Friday, December 28, 2012


Kylie saw snow for the very first time today!  We bundled her up in her snow suit and took her outside so she could see it close up. 

It's safe to say that Robert and I were way more excited about KK's first snow than she was. She just needs to learn a bit about sledding and snow days and I'm sure all that will change. 

Monday, December 24, 2012

The Christmas Explosion of 2012

Robert and I hosted Christmas this year and we had quite a full house!  In addition to us and Kylie, both of our moms came to town, plus my Gramma, Uncle Bill, Aunt Deb, Steve, Heather, Josie, Forrest and Heather's mom and grandma.  It was so fun to all be together!

Christmas Eve started off pretty normal, we chilled at the house and fried a turkey for a rather large pot-luck style Christmas dinner.

Mom, Gramma and I took a FOUR generations photo this year.  We take one every Christmas (click here for last year) and this is the first Christmas with Kylie in the picture!  I am beyond thrilled to have this photo.

We also had another four generations of lovely ladies in the house, Jean, Linda, Heather and Josie.  I don't care who you are, that's cool to have four generations, times two, together at once!

So, like I was saying, all was normal and stuff and then BAM, the weather FREAK-OUT happened.  We had all been keeping an eye on the weather reports all day and then the weather-dude reported that we had "100% chance" of snow on Christmas in Bentonville. 

OMG, you guys.

If you know my mom, or my Gramma, or Robert's mom, you won't have to stretch your imagination very much to figure out how all this went down.  "We need to get on the road NOW!"  "We don't want to get SNOWED-IN!!!"  "Oh my gosh, we are going to DIE!!"

Ok, so I made that last part up.  But you get the gist.

Everyone then decided that they needed to head home.  On Christmas Eve.  Before we had Christmas, which put present-opening on the fast track to crazy-town.

Before things wild, I snapped this serene photo of the tree glowing and the gifts all stacked neatly...

And I got this photo of the three cousins together.  Josie and Forrest were chomping at the bit to open gifts, but KK just wanted a nap!

Directly after the photo above was taken, it was like a bomb went off in our living room, no joke. Panic had set in and everyone was trying to tear through the packages as quickly as possible so they could get on the road.  And so began the Christmas Explosion of 2012.

There was paper flying everywhere, gifts being tossed across the room and the two little kids were opening anything they could get their hands on, theirs or not.  

I don't think these photos quite do justice to show the madness. 


Baby Kylie even managed to stay awake to witness the craziest Christmas ever.  Robert and I opened just a couple gifts with her and then we tucked the rest away to open with her on Christmas day.  Our little honey was tired, but she was a trooper!

Then everyone packed up got on the road to avoid the apparent blizzard that was destined to hit Bentonville the night.

After all that, guess how much snow we got?

ZERO.  Zip.  Nada.  None. At. All.

Seriously?  After "100% chance" of death and destruction, we don't even see a f-in' flurry?  The weather guys is soooo on my shit list.  He's fired.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Oh, Christmas Tree!!

We got the Christmas tree up and decorated over the Thanksgiving holiday!  It took three days to set it up, fluff it and decorate it.  Twelve feet is a lot of tree!

Kylie is mesmerized by it.  I laid down with her underneath the tree and she began to tell me all about how awesome it is.  

Kylie would look up at the tree, her eyes as big as saucers, and throw her little arms and legs towards the tree while making big, loud noises.  Then she would turn and babble at me with her eyebrows raised.  It was obvious how excited she was about it!  She did that over and over again.

Welcome to this magical season, tiny girl!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Water Baby

I think Kylie is going to be a water baby, just like her momma.  Even though we are still bathing her in the infant bath tub on the counter, she prefers to scoot all the way to the end of the tub so that she can lay down with her ears under the water.  Like so...

As soon as she can master sitting up on her own, we will be ready to try out the big kid tub! 

Monday, November 5, 2012

Four Months and Cereal

Kylie turned four months old on Saturday! 

