2.20.2009
TGIF
I just love Fridays. I find that overall they just tend to feel better than just about any other day of the week on a fairly consistent basis, and just thinking about them gives me a giddy little burst of joy that makes my little world a better place. As a kid, we used to look forward with great anticipation for the TGIF evening programming that always seemed to please our TV-starved appetites (my parents were really good about limiting TV time... something that took me until my own mommyhood to appreciate... thanks mom!) I remember bowls of popcorn and blankets and pillows thrown everywhere in our cozy living room as we cuddled up by the fireplace and watched live TV for something like two hours straight. It was awesome. Now-a-days we tend to get our fill-o-Friday by basking in the light of making fun weekend plans and getting excited for 48 hours of non-stop daddy/hunk-o-burnin'-love time. Ya, we're big fans of Andrew, and we love the idea of having him home all weekend long. This weekend will be especially awesome because it will be our last weekend together for a short spell. Bright and early Monday morning the kids and I are off to New Hampshire for a long-overdue visit with my big sister Rachel and her adorable little crew. Rachel will be jetting off for a week full of work and I will be in charge of 7 sweet little kiddos six and under! It is going to be so much fun!!! Noah and Emma have already started packing! But-- we will miss Andrew a great deal, and so, we are planning to take full advantage of the weekend ahead. Andrew is off today at noon, and we are planning to get all of the errands and work out of the way post haste so we can free up the evening and weekend for non-stop fun. Things on the list so far: family grocery store trip. Andrew and I have so much fun shopping together. Mostly, we like to make little challenges (think splitting the list 50/50 and having a boys vs. girls speed challenge... or giving each other a limit, say $5, and each being in charge of making an awesome dessert/dinner/etc. plan that fits the budget and whets the appetite) I'm not so good at coming up with these, but Andrew never seems to fail when it comes to the fun, so I am looking forward to what he has up his sleeves for the store this week! Also, just the thought of walking the hallowed halls of Whole Foods fills my little world with light and happiness. They mean it when they say "feel good about where you shop..." ahhhh... We are also looking forward to a long morning together with our little buddies Eirik and Joren tomorrow! Noah has already got his full horse collection out and set up in anticipation of a wonderful morning with a friend who is truly as much of a horse-lover as he is. And Joren is just a little sweet ham and we are so excited for our waffle-fest with them tomorrow morning. To top it all off, our best friends the Marlers are going to be swinging back our way from (what I hope has been) a very successful house/car hunt in Ohio this week, and we get them all afternoon AND overnight!!! I also get to hang out with my new-found-friends tomorrow at a baby shower for one of the most incredible women I have ever met. Noah is also hoping to be able to squeeze in a HSM party with his buddy Max, and Andrew and I might just sneak off at some point for a kid-free meal here or there! All in all... this weekend is going to rock! Thank goodness it is Friday! Heavenly Father loves us a lot-- he sends a Friday every single week. I'm so grateful! :) Happy Friday to all of you out there... what are your weekend plans???
2.18.2009
Happy Birthday Dear Gracie!
Today is my super-cute niece Grace's birthday! She is three. What a great age and an adorable little lady. She is an adorable little girl who is the perfect mix of rough-and-tumble and princess and lace. I love her big hugs and her heart-breaker smiles. She is tall and mature for her age-- in face Emma has really enjoyed the hand-me-ups that have been sent her way from Grace lately! Emma and Grace are the cutest little friends. They have always enjoyed one another, but this Thanksgiving when her family came all the way from New Hampshire to spend Thanksgiving with us, the two of them really seemed to bond and enjoy one another on a whole new level. This made Christmas at their place even more wonderful. I loved hearing their little giggles emanate from the princess tents from Grandma Cherie and loved seeing all of the different combinations of princess attire they concocted from a great little dress-up set Grace had been given for Christmas. I even loved hearing the two of them band together and fight back against their pesky older brothers. I have to admit that I was a little proud of them for standing up for themselves! In a lot of ways Grace and Emma remind me of Rachel and I-- mom loves talking about how close we were as little girls. But, in some ways, Grace and Emma have it even better. They are only six months apart in age, so they will be even closer in that regard than Rachel and I were (we are almost three years apart in ago)-- we just need to move closer together and the two of them will have it made! So, happy, happy third birthday to Grace! I love her and am so grateful to be her aunt! I love this picture that Rachel posted on her blog. So sweet, and so very, very Grace!
