FIFTY-TWOsie aka ONE YEARsie

One year ago today, at exactly 9:38 am, a beautifully magnificent, true blessing from God, albeit totally slimy, baby girl was born. She was absolutely perfect and completely filled the hearts of her parents in a way they never thought possible. Here she is today.

52 weeks

What a goof ball. This little stinker is still filling our hearts with more joy, laughter, and fun than we could have ever imagined. On the one hand it feels like she’s been here much more than just a year, and on the other it’s hard to believe it’s gone by so quickly. Last night as we were going to bed my mom {Gammie and Granddaddy are visiting!} looked at Z and said, “Now don’t come waking me up at midnight telling me it’s time to go to the hospital.” Crazy. Totally, insanely, unbelievable crazy, that it was a full 365 days ago that we took the first step on that final stretch to becoming parents.  {Yes, I realize I’ve already linked to Keelin’s birth story twice and we’re only about 180 words into the post. I can’t promise you won’t see another link before you’re finished reading. If you are new to the blog and haven’t read it yet, please feel free. It was an experience I will never forget and means enough to me that I’m proud to share it with you all}.  I’ve learned more in the last year than I ever imagined. From my faith and patience, to understanding more about myself and my dreams, I can honestly say that 2012 {and 4 1/2 days in 2011} has given me more tid bits of knowledge and full-on slaps to the face than the 24 years before it combined. People talk about having calling to certain careers and paths, this is my calling. Mommyhood. I feel completely undeserving, especially when this sweet and innocent little person runs at me with her arms held out and buries her head in my unacceptably bony shoulder, but so incredibly thankful that God chose me to be a mother. Not just a mother, her mother.

Alright enough reminiscing {see… gotcha again!}… this is STILL a weekly onesie post after all. The final weekly onesie post, to be more specific!

This has been a fantastic week filled with fun, family, traditions, and toys! Christmas {all 3-parts of it} was absolutely wonderful and Keelin has had a blast. We woke up Christmas morning and celebrated the holiday with just the three of us. It was quiet, and quaint, and simply wonderful. Keelin wasn’t all that interested in unwrapping her presents until we got to her EleFUN ball popper! As soon as she got a peek of it from behind the wrapping paper she perked right up and went to town trying to free it from the gift wrap shackles. Once Z and I figured out how to put the thing together {seriously Playskool} it was on like Donkey Kong. Alright, it wasn’t THAT exciting, but she did pick up on the fact that pushing the giant red button would result in fun elephant noises, music, and a rainbow of flying plastic balls. Fun city people! After our little family celebration Z had to go to work and sing to two PACKED houses {who knew that many people would be at the aquarium on Christmas day!} but the Bean and I enjoyed the afternoon together picking up, lounging around, and playing with our toys. The hubs got me a HOT PINK forever lazy… so it was quite the comfy day. Once he returned home it was off to Go Go and Grandpa Gizmo’s house for Christmas part deux. More gifts, more food, more family, more fun. Keelin even took a ride on her new rocking horse elephant.  Yes, rocking ELEPHANT. It’s amazing. She spent the majority of the night walking back and forth over the “speed bump” in the floor {where the kitchen turns into the living room} and trying to snatch my glass of Bailey’s. She was one tuckered out little lady.

This morning we both slept in {poor Z had to get up early for a 4-show day at work} and spent the majority of the day prepping for Gammie and Granddaddy’s visit! Clean house, organized {mostly} guest room closet, our LAST onesie pic snapped *tear*, cookies displayed in an overly inviting manner… please resist the urge to come hang at my house. My parents arrived in the early evening and Christmas part 3 commenced. MORE gifts… of which she was completely interested in… more food, a roaring fire, farting boston terriers, lots of laughs, and a ton of love. Doesn’t get much better than this… except I would have liked to exchange the farting boston terriers for my brother, sister-in-law, and nephew. Farting or not… they were are missed. Last year really spoiled us.

Tomorrow we will celebrate Keelin’s birthday with some close family and friends {for which I am way behind in preparing for… operation party planning is officially ON} and I’m hoping my heart can handle more of these wonderful blessings. I’ve always loved this time of year but seriously… I’m swelling over here. :)

Happy Birthday beautiful girl. You have blessed our lives in more ways that you will ever know!
We had THE MOST FUN during this last photo shoot, and although most of them turned out blurry, there’s no denying Keelin had as much fun as I did. Here are a few favorites from today… and then a year comparison of newborn, 3 month, 6 month, 9 month and 12 month pics. Don’t forget to check out the weekly onesie page to look back at the full year’s worth of weekly pictures. I will miss scanning through all the photos from each shoot but I have to admit it will be nice not having to make sure her fabric and white onesies are prepped and ready each week. Farewell weekly photoshoots.

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year_progressionUntil next time…

 

FOURTY-NINEsie

49 weeks

Hair clip off, holding toes, mouth in mid-raspberry. Perfect picture to capture this tiny person and huge personality!