At 4 months, Kylie is a very happy girl and does really well in social settings involving large groups, as she is completely facinated by everyone and everything.  I take her to my Friday morning meeting at work once in a while (she's a big deal around the office) and she always just chills out, watching everyone.  She gets lots of compliments about how good she is.

Robert and I noticed last week that Kylie is eating a lot more frequently than she has been.  On Saturday we were feeding her 4-5 ounces about every two hours!  So, we started talking about "cereal", as we had heard that cereal will help her feel full longer.

I have a confession to make.  In the midst of our conversation about how hungry our girl seems, I turned to Robert and said, "You know, I have absolutely no idea what "cereal" means as far as a baby is concerned.  I know I like chocolate Cherrios, but I don't have a clue what baby cereal is."  Robert started laughing and said, "I'm so glad you said that, because I was thinking the same thing!"

I started Googling it and that was really zero help.  Our next door neighbor explained it to us, so last night I went to Harps and got a box of Gerber Rice Cereal.  It's more like flakes, and I don't mean Frosted Flakes.  Though I'm sure most people reading this know exactly what the heck baby cereal is.  Good for you guys, ok?

From what I read online, baby cereal is meant to be spoon-fed.  So, I mixed some with formula, set Kylie in her bumbo, Robert grabbed the video camera and we gave it a whirl.

It did NOT go as planned.  Kylie wore more cereal than she got into her mouth.  Yes, part of that is my fault because I was giggling and spilling it, but she was also pushing the cereal out with her tongue.  Something I read online said that if they are doing that, then they aren't ready for the spoon.

Cereal fail!

Since the cereal was completely liquid anyway, we just poured it into her bottle and gave it to her that way.  She loved it!  KK gobbled down 9 ounces of formula/cereal like it was nothing, then passed out cold.

She still woke up hungry around 3:30 this morning, but she did go to bed early at 7pm.  With the time change, that would have been 8pm.  We just have to get her schedule straightened out. 

I hope the cereal will help Robert and I get a few nights of uninterrrupted sleep.  As she grows, those nights are fewer and farther between because she is so hungry in the middle of the night.

I actually had someone ask me if I feed her during the night when she wakes up hungry.  What?  Is that a real question?  Of course I feed her!  I like to sleep and unless I want to be up the rest of the night with a pissed off redheaded baby with a serious set of pipes, then YES, she must be fed.

Do some parents really deny their infants food because of their sleep schedule?  I don't see how that is a good idea.  I know I can't sleep when I'm hungry...

Anyway, our sweet girl is growing fast.  She's such a fun baby and we are so glad that God chose us to be her mommy and daddy.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Happy Halloween!!

Well, we did it again this year, we managed to be the scariest house on the block with all of our creepy stuff. Most of the little kids, who were out early in the daylight, were too scared to come up to the porch. And who can blame them? They had to crawl under the cobwebs, past the zombies and monsters to get to the doorbell for some candy.

Oh yes, we waited for them to make it by all that before we came to the door.  And yes, we hid in the shadows, watching and giggling.  Geez, we're so bad! If it looked like the kids were going to turn around and not come on through, we surrendered and went outside with candy.

One dad came under the cobwebs with his tiny kid and then looked surprised when we answered the door.  He said, "Wow, that sure is a scary setup you have, but then you make it to the door and the Flintstones answer and then it's all ok!" 

Yabba Dabba Doo!
I made my Wilma costume and Kylie's Pebbles costume with my mad skillz on my sewing machine.  Pretty good, considering I didn't have a pattern for either one and I was just winging it.  I found my red wig at Wal-Mart.  It was a devil wig, so I just cut the horns off and put it in a Wilma up-do.  And I made my necklace from Styrofoam balls.
I also make a bone for the top of Pebbles' head, but it was awkward and heavy and didn't stay on her head well, so she partied sans-bone on Halloween.  KK still made a pretty cute Pebbles! 

I had found Robert's costume on clearance after Halloween last year, so we had planned to be the Flintstones before we knew if Kylie was going to be a Pebbles or a Bambam. We just lucked out that she turned out to be a redheaded baby girl; the perfect Pebbles! The Flintstones were a big hit. 

