tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34165174150229577432024-03-14T05:38:53.583-07:00The Hall FamilyTraciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-18997811542798154952015-03-31T15:33:00.001-07:002015-03-31T15:33:23.961-07:00Kid StuffRyleigh is three years old and Kellan is 8 weeks today! Time is a crazy bandit, as I really do feel like I was just a brand new mama to miss Ryleigh. Here are some observations about round two of baby rearing. <div>I have almost non-existent anxiety. With Ryleigh, I never realized how much anxiety i really had until it went away. It probably wasn't normal but I thought it was just part of motherhood. My mind would race at night at all the possible horrific things that could happen to my precious baby. She slept in our room for way longer than she should have because "someone could come steal her in the night", or "she could choke or stop breathing and I won't hear her", or even "the BIG ONE can happen and what if I can't get to her!" These thoughts would seriously plague my mind in the wee hours of the night. Never during the day. During the day I realized I was a crazy person for having those thoughts, but at night they would creep back in and hold me hostage. Eventually, my need for a full night's sleep outweighed my paranoia, and Ryleigh moved into her own room and I returned to a rational, logical person. Of course, I still have thoughts of things that can happen (don't all parents), but I'm really good at just not letting my mind go there. It's interesting, because when pregnant with Ryleigh, I was so laid back and nonchalant about everything. Never nervous before an ultrasound, and had a very "whatever happens, happens" kind of attitude. But when she was born, I was so overwhelmed by love and fear of something going wrong. </div><div>When Mr Man came along, I was much more apprehensive and nervous about pregnancy. We told family and friends right away, but I found myself always saying "it's still early, so we'll see" anytime my pregancy got brought up. Probably because after experiencing a child, I knew exactly what i would be missing out on should anything go wrong. I think I had also seen so much of what can go wrong in early pregnancy by this point that I felt like it was just so common, and what made me any different than any of my friends who had experienced loss. I was nervous before every appointment and this lasted up until the end. Once Kellan was born, though, all my fears melted away and I was able to truly enjoy having a sweet new baby. John and I both had a confidence now that we were seasoned parentals. It has been so great! We all sleep soundly (in between feedings of course), and there's just a general sense of peace in my mind. This little guy has just fit right into our family like he has always been a part of it. I feel so blessed by these two little lives. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLBH9KhX8O1R47EgfQp-B_Nmtmy5xwQ7fzKPnR5gxmU_hI31nN8Iw2-WC9Aojo0OIofj0BtqL8e99Mvj_PcsdYqIOt88t6-peSa_WBJMlsdxJ3baI1IUxbXWdkVcnDE987zLUXQxEwLg/s640/blogger-image-1514151614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLBH9KhX8O1R47EgfQp-B_Nmtmy5xwQ7fzKPnR5gxmU_hI31nN8Iw2-WC9Aojo0OIofj0BtqL8e99Mvj_PcsdYqIOt88t6-peSa_WBJMlsdxJ3baI1IUxbXWdkVcnDE987zLUXQxEwLg/s640/blogger-image-1514151614.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-59687542435464439902015-03-09T16:49:00.000-07:002015-03-10T15:14:43.425-07:00Kellan Michael<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Oh hello long forsaken blog! A couple years and a new baby later, it's probably time for an update. I spent both pregnancies obsessed with reading other people's birth stories. It would excite me for what was to come, and I would imagine what my story would be. I don't know that I plan to keep up with this blog, but I loved going back and reading details of Ryleigh's birth, so I thought I'd document Kellan's as well as it was amazingly perfect and I don't want to forget it. </span><br>
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It really all began in January of last year. John and I started causally debating another child, decided we should give Ryleigh a sibling, but didn't have any official timeline. In April, we decided to go for it. In May, I got the double lines, and it was official-we were doing this again! I waited with bated breath for the awful nausea to set in. Week 4 came and went and I felt great. Week five hit, and there it was in all its miserable glory. Like my pregnancy with Ryleigh, this continued well into my 21st week before subsiding. Pretty much the main reason we will be a two kid family. I really don't enjoy those first 20 weeks of pregnancy. Anyway, despite feeling sick nonstop, the pregnancy was picture perfect. In July, at our NT scan, we got the happy news that we were expecting a little boy. I could have sworn it was a girl based on how I felt, but was beginning to have a sneaking suspicion it was a boy based on how hungry I was all the time, despite feeling nauseas. It was weird. My due date was Jan 28th, and we all kind of assumed he would arrive early to mid January. Before we knew it, mid January came and went. At my 39 week appointment, I was not dilated at all, much to my disappointment. At my 40 week appointment, just two days before my due date, I was still not dilated, but the doc was able to perform a membrane sweep in the hopes to get things moving. He told me I wasn't favorable enough for an induction at that point, instructed me to make my 41 week appointment but doubted I would make it to the next week. At this point, I was trying everything to get the baby out, even though I knew it was all silly and probably nonsense. When I look back and think of all the ridiculous stuff I made my husband do I laugh. Despite the yoga ball bouncing, walks, squats, walking with one foot on a curb and one foot off-I must have looked like a mad woman, spicy food eating, reflexology foot massages, nasty Olive Garden dining, raspberry tea, evening primrose oil, clary sage, and gosh there's more, there was no movement. All the wondering and thinking "ok this could be it" at every cramp and twinge was pretty exhausting. We were all on high alert. On Super Bowl Sunday, 4 days past my due date, I started having some good contractions that felt different. I was on my feet all day, as we hosted a small get together at our house. I opted to do all the cooking and cleaning that day in hopes it would get things going. I went to bed that night thinking it could be going down, but woke up in the morning, still very much pregnant and everything I had been feeling the day before was gone. I had my 41 week appt that day and knew my induction date would be set for the next day or two since my doc doesn't let his patients go past 41 weeks. While an induction wasn't initially my favorite idea, I began looking at the bright side- at least I would know the date ahead of time so we could prepare, it eliminated a chance of a false alarm and being sent home, it wouldn't be a middle of the night dash to the hospital, so we would at least be going into it rested. Although my water broke with ry, I wasn't in active labor when I got admitted, so I was still kind of induced. I knew my body responded well to pitocin and had no reason to think it wouldn't this time as well. On Monday my doc was quite surprised to see me, performed an exam, and told me I was *maybe 1.5 but almost all the way effaced and that he was on call the next day, so to head in <a href="x-apple-data-detectors://4" x-apple-data-detectors-result="4" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors="true">at 8am</a> for D Day! I literally skipped out of the appointment singing "Our son will come out tomorrow" Annie style to john on the phone. February 3 would be his birthday! I was still getting a 23 in his birthdate (a lucky number of sorts). I couldn't be happier! John, who was home with Ryleigh at the time, ended up taking the day off so we could get things ready and have one final family day as a threesome. I don't remember much about what we did that day, but I