Primarily Speaking
I am so excited! We've got an awesome primary in our ward. Andrew and I have had the great job of teaching the sunbeams for the past seven months. This has been especially special since January when little miss Emmaline joined our class. Recently I've been asked to serve as the primary president. I am so excited about the great opportunity to love and serve the children in our ward, and to work with some incredible leaders and teachers in the process! I know I am going to learn and grow so much, and I hope I don't completely destroy the program in the meantime! With the counselors and secretary, former leaders, teachers and other leaders in the organization there would be no way of that though. Hopefully they will all be patient with me as I learn! This years theme is "My Eternal Family", isn't that wonderful? The church's mission really is to support and assist families in coming unto Christ, so I love that this is the entire focus of the primary this year. So, who has fun ideas? Does anyone have good sites or ideas to share?
2.12.2009
Cry me a river...
-OR- just come play in the river that is making its way through our back yard. It's been raining pretty much non-stop for two days here in Michigan and our backyard is FULL of water. It is so sad because all Noah wants to do is go out and play in the water. Tuesday I did let the kids go out and play with friends in the back because the snow had melted and the tramp and swingset were just TOO alluring... but the puddles then were only a fraction of what they are now. I am not kidding when I say that they could probably drown in our little back yard pond. If it were summer, I would totally let them go splash around and have some fun. For one things, it wouldn't be as cold then, and for another I could just hose them down before they came inside (thus not tracking the wet mud up the steps, all through the kitchen, and over the beautiful cream carpet on the way to the shower...) I shouldn't be sad though. We really are blessed in this house-- and the yard really is my favorite part. After being "cooped up" inside our little yardless apartment in Kirksville for two years, it is awesome to have a huge, fully fenced back yard for the kids to run and play in, and a great big front yard with flower gardens to boot. But today they are full of rainwater, so we will watch our little river, or pond, or whatever it is from the window and dream of warmer, dryer days to come.
2.08.2009
It's official
I'M A MORON!!!
There are many, many things that I have done in my life that are embarrassing. I honestly stopped counting a long time ago because there are so very many. So many, in fact, that attempting to classify my follies is something like unto trying to classify my all-time-favorite classic films; daunting and, I think, pointless in the end.
My favored method for dealing with the ridiculous life I tend to lead is denial. I mean, how embarrassing are things REALLY if you just refuse to accept that they actually happened to you? Blocking out spending an entire major presentation with ones A-line skirt's zipper undone is WAY easier than dealing with it. Laughing about the "special" moments is another great trick of the trade. I found great relief in chucking myself to sleep the other night with my husband while retelling the embarrassment of emailing all of our local friends to encourage them to come out to playgroup despite the sub-zero temperatures last Thursday morning only to arrive and find that the playgroup coordinator was out sick and the church building was locked up with no one coming who had keys to unlock it-- then having to leave everyone bundled in their cars for almost 1/2 an hour while I feverishly went to get keys from someone who had them... really embarrassing, but also mildly humorous in retrospect, right?
BUT- there are a few memorable experiences which, try as I might, I just cannot block out or even laugh at. Losing the top portion of my red cross tankini bathing suit after proudly completing a perfect 1 1/2 flip and dive off the high dive at our local pool during the lifesaving graduation party is one of those that--12 years later-- still makes my stomach turn and face burn when I think about it. Falling asleep in-- what I thought was our cabin's front bedroom-- the first day at a resort full of identical cabins on a trip with the in-laws a while back only to be awakened hours later by complete strangers-- IN MY UNDERGARMENTS-- only to realize that I had fallen asleep in the cabin a row back is another sickening memory that, try as I might, I fail to see the humor in. I mean there are things that are funny-- locking yourself out of your car and having to use the courtesy phone to call AAA for help two weeks in a row from your grocery store- kinds funny. Letting morning sickness get the better of you in a prominent aisle of the same grocery store with three wild kids running around and a basket full of groceries and being asked to wait by the mess to avert anyone tripping in it while the store associate goes to look for help...NOT SO FUNNY.