Kylie came to the door with us each time to hand out candy, and she was facinated with watching all of the other kids.  She got kind of heavy, carrying her back and forth to the door, so we put her in her stroller and just wheeled her around.  She was so good the whole night!

After we ran out of candy, we went outside to bring the zombies in and we saw some kids walking across the street, pointing to our house and saying, "That was my favorite house!"  Yay, we're the favorite house! Haha!  We sure had fun dressing up to hand out candy. 

Happy Halloween, everyone!
And a very Happy 1st Halloween to our sweet baby Kylie!

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Pumpkin Carving

We carved pumpkins on Sunday at our house with some friends.

Afterwards, we attempted to take a picture of Kylie inside of Lexi's big pumpkin. That went over like a pregnant high-jumper. Baby Girl was NOT having a thing to do with being inside a pumpkin, thankyouverymuch!

When the sun finally set, there were only three pumpkins left that had not been taken home, so we lit them up and snapped a photo!

Monday, October 29, 2012

The TRUTH About Nursing

No one really ever tells moms-to-be how hard and how much work breastfeeding is.  When I was pregnant and I went to a breastfeeding class, or talked to people about it, it was made to seem easy.  No packing bottles when you travel, no buying formula, I'm just a ready-made meal for the baby! 

That may be true, but it's a lot of time and a lot of work.  I mean, a girl can't even get a night off to have a few drinks.  Sure, I can pump and dump as well as the next person, but I still have to pump.  No breaks. Ever.

Getting started in the hospital was really difficult.  In my post about KK's birth, I wrote all about the massive bruising to my abdomen.  That meant that I couldn't hold her across my stomach as I needed to.  And I was high as a kite on morphine and whatever else they were running through my IV. 

All that combined meant that I couldn't really get Kylie positioned correctly to nurse.  Robert saved the day, as usual, and helped me get her latched on.  He's amazing.  He went to the breastfeeding class with me and knew all the right things to do.  Me and my morphine-brain wouldn't have been able to make it work without Robert!

Nursing takes time, a LOT of time.  In the beginning, KK was nursing every two hours.  Not two hours from when she got done the last time, two hours from when the STARTED nursing.  And she was taking an hour to nurse, so that meant that I maybe got an hour break in between. 

I got nothing done for the first month, at least.  I really had no clue how demanding it was going to be.  It was a bit of a shocker.  She seemed to be hungry all the time!  I was so tired and so badly wanted a break and a few hours of solid sleep.

Having people visit was an ordeal, especially if they didn't show up when they said they would.  I would start nursing 1.5 hours before I was expecting company, so that she would be fed and happy for about an hour while visiting.  When people would show up late, Kylie would be on the verge of being hungry again.  Many visits were cut short.  It was frustrating.

Then things started getting easier.  She started lasting longer between nursing sessions, I was able to position her correctly and my supply was amazing.  It still took her a while to nurse, but she was becoming more and more efficient, so we were not tied to hour sessions each time.

When I was preparing to go back to work, Robert and I started to bottle feed KK more often so she could get used to it.  She hadn't had a bottle much and she wasn't very good at taking it.  She's choke from the flow and cry and refuse the bottle.  We worked at it and by the time she started day care, she was handling it pretty well.

About two weeks before I headed back to work, Kylie started doubling the amount she was eating and I couldn't keep up with her.  She was having a growth spurt.  I started to supplement with formula and the rumors are true, once you do that, your supply takes a hit.  Between the formula and starting back to work, my supply dwindled.  Rather than getting 3-4 ounces each time I pumped, I was lucky to get an ounce total. Most times it was about a half an ounce total.

I was on the verge of quitting.  It was so frustrated.  I felt like a damn pack mule, traipsing around with my laptop bag, my purse and the oh-so-large pump bag all in tow while going from my office to Sam's home office and back, all day, every day.  And then to get so little milk after all that effort??  Are you kidding?