remember feeling so relieved that the end was in sight. I hardly slept that night, and we got up much earlier than needed and had a nice coffee and breakfast together before sneaking out of the house. We got checked into our room by <a href="x-apple-data-detectors://6" x-apple-data-detectors-result="6" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors="true">9:30</a> and found out that our friends who were due a few days after us had just had their baby a few hours earlier at the same hospital. Our babes would be sharing a birthday and we would have roomies in recovery! How cool! My IV was started and about an hour after that my doc popped in to say hello and check me. Still the same- 1.5 cm. He ordered he pitocin and advised I could get my epi whenever but suggested I do it sooner rather than later bc the pitocin would get things going and I could be in pain pretty quickly. Plus the anesthesiologist had a c section in an hour and would be tied up for a while. I needed no convincing and opted to get it then. Within five minutes I was prepped and it was in. The doc came by again around <a href="x-apple-data-detectors://8" x-apple-data-detectors-result="8" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors="true">11:30</a> and broke my water. Such a weird feeling. John and I just hung out watching Netflix. My parents had Ryleigh and we advised that it was a good time to visit since things could move quickly. They came by around <a href="x-apple-data-detectors://9" x-apple-data-detectors-result="9" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors="true">12:30</a> ish and brought lunch for John. At this point I was feeling some pain despite the epidural. John checked the monitor and confirmed I was having some pretty strong contractions. The nurse upped the epidural and noted that my contractions were indeed strong considering I was only receiving the lowest dosage of pitocin. I was receiving it at one and it goes up to 30. The plan was to increase it every half hour but she never needed to increase it beyond a one. We sent Ryleigh home to take a nap and right as they left, the nurse said she wanted to check me (this would be my first cervical check since before the induction began). She noticed my contractions were one on top of the other and when she checked me, lo and behold, I was complete! This was <a href="x-apple-data-detectors://10" x-apple-data-detectors-result="10" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors="true">at 2:30pm</a>, three hours after the pitocin began and my water was broken. John ran out the room to catch my parents and tell them not to leave, and just to let ry snooze in the car since no one thought it would be long. They had me wait to push since my nurse was at lunch and my doc needed to get over to my room. When everything and everyone was ready to go, I began pushing. He was basically hanging out in the birth canal because he was born on the third push! They say second kids come quick but this was no joke! Had I not had a scheduled induction, he probably would have been born on the side of the road! With Ryleigh, I was really out of it from something they put in my iv to relax my body and make me sleep. This time around, I was totally coherent and remember every detail. I also was able to hold him right away. Ryleigh was whisked away bc she had trouble breathing. He was weighed and his weight was exactly what I had predicted that morning: 8 lbs 3 oz and 21.5" long! He was huge! At least huge compared to his itty bitty sister. I felt really good physically and wasn't in much pain. I did have a small setback when I had to get up to go to the bathroom for the first time. It took me a few tries to be able to walk without passing out, and I did throw up, most likely a side effect from the epi. Once I got sick, I felt a million times better and was able to get wheeled up to recovery. We stayed next door to our friends, which was really cool. After more visits from family and big sis, we called it a night. We were able to leave the next evening since we were seasoned parents and needed little guidance from the nursing staff. That was awesome. I couldn't wait to get to our own bed and be reunited with our girl. </div>
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Kellan has been a dream baby and has fit right into our family. He sleeps through the noise and chaos in our house and is such a mellow little guy. He eats constantly and is huge! Ryleigh has adjusted amazingly and is at a perfect age to become a big sister, in my opinion. We love our little guy and feel complete! </div>
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I was watching her run and swim and play on Mother's Day and was thinking about what a difference a year makes. Last Mother's Day, she was three months old. A little teeny baby just learning to roll over. Now she is a walking, talking, laughing, person....with attitude might I add. I can't say I'm surprised considering who her parents are.<br />
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Here's what our sweet girl has been up to:<br />
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Hanging out at the park. We start every morning at the park by our house. It has a large lake filled with ducks, geese, and turtles, and Ry loves to wave hello and "bu buyyy" to all of them. Lately, though, she's quite happy staying in the swing for our entire park stay. She also has mastered the slide and loves it. Now that the temps are rising, we have been spending many of our afternoons in the pool. She LOVES the water. She also adores the splash park at the shopping center by our house. I used to think splash were the strangest thing. The idea of sticking your kid in a swim suit and letting them run around the fountains right outside a Victoria's Secret and Banana Republic seemed a little weird to me...I mean, why not just take them to a pool? Alas, we now take part in yet another activity that I swore I would never do once I became a mom. I mean, kids just go nuts for it! Now, when I have to make a quick stop at the Shoppes, I have to purposely avoid going anywhere near the splash area or else I will have a very unhappy toddler on my hands. Girl knows exactly where they are and will make a beeline for them if left to her own devices.<br />
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Learning. I think every mom thinks her kid is a genius, and since I don't have other kids to compare milestones with, I will just assume that she is one. Genius or not, Ry is definitely one clever cookie. I love just looking at her and seeing her little gears turn. She is really into figuring out how things work. She will remove caps/lids from water bottles, yogurt pouches, cups, etc, and then screw them back on. Once she gets the cap back on she will applaud herself. You really can't get anything by this kid either. The concept of out of sight out of mind doesn't work with her. If she wants something that she can't have like my phone, or daddy's glasses, I will hide it under a pillow or behind a table. She instantly starts digging through blankets, looking under pillows, and searching the general area until she finds what she is looking for. She gets so proud when she finds it, that I usually give in and reward her by letting her play with whatever it is. Oh well. She also loves "re-organizing" her drawers, grandma's kitchen cupboards, and mama's shoes. We have nicknamed her Hurricane Ryleigh. She is also really into mama right now. She watches me get ready, and then finds my makeup bag, locates a compact and a brush, and pretends to put makeup on. She will rub the makeup brush on the compact lid, and then brush it on her cheeks while saying "awwwwww, petttty". So funny! We have to be very careful right now, as she thinks anything remotely resembling the shape and size of a q-tip is a q-tip and will insert it into her ear. Same thing goes with anything resembling a toothbrush.<br />
She has several baby dolls, and she is very sweet with them. She will share her water with them. If I ask her to give the baby some water, she will run and get her sippy cup and put it up to the baby's lips. She will also clean the baby's ears, and rock and pat it. Ready for a sibling? Haha<br />