The phone call I found myself making yesterday afternoon was one of those that I'm not sure I'll ever be able to find funny. You see, I had been busying myself with out ritualistic Saturday afternoon activities. I've found that getting myself, Andrew, and the kids up, fed, and dressed in our Sunday best, our fancy Sunday dinner in the oven to be ready for our return, all of us happy and in a good spirit, AND to church prior to 10am Sunday morning takes some serious Saturday afternoon preparation. It makes me happy when the dinner table is set, the dinner is prepped and in the fridge, our lesson is planned and packed up, and our sacrament meeting bag is packed and ready to go. Andrew indulges my strange need by tidying up with the kids and cleaning, washing, and fueling up the cars. We then let the kids choose their Sunday attire and I accessorize while Andrew presses and we hang everything up and then enjoy movies and games and usually frozen pizza or takeout or something festive. Things were going swimmingly yesterday afternoon. We were even looking forward to going out for the evening with the kids, and I was excited about the plans we were making. The table was set, the lesson was packed up, dinner was in the fridge, the sacrament meeting bag was finished, the cars were cleaned and ready, and the house was tidy. All of the kids outfits were pressed and hung and I was just putting the finishing touches on my attire when I went to get my black wool Sunday coat from its hanger-- only to find it jingle when I took it down. Finding that strange I checked the pockets only to find a set of keys, which, upon inspection I realized were not mine. Strange?! How did I get someone else's keys in my pocket? Important looking keys with car keys and house keys and other official and important looking keys. Hmmm... I racked my brain and ran it by Andrew and the kids-- we were all at a loss. I went back to "my" coat to check the other pockets, to find that they too contained things that I couldn't identify. Flummoxed, I went to hang the coat with the rest of our Sunday things only to realize when putting it onto the hanger that the coat that I was holding was not mine at all. Upon closer inspection I saw that the coat that I had somehow mistaken for my own was--in reality-- not very similar to mine at all. I mean, it was black, and it was wool, but any similarity stopped abruptly there. The cut was different, the style was different, the size was different. Sick to my stomach, I racked my brain trying to decide what to do. I mean, how do you go about returning someones coat (and keys, which, not doubt had been missed during this unusually cold and long week) which you have (innocently-- embarrassingly STUPIDLY) mistaken from your own, when you have no idea who the person could be? Andrew was literally in stitches, laughing so hard he could barely breathe as I stressed and cried and stressed some more about my embarrassing mistake. I mean, WHO STEALS SOMEONE ELSE'S COAT FROM CHURCH??? WHO??? Maybe if the coats were even remotely similar, it would be somewhat understandable... and if only it hadn't been almost a complete week for me to figure it out (how, I wondered, had I taken it down, worn it home, and hung it up without figuring out that the coat was not mine?! The mind boggles.) Anyway, I said a little prayer and went back to inspect the coat. It was then that I saw that behind the coat's tag was a little sticker which had been left by a dry cleaner. On it, there was the last name and first initial of the person whose coat it was. Andrew sweetly insisted that he would call the sweet sister whose coat I had inadvertently thieved and explain the situation-- trying to make me believe that it was most likely him that had grabbed the coat with the kids things after church while I was busy taking care of business, and that it was most likely all his fault- I was not losing my mind, he soothed. But I distinctly remember how cold last Sunday had been- and knew that there was no way that I would have braved the ride home without my coat. I am, after all, the epitomy of a winter whimp. I had to have been the guilty party. There was no other way. I needed to call and explain and offer my apologies. So-- I looked up the number and made the call. Luckily, the sister whose coat I had taken was endlessly understanding and forgiving, and assured me that it had been no problem (what any kind person would do in the situation, I'm sure)... but, nevertheless, I was still mortified beyond belief. Church today was...fun. We returned the coat to the sweet-- very pregnant-- sister (while I imaged how cold and frustrated she must have been every time she had needed her coat or her keys in the last week!) She was so kind and forgiving, laughing it off as something anyone could do... but I was still so ashamed of myself. More so when it seemed that the chatter of the day all seemed to surround itself upon the mystery of the missing coat-- I think I had to fess up to more than 10 different people that I WAS THE CULPRIT... each time feeling more and more ashamed. If we did not have a calling, I think I would have begged Andrew to take me home and let me fester under the BIG rock I was longing find... but we did, and so we soldiered through the end of the day- only to have several well meaning jesters offer me their coats when I went for my own- VERY FUNNY GUYS. Ugh. I fail to see the humor- but it is not lost on Andrew who, I think, really enjoys my little life hiccups (for which I am--in times when I'm thinking rationally about it-- grateful).
Anyway, I just thought you should all know that- although anyone who knows me well has known this sad truth for much longer than I want to even think about- I have finally come to agree that I have, officially, lost my mind. I am a nut. A happy nut. But a nut indeed. So- I give fair warning. Watch your coats and your keys when I'm around. Who knows what I will do with them when my mind is elsewhere?! :) And when isn't it these day?
