Sunday, January 13, 2013

Little Bootsie Toots


 Hello to my little blogging world and my dear blogging bff's,
I have a perfectly legitimate explanation for my lapse. She's about 15 lbs and toots...a lot. I am hopelessly in love with my little Bootsie baby. She is so soft and cuddly. She's 5 months old now but I can't remember my life before her...wait, yes I can. I had a lot more sleep and actually sat through a whole meal. But I wouldn't trade her for all the naps in the world.
I love being a mommy more than anything and Nate is such a good daddy. I'm not his #1 girl anymore, I've been dropped down to 2nd place...and I'm ok with that. Below is pictures from the last five months.



Nap time with mommy.
Tummy time. This is also the picture that sparked the  rumors that Legolas (the elf from Lord of the Rings) was Boots' biological father. The rumors have been neither confirmed nor denied.

Sweet baby

Little chunky cheeked baby.

Looking at daddy on his birthday.


Meeting grandpa.

With the cousins on her blessing day.

Modeling for mommy.

Pig wrestlin"!


Pig eatin'!

Happy Halloween!

Mommas little candy corn!

Cousins!

More cousins!

Boots really wanted a hat like Quinns. I didn't have the heart to tell her.

Gobble gobble!

I don't know if she's kissing me or eating me. I'd like to think its slimy kisses.

It's tough being wittle!

Talking to daddy.

Apparently I don't feed my child enough. Them toes sure are good eatin'.

Sick but still rocking out her Christmas dress.

Oh, she suffers.

She doesn't even know why she's crying.

Polka dots are the new "cool."

Chillin' with Broby her bff.

Quinn is sharing his playpen.

Look what I found under the Christmas tree!

Merry Christmas!

I love this baby girl so much. It really doesn't get better than this.

Gettin' ready to slop the hogs and haul some hay in our bibs.


Well, as you can see, life has be great for our little family. We are happy, healthy and together...life is good.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Nipples and Boots


I have recently been told that I have perfect nipples (by a professional lactose consultant). Yes my blogging BFF's, it's true. I'm going to pause for a moment and let you put that image in your mental pipe and smoke it for a minute....................................
I'd never thought about nipples before but when you have a crying, whining baby it sure is a nice weapon to pull out of the mommy arsenal, and I use this weapon often. Don't judge me.

I suppose I should officially announce the arrival of my chubby little baby girl. To make a long story short, after many blurry hours in labor (at which point I did yell at Nate, but he deserved it), and an awesome epidural, my little Bootsy arrived at 8 lbs 8 oz.

Let me tell you about my girl...she likes to cry. She's a big cry baby, literally. She has red/auburn hair, big chunky cheeks, a perfect little doll mouth, long fingers and she looks like a little mini-me. Seriously, this kid doesn't look like Nate at all. I didn't realize my genes were so powerful. I AM ALL POWERFUL!!!! Whoops, did I say that out loud?

Nate says she looks like my dad. I think she looks like my brother.  Either of those are awesome images for me as I look down at her face while she's breastfeeding.

We've already had our first onesie casualty, a moment of silence please. Who came up with the idea of white onesies anyway?

And so I present "The Arrival of Boots":

Week 40, the night I went into labor (and didn't know it)
I'd like to thank Nate for this photo
First time holding my baby (I wasn't able to hold her in the hospital, long story)
Chunky little nakey baby
Wearing her little wife-beater onsie
My little red-headed sweetheart
And so now Nate and I have taken the next step in our life. No more will we be able to watch a complete movie in one sitting. No more sleeping...at all. I've already been pooped on and I didn't throw up. Nate is awesome, especially at night. He is up with Boots more than I am. This baby girl has her daddy wrapped around her cute little finger.

Don't you just want to squeeze those chunky little cheeks? No touchy! Those are mine! And I squeeze them ALL the time

Thursday, August 2, 2012

The best way to promote abstinence....pregnancy!