Robert introduced me to his friend's wife who is a lactation consultant here at Mercy Hospital.  I started on a combination of fenugreek, blessed thistle and reglan. I was taking a ridiculous amount of capsules each day.  Three pills, three times a day of EACH of the supplements and then another 4 reglan pills on top of that.  That's 22 pills a day, people.  I chew gummy multivitamins so I don't have to swallow pills. 

About three days in, my supply jumped up dramatically and I was back to getting 3-4 ounces in the mornings and 2-3 ounces in the afternoon.  Frickin' sweet, you guys.  I was amazed that my supply had recovered. 

Then the reglan took a hold of me and made me crazy.  It said right there on the bottle that it may cause depression and anxiety.  I saw that when I first started taking it and thought to myself, "No need to worry about that, I'm happier than I've ever been and nothing can get me down!"  Not true.  I was crying every day, so sad and hopeless feeling. It was awful!

I finally had a big melt-down on Friday night and caused a huge fight with Robert.  Well, a huge fight for us is raising our voices and then not talking for an hour.  After I calmed down I apologized and told him I think it's the reglan and I decided to quit taking it.  It's not worth how it's making me feel and act.  I don't want to feel sad and I know I have nothing to feel sad about.  It's got to be the reglan!

Over the weekend we had a pumpkin carving party at our house and I didn't pump nearly as much as I should have on Sunday.  This morning my supply is back to where it was BEFORE all of the supplements and reglan.  Sigh.

Robert and I talked and I've decided to go ahead and quit breastfeeding.  I feel really guilty and selfish for wanting to quit.  I know how good it is for her and for me, but I'm so tired.  There is no part of me that wants to take pills all day every day.  Sometimes I can't even get them all down.  I am tired of being tied to the pump too.  I even pumped in my car when my mom and I were at the War Eagle craft fair a couple weeks ago. 

Robert tells me he's really proud of me for doing it for 4 months.  I truly appreciate him being so supportive of me.  He's the best.  I had hoped to go for 6 months at least, so I'm disappointed in myself.  I just didn't know that it would be like it is.  I've got to get over being down on myself for quitting though.  I think it may just take a little time.

I'm not trying to be whiny or anything, I just wanted to write this post for any mothers-to-be out there who are thinking about breastfeeding.  I highly recommend it for the baby (she's not been sick once) and for the mom (I've lost 57lbs so far since having KK!), but I thought it would be helpful to have a perspective from someone who isn't sugar-coating the whole thing.  I wish someone had been brutally honest with me about it before I had Kylie. I still would have done it, but at least I would have known what to expect so it wasn't such a shocker.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

War Eagle Craft Fair

My mom came to town this weekend and she and I went to the War Eagle craft fair yesterday.   We had never been before, but it's a pretty big deal around these parts.  It was awesome!!

We had heard rumors about how bad the traffic gets around the fair, so we left the house around 7am to get there in time for it to start at 8.  We didn't hit any real traffic and got right in and scored a close parking spot.  On the way out we passed, literally, miles and miles of cars waiting to get in.  Cars were parked as far as we could see in the fields all around the fair.  Apparently, craft vendors come from all over the US to participate in the fair.

Mom and I were at War Eagle for about 4 hours and we saw everything there was to see.  The vendors had such cool things and great ideas.  Well, except for one booth we passed.  It was like this lady had dragged out her old junk for a garage sale.  I'm not sure what that was all about.  But the REST of it was very neat.

Mom found some good Christmas gifts, so I know what some of you are getting for Christmas!  I take cash bribes if you want to know. (Kidding! Mom, I'm only kidding.) 

I only took a small amount of money with me, because I could potentially go nuts and spend every red cent that Robert and I have on glorious crafts, but then we would probably have to sell our house and I really like our house, so that would be no good.  Because I didn't bring a lot of money, I passed up so many things I wanted to get, but NEXT YEAR....oh I can't wait for next year!

This was my purchase of the day; a very cute hat for an even cuter baby:
I felt ok buying this because she doesn't have a hat yet and it's about to get cold, so I was going to have to get one anyway.  Mom and I also got a ginormous bag of kettle corn.  That's sort of a "must have" when one goes to a fair.  That, and corn dogs.  We got one of those to split too.

