Sunday, November 16, 2008
PS~For your convenience, I've posted a playlist of these specific songs off to the side of the post so you'll be able to follow along if you so desire.
Wildflowers by Tom Petty
Spencer gave me a burned cd of songs that reminded him of me while we were dating. This song was on it. Whenever I feel old and frumpy, I turn this on and it reminds me of the girl I used to be and who I know is still there somewhere.
Hips Don't Lie by Shakira and Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard
Who doesn't need a couple of incredibly sexy songs to dance around to in the kitchen?
Bubble Toes by Jack Johnson
Favorite. song. ever. 6 years in counting and hasn't been topped yet.
Incidentally, it also reminds me of my nephew Greyson who actually *does* have bubble toes.
Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World
Jimmy Eat World=High School.
Cherry, Cherry by Neil Diamond
This is one of my favorite songs of all time. While it's mostly true that Spencer led me to the Neil Diamond light, this one was around for me long before he was.
Hot 'N' Cold by Katy Perry
This song reminds me of Spencer when we were dating. Mean, I know, yet oh-so-true. For those of you who knew us while dating or have heard the stories, you'll know what I'm talking about. Incidentally, it reminds Spencer of the type of music that was popular while he served his mission in Russia (it's the techno feel to it).
Is There Life Out There by Reba McEntire and New Soul by Yael Naim
You know when you hear a song and you just recognize yourself in it? That's exactly what happened when I heard both of these songs for the first time. I hear them and can't help but say, "that's me" for completely different reasons.
Come A Little Bit Closer by Tony Orlando & Dawn
This one's for you, Lib.
Stacey's Mom by Fountains of Wayne and Hot Mama by Trace Adkins
On those down days when all you can do is compare yourself to the tan 'n' toned co-eds, just jack these up and you won't be able to stop from feeling like one hot mom yourself.
Better Life by Keith Urban and Forever In Blue Jeans by Neil Diamond
I just can't help but relate to these songs. They're my life. One of these days we'll graduate, eventually make decent money, and move on, but I'm sure going to enjoy myself in the meantime.
Thanks for humoring me. Hopefully you at least kinda enjoyed the music along the way. Have a fabulous day!
Georgia and her be-u-tiful cousin, Ella
(that's some bad, bad hair, isn't it...)
Georgia picked out all the chocolate chip and marshmallow "passengers" and left the banana pieces behind :P
Thank you, Auntie Libby for the friggin' adorable outfit! Scarlett might not look it in this picture, but she was practically dancing with excitement at your fabulous taste.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
On the long-awaited day, Ezra started off bright and early at preschool. There, they had their annual Harvest Fest, which Ezra assumed, as any egocentric 3 yr old would, was completely for him. Following this, they sang Happy Birthday to him, gave him a construction paper crown, and gave him some Skittles for part of his snack. After I picked up Ezra from school, he was very excited to tell me how his birthday went, thinking that was the beginning and end of the celebrations. It was quite the task to convince him that his birthday actually lasted all. day. long. *gasp*
After preschool, we went up to my Mom's house to spend the day and get ready for the evening's celebrations. Ezra got to help me make his cupcakes (he requested cupcakes instead of an actual cake, which was a-okay with me) and after they cooled, he and his cousin, Greyson, got to decorate some of them with sprinkles. Later, Ezra, Cooper (another cousin), and Greyson helped us make cheese-less pizzas for dinner.
Ezra and Greyson working studiously
There's that "cheese" face again...it's startin' to get a little old
After we had pizza for dinner, it was the long-awaited present-opening time. The kid made a haul. I'm not quite sure how it happened. I really didn't intend to spoil him rotten, I think I just don't really buy any toys the rest of the year, so they all have to be stuffed into his birthday and Christmas *shrug*
And, of course, the beloved Skittles...
Happy Birthday, my wonderful Ezra! I can't imagine my life without you and I certainly wouldn't want to. You are my very special Ezra Sunshine and I love you with my everything.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Change has come...and I, for one, can't wait.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
The proud new daddy
I love this picture because it shows all of her dark hair
Ezra and Georgia checking out their new sib':
(gotta love those scrunchy, odd-looking newborn expressions;)
Right before we left the hospital
This was taken yesterday afternoon after most of her swelling has gone down, so it's a pretty accurate idea of what she really looks like
I woke up on Tuesday contracting about every 10minutes so. They were intense-ish all day, but weren't progressing very quickly, so I wasn't too worried about things. I figured I was in actual labor, but I have a tendency to putter during labor, so I was just going about business as usual. Anyway, about 5:00ish that evening, I started seriously timing my contractions and realized they were speeding up fairly quickly. I started packing up the kids to go with my mom to her house and getting stuff for the hospital and by the time I left, my contractions were about 4-5 minutes apart and were hurting a lot. They continued to get more intense on the drive down to the hospital (about an hour away), but actually spread out in time to about 6 minutes apart. I was paranoid about going into the hospital and having contractions that far apart, so I convinced Spencer to pick up some dinner for himself and fill up the car with gas before we parked at the hospital. I considered stopping at the mall to walk around for a bit-thank heavens we didn't or I definitely would've had a baby there. When we parked they were still 6 minutes apart. My doctor suspects at that point in time, I was probably dilated to a 4/5. Because I wanted to give my contractions a chance to speed up, I had Spencer park in the parking garage (rather than do valet parking at the front of the hospital) and walk to the hospital with me (it's about a 5 minute walk while not in labor). As soon as we started walking (especially w/two flights of stairs ), my contractions sped up like crazy. When I checked in at labor and delivery, it was exactly 8:32pm and my contractions hurt like heck, but I was surprisingly managing them really well. I think it's because I seriously thought I had like 6 hours of labor ahead of me, so I kept on comparing them to how much more intense they'd be getting, if that makes any sense. Anyway, they put me in triage and the nurse checked me and lo and behold, I was fully dilated. So, I had dilated from a 5ish all the way to a 10 in the time it took me to walk from the car to labor and delivery. That was a very. long. painful. walk. Anyway, right after she checked me in triage, I started to feel a little pushy. They immediately moved me over to a delivery room and called my doctor, who arrived all out of breath about 10 minutes later. I couldn't hold back any longer so I started pushing soon after the doctor got there and two contractions later, we had a baby. I was lucky and didn't have anything more than a little skid mark. Scarlett was officially born at 9:31, so about an hour after we got to the hospital. The pushing was by far the most painful part for me. The contractions were very intense, but I just focused on breathing and relaxing my way through them and I somehow was able to stay on top of them pretty well. The pushing...well, let's just say I was glad it only lasted for like five minutes, although I was at least crowning for nearly all of it, so that probably didn't help things any. After birth, however, I just felt so fabulous. I couldn't even believe how great I felt, both physically and emotionally. It was such a high and it was so nice not to have to deal with everything that comes with an epidural and tearing and all that. 4 days post birth, I seriously feel almost completely normal.
Since Scarlett descended so quickly, there was loads of mucus still in her lungs when she was born (because it didn't have a chance to get squeezed out in the birth canal), so after the first initial holding and cord-cutting, the nurses and pediatrician started to suck out the mucus and fluid. That took about 30-45 min because they were having a hard time keeping her blood-oxygen levels up. They suspected that part of the problem was how upset she was, so they had me nurse her skin to skin. That calmed her right down and helped loads with her blood-oxygen levels. Other than that, however, she was just fine at birth, w/apgar scores of 8 and 9 (all the points taken off were for color-she was VERY blue at birth, despite being alert and active).
Well, that's it in all the gory details. For all the childbirth veterans out there, hope you enjoyed!