Her vocab is growing as well. She has mastered all of the animal sounds that we taught her: cat, dog, horse, monkey, bird, duck, snake, dragon (she got this from a show we watch and it's so funny), bear, owl, and cow. She says the following words: mama, dada, papa, up, cat, mer-mer (merlin is our cat), water (pronounced waf), cookie, banana (pronounced nana), bye bye, ni-night, shoes, hat, that, this, more, again, hi, oh no, stop...there's more that I can't think of.<br />
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She is pretty independent, and when she wants her space, she will say "bye bye mama" and blow a kiss. If I don't get the hint, then she will waive her arms in the air and say "No, Stop!" and will proceed to lecture me in babble.<br />
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She loves bath time, and all we have to say is "It's time for tub, and she will run to the bathroom door and start banging on it.<br />
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She is also sleeping like an angel, which is amazing since sleep was hit or miss for her first 9-10 months. Now she's down anywhere between 8-9, and sleeps until btwn 7-8, only waking when she's having a bad teething spell, or if she is battling a cold, like she has twice in the last month!<br />
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I have thought every age is the best yet, but I am truly enjoying this stage right now. It really seems as if she understands everything I say, so I feel like we are truly interacting. She will also sit through a cartoon or long chunks of a movie, which makes me happy. I am so looking forward to the day when we can sit on the couch on a cold day, wrap up in blankets, and pop in a movie. I think it will be here soon (well, minus the cold day part).<br />
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All in all, this kid is just a joy to be around. Even when she's being a feisty she-devil telling me No No No, she still manages to make my heart melt.Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-19815129058568347812013-02-14T09:33:00.000-08:002013-02-14T09:33:39.968-08:00Happy Valentine's Day!This time last year, I was getting ready to head out to my 38 week check up. I was one day shy of being 38 weeks along, and knew that this would be the first appointment where the doc would check me for progress. I was hopeful that all those contractions I'd been having were actually doing something, but I was prepared and expected to be told to sit tight. My doc had been drilling the fact that I would probably be late into my head since about 30 weeks when I started complaining of being very uncomfortable. As I expected, the doc reported no dilation, not even a little bit. He did say that baby's head was very low, so that meant any contractions I had would be effective, but other than that he said he expected to see me the next week where we could talk induction if I wanted. I left feeling a little defeated. The idea of possible being pregnant for another 3-4 weeks horrified me! I was, however, excited that we would be able to have our Valentines date night. The next day, Feb 15th, I pulled all the tricks to make this baby come. We ended the day with the normal long walk that I had been taking every night. Our route included lots of hills in hopes that it would help. It must have, because our little Valentine arrived the next day, Feb 16th!<br />
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It's tough to believe that the teeny baby that only opened her eyes once every 5 hours a year ago is the same walking, talking, laughing, dancing, singing, SCREAMING little love that we have with us today. We are spending this week prepping for her big birthday on Saturday. I can't wait to celebrate our big girl!Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-21389491593955840622013-01-16T10:44:00.000-08:002013-01-16T12:17:40.218-08:00Months 7-10Well, I took a nice little 5 month hiatus from the blog, but I am back. I am putting Ry's baby book/1st year book together, and the early days of the blog were a great resource to see when she did what. So, I will keep it going to document these things that she may want to look back on one day.<br />
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At 7 months, Ry took her first international trip. It was her first plane ride, and as a result, she got her first cold. It was hard seeing her sick and being in another country. It was just a cold, but when her fever was spiking in the middle of the night, all I could think of was how it could go wrong and we wouldn't have any access to our doctors. Luckily I was paranoid for nothing and after a couple days, she was as good as new! We had a wonderful time in Scotland. Ry was christened there, and she got to meet all her family.<br />
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At 8 months, Ry celebrated Halloween. She was crawling up a storm at this point and standing up as long as she had something to pull herself up with. She also finally got her first tooth.<br />
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At 9 months, Ry weighed in at 17 lbs 4 oz, and was 27" tall! She was able to cruise all around our furniture and was able to get into EVERYTHING! She started waiving and blowing kisses at everyone who would look at her. She also learned to point out "nose", "kitty", "mama", and "dada" when asked.<br />
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At 10 months, Ry could stand on her own for long periods of time. She could now point to a nose, teeth, eyes, her blankie, the kitties, grandma, papa, LuLu her Ladybug rocker, and more when asked. She calls me and John by mama and dada. She also can say "mow" when asked what a kitty says. She loves her bananas, and shouts out "nana nana nana"when I am cutting it up for her in the morning. She has a cute way of letting us know she wants something (other than yelling and shrieking). She points out what she wants, and then waves at it frantically. It's so cute. She gives hugs and kisses. She is more inclined to kiss her own reflection, her toys, and other little kids than she is to kiss her mama or dada, but that's ok = )<br />
Just four days shy of 11 months, she took her first real steps. She had taken a couple wobbly steps earlier this month, but on Jan 12th, she took off and took about five real steps. She has been getting better and better, and now can walk from her toys to the couch across the room. She still prefers crawling as she can get to where she wants to be faster, but she is walking more and more each day. I'm sure she will be running laps around us by her first birthday.<br />
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Speaking of her birthday, I cannot believe that I am planning it already!She will be one in exactly one month! Invites will be going out this week and I can't wait to see them in person! We are doing a farm-themed party, complete with a mobile petting zoo (think Mrs Doubtfire, minus the horse in the living room). My parents are very kind in allowing us to bring farm animals to their perfect backyard! As an 11 month old, R doesn't have too many real interests yet, but she does love animals. Her favorite books are the ones that have animal pics, and she lights up and laughs anytime we see an animal.<br />
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Those are the big month-by-month milestones. I will be back with updates on x-masTraciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-73203025883116856682012-08-28T07:52:00.000-07:002012-08-28T08:55:35.715-07:006 MONTHS!I can't believe this little lady is already a half a year old! She is so different from the sleepy little baby I brought home. She's active, alert, talkative, and into EVERYTHING. She's almost perfected the crawl, but in the meantime, she has no problem rolling, scooting, and army crawling to where she wants to be. I am kind of dreading the walking, considering how much she can get into just by rolling! Her personality shines through more and more every day. One thing we've learned about R is that she is a social butterfly. Wonder where she got that from?! She has huge smiles for everyone and anyone, and just loves being around people. Considering that within minutes of her birth, our hospital room was flooded with people, and that sort of continued ever since we came home, I suppose she has been groomed to love company. She doesn't get cranky often, but when she does, I've noticed that it's on the days that she hasn't left the house. Little lady gets bored and stir crazy, just like her mama!<br />
