Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Movie Day



The weather has been ungodly hot this summer, and with no shade at all in our yard, I am quickly running out of things to do with you on these long summer days. The movie theatre near us offers $1 movies on Tuesday mornings at 10am, and i figured you are probably too young to sit through a movie, but for a dollar, who cares if we leave after 10 minutes. When we got there, you were so fascinated by all the kids and the huge screen. You wouldn't let go of your ticket, you had to hold it the whole time. When the movie began, it was Charlotte's Web, but not a cartoon version. I thought for sure you would want to leave right away. But you LOVED the animals and you sat through the entire thing, eating your popcorn, being so quiet and clapping at the end! Your Dad and I love the movies, we used to go every Sunday before we had you, and he is so looking forward to going to the movies all together.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Missing Mitzi...



I am pretty much an emotional mess today, I guess it's because Aunt Mitzi left to go back to California, then you peed on the potty...which should make me happy, but only made me sad because you are getting so big so fast. As I sat there on the bathroom floor pretending to be excited that you peed, I started to cry, and you looked at me, wiped away my tears, and said "it's ok momma" gave me a hug and proceeded to pat my back. God, I love you so much kid, and I just hope that you always know that. And I pray that I can show you in a million different ways every single day how much I love you and how happy you make me all the time. You are the only one that could put a smile on my face today. You are the best thing that ever happened to Daddy and I and you make life that much sweeter.

Pee-Pee on the Potty!



You won't even be 2 for a few more months, but you love to tell me that you pooped! You must hate the feeling of it being in your diaper, and who can blame ya, but you always tell me after the fact! Today you told me that you pooped, and when I sae that your diaper was dry, I ran and put you on the potty. You wanted me to read you a book, and then you peed!!!!! You started clapping your little hands and inspected the potty and your pee, before flushing it down. Of course you pooped in your diaper about 3 mintues later, but I'll take this as a positive start! It makes me a little sad, because I am so not ready for you to be a big girl and start to grow-up.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Tea Party






I can never say enough how blessed I am to have such amazing girlfriends in my life. We have been through it all together and our bond as stood the test of time, and now we all have these 4 amazing little girls that are sure to grow up and be even closer than we are...if that is even possible. Michelle graciously once again offered to do pictures of all the girls together and she had the amazing idea to do a "tea party" photo shoot. The girls LOVED it and it obvioulsy shows throughout all the pictures. We didn't have high expections for pictures of 4 almost 2 year olds plus baby Dillon who is 9 months, but I should know by now to never doubt the talent of Michelle Evans! I think of the million photoshoots she has blessed me with of my daughter, this has got to be my favorite thus far! I can't wait to blow some of these prints up and put them in Michaela's room and throughout the house! Can you imagine how awesome these pictures would be on the invite of their Sweet 16's?!










I'm Back!!!



I had originally planned on only keeping this blog for the first year of Michaela's life and then turning it into a book (which I am still in the process of doing) but then I realized how much I missed blogging! And at almost 21 months old, Michaela is doing more things now than every before and she is changing every single day! I hope I continue to keep up with it this time because I spent all morning re-reading all my posts from last year and I am so happy that I blogged as frequently as I did!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Your Birth Story


I was only 38 weeks and one day pregnant when you decided to come. I guess because I assumed I would go "late" like most first babies, I hadn't really even begun wrap my head around what was about to happen to my life. It was 7 o'clock in the morning when I woke up to pee, like I did 10 times a night, and the minute my feet hit the floor and I stood up my water broke! I was in such shock, I stood there for a few minutes wanting to make certain I wasn't peeing all over the floor, and this in fact was what I thought it was! Your Dad was in the bathroom getting ready for work, when I ran in and screamed that my water had broke. He had this look on his face that I will never forget. Pure and utter shock, like he hadn't thought this day would ever come. I called the doctor, and got in the shower, while your Dad ran around like a nervous wreck packing a bag for the hospital.

