Friday, January 28, 2011

Drumroll please...

Well folks, there'll be a bit more testosterone hanging out in the Lifferth home come next summer.  Not to mention snips, snails, puppy dog tails, and all the other lovely things that come with little boys.

Spencer and I are very excited...but, I must say, not as excited as Ezra is.

(So, 23 out of 30 of y'all were right, according to the poll :)

Also, as requested, here's a belly picture.  I took this last night at exactly 19 weeks.

As with my previous pregnancies I'm going straight out, but I'm also carrying lower this time around.  It seems I just get lower and loooower with each pregnancy.  I blame very tired abdominal muscles :P

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Pink or Blue?

Originally, my ultrasound was scheduled for next Friday, February 4th, but because of a short-notice plan change (I'm headed up to Indiana to help my sister, Stephanie, move), I was lucky enough to get it bumped up to this Friday, the 28th.  So...the question is, of course, Pink or Blue?  What do y'all think? Answer on the poll to the right!

ps-any name suggestions would be much appreciated!  Nothing gets me going like a good name discussion.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

In other news...

My eldest daughter has now decided to become a corner worker.  Thigh-high boots, she adores...the paparazzi, however, not so much.

Oh, and have I told you lately how absolutely in love I am with this girl?  There's a darn good reason why the 18 months to 2.5 years span is my favorite.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Somebody never learns their lesson.

Yesterday, one of my children discovered that baking cocoa is not nearly as delicious as it appears.

I'll give you one guess as to which one it was...

Somebody never learns their lesson.

Monday, January 10, 2011

"Another shot of tylenol, anyone?" and other musings

Sorry for the long hiatus. What with the holidays and uber-long vacation in Stillwater and Amarillo (you know, the kind of vacation that isn't actually really a vacation ;), blog posts have been scarce, not to mention blog-checking on my part. Be patient, oh loyal readers, pretty soon I'll be back in the swing of things. In a complete lack of chronological order, here's a quick catch-up.

So, Spencer spent Friday evening in the ER with Scarlett.

[I'm interrupting this regularly scheduled blog post in order to put racing hearts at rest. EVERYTHING IS OK.]

About 3:30 that afternoon, while I was at a midwife appointment, Spencer found Scarlett using the medicine cup as a shot glass and guzzling Children's Tylenol faster then tequila (we'd had it out because Georgia had been running a fever off and on for a while). He had no idea how much she'd consumed, but she had a pretty well-defined grape-flavored mustache by that point in time. Like any other veteran parent, Spence called our good, close friends, Poison Control (bless their wonderful, non-judgmental hearts) and gave them the details of the situation. As we didn't know how much she'd drunk (according to Little Miss, she'd had somewhere between 2 and 20 cup-fulls, or "a little bit"), we were advised to take her into the ER after a 4 hour wait (so that the medicine would be in her system long enough to show up on the test). So, at 7:30pm, off they headed to Overland Park Regional for the unintended Daddy-Daughter date. When the couple finally made it past the waiting room, there was much weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth as the nurses had to hold Scarlett down and draw blood for the test. They left a PICC line in just in case, which she was none too happy about. It took about 45 minutes or so to get the results back from the test, when we learned that Scarlett's blood level was at a 44 and toxicity level would've been at 118 (at which point in time, we'd be worried about severe liver problems and a host of other issues). As 118 would've been roughly half a bottle of children's tylenol (or 2 fl oz), we can tell that Scarlett drank a little less then a quarter of a bottle. I'm not sure what that would translate to in tequila shots, however.

Ya wanna know the biggest irony of the situation? The ginormous fit Ezra and Georgia threw when they weren't allowed to go with Spencer and Scarlett to the ER (Ezra kept on begging me to "please just be a nice mommy"). Apparently, they think it's *the* place to hang out on a Friday night. They were just so sure they were missing out on some great, exciting time. I explained over and over that all the trip involved was a heck of a lot of waiting and probably a shot or two. Spencer undid all my hard work, however, when he mused out loud that the occasional ER sighting of a bone sticking out of a limb is pretty exciting, actually.

For the worry warts among you, here's living proof that Scarlett survived to tell the tale.


Christmas this year was spent at home and filled with food, fun, and coordinating jammies.

Not to mention plenty of Richard Nixon-like enthusiasm to go around

(I know, I know, but I just couldn't resist. Can you blame a girl?)


In other news, we now have another Nursery graduate in the house. Yesterday, Georgia attended her very first Sunbeam class. We had missed the previous week since there was a bunch of sickies in my sister's house down in Amarillo so it was all new and fresh for Georgia. I was a tiny bit worried about her since she had such a slow warming to nursery, but she jumped in feet first. The draw of being Big Like Ezra was enough for her. The topics of sunbeams was discussed briefly in my 3rd hour youth class and I couldn't help but smile at the definition. How appropriate that little 3-4 year olds are described as rays of sunshine. Georgia definitely brings her own little ray of sunshine into our home.


I was going to post a current belly picture (I'm about 16 1/2 weeks), but ran out of motivation (not to mention I'm currently wearing one of Spencer's shirts, my hair isn't done, and I have no makeup on). However, I figured this was a decent-sized post without it. So, you get what you get and you don't get upset.

The End