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We have our first big trip as a family of three (or technically 5 since my parents are going) coming up. In three weeks, we will be boarding a plane to London, and then on to Scotland. Part of me is excited to take R on her first plane ride...but most of me is dreading it. I don't know when I became a nervous flyer since I do it all the time, but slowly over the years I've grown more and more nervous on planes. Throw becoming a mom into the mix and now I'm a downright paranoid nutcase! Good thing they serve alcohol on planes! The upside of taking R on her first international trip? She just received her most precious baby passport! I almost died when I opened it and saw the cuteness of her little face in the passport picture. Anyone have travel tips for surviving a flight with a baby? I plan to bribe people's compassion by bringing treats or buying drinks for the lucky people sitting near us, but this flight is LONG, so I may run out of ideas by hour 10!<br />
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OK, on to the 6 month stats:
At R's 6 month appt, she measured:<br />
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Length: 26" Long, 50th Percentile<br />
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Head Circ: 16.5", 25th Percentile (def didn't get mama's enormous head!)<br />
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Weight: 15 lbs, 4 oz, 25th Percentile (don't let those chubby cheeks fool you-she's still kind of itty bitty!)<br />
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Teeth: Workin' on them. No teeth to report just yet, but with the amount of drooling and gnawing, I'd say they'll pop through any time now. Hopefully later rather than sooner, as those chompers will most likely end our nursing relationship!<br />
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Food: She's tried rice cereal, baby oatmeal, sweet potatoes (hands down her favorite), bananas, carrots (she hated them!), peas, butternut squash, and applesauce. Oh yeah, and ice cream. Someone let her dive into some Baskin Robbins ice cream cake, where she got a nice little handful of frosting and ice cream which immediately went into her mouth. Sorry baby, but you have to wait 6 more months for your next taste of cake!<br />
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Sleep: I think I had posted that my solid sleep through the nighter baby regressed when we stopped swaddling her. But since little lady loves to sleep on her belly with her face IN the covers, and since she could maneuver herself into that position while swaddled, it was clearly no longer an option. I'm happy to report, that she is doing much better on the sleeping front. She still wakes up once our twice a night to nurse, but it's for about 2 minutes and then she's right back to sleep. We plan to make the switch to formula after our trip to Scotland, so I'm hoping that those middle of the night wakes will stop.<br />
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Clothes: She is wearing mostly 3-6 month stuff still, although I'm getting ready to start buying in the next size. I had to by my firs set of onsies the other day. She had onsies to last her through 6 months old from my shower. Considering that I feel like I'm constantly buying things for her, the fact that I've never had to buy her onsies until this week was a win.<br />
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Pics: Here are some recent pics of my little love!
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What's wrong?! It's just a little frosting!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">Hmmm this isn't ice cream cake!<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Out of my way, Mom!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing Dress Up</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grocery shopping just got 10000000x easier now that she can sit up!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Half Birthday to Me!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All cozy after our nightly walk</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course I finally grow into all my cute hats when it's 1000 deg outside! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I told you she loves to sleep face down. How is that even comfortable?!</td></tr>
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Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-47346021441915496562012-08-13T06:02:00.000-07:002012-08-13T13:26:31.051-07:00One and Done?It didn't take long after Miss R popped out for the questions about baby # 2 to begin. In fact, I think I was asked for the first time in the recovery room while I was holding my hours old baby. The thought of doing all that again was horrifying. I would have sent John down the hall for a vasectomy right then if I could have. Now, the actual childbirth part was a breeze. Probably the easiest part of the whole process. I was very fortunate to have such an easy delivery with no complications and very little pain, plus an easy recovery and an easy baby. None of that played into my decision to announce I was done. I had NO desire to be pregnant again. It's no secret that I didn't exactly LOVE being pregnant. The sickness just really got to me after 5 months of it. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Did I want to do it again? Absolutely Not! As they all say, pregnancy did become a distant memory. I have friends who are pregnant now, and they are asking me about feelings and sensations you get towards the end, and I can honestly barely remember. I remember that I was uncomfortable, but the actual details and feelings of being pregnant are fuzzy. That must be natures way of continuing mankind. You really, really do forget! My reasoning for potentially being a mama of one changed from not wanting to go through pregnancy again to not wanting to have anyone I have to share my love with. I no longer dread the thought of being pregnant, because after all, no matter how long 9 months seems at the time, it really does go by fast. I just couldn't imagine having another baby that I would love as much as sweet little R. I also couldn't imagine having to divide my attention between her and a sibling. I'm an only child, and my mom and I have often discussed whether you feel the same about your 2nd, 3rd, 4th born as you do about your first (something no person would admit most likely).
Fast forward 6 months, and my mindset has definitely changed. While I am in no means wanting to add to our family anytime soon, I think that I am ok saying that I would like ONE more. This may seem strange, but part of the reason I'd like one more is because I sort of want a pregnancy do over. Now that I know what to expect, I know that I will enjoy pregnancy so much more the next time around. I know that I won't care one single bit about the gender, because you fall in love with that baby and can't imagine it being anything other than what it is once you have it in your arms. I know that every nauseous sprint to the bathroom (or planter in a restaurant parking lot) is worth it. Every muscle ache, headache, and um, other aches are WORTH it. Every drink you have to turn down, whether it be a 2nd cup of coffee or an iced cold margarita, it's worth it! And, that little baby will be another little creature that you and your hubby created, just like the first one. How could you not LOVE it the same?
