Our Adventure called Life

Feb. 16, 2013 Big Boy                       Birth Stats                   18 Month Stats                       6lbs. 5.9oz                   24 lbs. (25% for weight)                         19 inches long             33 inches long (75% for height) 18 months out from delivering this tiny little guy, I can still think back to that morning and remember every emotion, the smell of the hospital hallway, the fear of the unknown, and the relief of seeing my Dr. stroll through the door hours before her shift was scheduled to begin. The first few weeks after that day are hazy.  I was doing a lot of nursing and loving, but not a lot of sleeping.  These days we're all sleeping all night, keeping busy all day, and I'm locking each and every memory deep into my brain.   Little P is trending long and lean!  We keep expecting a significant weigh gain as this kid eats almost all day.  As soon as he wakes up in the morning he wants to eat.  We start out with Cheerios whi

Hello Beaver Creek Music and our love for the GREAT outdoors – A common bond that Scott and I quickly connected over when we met in 2007.   That next winter we headed west to hit the slopes and freeze our lungs as we skied down mountain peaks at a speed that would make most people’s knees shake.   It became a wintery tradition.   We found out we were pregnant with our little Dumplin after we had booked a ski trip to Tahoe in 2011.   Seeing how we didn’t want to eat our words “kids aren’t going to change who we are” off we went.   So I guess you could say we weren’t completely surprised when we booked a trip to Vail, CO this past winter only to discover a few weeks later that I was pregnant (clearly booking ski trips get me pregnant).   Beautiful While well aware of the risks associated with downhill skiing while pregnant, I am also aware there are risks driving a car while pregnant, walking on a sidewalk alongside a busy street while pregnant, or eating unpasteurized che

Getting ready for baby (2011) Preparing for Baby #2 is so much different than preparing for #1.   It’s kind of like getting ready to board a 747 to Europe.   I know the ride is going to be long, bumpy, and at times uncomfortable.   But I also know that once the plane lands and the jet lag wears off, I’ll be ready to explore this new land (or tiny person) and enjoy every second of the trip (or lifetime in this case). A few popular questions I have received thus far; Have your dreams revealed the gender of the baby? With Paisley, before I was out of my first trimester, I dreamed about my perfect little blue eyed boy.   Sure enough, the ultra-sound later revealed a perfect little boy and upon his birth the bluest eyes you ever did see.   This time around I have dreamt about a boy and a girl (no, there are NOT twins in there).   I have felt sicker this time around, but that could be because I am chasing a very busy toddler while growing a new baby.   I have to say I “feel” lik

Tuesday morning (Dec. 4th) as Scott got ready for work, I stayed in bed and thought about what would happen in the next few minutes.  He had no idea the moment he left for work, I would take a pregnancy test in which I was already sure would be positive.  There was no reason for me to even suspect I was pregnant.  If I did test positive, I wouldn't even be 4 weeks yet.  I wasn't sure if these cheap tests could even detect pregnancy at such an early stage.  But, I knew I needed to take one and see if it was positive.  It was (insert shriek and shaking hands). I was excited and scared all at the same moment.  Little did Scott know we were about to begin another wild ride, only this time we were taking a toddler with us.  I debated calling Scott, showing up at his work, or even sending him a text that said "pregnant."  OK, I wasn't going to send him a text, but the thought was kind of funny. Paisley was the only person I told.  I asked him if he wanted mommy to

The View from the Top I’ve had a billion blog topics floating around in my head as of lately…but figured I should play catch-up first.   The Christmas season was a mix of sadness and hope.   As I’ve mentioned previously, we buried my Grandfather on Christmas Eve.   The sadness was intertwined with grains of hope…as Scott and I had a secret.   A tiny secret that would take its first breath come August.   Love In one of the last coherent days I had with my grandfather, I walked into his room and he clasp his hands together and said “you’re pregnant!”   At the time, the thought of me being pregnant had never crossed my mind.   I thought it was his dementia talking.   I laughed and said, “not me!”   He mentioned it 2-3 more times during my visit with him and when I was leaving, he said, “you take care of that baby girl,” and pointed to my stomach.   I laughed again and sadly thought maybe he had me confused with someone else?   Fast forward to now….he was right.   I won’t know