The Bean has been a non-stop ball of action this week and has been keeping Z and I on our toes. Her walking has turned into a wide-stride RUN and she’s become a pro at somersaults. Not on her own, mind you, she requires an obstacle for her most impressive tricks. One of two preferred obstacles to be specific. The first is one or both of the dogs. She LOVES snuggling with them, it’s too cute for words. But when she isn’t laying on top of them she ‘ll tuck her chin and do a sort of gentle headbutt before going forehead to the ground and sprawling out beneath or right next to them. The pups are so great with her and generally just look up at one of us like “seriously what is this kid doing”. But they let her climb, lay, pull up, and drool all over them. The true definition of puppy love!
Her second, and more hilarious, obstacle of choice is… me. I tend to be a bit fidgety when lounging around in the living room so from time to time I’ll lay on the floor. And now that we’re utilizing the fireplace a little more I’m always on my tummy with my feet by the fire. Keelin apparently sees my floor lounging as an opportunity to practice her acrobatic skills. She will walk up to one side of me, kneel down, put her tummy on my back, and push her self up and over. Her face hits the floor first, of course, but she tucks her head and rolls all the way over me. It’s hysterical. And this isn’t a one and done type of activity. She’ll spend 10 minutes going back and forth over my back. She’ll walk away to scope out something else in the house and come back for another few tumbles. I’m looking into the age minimum for the Olympic trials

Along with her fabulous acrobatic skills, Keelin has become quite the conversationalist. We have no idea what she’s trying to say, but she has very specific inflection with everything she says. Especially while reading or playing in the tub. It cracks me up when her tone gets really excited and ‘matter of fact’ and then she looks at me as if to say, “know what I mean, Mom?” Adorable. It really makes you wonder how much she’s absorbed in the last 11 months and what kind of conversation she’s actually having in her head.

Also, the hubs and I have come to the conclusion that we have created a kleptomaniac. Every time we blink she’s got a hold of the pen we were just writing with, any one of our half dozen remotes, my slippers, the towel that hangs on the stove in the kitchen, either or both of our phones, my work clipboard, Z’s sheet music, or my personal favorite, Z’s wallet. Once she grabs his wallet it’s only a matter of time before the living room is scattered with credit cards. What I’m trying to say is that if you come to visit, you may want to leave any and all personal belongings in the car. She will steal them, and hide them, in a totally different part of the house from where she got them.

In other news, we are getting our CHRISTMAS TREE this week! Hoping to snap some pictures while we ‘shop and chop’ so I can get some Christmas cards made. {Maybe if I tell you all that I’m planning on making Christmas cards this year, the likelihood of it actually happening will go up because you can hold me accountable! Or I’ll let time slip by too fast and not be able to get them out in time for Christmas day so I’ll forget about it all together. Either way, we’re getting a tree.}

Until next time…

EIGHTsie

Not sure what she was looking at, but she was giving it the stink eye for sure! Not sure what she was looking at, but she was giving it the stink eye for sure! not sure what she was looking at but it was definitely getting the stink eye. Perhaps she was picturing the jerk-off that broke into my cool mom mobile.

Instead of spending tons of time and text listing off all the things Keelin did this week {like meet her Godmother, sleep in her crib for the first time and sleep through the from 11:00pm to 7:00am on her second night in her crib} I thought I’d take a different spin on this week’s onesie post. Here goes nothin…

What I have learned about parenthood in the last 8 weeks:

  • Parenthood does not require a minivan.
  • A baby means daddy has one more person to blame his farts on… only now he’s actually telling the truth when I look over with accusing eyes and he points down at the bean.
  • Spit up is, in fact, an acceptable fragrance for a night out on the town. And by night out on the town I mean emergency trip to the grocery store for more diapers.
  • No matter how many times I hear it, I can never get enough of people telling me how adorable my baby is… because I know it’s true.
  • There is no shame in secretly taking an extra 10 minutes alone with my child when I “excuse” myself to breastfeed, just because I’d rather be alone with her than anywhere else.
  • Just because my baby is dressed in pink from head to toe, I shouldn’t assume a stranger would automatically know it’s a girl. Some people just don’t know obvious when it smacks them in the face.
  • There is NOTHING wrong with wanting to be a SAHM.
  • When I’m going on outfit #3 and it’s only 11:00 am, I have every right to let my child go with a onesie slightly decorated in spit up… just to avoid another “IDON’TWANTTOBECHANGED” cry-fest.
  • I don’t need an alarm clock to tell me it’s time to nurse my baby… my boobs will give me the heads up. I just try not to grab them when they “go off”.
  • I never actually shrugged off the parents that talked about never knowing they could love something so much until their child was born, but now I actually understand what they meant.
  • I should never underestimate the ability of a man to sleep through a symphony of tears. Whether it be mine or the babies, chances are he won’t hear either, but that’s ok.
  • If you are 8 weeks into being a first time parent and you haven’t looked at your unconsolable crying child and desperately asked them, “WHAT DO YOU WANT???”, you probably accidentally brought a robot baby home from the hospital.
  • Poop really isn’t as bad as I imagined it would be and blowouts are kind of hysterical.
  • A true friend doesn’t care if I pop my boob out in the middle of a conversation. An infant’s lunch time is lunch time no matter who is around.
{The following are submissions from the hubs}
  • Parenthood has inspired me to get involved in the inner workings of my community. Keelin will need other kids to play with some day after all.
  • I now know that babies can puke twice their weight.
  • Whiskey never tasted so good.
  • How little space we actually have.
  • Any parent-child relationship on TV has the ability to make me tear up at the drop of a hat.
  • Naps are more valuable than gold and silence has never been so sweet.
  • … and so much more!

Until next time…