The best way to promote abstinence is pregnancy. A truer statement has never been said. I know this from personal experience...oh, that's right I haven't shared that little secret to my blogging world. After many years of marriage and a little heartbreak, Nate and I are excited to announce that we are expecting our own little crying machine.

Our nickname for the baby is Boots. Boots is due today...but apparently didn't get the memo. So now we're playing the waiting game. It might be awhile, I still have a baby bum shoved up in my ribs and a little sharp baby heel sticking out of my side. Let me tell you that spicy food, walking or pineapple don't really help. Wait, let me be a little more specific. Pineapple doesn't help start labor, it's awesome for a night of clearing the bowels. I'm also going to add that pineapple is VERY acidic. Enough on that subject.
Baby Boots: Thunder Cat or Whoo from Whooville?
15 Weeks: Fighting back horrible morning sickness.







37 Weeks: Setting up for baby
39 Weeks: Really, Boots? I don't think my belly can take much more.
video
Video of Boots dancing (the biggest movements are around 21 seconds)

People keep staring at my belly and I hear the occasional "Wow, she is big."  I am fortunate that the only thing that has really grown is my belly, that's not to say that my chicken thighs haven't become turkey thighs.

Anyway, I figure that's enough of a news for now. I'll keep you updated as things happen. You're more than welcome to guess the date of arrival.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Knock, knock...anyone still out there in my little blogging world? Will you forgive me for not blogging in 5 months? Come on, I've got some good stuff to share...ah, now I've got your attention.

First of all, last May we moved to NY. I know, I didn't tell anyone but Arizona wasn't coming together for us so in a little thought out plan we packed up and drove across the country to find ourselves in a little town in upstate New York. And we love it here. It's beautiful and the air is so fresh and clean. There are apple orchards all over and little road side stands that sell fresh vegetables.
The first few weeks after we arrived, Nate and I would drive around the countryside and just enjoy how lovely it was. We fell in love with a little corner of the valley that had sprawling pastures, green hills and mountains covered with beautiful trees. We wanted to much to find a little place of our own in that little area but the chances were slim.
After a short time, we both found jobs and were soon given callings in the little church branch.
We had a little house that we had fallen in love with but we soon realized that the possibility of getting a loan and purchasing it was not going to happen. I kind of gave of hope on the house but Nate was heartbroken. It was a little hunting cabin that had been added to. It needed a lot of work but Nate and I wanted it the moment we drove up the driveway. We didn't see all the work that needed to be done. We saw a garden in the front blooming with wildflowers. On cold nights in the winter, we visualized a roaring fire in the fireplace and curling up together with a good book. We would be able to go hiking in our own woods. And it was in the little corner of the valley that we loved.
Nate never gave up on the place. To make a long story short, the house went to auction and in a few minutes of torture (while the auction was going on) which turned into moments of disbelief when Nate's bid won (what the hell did we just do?), we owned the house.

This is the day we officially signed all the papers. Our little dream had come true. Now the work was to begin.

I'm not going to show all the pictures right now. I'd like to do "before" and "after" pictures once we are done. But I will give you a little taste of what we have on our hands.
This is the "great" room. We're going to make it into the master bedroom because we like the lighting and location of the room. I can tell you that almost the whole house is covered in some of the most horrible wallpaper I've ever seen. Wallpaper removal is a miserable job. The one room in the house that doesn't have wallpaper is painted peptobismal (sp?) pink with turquoise molding and accents.

Here is my cute little country kitchen. I plan to repaint it but I want to keep the charm of it.

It's a simple little house that some people might find small and plain but for us it was just what we were looking for and the best part is there are no scorpions (big problem when we were looking at houses in Arizona).








This is the bunk house in the back. If you ever come visit us, this will be where you stay. And that little swing is where Nate and I plan to sit on warm days, drinking lemonade and watching our children play in the meadow.

So, there you go. My first little bit of what is going on with us. I will be updating with more good stuff in the days to come.