I grew up with a very small family-all only children all both sides. So that means I have a total of 2 cousins. No biological nieces or nephews for me. I think I'd like to break that trend in my fam and add just one more kiddo to the mix. One more. And not until R is at least 2 or 3. I need to enjoy every little moment with my first girl. And while I rest in the recovery room with baby # 2, my husband will be down the hall recovering from his vasectomy. You'd better believe it. Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-4790724604778255132012-07-24T20:06:00.000-07:002012-07-25T08:17:30.924-07:002 Years<br />
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Two years today was our wedding day. But it was much more than a day. It was an EVENT. Like, a two week long event. So much has happened since that day, and it feels like much more time has passed, but I still vividly remember details of the weeks leading up to our big day. Like the day our fam arrived from Scotland. A big group of them. 8 of them arrived singing wedding songs and dancing and laughing. I can't describe what it's like to have this group of people all in one place at one time. You really just have to experience it yourself. People in Scotland are SO different from people here. I don't laugh with others like I do with them. We had talked about this day since I was a little girl. It would be the only time that many of my family members from overseas would all be in the states at the same time. And they all came. The party started the night they arrived. It felt like summer vacation did when I was a kid. Every day was a party. Swimming, pool volleyball tournaments, bbqs, late night wine drinking. Every. Single. Day/Night. For two weeks! The day before our wedding day, we headed down to San Diego to Paradise Point Resort (our venue!). We caravaned down as a group-girls in set of cars and boys in another. We blasted Megan's wedding play list and snuck a cocktail or two in the car-for the passengers of course ; )</span></div>
We arrived in SD, and the giant group of us had lunch outside overlooking Mission Bay. Gorgeous. Rehearsal dinner followed. 60 people at the rehearsal. It was like a wedding warm up. All of our best friends and fam in one place. The wedding day came, and it went flawlessly. Weather was amazing, location was amazing, friends and fam were amazing. Yes, this day was about John and I, but really, for us, it was so much more than that. We wanted it to be a day that wasn't just focused on us, but on our friends and fam as well. The friends that without whom J and I would not have met. The fam who supported our relationship (and um, financed the wedding). We wanted this day to be a celebration that our friends would enjoy as much as we did. I think we pulled that off. We shut the place down at 2 am, then headed back to our ocean front suit. The next day was capped off with a brunch with the wedding party and those who stayed at the resort. J and I, my parents, and the Scotland group stayed one more night before heading home to begin our life as Mr and Mrs Hall. I never really spent time daydreaming about my wedding, but when I did think about getting married, I pictured it going exactly like it did. I wanted a venue by the ocean. I wanted a resort of some sort so everyone could stay the weekend. I wanted all my friends and family there. And I wanted the guy up there with me to be loving, funny, handsome, and awesome. I think I nailed it.<br />
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<br />Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-33886024308399146372012-07-17T12:50:00.000-07:002012-07-17T12:50:31.553-07:005 Months!Is it possible that my baby is almost half a year old?! It seems like we just brought her home from the hospital, but in many ways I can't really remember what life was like without her. I even forget what it's like to eat a meal uninterrupted!<br />
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At 5 months, my precious girl<br />
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-Talks and squeals up a storm<br />
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-Has learned how to scream...not in a mad, crying way, but in a "look what I can do" way. Her favorite place to practice this new skill is in a restaurant. I think our dining out days are numbered!<br />
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-Can *almost* sit up on her own<br />
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-Can *almost* escape from her Rock n Play. I got out of the shower to find her completely turned around in it-like her head where her feet should be. This morning I caught her sitting up and dangling her arms over the side of it like she was trying to escape. Time to start using the buckle!<br />
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-Grabs EVERYTHING in sight and tries to eat it.<br />
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-Gets really frustrated by her toys. She tries to grab and eat them, and not all of them fit in her mouth, and this angers her greatly<br />
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-Loves her exersaucer, but gets angry that the toys are attached to it, and therefore cannot be eaten!<br />
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-Loves to pull clumps of fur out of her kitties. Payback for the cat scratch they gave her at 4 weeks old!<br />
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-Smiles at EVERY stranger that stops by to pay her a compliment. I have a social butterfly on my hands!<br />
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-Had her first solid food! Yay! We tested out rice cereal a couple of times. She loved it the first time, but was not too interested the 2nd time. The first time I used pumped milk to make it, and she gobbled it up. The second time I used formula since that was all I had on hand, and she wanted no part in it. This chick is picky and knows the difference btwn BM and formula. She seriously won't take a bottle unless it has breast milk! Girl knows what she likes!<br />
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-Loves water-bath, pool, water bottles (to play with, not drink)-she loves it in all forms!<br />
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-LOVES LOVES LOVES her daddy! She saves her biggest smiles for him.<br />
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-Stopped sleeping through the night! Yikes! I think she may be teething...<br />
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-Looks really close to crawling. She gets in position, and tries really hard. She can drag herself a few inches to get to whatever toy she's trying to reach. Our world is about to change when this chick gets on the move!<br />
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Here are some pics and vids of my big girl!<br />
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<br />Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-16870985446463454562012-07-17T10:08:00.000-07:002012-07-17T10:08:45.571-07:00Summer FunIt's summertime...although you wouldn't know it by looking at me. I'm pale like a vampire. I don't think I've spent more than 5 minutes in the sun all summer thanks to my baby girl. She has to be shaded, and since she is attached to my hip, that means no sunshine for mama.<br />
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We have had a great summer so far. My family from Scotland came to visit and spent about three weeks with my parents. We swam, bbq'd, and enjoyed their company.<br />
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For the 4th of July, we headed up to my parent's house in Lake Arrowhead to break in my dad's new "Grandpa" boat. He traded in his ski boat for a more baby-friendly pontoon boat. It's amazing! It's so big and roomy compared to his last boat, and is perfect for a little kidlet. My wakeboarding days are behind me, so this new boat is perfect for lounging and cruising the lake. The only downside to being on the lake with a baby was that she had to wear a life vest the entire time we were on the boat. Obviously safety comes first, but the little lady wasn't too thrilled about her newest accessory. We bought the smallest life vest we could find (0-30 lbs), and it was still pretty huge on her. She hated it, but literally the second the boat started moving, she'd go from crying to sleeping. Every time. Without fail. I've been joking that I need to invent a rocker/bassinet that mimics the movements of a boat on water. Parents everywhere would love me and I'd make a small fortune. The movement must have been womb like b/c the kid was instantly knocked out. Lake Arrowhead Village puts on the most incredible fire works show on the 4th. They launch the fireworks from a barge in the middle of the lake, and people can just hop on their boats and enjoy the show. We opted to dock the boat at the village for the show in case Ry didn't take too kindly to the fireworks. Also, it would give her a break from the life vest. The show was amazing-really the best fireworks I've seen, and little Ryleigh did fantastic! She was mesmerized by the fireworks, and the sound didn't seem to phase her. She even fell asleep during the finale-the absolute loudest part of the show!<br />
