Thankful

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!  I hope that by now, you all have full bellies and are settled in for a nice, long nap.  I managed to squeeze in a quick one and now the baby has just settled in for one, so it's nice and peaceful! I think it's silly that we only designate one day each year to focus on our blessings, but I guess one day is better than no days at all, right?  And so I'll go ahead and jump on the "I am thankful for..." bandwagon and list some things that has me feeling especially blessed this year.  Though, really, no blog post could ever be big enough to list them all.

I am thankful for the big, general things:

  • A God that is so big and mighty and loves me everyday, even despite my constant failures.
  • Living in a country where I'm free to make my own choices.
  • A healthy body that allowed me to grow and carry my sweet angel for nine full months this past year.
  • A job that provides a stable income, supports a great cause, and is something I genuinely enjoy doing.
  • A big house to live in that keeps us warm and has more than enough room for us to all have our own space.
  • A fridge that's full of good food to eat, and when it empties, having the means to go to the store and fill it back up.

I am thankful for lots of people:

  • My husband that loves me all the time, is my best friend, and works so hard everyday to provide for our family.
  • My husband that is also the best daddy to his three children, going out of his way to cook meals they enjoy, cart them around town, hold them as they fall asleep in his arms, and love them to pieces.
  • My healthy, happy daughter who makes being a mama so fun and enjoyable and one of my greatest pleasures in life.
  • My mom who is my other best friend and spends more of her free time with me than she probably wants to, helping me take care of and love on my daughter, clean my house for guests, cook meals for friends, assist with projects, and shop at every store in town until I find exactly what it is I'm looking for.
  • My dad who gave me my sense of humor, provides work and financial advice, teaches me daily about tools and building things, loves my daughter and my dog (even if he won't admit it) and is my go-to handy man.
  • My two step-children who love their little sister, keep me and their dad on our toes, educate us on school lessons long forgotten, and teach us about all things tween/teen so we can attempt to be semi-cool.
  • My mother-in-law and father-in-law who love me just like I am their own, offer parenting advice for our children, spoil our kids every time they see them, and always cook us our favorite meals.
  • Two brothers, three sisters-in-law, and one brother-in-law that are all also friends that take care of us, tease us, joke with us, and remind us that life's short and shouldn't be taken too seriously.
  • Two nieces and five nephews that make me laugh so, so much and always steal my candy and, before becoming a mama, made being an aunt the best job ever.
  • Lollipop, the dog, who is so good around her new little sister, even when she gets overly excited or jealous of the attention.
  • A list of friends too long to list individually that are always there when we need them, bring us meals after moving or welcoming home a baby, join us for meals out, welcome us in their owns, and provide countless hours of fun and belly laughs.

I am thankful for material things:

  • My iPhone that I check a million times a day and that keeps me in touch with the real world while I'm on maternity leave.
  • My camera and laptop that allow me to blog and keep track of my life in pictures.
  • A fireplace that burns fire for me to sit next to and keep warm.
  • A new mattress being delivered next week to make my bed even cozier to sleep in.
  • New living room furniture and new rug that will be moved into the living room this weekend.
  • Footed pjs that my little girl looks stinkin' cute in.
  • Bologna sandwiches and french onion dip.
  • Packages full of Christmas presents to give arriving on our door step each day.
  • A DVR full of my favorite TV shows waiting to be watched.

Like I said before, this list doesn't even come close to including everything we have to be thankful for, but it's a start.  I hope your list is miles and miles long too.

Are you venturing out tomorrow for Black Friday shopping?  You couldn't pay me to go, and you know I love to shop!  I don't think there's a deal in the world good enough for me to go to Walmart at midnight.  Yeesh.

But guess what?!  In honor of all the super good deals going on tomorrow, I'm going to have a giveaway on this here blog.  Yep, I've got a craft project I knocked out forever ago and I've got an extra one to share with one of you fine readers.  Check back tomorrow for your chance to win!

