There is a Childs baby boy mold...
"Greg copy and paste"
If it weren't for the blankets, I'm not sure you'd know who was who... (thanks Mom).
June 11, 2009
They're ba-ack!
My ankles that is.
Not much else is back to normal, but the bod is on it's way to recovery. And for today, I will take pleasure in having my bony ankles back from the bloated swollen last days of pregnancy. I won't even grimace about the mid region...yet...we'll give that a little more time (or a lot...cause we all know it's never ever the same).
Most days I feel like I'm moving through mud. My vocabulary has been reduced to only a few words. I just can't seem to get my head out of the fog to converse with more than a few words. Getting dressed is a major accomplishment. Getting showered, dressed and ready for the day usually needs rewarded by a nap. Seriously, I have to sit down after I get ready because I'm exhausted. Weird how you forget these things when you have a three year laps between children.
I finally got around to downloading some more photos from my camera...only to discover that a lovely finger print was on my lens, thus obscuring a portion of all my recent photos...urggg...little fingers. I'm sad that Crew's blessing day was such a wirlwind that I didn't get all the photos I wanted. Really, I didn't get any. I snapped a couple after I had buckled him in his car seat on the way out the door and then by the time we got home and fed the little guy everybody had changed and was out on their way to the park. Next time I will have to ask someone to be the official blessing day photographer because neither Greg or I kept up with that responsibility.
Anyway, here's a few recent pics.
The only blessing photo we got...can't even see his cute outfit. We'll have to recreate the day and snap a few photos for posterity. (The cute blanket is the handywork of my mom.)
At the request of Tonya (Greg's sis) we took this quickie family photo...Crew wasn't too into it.
Cole watching morning cartoons with his bro.
Sunday afternoon naps. 
Not much else is back to normal, but the bod is on it's way to recovery. And for today, I will take pleasure in having my bony ankles back from the bloated swollen last days of pregnancy. I won't even grimace about the mid region...yet...we'll give that a little more time (or a lot...cause we all know it's never ever the same).
Most days I feel like I'm moving through mud. My vocabulary has been reduced to only a few words. I just can't seem to get my head out of the fog to converse with more than a few words. Getting dressed is a major accomplishment. Getting showered, dressed and ready for the day usually needs rewarded by a nap. Seriously, I have to sit down after I get ready because I'm exhausted. Weird how you forget these things when you have a three year laps between children.
I finally got around to downloading some more photos from my camera...only to discover that a lovely finger print was on my lens, thus obscuring a portion of all my recent photos...urggg...little fingers. I'm sad that Crew's blessing day was such a wirlwind that I didn't get all the photos I wanted. Really, I didn't get any. I snapped a couple after I had buckled him in his car seat on the way out the door and then by the time we got home and fed the little guy everybody had changed and was out on their way to the park. Next time I will have to ask someone to be the official blessing day photographer because neither Greg or I kept up with that responsibility.
Anyway, here's a few recent pics.
The only blessing photo we got...can't even see his cute outfit. We'll have to recreate the day and snap a few photos for posterity. (The cute blanket is the handywork of my mom.)
At the request of Tonya (Greg's sis) we took this quickie family photo...Crew wasn't too into it.
Cole watching morning cartoons with his bro.
Sunday afternoon naps. 
May 24, 2009
Crew Greyson Childs Arrives
Family of three about to become family of four...
on our way to the hospital Wednesday, May 20
on our way to the hospital Wednesday, May 20
Suiting up. (one size fits all).
The big reveal. 1:02 p.m.
Getting weighed and measured. 6.12 lbs, 19 inches
Soaking in the sun in the well baby nursery while Mom recovers.
Soaking in the sun in the well baby nursery while Mom recovers.
"In love" all over again...
What does a guy have to do for a little shampoo?...
Big Brother
Big Brother
Blue is for boy.
Father and son.
Ready to roll "bro."
Las Vegas' youngest Elvis impersonator.
Brothers.
May 16, 2009
What a difference a boat makes
From this...
To this...
And a few fleeting happy moments in between.
And we're done...for this year anyway. We'll work on the swim skills this summer, but Greg definitely deserves the gold medal for patience (and maybe a neck massage for all those death grip holds Cole inflicted).
Cole's still afraid he'll sink, but all in all our perseverance week after week was worth it.
To this...
And a few fleeting happy moments in between.