Yes, it looks like the War Eagle Craft Fair is going to be an annual (or bi-annual, as there is a fair in May also) mother-daughter event for us.  Hopefully, when Kylie is a bit older, it can turn into a mother-daughter-granddaughter event.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Holy Crap! FEET!

Kylie found her feet!

She's all, "These are MINE and I'm going to hold onto them all the time!"
KK clutching her toes sure makes changing a diaper that much more tricky.  Thank goodness Robert and I have ninja-like skills and speed.  An ordinary parent may not be able to get a diaper back on her and she'd have to run around sans-pants.  And that would be messy.  No bueno.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Three Months

Sweet jeebus!  Our little sizzle britches is 3 months old today!

All of a sudden she is starting to grow really fast.  We started supplementing with formula about three weeks ago and I swear she has hit a major growth spurt since then.  She's not a flimsy little newborn anymore, she's now a solid, substantial baby!

The girl eats.  A lot.  I'm talking like 5-10 ounces at a time these days. I think part of it is that she isn't eating (or sleeping) well at daycare.  The little daily report she brings home with her is all like 1.5 ounces here and 2 ounces there....then she comes home and gobbles down 10 ounces like she hasn't eaten in a week and passes out cold, sometimes by 7:30pm.

The earlier bed times are good for her though.  She's been sleeping through the night since around 7 weeks and she'll sleep anywhere from 7-11 hours at a time.  Once in a while we'll hit an odd night where she will wake up around 4am, but for the most part she is a good little sleeper. 

Thank God for that, because our first night at home with her, Robert and I both thought we were going to DIE.  I remember thinking, "What the HELL did we just get ourselves into??!"

At 3 months, Kylie is on the verge of rolling over.  She makes it just about to her stomach and then will roll back.  Mostly this is motivated by eating.  She roots around and tries to nurse on whatever surface she is laying on, which results in her rolling almost completely over.  Once she realizes her bed, blanket or whatever doesn't have a boob, she'll roll back to her back.  

The sweet baby has some rhythm already, which is kinda cool.  We have music on in the house often and about 3 weeks ago I was feeding her a bottle and the song "Best Mamgu Ever" by Underworld came on the Jambox and she started bobbing her little head and moving her feet in time with the music.  I was amazed!  

She digs music, so I try to play a variety for her.  I'm not so much into Twinkle, Twinkle and crap like that, so she's listening to Dave Matthews, Pink, 311, Led Zeppelin, Nine Inch Nails, etc.  I know, I know, she probably needs to learn those baby songs so she can be part of the "in" crowd at preschool, but we have a lot of time to work on that.

She is smiling a lot and laughing these days and she is quite a talker.  The expressions on her face are priceless when she's talking.  She has so much to say and she'll raise her eyebrows and look all kinds of serious about whatever she's jabbering about. I see a lot of detention for talking too much in her future.

Kylie was introduced to her jumperoo this past week and she likes it!  We had to put a folded up blanket under her feet because her legs aren't long enough to touch the ground yet.  With the blanket in place she is able to get some bouncy-action going on.

Her BFF is still the ceiling fan.  She loves to look at and talk to any ceiling fan.

She loves baths and has discovered how to kick her legs to make the water splash out of her bath tub. Robert and/or I end up soaked after every bath, but it sure is fun to watch her play, so it's all good!

All in all, our silly baby girl is just wonderful!  She amazes us every single day and she gets more fun and much easier to handle as time goes on.  We cannot believe how fast the first three months has flown by, but, as the saying goes, "Time flies when you're having fun!" 

Thursday, September 20, 2012


Robert and I play kickball in the fall with my team at work.  It's pretty fun, so we decided to play again this year.   Our jerseys are dripping with awesomeness too; Robert is "Thing 1" and I'm "Thing 2".  I don't think anyone uses their real names on the jerseys.

We headed out to play our first two games last night.  We always play two games, one night a week.  It's an outing for us without the baby, so it's kind of nice to get a couple of hours to do something different.  We were excited to get out of the house and play!