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Here are some pics of our summer so far. Tomorrow marks the beginning of my LAST year in my 20's. EEEEEK! I've just been informed that John is taking me shopping for the day, and Ry is going to hang with grandma, so that means it's time to pump, pump, pump!<br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">It was exactly one year ago today that we told my parents that they were going to be grandparents. Four days earlier, I got the positive pg test. Three days earlier, I told John he was going to be a dad. Soo much has happened since that day. It seems like yesterday, but this little girl has been officially part of our world for over year now. I sometimes read through my blog to remember what it was like to be pregnant. It's 100% true what they say-you really do forget all the pain, discomfort, sickness, etc when that baby makes its appearance. I can hardly remember what it felt like to be pregnant! This has been such a fun year...from getting ready for our girl's arrival, anticipating what and who she would look like, meeting her and taking her home, and getting to see her little personality develop over the past 4.5 months. I did have a little reminder of the early days of being pregnant this past week. It was time to pull out the Jergens tanning lotion now that summer is in full force. I hadn't used it since last summer, and the smell of the lotion triggered memories from last summer. I put it on and instantly felt nauseated. Seeings as I did spend a good portion of last summer with my head in the toilet, it makes sense that any smell from that time would trigger that feeling. I do not miss that part of being pregnant at all! </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">This past month, Ry turned 4 months! At 4 months old, she has: </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">-Mastered rolling in both directions</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">-Gotten big enough for an exersaucer </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">-Discovered that in addition to high pitch noises, she can also make her voice go low and deep like a old lady that has smoked for most of her life </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">-Attended her first (and my first) Bat Mitzvah </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">-Decided that she no longer wants to take a bottle, which has made going out without her difficult. What happened?? </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">-Learned that everything in her vicinity must go in her mouth. Including the cat's tail. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">-Expresses a real interest in food. She grabs for it at every meal. I may not hold out to 6 months before I give her solids </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">-Doubled her birth weight and grown 4" as of her 4 month appt </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">-Her first international trip booked. Not too sure how 11 hours on a plane will go...</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hanging out at her doc appt...poor girl has no clue what's about to happen = (</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All dolled up for a Bat Mitzah. Mazel Tov!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lunch date with Grandma</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey look, I'm 4 months old!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outdoor World-picking up an infant life vest that I'm sure going to LOVE wearing!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 1st tea party w/ Mama, Grandma, and GG</td></tr>
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I just LOVE this little girl! Thank you for the best 4.5 months of my life little lady!! xoxoTraciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-18217218349020473842012-06-29T08:46:00.001-07:002012-06-29T09:09:45.638-07:00Father's DayWell, this year there was an additional father in my life that I got to celebrate...my own hubby John! He's actually the only daddy that was celebrated this year, since my pop took off to Cabo for a much needed getaway. Father's Day weekend was spent exactly how John wanted it-we did nada! J has been traveling pretty much non-stop since Ry was born, and he hates leaving her. So, after a couple of back to back trips, all J wanted to do was hang with his girls. So, on Sat we lounged around the house, leaving only to go pick up movies from Target. On Sunday, I made John his dad's German Pancake recipe (which I swear are just crepes, but heaven forbid I refer to them as that). After lounging around the house for a few hours, we headed out to Golfsmith so John could pick up his Father's Day gift-a new set of golf clubs! We swung by his parents for a brief visit, then returned back to our fortress of solitude so John could chill and feast on his homemade apple pie. It was just the low key weekend that this guy needed after such a hectic month.</span><br />
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When I got pregnant, I wondered what John would be like as a dad. It's not like I thought he wouldn't be a good dad, but I had never seen him with a baby, and he NEVER wanted to hold anyone else's babies...even our close friends' kids. I guess this is a guy thing, but I pictured him being nervous during the baby phase, and jumping in more as Ry grew. I couldn't have been more wrong. This guy is a natural. He can't stand being away from his girl, and he is such a doting dad. He gets her out of bed in the mornings and changes her and dresses her. He even knows that her outfit's not complete without a matching bow or headband! He is the best daddy, and Ryleigh just lights up when she sees his face. </div>
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Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-81829340610533468142012-06-04T10:06:00.002-07:002012-06-04T10:13:28.861-07:00Paranoia, Paranoia<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Being a mom has been a very smooth transition for me. </span>I
have a mellow baby, a great husband, and wonderful parents who have helped at
every step. Heck, my mom still brings coffee and breakfast over every morning-something
she started the day I brought Ryleigh home. I didn't have an ounce of the baby
blues, and have really felt great over these last four months. BUT, one thing I
wasn't able to escape is the paranoia.
Paranoia that something bad will happen to this little family that I love so
much. Ryleigh was about three hours old when it set in. I remember settling in
recovery for the night. John was asleep on the couch in the hospital room, and I
was alone with Ryleigh for the first time since she was born. I looked at her
and the first though through my head was "what have I done?" Before I
had kids, I had no real fears. Sure when I was home alone, my mind would wonder
and I'd double check the alarm system, or when John would travel, I'd have a
little knot in my stomach until I got the phone call that he landed safely, but
that was really it. Sitting in that hospital room, I remember the feeling of
panic that I was now in charge of something that was more precious to me than
anything-and what would I do if anything ever happened to that? Then, the door
to my room opened and the nurses came in for a routine blood draw and check in,
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now, we are almost four months in. I am a normal, rational person
during the day, but at night time, those thoughts come flooding in. I blame all
the sick stuff I used to read and watch on TV (did I mention I have not one,
but two volumes of The Encyclopedia of Serial Killers in my house and that I've
read every page of them? I used to be very intrigued by that and wanted to be a
forensic psychologist, hence the gory book collection). Combine that with the
fact that my dad works with families with terminal kids, and I hear many of
those stories, and you get a recipe for a crazy person. Case in point-Ry still
sleeps in our room. We kept her in with us until she habitually slept through
the night. She's more than ready to be in her own room, and every day I say
that tonight will be the night she goes in her crib, but then night time comes,
and I worry. What if there's an earthquake, or fire, or break in, or Zombie
attack (haha) and she's far away from us?! Yeah, this kid won't be getting any
siblings because she'll be in her room until she's 18! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My mom and aunt told me what I already know. This feeling of
constant worry about your kid will never end. I know that it will just get
worse as she grows and develops independence and starts spending more and more
time away from me. It makes me sorry for the crazy things I put my mother
through-like sky diving for my 18th bday, scuba diving at night, scuba diving
with SHARKS…God I give myself the chills over the things I did when I was
"young and adventurous". BUT, as a rational person, I know that we
must LIVE life and not hide from it. So, that's what we'll do. We will go on
adventures, travel the world, show our girl all the great things and places
we've seen over the years, take her camping and rock climbing and rafting, and
