And We're Back!

I know, I know, where have I been all your life?! You missed me didn't you...please say you did! 

We were in California!!! 

That's right, our little Juice Drop took her first flight to see her Uncle Troy and Aunt Carly (Travis' brother) in the great state of Cali for Thanksgiving! Before our little one came along a trip to the west coast sounded like a superb idea, then when she finally arrived I began second guessing how I was going to actually survive a plane ride and a week away from normalcy with an 8 week old. But we did it and with great success because our baby girl did a fabulous job and gracefully slept through it all. Can I just say, without being a bit biased at all, that our baby was the best baby on all of the flights?! No crying, no blow outs, slept when she wasn't eating...Ok, ok, now I'm just bragging, and it will all come back to bite me in the butt when I have to fly alone with this little girl come January; the tables may just turn.

I would love to stay and chat for a bit, tell you how amazing California was (because it truly was a wonderful vacation with beautiful sights that were seen and the best company we could ask for), however, I feel like my words won't do any justice (and neither will the future pictures). I'd rather wait until Travis is done editing so I can really share with you the awesomeness of this trip. Until then I leave you with this silly picture of a little girl who is sound asleep in her own bed (what?! my sweet baby is growing up way too fast!)


Flipping for Cloth

Yep, that's right, we've started cloth diapers! And I'm super excited! Who gets excited about something that will be soiled within hours and then have to be washed? It's me, it's me! Ask me how I feel about them in 5 months and I'll let you know if my opinion has changed :)

Maybe I'm super excited because they're just so darn cute. I know, it won't be so cute in a few hours when I have to change her diaper and then wash it but...I mean, just look at her...

Loving our Flip Diapers!

Confessions of a First Time Mom, Part Deux

I thought my post pregnancy hormones had settled down, then 6 weeks hit and it was like I got ran over by a freight train. All of a sudden my newborn wasn't so newborn-y anymore. She's like a little person now, waking up with a huge grin on her face to brighten my morning and coos telling me how her dreams were. So like I said 6 weeks hit and the waterworks began as I realized how fast my baby girl is growing before our eyes. I've caught myself on numerous occasions this week holding her a little longer before I put her in her bed for the night knowing another day down is another day she's older. I know this is perfectly okay but as I'm squeezing her I'm also bawling my eyes out! I begin to think of all the things I haven't done yet or things I told myself I would do and didn't do and now my chance has passed. 1. Likesuchas her baby book. I hadn't written in it at all! Now I forget a lot of what's happened. I opened the book the other day and on one of the pages I'm supposed to write about our first day and night home. What did we do when we got home? I have no idea!--this of course is something she is so desperately going to want to know 25 years from now! 2. Although I have a ton of pictures and a decent amount of videos I really wanted to be that mom who did weekly updates or made a cool montage of my daughter 10 years from now looking back on the past 10 years. I hope she can forgive me for not buying those blocks with the numbers and weeks/months on them and taking her picture each week. She'll be ok, right? 3. Or how about the fact that friends and family bought her adorable, too cute for words outfits she can't fit into any longer that she wore only once or not at all?! This makes me so terribly sad. I hated removing her newborn clothes from her dresser and I know in just a few weeks (because she's growing like a weed!) I'll have to do the same with her 0-3 months clothes. 4. I think the biggest reason why the tears won't stop is because I just need a little more of Jesus in my life right now. I've missed Him in a big way. I know He's been right beside me this whole time but I think I've forgotten to acknowledge His presence. I still see Him, especially in my daughter, but I haven't had (let's be honest) taken the time to sit at His feet and just talk with Him, tell Him how I'm feeling, what I'm going through, and ask His guidance on how I can be the best mom and wife, since this is exactly what He's called me to. Even as I type this I can hear Him telling me what I've been ranting and raving over above isn't what makes me the Mom I need to be to Anna. The baby book, the pictures, the super cute outfits will all fade away, and yeah, they're great for memories, but what really matters is the love I'm giving to Anna, those times that I do hold her a little longer, the moments I sit and talk with her, sing over her, play with her--those are going to be what she remembers. So if I'm crying this week over a baby book, a lack of pictures taken and videos recorded, and outgrown outfits I've totally missed the point. And I really don't think that's why I'm crying. My baby girl is growing up too fast and I don't know if I can handle it. How do you other mothers do it?! I think I know how...well at least this is what I'm going to do...I'm going to stop living in the past and instead enjoy every moment I have with Anna. Life isn't going to slow down for me so I should probably cut back on the tears (don't get me wrong, some tears are good :) because while I'm crying, she's growing, and I may just miss it due to blurry vision.

My little cross eyed beauty, on the day we went home from the hospital

Anna's most recent picture from 6 1/2 weeks. She's making America (and her Mama and Daddy) proud :)


She Ain't Afraid of No Ghost!

Anna's Halloween costume had been planned out even before she was born. Back in the spring Travis and I were at Old Navy perusing the baby section and found the most amazing onesie. Travis was a bit obsessed with Ghostbusters growing up. He had a huge box full of figurines, his dad and he would have Stay Puft Marshmallow Man fights using shaving cream, he had the soundtrack and every Saturday morning as his family would clean the house they'd rock out to the theme song, and his grandpa built him a dollhouse haunted house so his little ghostbusters could zap Slimer and his friends. So when I say a bit obsessed I mean he lived and breathed ghostbusters! A little ridiculous...but, oh, so cute :) We tried to stay away from buying clothes for Anna before she was born because we knew we'd get a ton from baby showers and hand me downs but we couldn't resist buying a Ghostbuster onesie that has in big letters "I ain't afraid of no ghost".. We knew right away she was going to wear it for Halloween and decided it was only fitting for Travis and me to be those ghosts she ain't afraid of!

P.S. Who remembers Slimer Hi-C? Hands down, the best drink ever!

P.S.S. I'll leave you with this little ditty: