Meet My Family

Hello there!  As I mentioned in this post, we tried to take family photos a week or so ago.  Now, our family is full of bankers and teachers, with one accountant (me!) thrown in.  None of us are professional photographers.  But we still drag out a tripod and at least attempt to get a few decent pictures each year.  If anything, just one good enough for a Christmas card is all we're really looking for! This year we gathered at our new house to try to utilize the front steps and brick porch.  The bricks have such a great texture!  I'm not sure we used them as well as a real photographer would, but we tried.  My mom likes to have a full family shot to use as her Christmas card so we all crammed onto the front steps to try to get a decent one.  At first, I was clicking the button on the timer and then running to my spot, but that resulted in lots of pictures of me half straddling the steps trying to get into position.  We learned after a couple takes that maybe someone from the front row should be in charge of pushing the button.  (And maybe I should ask Santa for a remote control!)

In my opinion, this is the best group shot we got.  Sure, Katie's crying and Ramer (the other baby) is looking over at her, but I figured if anyone was going to be looking off, it might as well be the babies.

We try not to be too matchy-matchy for our pictures.  The general rule is to just wear solid shirts in fall colors.  It's just a coincindence that we all showed up in mostly grey, navy, or purple.

With the group shot out of the way, the adults got out of the way so we could focus on just my parents' seven grandchildren.

Probably the best picture from the pose above would've been if I'd turned my camera around and snapped the seven other adults behind me singing and chanting and waving their arms around trying to get everyone to look and smile.  If only I'd had another camera - couldn't risk missing the kids' smiles!

We broke out into our individual families next.  Now usually I don't like to share the picture being used for the card until after cards have been sent out, but since I don't think there are many of my brothers' and parents' card recipients that read this blog, surely it'll be safe to share some of them.

First up is my oldest brother, Nick, and his family.  His wife is Beth and they have two kids: Jett (7) and Bren (4).

Hopefully these pictures will print better than they're showing up on the ol' blog.  I'm using very low-resolution files for this but the real files are bigger.

Jett-bo made me an aunt for the first time 7 and a half years ago.  And Brennie was my very first niece.

Next in line is my other brother, Ben.  He's married to Erin and they have two boys: Parker (4) and Ramer (1).  Ramer refused to look at me and my camera!

Parker is just 8 days younger than Bren and they are bestest friends.  I love listening in on their conversations.  Ramer is a chunky monkey who loves his mama and just recently took his first steps!

Parker and his daddy were outfit twinkies. :)

With just two older brothers, that makes me the baby of the family.  As you know, I'm married to Doc and we have Wyatt (12), Anna (11), and Katie Wynn (2 months).

Since a lot of you guys are on our Christmas Card list, I'll refrain from sharing the one we're using just yet.  It's decent, but probably not the best picture ever.  It's hard to photograph two tweens with a floppy newborn!

And, of course, my brothers and I all belong to these two, most commonly known as Mimi and Poppy these days.

This would probably be a more accurate portrayal of them: my dad doing something stupid while my mom laughs at him.

Usually on our family photo-op days we focus on the kiddos.  This time, I made sure each set of adult couples also had their picture made.

 

  

Ben and Erin also took this one in front of the fall leaves.  I like all the colors in it.

I had the good idea to get a "girl grandchildren" picture.  Of course, by this time the football had come out so there was no way I could get the boys together for a "boy grandchildren" one.

Anna was in the mood to pose, so I got a few cute pictures of her.

I caught Jett between football plays.  Darn Lolli for walking through the background!

I had to sneak in a quick one of Bren too.  As soon as I took her picture she said, "Can I go play now?" I guess they had been tortured long enough.  Also, next year I'll remember not to have red gatorade for them to drink!  (I whitened her teeth in this but she still looks like she's wearing lipstick.)

I couldn't pull a smile out of ol' Parker.

Of course, I was hesitant to get too close to him.  Have you ever seen such scary shoes?!

After lots of clapping and snapping and clucking and whistling, I actually managed to get a couple grins from sweet Ramer.

So besides Katie, I think Wyatt is the only other grandkid I didn't get an individual picture of.  That sounds about right since he's the one who hides from my camera the most.

Speaking of Katie, family pictures wore her plum out!

Actually, I think they wore us all out.  And made us hungry, too!  With over 500 pictures on my camera, we called it a day and headed out for a dinner out.  Be on the lookout - some of these pictures may show up in some of your mailboxes soon!

Well, We Tried

Have you ever tried to get seven kids to cooperate for a group picture?

God bless Anna for always being photo-ready.

Last weekend we had our annual try-to-get-decent-family-photos-for-Christmas-cards day.  The good news is that, while there are tons of outtakes like the one above, we managed to get enough good ones too that we'll be able to send out cards this year.  The better news is that we managed to get them without killing each other.

Family Photoshoot 2012 = Success.  I'll share some of the good ones as soon as I get them edited.

Recent Happenings

Since becoming a mom (7 weeks ago!), I’ve rearranged a lot of things in my daily schedule to make them work with the baby’s schedule.  I know exactly what time I need to get in the shower if I want to be dressed before she needs a bottle.  I know what times of the day she’s happiest and will sit in the bouncy seat so I can do dishes and fold laundry.  I also know when she’ll nap the best if I want to lay down and sneak in a nap for myself too.  The one thing I can’t seem to figure out is when I can sit down at a computer long enough to blog.  It’s hard!  Blogging in general is hard.  I don’t think non-blogger’s realize that.  It takes a lot of time to upload pictures (first to your computer and then to your blog’s website) and then to write somewhat coherent thoughts to go along with them.  Of course, if you edit your photos you’ve got to work that in too.  And don’t even get me started about the days when, right as you finish a long post, the whole thing magically disappears into thin air and you have to start over.  Those are the days I want to quit.

BUT.  I like having a blog.  I like having things documented.  I like sharing things that we’re doing and I love hearing from you guys!  So, even though there are times when it’s incredibly hard, for now I will continue to try to find time to blog…even if it means there’s a week or more between posts.  Eventually I’ll find the right place for blogging in my schedule.

All that said, today I’m writing in the car.  Yep.  We’re headed back to Florida to try to redo our beach trip.  This time, my dad is traveling with me and mom (and the baby).  Doc will hop on a plane and meet us there tomorrow (he will also have a work meeting or two so yay for work buying his plane tickets!).  Dad is driving and Mom and Henry (the dog) got shotgun which leaves me hanging out in the back with Katie-bug.  No place I’d rather be. :)  It hit me about three days ago that I’d have at least 8 hours straight in the car without having to drive or keep the driver awake…nothing to do but sit here.  Ahhh…glorious!  Obviously I don’t have internet access (although I hear some new cars do??!) so I’m typing in Word for now. 

And without further ado, let me play catch up from the last two or so weeks.  This post may be all over the place and ridiculously long!  Disclaimer: I’m not even going to bother editing any photos.  I know I have eight hours but I’m feeling a little lazy.

Let’s rewind all the way back to October 21st when we finally got to meet this sweet snuggle bunny.

Thad Everett Cook was born on October 15th and is quite the handsome little fella.  Remember when I helped shower him and his mom here?  We took Katie Wynn over to meet her future boyfriend one Sunday afternoon after church, and were lucky enough to get to visit with some of our other friends too.  Sarah (and her husband Charlie and son Gus) also got to meet Katie for the first time.

Katie felt so comfortable with Sarah that she snuggled right up and fell asleep.

I was not surprised at all when Doc immediately settled in with Everett.  He loves babies!

Everett has the softest blond (dare I say strawberry blond?) hair ever!  I could just pet his little head all day long. :)

I had not gotten to see Gus since before Easter.  I couldn’t believe how much bigger he was!  And handsome, too.  I think he looks a lot like his daddy.

The last time I saw Gus, I cradled him in my arms and he fell right to sleep.  Now, he’s a busy, busy boy!  Way too busy for me and my camera.

See?  Even Chris couldn’t keep him still.  He wanted out of those arms…there were stairs to climb and places to explore!

The Earls were also there to see all the babies.  Katie took a nap on Jenny too – she was spoiled that day!

Before we all left and went our separate ways, we took a picture of the moms and their babies.  My, how things have changed!  Apparently the three of us as moms is pretty hilarious.

The next weekend, we were lucky enough to get to see the Cooks and the Earls again.  This time, it was to celebrate Allison’s birthday.  Being born on October 30th, she’s almost a Halloween baby.  I made festive cupcakes for us to have after dinner.  They’re mummies…you know, cause we’re both mummies now.  Har.

I took the most random pictures from this night.  Like, for instance, Jenny putting salad on her plate. 

I was a teribble hostesses and completely forgot to get candles for Allison’s birthday cupcakes.  We’ll blame it on the baby brain.  She was a good sport and blew out a match…even though we also forgot to sing the birthday song.  D’oh!

Darrin had the magic touch that night.  Not only did baby Everett sack out on him, but Lolli did too. 

The weekend of Allison’s birthday dinner was also the weekend that my parents kept my niece, Bren, and nephew, Jett, while my brother and his wife were out of town.  Bren came over to my house Friday afternoon and helped me make the mummy cupcakes.  After washing our hands, there was a very strict rule that we could not dip our little fingers into the cake batter for a taste test.  There was also a rule that if we went into the living room to check on baby Katie while she was napping that we were just to look and not touch her.  So, to recap, there were two rules: no fingers in the chocolate and no touching the baby.  After popping the cupcakes into the oven, I went in to check on Katie and saw that her gown had quite a bit of chocolate all over it.  Some temptations are just too hard for a 4-year-old to resist.

We had our big kids that weekend too so my parents brought Bren and Jett over for dinner Saturday night.  The kids all play so well together.  Here are Bren and Anna watching tv in the living room (after we’d started clearing it out to get ready for the new floors). 

I wish I had a cute picture of the boys too but they were up in the bonus room playing on the wii and watching the Notre Dame game.  They tend to hide from me and my camera!

Besides hanging out with Anna, Bren’s favorite activity of the weekend was getting to hold baby Katie.

 

Speaking of baby Katie, how cute is she after her bath?!

And also all dressed up for church and wearing her bonnet?

She has been sleeping in just plain onesies at night because all of her pajamas were way too big.  I recently discovered that these polo footed jammies fit her and now I think they might be my very favorite thing to see her in.  My goodness, I could just eat her up!

One afternoon she fell asleep on my mom’s chest and I couldn’t resist snapping a pic or two of that sweet, peaceful face.

 

The day before we were scheduled to leave for Florida (round one) was the day of our church’s Trunk or Treat.  I had signed up to have my trunk there so I had to quickly come up with some way to decorate my car.  It’s not required, but a lot of people also have a game or something for the kids to do when they trick-or-treat at their car – things like a bean bag toss or tennis ball throwing or basketball shooting, etc.  I wanted to have some kind of activity, but I also knew I didn’t want to spend the whole time chasing balls across the parking lot like those other idiots trunk owners.

After doing some brainstorming, Mom and I spent the afternoon making this: a six-eyed monster who likes to eat eyeballs. 

We cut a hole in his belly and the trick-or-treaters had to reach in and dig through his guts (spaghetti noodles) to find an eyeball (grapes) in order to get a piece of candy.  Kinda fun, right?  Some kids loved it and thought it was soooo gross and cool.  Some kids cheated and peeked inside and got an eyeball off the top.  Some kids cried and didn’t do it at all.  And some kids – these are the ones that I dreaded – reached both hands in and pulled out as much of the guts as they could possibly hold and then turned to me with this look on their face like “what am I supposed to do with it?” and before I knew it, I’d have a pile of slimy spaghetti noodles in my hands.  That’s when all the ball chasers looked over at me like, “ha – who’s the idiot now?”

The next day is when Mom and I loaded Katie Wynn into the car and hit the road for Florida.  She was a champ in the car!  We ended up only having two days there since we cut the trip short.  When I found out we’d be leaving early, I panicked that we wouldn’t have time to take her to the beach for a photoshoot I had been planning, so I put her swimsuit on her at the beach house.  I had never even tried it on her and had to at least see how it looked!

It fit perfectly and she was so, so cute in it.  Not sure if you can tell in the pic but it kinda bubbles out at the waist.  So presh.  I think we still have a bit of growing room in the hat though…

The next day was Halloween so I dressed her up in her cute Janie and Jack pumpkin clothes that Doc’s mom gave her.

We strolled around the town of Rosemary and stopped in a little restaurant for lunch.

It was so nice outside that day.  We rested on a park bench and had a mini photoshoot after a diaper change.  I love my little pumpkin!

So about this beach photoshoot…ever since we planned the beach trip I had envisioned the cutest picture of her in a sand bucket on the beach with the ocean behind her.  So cute, right?  Only problem was that she was too big to fit in any of the sand pails we had!  Boo.  Mom found a cute navy and white striped towel so I thought I could somehow arrange her on it with the ocean behind her and get an equally as cute picture. 

Katie thought that was the dumbest idea ever.

I will say that it was incredibly windy down by the ocean.  Between having her in a swimsuit out in the wind and the pumpkin pictures, I’ve probably secured my spot in the running for Worst Mom of the Year. 

I spent a lot of time telling her about how the beach is really fun and one day she’ll love running around on it and that not all kids get to go on beach vacations so she should be thankful to be there.  I think she really understood my message.

Still not totally convinced that she should be thankful to be there…

I was really bummed that I wasn’t getting any cute shots of her on the beach.  I had had really high hopes.  We had also brought a little beach chair with us in case the towel didn’t work out, but the wind was so strong by the water that every time I set the chair up, it got blown over.  Mom had a good idea to take it up on the dune behind the beach chair rental place so that we could sit in the shade and have the wind blocked.  Katie-bug was pretty mad by that point so I sat with her for a few minutes to calm her down.

We eventually propped her up in the corner of the chair and tried to get some pictures.  Poor thing kept sliding down in the seat so Mom had to kinda help hold her up.  This is about the best we could get.

I guess we could try the photoshoot again on this trip, but it just hit me that my camera is still sitting on the kitchen table back at home.  Hmmm.

I had my first little scare last week about a rash that was on her head and face.  I quickly called the doctor and made an appointment to bring her in.  The doctor kinda looked at me like I was crazy and told me she just has cradle cap.  How was I supposed to know that cradle cap could be a rash and that it wasn’t just a flaky scalp?!  I think I should get a little bit of credit for it taking over 6 weeks before my first call to the doctor’s office.

The good thing about me taking her in is that we got to do a weigh in.  My little girl tipped the scales at a whopping ten pounds even!  She’s packing on the pounds. :)The funny thing is that at six weeks old, she still hadn’t made it up to her daddy’s birth weight yet!

Katie does an awesome job of holding her head up - I think she’s pretty much held it up since day one – so last week I set her in her bumbo seat for a few minutes.  I think she’s still probably way too small for it and a little too bobble-head-ish, but she seemed to enjoy it for the little amount of time she was in it.  I can’t wait until she can sit in it more often.

Phew!  I told you this was going to be long and all over the place!  My word document is officially 14 pages long.  Geez.  I do have pictures of a huge project I just finished to share with you, but I’ll do those in a different post.  Right now it’s time for a nap. :)

Roller Coaster Week

Sorry for my absence.  I had great plans to post at least one picture on the blog everyday while we were vacationing in Florida.  My plans got turned upside down when we had to cut our vacation short to come home for a funeral. About two weeks ago, my grandfather was admitted to the hospital with severe vomiting and abdominal pain.  After one long sleepless night and a full day of tests, we were given the worst news: he would die in intense pain within two days.  Surgery was an option but with only a 5% chance of him surviving it, was it a good one?  My grandmother and her children decided to go with the surgery; they couldn't just let him be in pain.

We gathered at the hospital - all of us, my parents and brothers, our cousins, aunts, and uncles - and tried to stay positive when the doctors wheeled him back for surgery.  The odds were not good.  Pepaw has always been a strong, tough man though, and he showed that surgery just how tough he could be!  We received the first phone call from the surgeons shortly after midnight with the first update: not only had he survived, he had done really well.

My grandfather fought hard all week long.  Three surgeries total in less than a week's time and by the end of it he seemed to be doing well.  The doctors hoped he would be released to go home the next week.  With that good news, my dad insisted that my mom and I keep our plans to travel to our beach house.  So, this past Monday morning, she and I loaded up baby Katie before the sun rose and headed out on a day's worth of driving with a newborn.

I am not sure what all happened with my grandfather that day since we were on the road, but by the time we made it to Florida, we heard things were not looking good anymore.  The team of doctors met with my dad and his mom and brothers and sisters and, after in-depth discussions about quality of life and best possible outcomes, decided together to forgo anymore surgeries.  They had made peace with the fact that the end was near, and all agreed that keeping Pepaw comfortable in his last days was the best thing to do.

My mom talked to my dad late that Monday night about whether or not we should hop back in the car and head back home.  He insisted that we stay put for the time being until we knew more.  It was shortly after 3:00 the next afternoon while Mom and I were shopping that we received the call: my grandfather, with my dad and uncle by his side, had drifted off into a peaceful, forever sleep.

At my dad's request, Mom and I waited until Thursday to drive back home (it wasn't that he didn't want us home, but he didn't want us to load the baby up for another long car drive so soon after the first one).  We made it home late Thursday afternoon, just in time for my mom to host my dad's family as they met with the preacher.

The visitation and service were both on Friday.  It was nice to see so many old friends and family during the visitation, even under the sad circumstances.  My friend Andrew led the service and did a wonderful job.  We are so thankful he was able to perform it; it was a touching tribute of my grandfather and the man he was for 87 years.  The car procession took my grandfather past the golf course - his second home - one last time.  I choked up as I looked over to see the golfers standing by their carts and paused from their game in honor of Pepaw.  The graveside service was short but good, with beautiful weather.  Pepaw received one last military salute before we laid him to rest (the same day we laid my mom's mom to rest four year earlier).

Afterwards, we gathered at my parents' house to visit and welcome guests.  It was the first time in years that we were all together.  In fact, I met some of my cousins' children for the very first time, and they aren't babies!  The dining room was full of delicious food, brought over by generous friends, and the kitchen was alive with friends sharing stories and reminiscing about Pepaw.  The backyard was full of happy children; the girls took over the swings while the boys played touch football (my husband - still dressed in his suit - was in the middle of them, calling the plays).

It should have been an incredibly sad day.  And it was sad, I'm not saying that it wasn't.  It was sad to say goodbye to the man that created this family of mine.  But it was also a happy day.  A good day.  We can rejoice in the fact that Pepaw has been freed of his pain and is now living the good life in Heaven.  We know we will see him again.

One Month

It's hard to believe that exactly one month ago from right now, I was just hours away from meeting my sweet little girl!  On the one hand, it seems like she was born just yesterday.  On the other, it seems like she's always been a part of our family.  We're so happy to have her here and she has really been spoiling us by being such a good little girl.  This week she has started sleeping for 8 hour stretches at night!  This mama feels like a new person! I will be taking official monthly photos, but we haven't gotten around to taken the one month picture yet today.  I still haven't decided exactly how I want to do them yet...better figure it out soon since the day's more than half over, huh?!  Last week I attempted to have a little photo shoot with Katie Wynn.  Way easier said than done!  I got LOTS of outtakes, but luckily, I managed to get a few decent ones too.

Here's one of my faves.  I just love the look on her face. :)

I had my mom come over to help me during the photo shoot so that I could have an extra set of hands.  I definitely could not have done it alone!  We completely undressed her at one point to try to get a cute naked picture with her curled up in a galvanized tin that was laying on its side.  The first thing she did when we layed her in it was roll off into the grass.  Oops!  I quickly scooped her up to calm her back down.  She thanked me for holding her by letting out the loudest toot in my lap, allowing my mom to get the picture below on the left.  I looked down to see if anything came out with that toot (picture on the right) and that's when I saw that she was peeing!

So, dear sweet baby girl, if you ever get to read this, please take this as a sign of how much I truly love you.  Even when realizing you were peeing right in my lap, I did not scream or pass you off to your Mimi.  Instead, we took a picture of my soaked lap (for nostalgia's sake) and carried on with the photo shoot.  Yep, I hung out in your pee for about another hour.

I'm glad we kept snapping pics because I was able to get this cute one too.

And these: "Ah, ah, ah..."

"Choo!"

Baby sneezes are the best. :)

For the photo shoot, I also carved out a big pumpkin for my little pumpkin to sit in.  This is how she felt about that:

She sat in it for long enough that she eventually quit crying, but I wouldn't say we ever got any real smiles.

This one makes me laugh every time.  She looks like she's so excited about gnawing on some pumpkin (which, yes, she did end up doing!).

The crying eventually came back so her Mimi rescued her from the pumpkin and calmed her down.

Maybe we'll try to have a monthly photo shoot.  Who knows?  Right now, my girl is celebrating this milestone by taking a nap on her belly in her bassinet.  She's just getting too big!  And it's time for her to eat so I'm about to break the cardinal rule and go wake my sleeping baby...