There are many, many things that I have done in my life that are embarrassing. I honestly stopped counting a long time ago because there are so very many. So many, in fact, that attempting to classify my follies is something like unto trying to classify my all-time-favorite classic films; daunting and, I think, pointless in the end.
My favored method for dealing with the ridiculous life I tend to lead is denial. I mean, how embarrassing are things REALLY if you just refuse to accept that they actually happened to you? Blocking out spending an entire major presentation with ones A-line skirt's zipper undone is WAY easier than dealing with it. Laughing about the "special" moments is another great trick of the trade. I found great relief in chucking myself to sleep the other night with my husband while retelling the embarrassment of emailing all of our local friends to encourage them to come out to playgroup despite the sub-zero temperatures last Thursday morning only to arrive and find that the playgroup coordinator was out sick and the church building was locked up with no one coming who had keys to unlock it-- then having to leave everyone bundled in their cars for almost 1/2 an hour while I feverishly went to get keys from someone who had them... really embarrassing, but also mildly humorous in retrospect, right?
BUT- there are a few memorable experiences which, try as I might, I just cannot block out or even laugh at. Losing the top portion of my red cross tankini bathing suit after proudly completing a perfect 1 1/2 flip and dive off the high dive at our local pool during the lifesaving graduation party is one of those that--12 years later-- still makes my stomach turn and face burn when I think about it. Falling asleep in-- what I thought was our cabin's front bedroom-- the first day at a resort full of identical cabins on a trip with the in-laws a while back only to be awakened hours later by complete strangers-- IN MY UNDERGARMENTS-- only to realize that I had fallen asleep in the cabin a row back is another sickening memory that, try as I might, I fail to see the humor in. I mean there are things that are funny-- locking yourself out of your car and having to use the courtesy phone to call AAA for help two weeks in a row from your grocery store- kinds funny. Letting morning sickness get the better of you in a prominent aisle of the same grocery store with three wild kids running around and a basket full of groceries and being asked to wait by the mess to avert anyone tripping in it while the store associate goes to look for help...NOT SO FUNNY.
The phone call I found myself making yesterday afternoon was one of those that I'm not sure I'll ever be able to find funny. You see, I had been busying myself with out ritualistic Saturday afternoon activities. I've found that getting myself, Andrew, and the kids up, fed, and dressed in our Sunday best, our fancy Sunday dinner in the oven to be ready for our return, all of us happy and in a good spirit, AND to church prior to 10am Sunday morning takes some serious Saturday afternoon preparation. It makes me happy when the dinner table is set, the dinner is prepped and in the fridge, our lesson is planned and packed up, and our sacrament meeting bag is packed and ready to go. Andrew indulges my strange need by tidying up with the kids and cleaning, washing, and fueling up the cars. We then let the kids choose their Sunday attire and I accessorize while Andrew presses and we hang everything up and then enjoy movies and games and usually frozen pizza or takeout or something festive. Things were going swimmingly yesterday afternoon. We were even looking forward to going out for the evening with the kids, and I was excited about the plans we were making. The table was set, the lesson was packed up, dinner was in the fridge, the sacrament meeting bag was finished, the cars were cleaned and ready, and the house was tidy. All of the kids outfits were pressed and hung and I was just putting the finishing touches on my attire when I went to get my black wool Sunday coat from its hanger-- only to find it jingle when I took it down. Finding that strange I checked the pockets only to find a set of keys, which, upon inspection I realized were not mine. Strange?! How did I get someone else's keys in my pocket? Important looking keys with car keys and house keys and other official and important looking keys. Hmmm... I racked my brain and ran it by Andrew and the kids-- we were all at a loss. I went back to "my" coat to check the other pockets, to find that they too contained things that I couldn't identify. Flummoxed, I went to hang the coat with the rest of our Sunday things only to realize when putting it onto the hanger that the coat that I was holding was not mine at all. Upon closer inspection I saw that the coat that I had somehow mistaken for my own was--in reality-- not very similar to mine at all. I mean, it was black, and it was wool, but any similarity stopped abruptly there. The cut was different, the style was different, the size was different. Sick to my stomach, I racked my brain trying to decide what to do. I mean, how do you go about returning someones coat (and keys, which, not doubt had been missed during this unusually cold and long week) which you have (innocently-- embarrassingly STUPIDLY) mistaken from your own, when you have no idea who the person could be? Andrew was literally in stitches, laughing so hard he could barely breathe as I