if interventions needed to happen that it would be okay.  After all, the only thing that really matters is a healthy baby.

As her due date approached, I went into frantic nesting mode.  I am a planner through and through, and so my nights and weekends were spent doing all things "baby".  Change is not something I deal with well so I was determined to be as ready as possible to have this baby.  I knew what was coming (possibly ANOTHER screaming, colicky baby for months....ugh...), and wanted the smoothest transition possible.  Haha.  Just typing that out makes me feel like the biggest control freak ever, but alas; we are who we are.  

January came (worst month EVER) and I was feeling pretty good.  I continued to teach part time and things were coming together nicely at home.  Her room was all set up, clothes cleaned and put away, decorations up, etc.  I pretty much spent the entire month of January preparing my sub plans for maternity leave.  Nothing stresses me out more than leaving someone in a lurch because I wasn't prepared.  My teaching partner was leaving on a week long trip so I was planning on covering for her; giving myself a whole week to finish up preparations and meet with my long term sub.  It was perfect timing! 

I had been having braxton hicks contractions for weeks and they were so new to me.  I NEVER felt anything like that with Trey and although they were super irregular, those things hurt!  I had gone to my 34 week appointment and was told that I was dilated to a one, but that they weren't really doing anything, so not to worry.  My doctor was leaving to go out of town at the end of the month and joked that there was only one week that I wasn't allowed to have the baby. I scoffed and said "Yeah, that's a whole month early.  Pretty sure we won't have to worry about that. Haha." 

18 months

 WE HAVE AN 18 MONTH OLD.  It's weird.  He's like a little person with a personality and stuff.  It's wonderful and exhausting and terrifying all at once.

Trey at 18 months

  • So SO busy.  He never stops moving.  This kid is go, go, go all day long.  And why walk when you can run?  Because of this, he pretty much has a bruise on his forehead all the time. He seems to be the perfect height to hit everything in his path.
  • Can say so many things!  He knows baba, dada, mama (he finally knows what this means, and will actually say it for me!), caca (all time favorite word right there), nana, bompa and boma (grandpa and grandma), bee (what he calls his blankets), kitty, baby, broom, please, out, car, blue, purple, keys, Carlie, outside, eyes, balloon, spoon, cookie, two, cracker, Mike, hotdog...I'm sure there's more.  It seems like he's learning new words every day!
  • He is OBSESSED with trash cans (caca's).  He can spot them everywhere we go.  It doesn't matter how small or large, he knows where the nearest caca is and lets you know over and over.
  • He loves to clean and would be happy playing with a broom all day.  We joked that he should have been a janitor for Halloween, because he is obsessed with cleaning supplies.
  • Loves to watch Curious George.  We let him watch it a while back when he was sick and he loves it.  He won't really sit and watch anything else, but he'd watch Curious George for hours if we let him.  
  • LOVES his Grandparents.  It's obvious we are not the favorite around here.  He gets SO upset when we have to leave, or they have to go.  It's so sad.  We love you too buddy!  I promise we're cool too!  :)  Seriously though...I'm so glad that we live so close to both sets of parents.  We do a lot with them and Trey loves it!
  • Is still such an inquisitive little boy.  He loves to watch other kids and take it all in.  He thinks he's much older than he is and always wants to play with the big kids.
  • Takes one nap a day (2 hours if we're lucky!)
  • Still sleeps through the night most nights.  Teething likes to get in the way of a full nights sleep.  :)
  • Loves books and definitely has his favorites.  It's funny to watch him search through all of his books (of which he has plenty...you can never have too many, right?) He always goes back to the same two or three.  "Go, Dogs. Go!" is his current favorite. 
  • We found out he is allergic to cinnamon.  What a weird allergy, right?

We love him so much! He's such a happy little boy and brings so much joy into our home.

Sunday, November 1, 2015

6 months...What Have We Done?

So yeah.  Summer happened.  And fall is coming to a close here pretty soon.  So, what did we do??

Since I teach at a year round school (hopefully we'll go back to traditional), I taught up until the first week of July (gag).  I said good bye to my teaching partner of three years (tears), and geared up for the new school year (which just so happened to start two weeks later (double gag).  Ugh..seriously.  I've liked the whole year round thing, and having my breaks spread out has been nice for Trey and I, but not having an actual summer away from school sucked big time.  Plus, I just really hate what it does with the dynamics of the school. 

I had two weeks before I needed to be back to school, so we set out for St. George with the Bland's, because I sure as hell wasn't spending my break at home. It. was. glorious.  We didn't really do much of anything, but I loved it so much.  We stayed in this awesome condo, did some super simple hiking, went swimming, shopping, went out to eat, went to Tuacahn, watched fireworks.  It was so great.  



