Serve with a vegetable and enjoy. Our green beans were from the garden this year! Thanks, Dad!
Wednesday, September 30
Serve with a vegetable and enjoy. Our green beans were from the garden this year! Thanks, Dad!
Monday, September 28
Sunday, September 27
Phew! I am so glad that neither of those are still up in the air. Here are a few pictures of the place we will call home for the next few years:
This is the view...of the place we stayed last night. Not our new home...but what a view, huh?
Our new front door...
the nook again...
the new teensy kitchen--but notice the big pantry....
the half bath....
the master bedroom...
Thursday, September 24
boxes (these are strategically placed so the Peanut can't mess with the stereo),
and, yep, you guessed it--more boxes.
How the heck do you pack lamps?
I have only ever moved across the county, and things like lamps and pictures got thrown (not THROWN, but you know what I mean) in the back of someones car for the ten+ trips being made back and forth between old home and new home. When you move 300 miles away, you pretty much have one shot and you better pack it good, otherwise you are either replacing it or doing without. I prefer not to do either.
(Daddy and Grandpa LOVE Fantasy Football and have taught me "Touchdown")
Wednesday, September 23
I won't miss the record breaking temps this summer (no central AC), but I will miss swimming and spending time at my parents, taking the Peanut for walks in the morning, being able to cook outside without the ever present rain, and getting fresh produce from my parent's garden. Of course this is even more bittersweet as this will be our last summer with family close by...at least for a while. God willing, we will come back--and hopefully sooner rather than later! But as I was cooking dinner tonight, all my thoughts were swirling around this and all our changes that are coming. It made me sad to think that this was one of our last days of summer menu dinners (even though I lack creativity when planning them) so I thought I would take a picture, as you know they last longer. ;)
Sunday, September 20
Tuesday, September 15
Sunday, September 13
Thursday, September 10
Let me back up...she kindly and generously offered to help with the Peanut's birthday party. It was at my parent's home, because they have more room and let's face it, our house is a disaster right now with the big move coming up. Prior to the party, she told me more than once, "Just let me know what you want me to do." So I did. With just a handful of days before the party, I called her and gave her a laundry list of things I needed her to help with, including three different things I wanted her to make for the menu. This was in addition of course to the list of their own things they wanted to do such as cleaning their house, getting the normal upkeep of yard work done, and setting up a big outdoors tent to accommodate everyone outside. This is because God has a sense of humor and we had had like 67 days straight of sun prior to the party (very abnormal here for summertime) but on the day OF the party, we had rain showers--AND it was cold. Did I mention my Mom also works full time? All that to say, my Mom (and Dad) were a great deal of help for the party.
Stay with me here, there is a point to this. So as I was "helping" the Peanut open her gifts at the party, my mom got me. When I say "got me" I mean, she got one past me, yet AGAIN. I guess when you are talking about me, that's not saying much. It's pretty easy to pull the wool over my eyes. Between work and helping me with my details of the party, she also made this amazing and wonderful fabric ABC book for the little Peanut:
(Insert the Peanut's name at the top--it's been removed to protect the innocent.) Sorry for the lack of focus-- still trying to figure out the manual settings on the camera after a YEAR.
Of course I would love to show each of the pages, but I tried to narrow it down to some of my favorites...although each page/letter is special in and of itself.
This is Peanut's favorite page--Grandma's too. Coincidence? I think not--the Peanut gets hiccups like Grandma too.
With little beads for the spots.
I love that pumpkin, not just because that is one of the many nicknames for Peanut, but it reminds me of Cinderella, my favorite fairy tale.
You know that Pink and Brown is the new black and white. :)
So, so sweet.
How cute are those giraffes?
There's the hippo's tongue!
Ribbons to tie on the giraffes neck...
A zipper to zip...
...there's his tongue too!
Aqua Negra Marinade
1 cup soy sauce
2 cups pineapple juice (frugal tip: save your juice from your tidbits and rings and freeze until needed)
2 tablespoons cumin
2 teaspoons garlic, minced
1/4 cup fresh lime juice
Mix ingredients and marinate your cut of meat for several hours to overnight. Grill meat as desired. Enjoy!
This recipe is linked to:
Life As Mom Ultimate Recipe Swap
Sunday, September 6
Her party, however, went well. MUCH to the help of my parents and husband. They all prop me up and make me look good. :) I think everybody got enough to eat (the Mexican theme seemed to be a hit) and the cake and ice cream was really good too.
Here are just a few of the highlights....
The cupcakes, or "pupcakes" as my niece calls them, turned out fabulous! I baked both chocolate and banana cupcakes with cream cheese frosting and DH's talented aunt made flower toppers at my request. I thought they turned out sooo pretty!
My mom purchased some exquisite bouquets at a local farmers market....lovely!
I didn't get a picture of the yummy food, but I did get one of my handsome grill master!
