Thursday, December 31, 2009

Resolutions

I, Internet, am no quitter.*


Earlier today, I decided to, as my New Year's Resolution, tackle this mountain of clean laundry before midnight:
Do not envy me because of the exciting life I lead.

Then a very helpful friend reminded me that New Year's Resolutions are things we resolve to do differently, or improve, in the new year.

So, I present, my Retroactive New Year's Resolutions for 2009. You can, too, do that!

Anyway, in no particular order:

Have a baby.

Check.
Make some cakes.


Check. Check.
Fold, iron, and put away everything within my laundry basket.

I'm down to ironing four pairs of pants and folding a few towels.
Check.

Learn to crochet.

Check.

Have surgery on my unmentionables.


(No picture for this one. You're welcome.)

Check.

Play in the snow.

Check.

Become an aunt. Again. And again.


Check. And check.

So, as you can see, I have had quite the successful year.

Here's to hoping I accomplish just as much in 2010. I'll post those resolutions next year.

Maybe.


Happy New Year!













*Except when whatever I'm doing gets really hard.


Or just hard.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Wordless Wednesday- Images From Christmas








Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas!

I hope you are enjoying this day. The two videos I'm posting are vastly different from each other, but I love them so much!

The first is lighthearted, the second is moving. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

Christmas in a Nutshell from Dan Stevers on Vimeo.






Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Christmas Cupcakes

You've probably seen these before, but I just had to try them. Made them yesterday. I can't wait for all the kids to see them. I'll be taking them to my brother's house tomorrow.

Hopefully his kids and mine will love them. As always, everything is edible. Well, except for the globes! But the "snow" inside them is edible... does that count for anything?

Merry Christmas!






Just in case you haven't seen them, the globes are those cute little Coke bottles they sell at Wal-Mart each Christmas.
The mini coke bottles that the bears are holding are gummi bottles, and the signs are fondant and candy canes.


Monday, December 21, 2009

I'm An Aunt! Again! This Month!

This past Friday, December 18, my sil checked into the hospital at 3 am to have labor induced. When she got there she was already dilated to 3 cm. This being her fourth baby, we all thought we'd be snuggling my new niece by 10 am, at the latest.

We couldn't be more wrong.

They did everything they usually do to get labor started, and put in her epidural. Around ten-thirty her water broke on its own. All that was left was the waiting.

We waited. And texted.

And waited. And checked Facebook.*

And waited. And looked at pictures on our phones.

BTW, the above three pictures were taken at the same time. My brother, his mil, and his fil were all playing with their phones at the same time. A sign of the times... but I digress.
Each time the doctor (my doc... my sil's doc... her mom's doc... her other sil's doc... my neighbor's doc... he's pretty good) or the nurses checked her, there had been no progress. They'd increase her pitocin to get the contractions stronger, then decrease it to let her uterus rest... on and on it went. She was getting tired, and definitely frustrated.

Around 2:45 pm the nurse checked again, and sil was still only dilated to 3 cm. The "C" word was thrown out there, but since the doc wasn't around, nothing was done. I headed home to feed Chubs.
I got back to the hospital just before 4, and the doc still hadn't gotten there. He walked in at 4:15 and checked her again... still 3 cm. Nobody, including him, had expected this from her fourth delivery, especially since the previous 3 had progressed so quickly.

He said he didn't know why, but the baby would not drop, and so there was no pressure on the cervix to help it dilate. Each time they checked her, the baby would float away. He said it could be because her head was cocked to the side or that the umbilical cord could possibly be wrapped around her neck. He thought it best to do a c-section. He really didn't think it safe to let my sil labor for hours more, and get into a dangerous situation and have to do an emergency c-section. He'd rather do it before it became absolutely necessary.

Understandably, my sil was upset. So was my brother. We all were. They were both scared, and we were scared for them. But worse, it just killed me to see their hearts hurting.

They took doc's advice, and baby Courtlyn was out at 4:54 pm. Poor sil was in labor for almost 15 hours. That's as long as I was in labor with my first!
Turns out, the cord was wrapped around the baby's neck twice.

My brother stayed in the OR with my sil until they brought her back down to her room.
The nurses brought the baby in to weigh, measure and care for her... so we all greedily feasted our eyes on this beautiful girl until her mommy and daddy got back to the room!
8 pounds, 8 ounces, 21 inches long!
Everyone was crowding around the bassinet, taking pictures with our phones to send out to those who couldn't be there, and making silly faces and googly eyes at the baby.

She was just the calmest, sweetest, quietest little thing.

Except for all the sucking! Baby Girl loves her fingers! You could hear her sucking them from the time they wheeled her in.

