This post will be a quick slapping up of pictures and a few captions. I have this need to post them, but not a whole lot of time.
It is Saturday morning. I so wish “weekend” still meant an automatic sleep in morning. The 2 girls and I are up. Elle is drinking a milk bottle and eating Honeycomb out of a baggie that she is carrying around with her. Laila is fed and loving her swing and the red lights mommy has hanging from the ceiling in the livingroom. These are the things we do to give mommy some “me time”.
Judge me if you must.
And hey– my husband is still in bed.
You know you got up too early if Ranger Bill is on the radio when you turn it on on Saturday morning. It`s the first kid`s show of the morning and comes on at 7:30. Come on! How can you not know this? I tell ya– when I was growing up, we didn`t have a “television set” to watch cartoons on Saturday mornings like most kids did. But we were happy– we had the CHILDREN`S RADIO FUN HOUSE WITH MR. Z.
And we had our… IMAGINATIONS. Glory be.
Here is a little known trivia about me. One time when our radio at home kicked the bucket over a weekend, me and my siblings all trooped out to the garage, still in our pajamas, and revved up the ol` Dodge minivan RADIO to hear stories that morning. Desperados, I know.
Also. I may or may not have been the ripe old age of 15.
But that was free.
Two warm bodies are now snuggled up against me, so I better press on.
Galen`s parents with VERY new little Laila.
And here they are the night before the scheduled c-section at our house. They had Elle at our house for two nights and here they are getting her to warm up to them. They are such wise, kind people and Elle adores them. I really could not think of a negative word about my in-laws. I feel very, very blessed.
My sweet little family was there before I even called them. My dad was there too– not sure why he`s not on the picture.
Don`t you think that pretty, azure gown just brings out my complexion so nice?
And this is my FAVORITE picture of Laila…
Dear Erika… I think she`s happy for me.
Shelly reflects more on the seriousness of the future, of raising a child.
Stephanie came and brought her southern charm.
Little Lauren– what a honey.
My sister Joy. Mainly she looked too good that day. I was green.
PUN INTENDED! PUN INTENDED!
Dear Julana, she is such a good mom. I want to love my children like she does.
She came and cleaned my entire house. I`ll be grateful for a long, long time…
Little Isaac– he stole the show. For anyone who knows little Zebbie, I think Isaac looks like him on this picture…
My baby sister, Jacinta. Elle loves her– she has come to my rescue many times…
EVERYTIME I have a baby, I have this deap, renewed appreciation for mothers and what they are willing to suffer through to give birth. It always makes me feel especially thankful to my own mom for taking the energy to let ME enter the world…
She has been such a help and support to me and the babies this past week since I have been home…
My Dr. Russell– she`s really cool. She is having a baby soon herself. I often wonder what it would be like to perform a c-section and know that in a month or two, YOU will be letting someone give you one!
We missed Elle so much when I was at the hospital, so one night Galen went all the way to Julana`s and brought her in for a little “family night”. Oddly, enough although we were sad and missing her, she seemed to be raring to get back to the “fun house” where she was staying…
She kept saying “sissy” (Gracie) and standing by the door smiling and cheerfully saying “bye, bye!!” to us.
It`s so hard when you`re a parent and you`re just not COOL anymore.
The first night home. They are loving them some DADDY.
In those first few days I worked to find a safe place where I could put Laila so Elle couldn`t clobber her. This was good until Elle got the notion to carry this trusty stool around with her to “reach new heights”.
She is still carrying it– to the bathroom, the kitchen, the baby`s room… More height, more trouble, I say.
A couple pictures I tried to take of them together. This photo shoot, was BY FAR the most stressful half hour we endured since my surgery.
Love the feet of my girls. They both somehow have not been cursed with the short, stubby toes I bring to the table. They have long, delicate feet and toes. I am so proud.
Elle smiles, but her heart was not in it.
Dry, scaly, skin that lotion does not take care of. Good thing for her, it`s not FLIP FLOP SEASON yet.
One of her announcements. I know it`s a real killjoy to post this, previous to you getting one fresh in your mailbox…
Oh, well, call me a killjoy.
Her eyes are blue, little cesspools of love. She looks good here. I think this is about her equivalent of a glamor shot. Right now, she has a bad cold in her eye (read: snot looking stuff oozing from them).
So yeah, it`s a “good” picture of her. One day we will get her back to her former glory.
Reflecting on better days before they brought home that baby.
They really do love eachother…
Life at our house. I love it.
So fluffy and cuddly.
Julana, I LOVE the hat. Can`t wait to go out so I can wear it, other then on her to bed.
And here, I have to pause to brag– over a year ago, I bought this little dress on a clearance rack at Children`s Place for .99!! I kept it around “just in case”.
How can you beat that? .99 is ALMOST cheaper then free– if you think about it long enough…
Alrighty, well let`s say that this post is only now finished because G took Elle along to Wooster to get us some groceries for the week. He looked paniced when he left and said it will take him 2 hours at Walmart because he can never find anything there. My list was small and well detailed. (Exp. “Near the bread isle”, “Box that is long, NOT the short kind” or, “Purple packaging” etc.)
I am most excited because they are eating at Wendy`s and Elle will get her beloved chicken fingers. So- no making lunch for me! (As if I even have, for the last week)
I guess I will live my dreams through them (of getting out of the house one day).
Enjoy your Saturday!