at the end of the day, we will tuck her into bed with us! Hehehe</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This quote is everywhere, but really, truer words have never been spoken: "<i>Making the decision to have a child</i>-</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>it's </i></span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body</i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"-Elizabeth Stone</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
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We took some video of Ry doing her thing. It was funny because she would roll, then realize that rolling made her end up on her stomach, which she hates, and then she would get stuck and start crying. I would turn her back over, and then she would proceed to roll back onto her tummy then start crying again. Haha Now she needs to learn how to go from tummy to back so she can complete the roll.<br />
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J and I were talking this morning that we are so fortunate that I can stay home with her, and that he gets to work from home so we don't miss these moments. I know every parent does what they have to to support their families, but I am so thankful that I don't have to hand her off to someone else all day. Adult conversation and non-pj attire is great, but I wouldn't trade being with my girl all day for anything!<br />
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<br />Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-13069346839927381102012-05-22T15:14:00.002-07:002012-05-22T15:14:07.575-07:00My First Mother's Day!Where to begin! This was one of the best days my little family has had since bringing Miss Ryleigh home. The day began with me waking up next to my two loves, and lots of precious baby smiles. "Ryleigh" was very excited to give me her present, and couldn't wait any longer, so as soon as I woke up, I got showered with my beautiful Mother's Day gift.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Beautiful, Beautiful ring with my baby girl's birthstone!</td></tr>
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After getting completely spoiled with my gorgeous gift, John went out to get my daily Starbucks order and he came home with a dozen donuts. I can't remember the last time I had a donut, but we went to town on those bad boys. We got showered and dressed and headed to the Vellano club house for brunch. It was delish and we ran into a few friends!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Halls and the Cairas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ry and I with the BEST Mama and Grandma. We are lucky girls!</td></tr>
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After stuffing ourselves at brunch (mind you we had just devoured a box of donuts), we headed back to my parents house for some pool time. My inlaws and BILs came over for some swimming and an early evening BBQ. Since this would be Ry's first time in the pool, all the cameras, video cameras, and camera phones were out, which also meant that there's lots o footage of me in my bikini floating around. As much as I wanted to document my baby girl's first time in the pool, I wasn't to happy about all the cameras on me as I took her in! Here's a little video that one of the grandparents captured of Ry's 1st time in the pool!<br />
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<br /></div>Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-76836055170274837062012-05-11T11:45:00.000-07:002012-05-11T12:08:12.684-07:00Evolution of the Belly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">I wish I had been more diligent about taking pictures throughout my pregnancy. I thought I would be one of those girls who poses in her garden for those cute week by week pictures of her growing belly, but I ended up being one of those girls who took iPhone pics in her work bathroom whenever it randomly occurred to her. I didn't take too many in the beginning because there wasn't much of a difference each week, but here they are, forever documented on the interwebs. </span>
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</tbody></table>Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-69343368311908431782012-05-09T10:11:00.000-07:002012-05-09T10:11:38.484-07:00Baby Fat is Only Cute on the BabyNow that Ryleigh is approaching 3 months old, my self imposed deadline for getting back into pre-preg (or better) shape is also fast approaching. I want no indication that I had a baby by summertime. I think that's reasonable. Maybe. I gained about 23 lbs during my pregnancy, and lost all but 2.5 lbs within the first two weeks (although it doesn't look the same when it all goes back!). I was a true believe in the miracle of breastfeeding. The lbs were falling off with no effort on my part. I got a little cocky. Yes, I'll have that brownie. I'm breastfeeding. Sure, I'll take fries. I'm breastfeeding. To add to it, we had endless amounts of meals and goodies brought to us all day, everyday for the first month or so. I think my mom made me a berry cobbler (my fav) at least once a week for about 6 weeks. Once the meals stopped, I found myself picking up dinner almost every night instead of cooking. I tried to make dinners, but I would have to either stop 1/2 through cooking to feed Ry, and instruct John on what do to with the chicken, pasta, oven, etc, OR I would make it through cooking the meal just to have Ry demand her dinner right as we were sitting down to eat. Needless to say, those lbs crept back on. I had to tell my mom that as much as it pained me, no more cobblers! I am now up 7 lbs away from pre-preg weight, but it feels like more because it's all concentrated in the same area. I started working out the day I got the ok from my doc at my 6 week check up, but I haven't been able to maintain a consistent workout routine. It's hard when no one else can feed little Miss but me. Over the past couple of weeks, we've worked out a fairly reliable feeding schedule for Ryleigh, and starting this week, I am committing to working out at least 4 days and cooking at least 4 days. Hopefully my good intentions become reality!<br />
One nice thing about being pregnant is that people feel compelled to tell you how great you look, even if they are lying through their teeth. They may see a little extra poundage in the face area, but then they see that belly and there's the excuse. Once you have the baby, though, no one knows to attribute the extra weight to the babe unless it's with you. I know this is completely vain, but I've been out running errands sans baby, and joked that I want to wear a sign that reads "I just had a kid, not a burrito". Oh well. This little face makes it all worth it. = )<br />
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<br />Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-42661920157325640022012-04-25T17:31:00.000-07:002012-04-25T17:48:49.467-07:00Old Wives TalesMy dear friend Ashlee played this fun game at her gender reveal party based on all the old wives tales about baby gender prediction. Her sister asked her a bunch of questions and based on her response, a sticker got placed in either the boy or girl column. Cute idea for a gender reveal party or a baby shower where the gender is unknown. Based on the wives tales, it was predicted that Ash would be having a girl, which she is. I was playing along in my head, and the wives tales predicted girl for me, too, which was obviously the case. Here's a list of some of the questions: mamas out there-check it out and see if it was accurate for you, too!<br />
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If the baby’s heart rate is above 140 bpm, it is said that the baby will be a girl. If it is under 140 bpm, then it will be a boy.<br />
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Prediction: Girl-Ryleigh's heart rate was a steady 150 bpm at every appt, so this was right on.<br />
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<b>Shape of Belly</b><br />
If you are carrying high with a big, round belly, you are having a girl. If you are carrying low with a smaller belly that sticks straight out, it’s a boy. <br />
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Prediction: Boy -My belly was definitely small and lower. In fact, the cutest little Armenian lady at the jewelry district in downtown LA informed me (when I was about 8.5 mo pregnant) that my ultrasounds HAD to be wrong, because she was certain I was carrying a boy b/c of my belly size and shape, so this one was wrong for me.<br />
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Using a string, hang your wedding ring over your pregnant belly. You are having a girl if the ring swings back and forth and it’s a boy if it swings in a circle. <br />
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Prediction: Girl-Every time I did this, it would swing back and forth, so this one was right for me.<br />
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<b>Acne</b><br />
If you have acne while pregnant, it’s a girl. It’s thought that acne during pregnancy is caused by the extra hormones.<br />
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Prediction: Boy-I never had acne during pregnancy. In fact, my skin was probably the best it's been, so wrong-o. </div>
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<b>Cravings</b><br />