stressed and cried and stressed some more about my embarrassing mistake. I mean, WHO STEALS SOMEONE ELSE'S COAT FROM CHURCH??? WHO??? Maybe if the coats were even remotely similar, it would be somewhat understandable... and if only it hadn't been almost a complete week for me to figure it out (how, I wondered, had I taken it down, worn it home, and hung it up without figuring out that the coat was not mine?! The mind boggles.) Anyway, I said a little prayer and went back to inspect the coat. It was then that I saw that behind the coat's tag was a little sticker which had been left by a dry cleaner. On it, there was the last name and first initial of the person whose coat it was. Andrew sweetly insisted that he would call the sweet sister whose coat I had inadvertently thieved and explain the situation-- trying to make me believe that it was most likely him that had grabbed the coat with the kids things after church while I was busy taking care of business, and that it was most likely all his fault- I was not losing my mind, he soothed. But I distinctly remember how cold last Sunday had been- and knew that there was no way that I would have braved the ride home without my coat. I am, after all, the epitomy of a winter whimp. I had to have been the guilty party. There was no other way. I needed to call and explain and offer my apologies. So-- I looked up the number and made the call. Luckily, the sister whose coat I had taken was endlessly understanding and forgiving, and assured me that it had been no problem (what any kind person would do in the situation, I'm sure)... but, nevertheless, I was still mortified beyond belief. Church today was...fun. We returned the coat to the sweet-- very pregnant-- sister (while I imaged how cold and frustrated she must have been every time she had needed her coat or her keys in the last week!) She was so kind and forgiving, laughing it off as something anyone could do... but I was still so ashamed of myself. More so when it seemed that the chatter of the day all seemed to surround itself upon the mystery of the missing coat-- I think I had to fess up to more than 10 different people that I WAS THE CULPRIT... each time feeling more and more ashamed. If we did not have a calling, I think I would have begged Andrew to take me home and let me fester under the BIG rock I was longing find... but we did, and so we soldiered through the end of the day- only to have several well meaning jesters offer me their coats when I went for my own- VERY FUNNY GUYS. Ugh. I fail to see the humor- but it is not lost on Andrew who, I think, really enjoys my little life hiccups (for which I am--in times when I'm thinking rationally about it-- grateful).
Anyway, I just thought you should all know that- although anyone who knows me well has known this sad truth for much longer than I want to even think about- I have finally come to agree that I have, officially, lost my mind. I am a nut. A happy nut. But a nut indeed. So- I give fair warning. Watch your coats and your keys when I'm around. Who knows what I will do with them when my mind is elsewhere?! :) And when isn't it these day?
2.06.2009
Career Step
Visit http://www.homecareerinfo.com/1409 to see my referral site for a medical transcription training course that my sister-in-law and I have taken. It's a really great company that helps people who want to work from home become certified medical transcriptionists and coders-- a field that is rapidly growing and expanding even in this troubled economy. Like any higher education, it takes time (and money) to get trained- and it takes effort... it was not the easiest thing I've ever done. But- it is a GREAT job--especially for stay-at-home-moms and anyone who needs a little financial boost while going to school or is in between traditional jobs. Plus- Career Step is a fortune 500 company that is fully accredited and certified and gives 100% job-placement guarantees to course graduates. Anyway- there is my pep-talk! Please feel free to check the site out at http://www.homecareerinfo.com/1409 and pass it on to anyone you know who might be interested or know someone who is.
2.05.2009
Groundhogs Day?!?!?!? Agh!!!
We have long been fans of Groundhog Day. Well, at least we have been since our first LONG winter in Kirksville, 2006-2007, led us to the NEED for a celebration early in February to share with our friends! You see, we had been sick for almost six weeks running when Groundhog Day came that year, and we needed a reason to celebrate- and an excuse to get together with our friends! That first Groundhog Day party was a hit! We fit more than 60 moms and kids into our tiny little apartment and partied! We made groundhog sandwiches and punch and everyone brought groundhog themed sides and desserts. All of the kids came dressed in holiday attire (mainly a lot of furry costumes and black and brown sweats!) and we drew whiskers and noses onto their faces. We made up a burrow underneath our tall dining table for the kids to eat under, and mainly let them run wild, enjoy the sugar high, and celebrate!
The next year we repeated the tradition. It was a blast with just as many people, and a little more structure. Still lots of good food and fun, but this time we had groundhog day crafts, stories, and activities. It was hosted this year at my friend Janae's house, which was a lot bigger and easier to gather and enjoy in! Once again, the day was a hit-- a welcome reprieve from the LONG Kirksville winter!