I started my new school year with a new partner (love her!), and changed my schedule around a bit.  I'm still part time, but I work one full day a week and get off one full day a week, while working half days the rest of the week.  It's so nice.  Dave also started a new job.  So...lot's of changes.  It's been kind of stressful, I'm not gonna lie.  For example, my job.... (I wrote multiple paragraphs about this, and then decided to delete it for obvious reasons.  It felt good to get it out though).  Suffice to say, it has not been my best year.

Moving on.  I finished my kitchen!  It only took me 6 months (ha!), and I love it!  It's exactly how I imagined it would be.  However, I will NEVER do it myself again.  I severely underestimated the amount of time it would take to refinish my cabinets.  It's unbelievable how much work goes into that!  Granted, I wanted to do it right, so I was extremely careful throughout the whole process, but still.  With the amount of time it took me to finish (6 months!), I could have saved the money to hire someone to do it for me.  Had I decided to refinish them a few years ago, I think it would be different.  But being a mom means you have little to no time for extra activities such as refinishing your cabinets.  Alas, it's done now.  And I must say, it is pretty gratifying to walk into my kitchen and think "I did that." :)  So, what exactly did I do?

  • Removed wallpaper and repainted the walls.
  • Installed a new sink and granite counter tops.  I handpicked the slab of granite that was used and I love it!
  • Installed a tile back splash.
  • Installed new shutters for the window. (THAT was a fun one!)  ugh.
  • Refinished the cabinets: removed all hardware, cleaned all doors and drawer fronts, applied de-glosser to everything, sanded, primed, and painted three coats to all doors, drawer fronts, cabinet bases and molding, reinstalled everything.  (I could seriously write a series of blog posts on these steps).
  • Swore maybe a few dozen times... :)




Dave and I recently started a new hobby of painting miniature figurines.  The figurines we paint are part of a tabletop game called Warmachine.  I don't play the game, but it's been a lot of fun to paint.  The miniatures are sometimes frustrating (most are less than 2 inches tall and you have to assemble them before painting), but they are incredibly gratifying once finished.  We entered a painting competition this October and just found out today that I won first place!




I started making a quiet book for Trey for Christmas.  I may be just a little in over my head with this one.  I have no idea what I'm doing, but hundreds of people on Pinterest make it look easy, so it must be, right!?  :)  I'll post pics of it when it's finished.  I'm a total hack and just used free templates online to make the pages, but I'm pretty proud of it so far.  It's going to be really funny when Trey has no interest in it whatsoever.  

Oh!  And we celebrated Halloween..yesterday (look at how on top of things I am!).

Grandpa and Grandma Call's annual Halloween Party




 Is Trey not the cutest clown you've ever seen?!  Gah...love him!

Saturday, May 2, 2015

One year!


12 months old!  Can you believe it?!  

A little bit about our ONE YEAR OLD:

  • Trey started to take his first steps a few weeks ago, and now he's full on walking!  It's so fun and so crazy at the same time.  He is fast and so busy!  
  • He has 4 teeth!  Two on top and two on the bottom.  They are so cute!  I thought I'd miss his toothless grin, but his teeth are so adorable.  They make him look so old!  
  • His favorite food is squash.  He LOVES to be able to feed himself.  I'm pretty sure any and all "baby food" is a thing of the past now.  He refuses to eat it unless he gets to use the spoon.  You can imagine how well that works.  :)
  • He has a weird obsession with socks.  He prefers them over toys.  It's the funniest thing.  He likes to have one sock in each hand.  He carries them around with him everywhere and oftentimes pulls one out to put it in his mouth.  He's this way with most objects.  He can't just have ONE toy.  He has to have three.  One in each hand, and one in his mouth.  So weird, but so adorable.
  • He's usually down for the night by 7:30.  He's right in the throws of teething which has proved to be bothersome for him at night.  He does pretty well though.  He typically gets up once a night to eat, but every once in awhile he'll surprise us and sleep through the night again.  He usually sleeps 11-12 hours at night and then two short 30-45 minute naps a day.
  • He got a bunch of touch and feel books for his birthday and he loves them!  He always uses them same finger to "inspect" things and we love it!  He is super inquisitive (as always) and loves to point and touch things with that one pointer finger.
  • He says ba-ba, da-da, ma-ma, and ya.  He is ALWAYS making this sound like "huh? huh?" 
  • He weighs 20 lbs (20th percentile).  He is 28 in tall (5th percentile).  His head circumference is 18.3 in (54th percentile).  So he's skinny and short with an average head size.  :)  I was kind of shocked that he had only gained one pound in over two months because he just seems so BIG to me.

Trey is such a delight.  We love him so much and can't believe that he has been with us for one year!  It really has gone by fast.  He brings so much joy into our home and we're pretty much enamored with him.  Happy birthday Treyby!  We love you!

Such a blurry picture from his birthday, but I can't get over how cute his little face is.







I know I already posted these pictures to Facebook, but I just had to post my favorite picture from his first year photos.  Isn't he the sweetest little boy!?