All was going well, until it was my turn to kick. 

Let me preface this story with the disclaimer that I have not done anything even remotely close to running since last fall when we played. 

I kicked the ball and proceeded to haul ass to first base.  I was trying to get there so fast that I got ahead of myself and ended up falling and skidding on the ground.

To make matters worse, when I fell I DISLOCATED my friggin' shoulder!  The pain literally took my breath away.  I couldn't get up off the ground and I honestly thought my shoulder was broken. 

I was freaking out on the inside, wondering how the heck I'm going to take care of Kylie with a busted shoulder.  As it turns out it was just dislocated.  Thank God!

My friends got me off the ground and Robert, who had kicked before me and had not seen me fall, came jogging over from second base.  He grabbed my arm, pulled it out and popped my shoulder back into place right there on the spot. 

Once again, I have to brag on my amazing husband.  It didn't even hurt to get my shoulder put back into place (though I was so scared!) and it actually felt a ton better immediately.

My shoulder is still not right and it likely won't be for a while.  It hurts to do a lot of simple things, like pull a shirt over my head.  I'll have to be careful of it for a while.

I'm guessing that is the end of kickball for me this year.  I won't be able to throw with my arm like this and, Lord knows, I don't really want to run bases again and risk falling.  Haha, I'm sooo getting old or something.  I never used to care if I got hurt.

Things are different with a baby to care for though.  I can't afford to be out of commission right now.

I still can't believe that really happened! 

Monday, September 10, 2012

Going Back to Work

I'm going back to work two weeks from today. I'm a bit apprehensive about the whole "leaving the house ON TIME" thing, so at Robert's suggestion, I'm using this week and next week to practice.

I got up this morning about 5:45, though my alarm clock went off at 5.

Oh how I wish I were a morning person! My dear old dad gets up at some crazy hour of the morning to walk each day. And by "crazy hour", I'm talking about 4:30 or something like that.

I saw more 4:30am's in college because I stayed up that late, um, "studying", than I have seen 4:30's from waking up that early in my entire existence.

After stepping through the motions of getting ready this morning I realize some of changes that are needed in order to make this happen for real in 2 weeks.

For starters, I need to pump early and have Robert feed Kylie. And that makes me sad. I'm already giving up our day time nursing, but now I really need the morning time back too.

Kylie is not a morning person either. Don't get me wrong, that little girl wakes up so happy, but it takes her forever to wake up. I swear she could lay in bed and just stretch for a good 30 minutes. So, it takes about an hour of time to wake her up, nurse and change her diaper.  And this mom is NOT about to wake up at 4am every morning, so Dad's gotta step in here.

I plan to pack up my pump bag, laptop and diaper bag the night before and I plan to iron my clothes and pick out clothes for KK the night before too so that my mornings won't be as rushed.

I'm both happy and sad about going back to work.  On one hand it will be kind of fun to get out of the house and do something different during the day.  KK and I have our routine and we go walking at Crystal Bridges or go to Wal-Mart, but my goals for the day include things like getting her down for a nap and washing all the bottles.  On the other hand, I'm really, really going to miss hanging out with her all day. I mean, I had a hard time letting her sleep in her own bedroom under the same roof.  How am I going to survive dropping her off at daycare?!  I'm skeerd.

I hope she likes daycare and I hope she adjusts well.  Robert and I have been teaching her how to take a bottle to get her ready for it.  She's not really that good at the bottle yet.  She chokes and cries and fights it, but she is getting the hang of it. 

I plan on practicing my morning routine a few days this week and a few days next week.  I sure wish work started about 10am, rather than 7:30.  Come to think of it, 2:00 would be a great time to get off work.  I could totally do 10-2.  With an hour lunch break. Duh!  A girl's gotta eat!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

2 Month Checkup

Kylie had her 2 month checkup today. She's a healthy girl, but very small!  She's in the 12th percentile for height and 30th for weight. I'm not exactly sure how tall folks like me and Robert managed to create such a tiny girl.  

She got her first round of shots this morning, well, she got a couple shots in the hospital when she was born, so I guess this would technically be her second round of shots.