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. :)

New Floors

When we first toured our current home, it's safe to say that the hardwood floors were not its selling point.  Don't get me wrong - they weren't bad.  They just weren't as nice as some of the other fixtures in the house.  Obviously, they weren't bad enough to keep us from putting in an offer and eventually moving in. The entry way, dining room, office, and living room floors are all covered in red oak hardwood.  They were a pre-finished floor when the previous owners installed them, stained a color that very much brought out the red in the wood.  The sealer on them was very shiny.  Sometimes, if I squinted, it looked like we had red plastic floors.  Also, each wood slat had a beveled edge which meant as you walked across them barefoot, it didn't feel like one flat surface.  Instead, you could feel a small ridge between each board.

So yeah, not really our favorite part of the house but also something we weren't in a huge rush to replace.  Until it hit us that maybe instead of replacing them, we could try having them refinished.  I think I had someone over here giving us a quote within two days of us brainstorming this idea.  Yes! Please refinish our floors!

The good news was that they could definitely be done and the salesman waxed poetic about how beautiful they'd be afterwards.  The bad news was that it'd take three days to do and we wouldn't be able to sleep in the house during the process.  Too fumy.  More brainstorming...and then it hit me that we'd be out of town two weeks later at the beach, so why not have them done then?  Genius!  And so that's what we did.

Of course, before they could work on the floors, we had to completely empty the rooms.  Our office had been the dumping of all the miscellaneous and decorative items when we first moved in.  All of that stuff got carried upstairs to the bonus room.  The dining room didn't have much in it, so it was pretty easy to clear out, and all the living room furniture made its way into the eat-in kitchen.  No more meals at the kitchen table...

Mom, Katie, and I hit the road for Florida bright and early on a Monday morning.  Doc wouldn't be joining us until later in the week, so he was going to oversee the floor refinishing process and sleep at my parents' house.  A couple hours have we pulled out of the driveway, the floor crew arrived.  I don't know why I didn't think to take "before" pictures of the floors.  How stupid of me.  I did have Doc send me a pic of the stairs before they got to work.  The stairs had a carpet runner on them that, to me, resembled deer print.  In fact, I called them Bambi.  I've heard of leapord print and zebra print carpet, but I had no idea deer was an option.

The floor crew would be pulling up the runner and refinishing the stairs too, thank goodness.

Here is a picture I found from when we first toured the home.  It really doesn't show off the floors very well since that wasn't what I was focused on at the time.  They don't look very red or shiny here, but maybe you can tell how there was a beveled edge between each slat.

The crew from day one got to work sanding all the floors.  They would get them sanded down to the bare wood and apply the stain all on the first day.  Thanks to Sandy and the stock markets closing, Doc was actually able to leave work early for the day and come monitor their progress.  Here are the pics he sent me during the sanding process.

Bye-bye Bambi!

You can see in these pics that they hadn't done around the edges yet.  It's amazing to me how quickly they were able to get it sanded down to the bare wood.  And the sanding process removed the beveled edge from the slats.  Hooray!

Part of me wishes I could've been there to see how they did it, but part of me is glad I wasn't there to see how much dust it created.  Doc said they had tons of garbage bags that were full of nothing but sawdust!

Doc didn't hang out at the house all day, and by the time he made it back that evening, they had applied the coat of stain.  We chose a medium-dark color.  With the wood being red oak, we knew they could still have a red undertone, but we hoped this color would mask it a little bit more than what they originally were.

They were already looking so much better!

Days two and three were just for applying the coats of polyurethane.  We chose a satin finish - much less shinier than before.  This was the fumy part and the reason we couldn't stay there.  Each coat needed a day to dry, so even though they were done working on them early Wednesday, we couldn't walk on the floors until Thursday.  (Full disclosure: it's over a week later and we still haven't moved our furniture back in!)

Pretty new floors!

We aren't sure yet if we'll add another carpet runner on the stairs or just put down some trim to finish them out.  Only time will tell.

I love them.  It was not something we had originally planned on doing so soon, but we both thought it made sense to go ahead and do it while the rooms were still fairly empty.  I'm so, so glad we pulled the trigger and did it!  It makes a huge difference and of course, now it's kick-started some other projects.  With the floors looking so good, I want the rest of the rooms to look good too!  I'm tackling a huge living room project right now and can't wait to show  you the pics.  I'm about two days away from being done with it and I already think it makes a huge difference.  Pics soon!

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.