The Peanut finally had some ice cream today, but only after months of begging by my mom. Our little girl can really turn on the charm! Where do they learn that??!?!!
We had a lot of fun, but it was a L.O.N.G. day! We are very blessed to have such a wonderful family that loves and cares for our little Peanut.
Sunday, September 7, 2008—9:00 am
I woke up that morning and thought that perhaps my water had broken. I wasn’t sure and I certainly wasn’t having any contractions, so I got in the shower and got ready for the day. My mom and I were going to go shopping. I had about two weeks until The Peanut's due date (September 19) and there were some things I wanted to get finished before she arrived. There were some picture shelves at Ikea I wanted to purchase, so I could fill them with pictures of The Peanut that were sure to come. I also wanted to get to the grocery store because I had some casseroles I wanted to prepare and put in the freezer to make dinner time easier once we were home from the hospital. Meanwhile, DH and my Dad were going to finish up some jobs for my uncle at his rental and then that afternoon, we were going to barbecue and swim at my parents, as it was going to be hot.
I was thinking that maybe, just maybe, my water had broken. However this was my first baby and how could I be sure? So I called our birthing instructor. She told me to call my doctor and they would have me come in for a pH test. As it was Sunday, I called the doctor’s office and they paged the doctor on call to call me back. After talking with him, he told me to come in to the hospital and they would test me to be sure.
So off to the hospital we went. We got checked in and I told the nurse about my morning and she asked if I needed any pillows or some juice, as if I was going to be there for awhile. DH and I had heard all sorts of stories of moms and dads being sent home from the hospital because they went too early in the labor process. So we went to the hospital thinking they would send us home as I was not in any sort of active labor. Not so. Apparently once your water breaks, they keep you at the hospital to help “prevent infection.” We had my bags packed, however we didn’t think to bring them, as we didn’t think we would be staying.
We called my Mom and Dad and they went to our house to get my bags and camera and all the essentials we would need. Oh and did I mention DH and I had not eaten lunch? My Mom heard that and said they would take care of it. And so they did. They got to the hospital around 3:30 that afternoon and they had stopped by Albertson’s to get the provisions. This included the fried chicken meal from Albertson’s (chicken, slaw, and rolls) and in addition, but not limited to: beef jerky, grapes, yogurt, chips, Jujyfruits, cookies and the ever essential, Diet Coke with Lime. I also mentioned I wanted a burger, so my Dad went up to Burgerville (too long of a wait) and then Burger King down the street to get me a Whopper. Everybody tried to dissuade me from eating it, telling me I would get sick during labor, but I persisted and ate almost the entire thing. (Note: I did not get sick from eating the Whopper; however the onions did do a number on my heightened senses during the contractions. I could smell them on myself with all my labored breathing and it was di.scus.ting!)
Dr. C wanted to put me on Petocin right away; however DH and I decided that we would like to wait a while before jumping into that. Dr. C was very kind and respected our decision. During that time, I tried rotating on an exercise ball in an attempt to get The Peanut to turn around, as she was posterior. Little did we know that our little girl already had made up her mind and was not moving. Later, I tried to rest as we knew we had a long night ahead of us.
At this time, it had been nearly twelve hours since the presumed time that my water had broken and still no contractions, so Dr. C kindly persuaded us to start the Petocin. We agreed and that was all The Peanut needed. Once the drip had started I started to progress at a good rate. My Dad had brought his laptop to connect to the WiFi at the hospital in order to track his and DH's fantasy football. His laptop had his iTunes on it and he had Christmas music in his library, so he started up the Christmas music to help relax me during the first stages of labor. I know, but that’s me.
The Peanut and I were both progressing really well and I was well past the point of uncomfortable. I
Monday morning, September 8, 2008—1:00 am
DH followed my wishes and talked me out of an epidural. We settled on me having a shot of Fentinel through my IV to take the edge off through the pushing. And it was just enough to get me through. I started pushing just after one in the morning. I was so glad it was almost over. Or so I thought…
I was still pushing three hours later. I was extremely tired…exhausted actually. DH and my Mom were such troopers. They were with me every step of the way and such an encouragement, as were my nurse and Dr. C. I couldn’t have made it without them. Little Peanut finally joined us at 4:09 am weighing in at seven pounds and nine ounces and just as beautiful as we had imagined. She was finally here. We love her so, so much and she was and is still such blessing.
For any of you who have not had the pleasure of having children or are TERRIFIED of the labor process as I was: I never believed any of those mom's that said, "Oh you don't remember the pain....it's so worth it....don't worry....you forget all of that stuff...etc, etc, etc." Ladies, it is so true. It is a means to an end. I was the biggest skeptic and I can attest, you don't remember. Now, I do remember that it was difficult and that is was painful, but I couldn't describe to you WHAT it felt like. And your body recovers so quickly, it can only be a God thing.