I couldn't watch.  I don't do needles.  

Thankfully, Robert was there to hold her while the nurse administered the shots.  I teared up just listening to her.  She had a few seconds of a delayed reaction, but then screamed and cried sooo loudly.  It was terrible!  

We also got KK some baby zantac for reflux.  She's been having these crying spells almost every evening and she arches her back and just wails and is inconsolable.  It's obvious she is in pain, so thankfully her doctor listened to our concerns and prescribed something to help her.

The doctor is also having us start her on a multivitamin to make sure she is getting the nutrients she needs since she is so tiny.  

Both the zantac and the vitamin taste AWFUL.  I tasted both to see what she would be dealing with and I feel so bad for her that she has to start taking those each day, because they are disgusting.  

That part of being a parent sucks ass.  The shots and the meds...we have to be good parents and make sure she takes them, but holding her down for shots or forcing her to take medicine is not fun at all. Gotta do it though!

Her next appointment will be in early November for her 4 month checkup.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Two Months

Kylie is two months old today!

We did our monthly photo shoot and she totally pulled a "senior portrait" pose with her fist under her chin.  I'm sure she was trying to put that fist in her mouth and it just didn't make it there, but hey, it made for a cute pic! 

Monday, August 13, 2012

In da crib, yo!

Last night was Kylie's first night in her crib in her room!

I had a much harder time with it than she did. It wasn't that she is growing up that had me upset, it's that I was so worried that she would be scared waking up in there, alone, in the dark.

I went to put her to bed and I just held her close and cried! It was dark and didn't let her see any tears, because I didn't want to scare her, but I couldn't help it.

She cried once after I left the room, so I went in to console her. We are trying to encourage self-soothing, but I did end up picking her up from her crib and nursing her a little. She relaxed, so I put her back down and then we watched from the monitor as she fell asleep.

I told Robert, here I am, so worried that she will wake up scared, but she is perfectly content right there, because she feels completely secure and doesn't know yet that there is ever anything to be afraid of. She did great and we are so proud of her.

Then the thunderstorms started, the very, very loud, bright thunderstorms. I was jumping at the loud clashes of thunder; Kylie was sleeping through it all.

I laid awake watching the monitor anytime I heard a peep out of her. Finally, an hour or so later, I decided to turn off the video screen so I could sleep. I just pretended like she was in the pack and play next to me and I was able to relax and sleep until she woke me up at 4am!

Her first night by herself in her own room was a success!! Yay, Kylie the big girl!

Friday, August 3, 2012

KK - One Month Old

Kylie is 1 month old today!

What a big girl!!  Photo shoots with a baby are quite funny, as moods and faces are constantly changing.  Here is a sample of random photographs from our shoot today; the many faces of Kylie Brown...

Testify, sister!

 "Little Bundle of hate", as Robert says...


 Hiding a dirty secret (probably in her diaper), "Heh heh heh...fools!"

"I have an idea!"

This one makes my heart hurt because she looks so sad.  She's all, "You're hurting my feelings!"

At one month old, KK is a really good baby for the most part. She is quite dramatic and has a little fake cough that she does when she's starting to get upset, which is completely adorable and funny.

However, it is the fair warning before the wind up.  So take heed, people.

The worse crying we see is when she has a gas bubble stuck or when she is hungry. The rest of the time she's pretty mellow and easy. 

Kylie sleeps anywhere from 3-6 hours at a time at night, which is awesome!  In the middle of the night, she goes directly back to sleep when she's done nursing. 

She's hilarious when she's nursing while half-asleep.  She'll unlatch herself without realizing it and then start going to town gnawing on whatever is close to her mouth...her hands or arm, my arm, her blanket...I call her the baby piranha. 

I don't know how to describe it, but at times Kylie seems mature for her age by looks she gives, like she's deep in thought, or she really understands what we are saying.  It's like she has an old soul and is wise beyond her years already.  It will be interesting to see who she becomes in life.

She amazes us everyday!  Robert and I are truly blessed to be able to be her parents.  We love that little baby to pieces!