The problem is that in my kid's short lives, this little celebration has become a big deal to look forward to. While the rest of the world lets the day pass almost unnoticed, my kids think of the day as like unto Christmas, Valentines, Easter, or Thanksgiving. This is a good and bad thing, of course. I love that my kids are understanding tradition and such... but... what did we do this year??? Nothing, except for really- really drop the ball. I didn't totally forget that it was groundhog day-- I just couldn't muster up the energy to put together anything. Sadly- today Noah totally called me on it. He asked when Groundhog Day was this year-- and I just didn't have the heart to fess up to the fact that it had already come and gone-- UNCELEBRATED-- this year.
So-- I'm asking all you good moms and good friends out there to weigh in on this one: Would it be wrong to host a groundhog day celebration... a couple of weeks late? Should I just fess up and do better next year-- OR-- should we throw a party and live it up a little late???
The next year we repeated the tradition. It was a blast with just as many people, and a little more structure. Still lots of good food and fun, but this time we had groundhog day crafts, stories, and activities. It was hosted this year at my friend Janae's house, which was a lot bigger and easier to gather and enjoy in! Once again, the day was a hit-- a welcome reprieve from the LONG Kirksville winter!
The problem is that in my kid's short lives, this little celebration has become a big deal to look forward to. While the rest of the world lets the day pass almost unnoticed, my kids think of the day as like unto Christmas, Valentines, Easter, or Thanksgiving. This is a good and bad thing, of course. I love that my kids are understanding tradition and such... but... what did we do this year??? Nothing, except for really- really drop the ball. I didn't totally forget that it was groundhog day-- I just couldn't muster up the energy to put together anything. Sadly- today Noah totally called me on it. He asked when Groundhog Day was this year-- and I just didn't have the heart to fess up to the fact that it had already come and gone-- UNCELEBRATED-- this year.
So-- I'm asking all you good moms and good friends out there to weigh in on this one: Would it be wrong to host a groundhog day celebration... a couple of weeks late? Should I just fess up and do better next year-- OR-- should we throw a party and live it up a little late???
2.04.2009
Thinking Pink
Well-- we're thinking pink here in Trenton, because baby #4 is going to be a GIRL!!!
Lilian Cherie Gough
Lilian, after Andrew's paternal grandmother
Cherie, after my mom
Anyway, we are all really excited about this! Noah and Emma love talking to baby Lily and planning fun things to make and do for her. She is such a lucky girl to have a family who loves her so much!
She is due May 14th, but it will be a planned C-section, so we will just have to wait and see when she actually arrives! We're hoping to get as closed to the due date as possible though... the longer they stay put, the better they tend to do, I hear! :) Tomorrow we are officially 26 weeks along and we are just loving the journey and all that this pregnancy is teaching us! Isn't the gift of life just such a miracle? Can you believe that God trusts his children enough to send to us another little precious baby, so innocent and sweet and pure from heaven? Isn't is just incredible that babies come into the world full of so much love? We just can't wait to have sweet Lily here and to be able to hold her and get to know her!
We are so grateful to Heavenly Father for blessing us with one last baby to complete our earthly family!!! Little Lily is already so loved and adored. I don't think a family could be more excited about a new arrival! I hope that she is able to feel of our love and hear how much her brothers, sister, and parents adore her. We just know that she is a special part of our eternal family and we are so grateful that she is ours!!!
Lilian Cherie Gough
Lilian, after Andrew's paternal grandmother
Cherie, after my mom
Anyway, we are all really excited about this! Noah and Emma love talking to baby Lily and planning fun things to make and do for her. She is such a lucky girl to have a family who loves her so much!
She is due May 14th, but it will be a planned C-section, so we will just have to wait and see when she actually arrives! We're hoping to get as closed to the due date as possible though... the longer they stay put, the better they tend to do, I hear! :) Tomorrow we are officially 26 weeks along and we are just loving the journey and all that this pregnancy is teaching us! Isn't the gift of life just such a miracle? Can you believe that God trusts his children enough to send to us another little precious baby, so innocent and sweet and pure from heaven? Isn't is just incredible that babies come into the world full of so much love? We just can't wait to have sweet Lily here and to be able to hold her and get to know her!
We are so grateful to Heavenly Father for blessing us with one last baby to complete our earthly family!!! Little Lily is already so loved and adored. I don't think a family could be more excited about a new arrival! I hope that she is able to feel of our love and hear how much her brothers, sister, and parents adore her. We just know that she is a special part of our eternal family and we are so grateful that she is ours!!!
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