And we're done...for this year anyway. We'll work on the swim skills this summer, but Greg definitely deserves the gold medal for patience (and maybe a neck massage for all those death grip holds Cole inflicted).Cole's still afraid he'll sink, but all in all our perseverance week after week was worth it.
May 12, 2009
Lookie me, so craftie
Copied this idea from Etsy.com Turned out pretty good. Can't wait to take cute pics with the boys. EIGHT MORE DAYS!
(Posting my handmades is so self indulgent, I know. But really I'm so proud of myself anytime I attempt new projects and when one actually gets completed, well now there IS cause for some congratulation --- even if it is me patting my own back...I should post a pic of all the unfinished stuff I've started and never completed, now that's what usually happens...must be nesting or somthin'?!)
May 08, 2009
Pretty Packages
I wish I could go on a long sweaty run. I need to get rid of some of my anxiety. I really truly miss my morning time alone with my iPod and tennis shoes.
I think my physical fatigue is giving way to my faith. I'm feeling apprehensive and quite honestly a little scared about this baby's birth. I'm tired. I know I'll make my way to a sane place, but these early morning hours really do make me question.
I love pretty packages. You know the ones where the packaging is almost better than the gift. Pretty bows and flowers and little attentions to details that make you not want to open the gift for fear of ruining the wrap job. That's how I wish I could see the future. Like a pretty package. I want the bow on top. I want the tidy, neat and pleasing presentation before my eyes. Alas, sometimes all I see is a hasty gift bag thrown together with a little tissue from a past gift and no card.
I'm not sure if my little metaphor is actually making sense, but anyhow...today I feel anxious. And really why? There's not much I can do but just live it and make sense of it as I go along.
Yesterday I found myself bravely saying "So what. So X happens, So Y happens. So what. It will happen or not and we'll figure it out." See, how can I be so brave one min. and so doubting the next? Add in a little irrational hormone here or there and now you can see why I can't seem to sleep past 3 a.m.
The sun is coming up. The baby is moving. I hear footsteps upstairs. It's time to get a start on the day.
I think my physical fatigue is giving way to my faith. I'm feeling apprehensive and quite honestly a little scared about this baby's birth. I'm tired. I know I'll make my way to a sane place, but these early morning hours really do make me question.
I love pretty packages. You know the ones where the packaging is almost better than the gift. Pretty bows and flowers and little attentions to details that make you not want to open the gift for fear of ruining the wrap job. That's how I wish I could see the future. Like a pretty package. I want the bow on top. I want the tidy, neat and pleasing presentation before my eyes. Alas, sometimes all I see is a hasty gift bag thrown together with a little tissue from a past gift and no card.
I'm not sure if my little metaphor is actually making sense, but anyhow...today I feel anxious. And really why? There's not much I can do but just live it and make sense of it as I go along.
Yesterday I found myself bravely saying "So what. So X happens, So Y happens. So what. It will happen or not and we'll figure it out." See, how can I be so brave one min. and so doubting the next? Add in a little irrational hormone here or there and now you can see why I can't seem to sleep past 3 a.m.
The sun is coming up. The baby is moving. I hear footsteps upstairs. It's time to get a start on the day.
May 02, 2009
Blog2Print
So, its 5:35 a.m. on Saturday and I've already been up for 2 1/2 hrs. I guess my body is just prepping me for those interrupted nights I'll be experiencing in a few weeks.
Waking up in the early a.m. gives me a few hours alone with my thoughts. It's been nice. Today I decided I needed to write in my journal, so I crept down stairs and grabbed my neglected little journal (I'm still working in the same book I started 6 months after I was married) and hand wrote an entry. I know, crazy...I used my own penmanship. I was thinking one day I should convert my journal to an electronic file, but for now I enjoy the scrawl of my handwriting across the page.
I left a blank page before I started my entry. It just didn't seem right to start on the very next page as my last entry because so much has happened since then, so I left a blank page, then started today's entry.
What should I put on the blank page? The thought plagues me. What could I put that would suffice all that has transpired? Why do I care now? There are so many gaps in the written account of my personal history, why is this recent laps more important to go back to and record?
Should I just write... "Lots of stuff has happened...see my blog and Facebook status updates for more." A quick cross link should take care of things in this digital age, right? I mean really, what should I fill that blank page with? Seems an injustice to just skip to today.
So now I'm on the computer thinking, I'll just insert all my blog entries, that should catch it up. I Google "printing your blog" and up comes Blog2Print. Seems easy enough. Anybody ever done it?
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