I never started contracting on my own, but that whole car ride to the hospital, I was holding my breath just waiting for this extreme pain to start. We got to triage around 8:30am and they started me on pitocin, got us a room, and told us we were going to be in for a long day. First baby, induced labor, only 1 cm dilated = a loooooooog labor process, we were told. The nurse said you would most likely not even be born until the next day. They told me I could have an epidural when I reached 4cm, but assured me that wouldn't be for awhile, so they told us to sit tight and try to get some rest.

By 11am I was in so much pain, that I couldn't even believe that people had children without pain medicine. I looked at the clock and realized only 2 hours had gone by, and thought there was no way I was 4cm already, but there was also no way I was waiting one more minute for some pain relief. With some begging and pleading, the checked me, and I was almost 5cm, and I got an epidural right away! I was in heaven after that. I could finally relax, try to get some sleep, and I knew your Dad felt so much better not seeing me in so much pain. We turned down the lights and just when I started to doze off, they told me they need to check my progress.

It was 2pm and I was 10cm dilated and they told me it was time to get ready to push! 10cm already! I could hardly believe it. It was all happening so fast! They said it was going to take all day, and I had barely been in the hospital for 5 hours!

Pushing was the hardest thing in the world. They had to turn down my epidural, and then turn it off for me to be able to feel when to push. It was the most pain I had ever felt in my entire life. For 2 and half hours I pushed. I cried, I screamed, I thought you would never come out. I was exhausted, scared, and worried about you, but then I looked up at your Dad, and he said "she's right there, and she has black hair, you are doing so great." He held my leg the whole time, encouraging me when I needed it, and helping me in anyway that he could. I couldn't believe we were about to be parents.

At 5:00 on the dot, a mere 10 hours after my water broke that morning, you took your first breath. They placed you on my chest and....the....world.....just.....stopped. I cried and I remember thinking "somebody pinch me, because this has to be a dream, the most amazing dream". The room was silent, and my life was forever changed. You were perfect and all mine. Everything I knew I always wanted was here. You cried, but not for long, and they whisked you away to clean you off, and I remember your Dad kissing me, and then running to be with you. At that moment his heart became yours.

You were 5 pounds 10 ounces and 19 and half inches long. I couldn't believe how small you were, and how hard it was to push you out. After they cleaned you up, they handed you to your Dad, and he was so in love. He walked over to me, and handed you to me. I melted. I couldn't believe that you were here, and you were mine, and you were healthy, and perfect, and I was a mother. A mother. I was a mother. You were my daughter, and I was your mother. We sat and held you for about a half hour before letting anyone else come in. You were so awake and alert, and your eyes were the most amazing eyes I had ever seen. They locked on to my eyes and they were the darkest little eyes, it was as if you were looking into my soul, like we had met once before, and were seeing one another for the first time in a long time. I must be in heaven.

Mimi, Poppy, Bulya and Dulya were all waiting to come in and meet you. Poppy held you first, and everyone cried out of pure happiness when they saw you for the first time. Your Dad was so proud of you and showed you off with such beaming pride.

Tuesday October 13th, 2009 at 5:00 on the dot my life was forever changed in the most amazing way. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you more than I thought it was humanly possible to love somebody. You make my life so complete and perfect. I am so blessed to have you as my daughter, Michaela. Happy First Birthday to my beautiful miracle baby.



ONE YEAR OLD!


How is it even possible that you have been on this earth for one entire year? I can't even wrap my head around this! At one year old you are starting to make your opinion known in the only ways you know how...yelling, screaming, biting, and kicking. I guess since you are officially a toddler now, the temper tantrums have begun. They are few and far in between, but for a little girl that has been so well behaved her whole year of life, it's quite a change for us. You are an awesome little eater, which makes me so happy. You are now drinking real milk, but insist that we heat up. You are still not walking, but trying, and falling, falling, falling! I hold my breath ever time you take a tumble, but 95% of the time you just keep on moving like nothing ever happened! You love to clap your hands and dance to any music that you hear. Even though you aren't saying anymore actual words, you are jabbering more than ever! You still only have 4 teeth, but I can see 2 more coming through on the top. You still love to snuggle every night before bed, and I look forward to it every night. This year went by in a blink of an eye. I love you more with every passing day. I know before I know it you will blowing out your candles on your 16th birthday.