She was really working that tongue, too. She's such a sweet little baby.

According to eyewitness accounts, her daddy cried like a little girl in the delivery room. It's okay, though. He did all four times. Hubs has cried with all of ours, too. It's so sweet.

When it was time for her first bath, she acted like she wasn't crazy about it, but didn't want to make a fuss. The nurse wrapped her up in two blankets and began washing her hair. Courtlyn just layed back and acted like it was a day at the salon.
She went at the ta-ta like she'd been nursing for months. She's a champion nurser already.

Her brothers and sister fell instantly in love...

And were arguing about who got to hold her next, and the longest, and yada-yada-yada, as only little kids can.

John & Courtney, Congratulations!

And you better count your kids after I leave. I'm probably going to stick her in Cavan's diaper bag and take her home with me. Oh, how I miss having a newborn. Gigantor doesn't make little baby noises anymore. He makes great big giant baby noises.

*But not me, because I, apparently, am the last person in the free world who doesn't have an I-Phone. Mine can't even accurately be called an A-Phone. It's more like the kind that is encased in a bag and has a rotary dialer.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

WARNING: LOTS OF ADORABLE BABY-BOY CUTENESS AHEAD

But before we get to that, have you ever been to Buc-ees?

Have you ever heard of Buc-ees?
My friends, it's the stuff dreams are made of.

Our whole crew loaded up yesterday and headed to Houston bright and early (9-ish) to see new-nephew Harrison. On the way home last night, we stopped at Buc-ees to fill up and empty all the tanks that needed filling and emptying (there were quite a few, I assure you) and decided to get a little snack for the rest of the way home.

If you can't find something to satisfy your snacking requirements at Buc-ees, then you just aren't looking. They have more than you could ever ask or imagine, in terms of snack and beverage options.

I find it quite the dilemma: do I get roasted spiced nuts or fudge? I mean, I can't get them at home, and they both have their merits, but are worlds apart on the snacking spectrum. At that moment, I find I have TWO CRAVINGS. SALTY AND SWEET. Tell me, what do you do in a situation such as that?

You get both.

And you make sure your children DO NOT SEE THEM. So that you can stealthily enjoy your nuts and fudge (SALTY AND SWEET, BABY! SALTY AND SWEET!) in the dark car on the way home. But then your 3 year-old little boy hears the paper nut-wrapper, and immediately confiscates the rest.

It's okay, though. The fudge was packed in noiseless paper boxes. They have 298 flavors of fudge, and I have made it one of my New Year's Resolutions to try them all by year's end. I believe in the importance of snacking goals. And if my mind can dream it, and my heart can believe it, then I can achieve it.

And I still have some of that fudge waaaaaaaaay high up in the pantry. Dulce de leche and turtle cheesecake.

I KNOW.

Now back to the adorable baby-boy cuteness.
Harrison is quite the little bundle of baby yummy-ness. He has that sweet little brand-new-baby smell.
Oh, helpmehelpmehelpmehelpmehelpme.
My uterus hurts.

Here's Christian in the background, trying to steal Harrison's thunder. (Please ignore the fact that I failed to put on lipstick before Hubs took the picture.)

(And my eybrows.)

(I don't put lipstick on my eyebrows. I meant don't look at them. They need a little help.)

And here's Cullen, just trying to steal Harrison's carseat. He's trying to get Chubs to look cute and distract us.
Hubs is trying to reassure Chubs that he is still the numero uno baby in my life.

"Whatchoo talkin' 'bout a new baby? I'M the new baby. Harrison who?"

"You're kidding, right? This is a joke, right?"

"Where'd he come from???"

"I'm still the baby of the family, right? RIGHT?"

"I'm only here seven months, and somebody is already taking MY place as baby of the family???"

"Are you hearing this?"

"But I'M the baby."

(whispers) "I'm the baby."

"At least I can count on my big Stister to love me."
"HER, TOO???"

Like I told the rest of the fam, I still think that baby Harrison got Rick's looks. Especially since Kelsey still has hers.
Congratulations Rick and Kelsey! He's beautiful!

P.S. I think the Lord deserves a handclap of praise for the fudge at Buc-ees. And if the good people at Buc-ees want to bless me with some more, well, I'll just be that much closer to reaching my fudge-related goals.

P.P.S. Courtney, it would really help me out a lot if you could have your baby on Tuesday. I'm just sayin'. So get after it. Think thin and open.

P.P.P.S. That's probably creating a visual most people don't need.

P.P.P.P.S. But it's my blog, and I'll create whatever visuals I want.

And on that note, I do believe I'll go to bed.