Wednesday, August 17, 2016


After we left Arkansas, we made our way to Salado to see my people.  Amelia met my family for the first time (she had already met Grammie, of course) and it was lovely to see her with everyone!  

Oliver spent the days playing outside, swimming, eating popsicles, going to a playground, and skipping naps.  He ADORED playing with Elliot and Griffin and those two were so sweet with him.  Caleb and Noah aren't pictured because I think they were still in school?  I can't remember, lol.  

We also watched E and G perform at their VBS.  We had to leave early because TODDLER and BABY so not much photography there, either.  

And Trent and I went to storage with Paads to get my stuff that my parents don't want to store for me anymore.  

Anyway, enjoy the oh so fancy pictures.     

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Amelia is 4 months!!!

Dearest Amelia,

My, oh my.  Time is not slowing down.  In fact, it seems to speed up when you have kids.  This month brought lots of growth and changes!

You are:
17 lbs, 10 oz
26.5 in.

You are a smiley girl...until night time.  Then you get super fussy and wake up when we put you down.  Like, every time.  So, I end up holding you which might be contributing to the issue, but I really don't care.

Babies don't keep, as they say, so I'm soaking it up!

You enjoyed lots of beach time this month.  Sleeping and nursing in the shade.  We even put your toes in for about 2 seconds.  Then we headed back to the shade!  And you STILL got sun.  Oops.  

You have fussed and cried pretty much every time you've been away from us during a show or worship.  Oliver went through this, too, and now he loves the nursery.  When I pick you up when we're finished, after you've been crying forever, you melt into my arms and fall asleep.

The drool has started!!!  You're chewing on hands and toys and there's even a tooth coming in on bottom!  I cannot believe this.  It's too soon!   


You've started rolling!  Again, too soon.  It seems you have things to do and simply refuse to stay in the baby stage.  You do you, girl.  Rolling means you've started sleeping on your stomach.  (That is, when you do sleep.)  But, you start out on your side and seem to like that better.  

My girl.

Bumbo time!  You love being able to see around you.  Oliver thinks it's pretty cool, too, and likes to sit in it as well.

You got to go with me to hear Daddy at a writers' round.  People loved you.

About the sleeping... you've been in bed with us.  While I love having you close, we cannot do this, sister.  But sometimes, it's the only way I get any sleep.  And you like having a hand on me.  You're officially unswaddled and still don't take a paci or bottle.

Oliver loves you to pieces and calls you his baby.  I just know he'll watch over you and look out for you when y'all are bigger.  And you've even started recognizing him and laughing at him.  He LOVES it.

"Mommy, we're supermans!"

I don't let you actually watch any TV *yet* but you've started looking while O is watching.  It's only a matter of time, ha!!!

Road babies.

You stick your tongue out when you smile and it's adorable.  Also, the car is not your favorite.  But, you'll get there, too!  And you added Alabama, Kansas, Kentucky, and Illinois to your states.  Your total at 4 months is 10 states!  You go, girl.

You are such a snuggly nugget and your hair is starting to grow a bit.  You're grabbing things, including your toes, and I know those will be in your mouth before too long. 

Finally asleep.

That mouth.

Four month check-up was all good!  Except those darn shots.  So sad!  You calm down pretty quickly, though.  

Amelia, we love you so big.  I could just eat you up.  Even during the fussy, even during the tired, even when you start talking back to me.  You are my girl and I adore you.

May the stars always align for you...

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Blowouts, Dog Poop, and 9-1-1

Those of you with more than one child know this already, but traveling with more than one is, how do you say, CRAZY.  And hey!  Guess what!  Traveling is what we do, so to say I was a little nervous about how it would all go down is an understatement.

First of all, we started packing the day before, which is normal, but MY WORD the stuff.  Just watch.


Baby girl also had her 2 month shots that day, so she slept a lot.  But, luckily, she wasn't any more fussy than normal.

The day we left, it all started with a blowout.  Not tire, infant diaper.  So, we had an outfit change before the day even started.  We finally hit the road (only about 20 minutes behind schedule -- not too bad!) and made our way to Arkansas.  We drove about 1 1/2 hours before needing to stop for food/fuel.  

I was nursing in the front seat while the boys stretched.  And this was just before Oliver stepped in dog poop.  Good times.    

PSA.  People with dogs at truck stops, gas stations, and rest stops:  PICK UP THE POOP.  Thank you.

Diaper changing while standing up.  Keeping it classy.

All smiles.  For the most part.

New use for the boppy.  Haha!

Somewhere on I-40, I saw a brush fire on the side of the road.  I called 9-1-1 to report it.  I was all nervous, as it was my first 911 phone call.  The lady answered, "are you calling to report the brush fire on I-40 at mile marker 34?"  Yes I was.  So were others, apparently. 

Pit stops usually go like this:
- Trent goes in to use the potty while I nurse
- Trent comes out to get Oliver
- They either play, stretch, or go get lunch
- They come back out and by that time I'm usually finished
- Diaper changes
- My turn to go potty
- Repeat every 2 hours or so

We were scheduled to lead worship at Heritage UMC in Van Buren, AR and so we got to town on Saturday evening.  The plan was to set up and sound check then, to make the Sunday AM with 3 services go a little more smoothly.

We got to town, unloaded, checked in to the hotel, and headed to the church.  Trent got set up, Oliver fussed and wanted to go to the nursery, I went out to get a baby carrier so I could wear Amelia, we got locked out and no one heard us knocking, Trent finally came out and got us, we sound checked, Oliver cried and behaved like I've never seen, we finished, got dinner, and Oliver said, "sorry, Mommy.  I try to be a good boy" and that made us all emotional.  Yowza.  It. Was. A. Day.  But we DID IT.

Then came our first morning to get up and ready.  All was going well.  Until Trent had to load up all our stuff.  There was not a luggage cart to be found.  So, while I watched babies in the breakfast area, he made about 5 trips to load the car.  All while the front desk people just sat there.  No, "hey!  Let us try to locate another cart for you, sir."  Poor Trent was drenched before the day started!

Sunday AM at church went relatively smoothly.  We had a nice woman watch Amelia the whole time and she cried at one point, but Mama to the rescue with milk.  
After the 3 services, we quickly loaded up to head to Salado to see my fam.  But, not before Oliver had a blowout and I didn't have any wipes, so more good times.  

The drive took way longer than it should have because TRAFFIC and CONSTRUCTION and I-35.  Also, I've become the master at what I call, The Lean and Feed.  It's because Amelia doesn't take a bottle or paci and she needs to calm down sometimes and so I lean over and let her nurse.  It is what it is.

Killing time while Daddy is getting snacks.

First trip under her belt!  (Or dress, whatever.)

It was like we could finally breathe.  We did it!  And we had a great time at Heritage.  Stayed tuned for our next stops...