People believe that if you are craving salty foods while pregnant, you can count on having a boy. If you crave sweets, fruit, and orange juice, you are having a little girl. </div>
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Prediction: Girl-This one was right on. I have NEVER had a sweet tooth and would rarely order dessert. I don't even really like ice cream (gasp). I am all about salty foods, but during my pregnancy I could not get enough sweets. I ordered dessert after almost every meal. It's amazing that I didn't gain 100 lbs. <br />
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<b> Legs</b><br />
If your legs get really big, you’re having a boy. If your legs stay in shape and lean, it’s a girl.<br />
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Prediction: Girl-As far as I could tell, my legs stayed the same size as before. The weight that I did gain was right around my mid section. <br />
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<b>Chinese Gender Chart</b><br />
The Chinese Gender Chart claims to have an accuracy rate of over 90%. It is based on how old the mother is at conception and the month that she conceived.<br />
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Prediction: Boy-Well, 90% accuracy huh? According to the Chinese, Ry should have been a boy...<br />
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<b> Clumsy vs. Graceful</b><br />
If the pregnant woman is graceful throughout her pregnancy, she’s having a girl. If she becomes clumsy, she’s having a boy.<br />
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Prediction: Girl-The sheer fact that I didn't fall down the stairs or slip off my high heels during my pregnancy was nothing short of a miracle, because I do this on a regular basis. So, I suppose this prediction was right for me. Now that she's here, though, all bets are off-the bruises on my legs speak for themselves!<br />
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<b> Dad’s Weight Gain</b><br />
If the dad-to-be gains weight while you are pregnant, it’s a girl. If he doesn’t gain weight, you’re having a boy.<br />
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Prediction: Girl-I have to be careful here, but I'll say this one was right only b/c John joked that he was putting on sympathy weight....but this probably has more to do with the said sweet tooth-I was constantly bringing sweet treats home for us to eat! That and the sheer sight of most foods made me want to puke, so cooking was out and John lived on take out for about 6 months, which isn't always the healthiest...<br />
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<b>What Do You Think?</b><br />
71% of the time, the mom-to-be knows what she is having. <br />
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Prediction: Boy-I would have bet my right arm that this babe was a boy. Good thing I didn't.<br />
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<b> Morning Sickness</b><br />
If you had a smooth pregnancy with no morning sickness, it’s a boy. If you were sick or felt really nauseous during your pregnancy, count on a girl.<br />
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Prediction: Girl-Ha. We all know the answer to this one. I was sick enough during my pregnancy that the thought of doing it again is like free birth control. <br />
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<b> Protein</b><br />
When a pregnant woman craves meat and cheese, count on a boy.<br />
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Prediction: Girl-Meat disgusted me while I was pregnant. If my baby turns out to be a vegan hippy, that's my bad. <br />
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<b> Headaches</b><br />
If you are having headaches, you might be carrying a boy.<br />
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Prediction: Girl-No headaches. Just stomachaches<br />
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<b>IntelliGender Test</b><br />
Ok, this is not a wives tale, just a public service announcement to save your money, folks! This $35 test claims to predict gender with 85% accuracy. You pee into a cup and the pee mixes with a chemical and if it turns bright yellow/orange, that's positive for a girl, and if it turns dark green, that's positive for a boy. The test I took turned dark green instantly. I knew that that didn't mean I should run out and paint the nursery blue, but since I already thought there was a little dude in there, this made me more certain. Wrong! Next time around I'll be patient enough to wait for the early U/S @ 14 wks = )<br />
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So, 9 out of the 13 wives tales were right on for me. Coincidence, or is there some truth to these crazy old ladies' tales? Either way, they make an entertaining guessing game while you await the big day. </div>Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-15635702319841428772012-04-24T15:58:00.001-07:002012-04-24T15:58:28.421-07:00Precious MomentsRyleigh was a bit fussy the other day. I think she was just plain bored of sitting in her rocker. I went out of the room to do something and came back to this preciousness. I love how she is just staring at John.<br />
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<br />Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-89632750282159268592012-04-23T13:57:00.000-07:002012-04-23T15:48:47.951-07:002 Months...and Other HappeningsI'm a little late on the two month post since the little lady is fast approaching 10 weeks. Here's what we've been up to around these parts.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Let's start with Easter weekend.</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">The Friday before Easter, John and I had our first real night out since she was born. We met up with friends at a new </span><a href="http://dillonsirishpub.com/about_us" style="text-align: center;">Irish bar</a><span style="text-align: center;"> that just opened by our house. We had dinner, drinks, and socialized until about midnight. It was so great to be OUT and be able to have a few drinks with friends. I haven't really been able to enjoy a night out since before I was pregnant. By the time I stopped feeling sick, I started getting achy and uncomfortable, so I really never had a pleasurable night out the entire pregnancy. When we got home, my parents delivered our kiddo back to us, and our friends came back to our place to finish out the night. We didn't go to bed until after 3am, but it was great to be up that late for a reason other than feeding a baby or changing a diaper! I can't wait to do it again, but it takes so much planning since I have to pump for days ahead of time so little Miss has enough food to keep her going.</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Fast forward to Easter Sunday. I had 4 different Easter outfits to choose from (yes, I have a problem). Luckily the decision was an easy one since only one of them fit her. The others are just a tad to big still. We got all dressed up and headed to the inlaws for an Easter brunch with the entire fam. Ry got a lot of cute things in her Easter basket and was looking darling in her dress. Afterwards, we headed back to my parents' house for a BBQ. It was a great day, but I am really looking forward to next year when Ry can run around and collect eggs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On her 8 week b-day, Ryleigh had her first doc appointment with her new pediatrician, and got her shots-all three of them. I debated on spacing them out, but decided to just get them over with. I never understood how heart breaking it was until I experienced it myself. She had an expression of pure horror on her face as she encountered her first experience of pain. Poor baby. Luckily she stopped crying the moment we picked her up, and she slept for hours afterwards. She woke up in some pain, but nothing a little medicine couldn't cure. Here are her stats from her appt at 8 wks exactly: 9 lbs 10 oz, 22.5". So, she's gained a little over 3 lbs and has grown 3" since her birthday. She was weighed on a completely empty stomach since she had a little projectile incident right before we left and I didn't have time to feed her again, so I think her weight would have been around 10 lbs had she not thrown up the entire contents of her tummy ; )</span><br />
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Later that day, Ry got to meet her Great Grandma Hall and Great Auntie Amy, and cousin Allison. They flew in from Texas to meet her, and it was a wonderful weekend. Our plan was to take her swimming for the first time, but it was cold and rainy, so that didn't happen, but we still had a great day with the entire Hall fam.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That same weekend, my gf's and I held a little surprise "sprinkle" for our best friend Megan. Megan's little man is scheduled to arrive in June, and is the FIRST boy to join this bunch of baby girls. Since my group of gf's has all been having babies for the last 2 years, Brooke and I realized that the two of us haven't had a drink together since 2009! Between her two pregnancies and mine, we had some catching up to do!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking of baby girls, my bestie Ashlee found out that she will be adding another little girl to the group! That is the 6th girl to join our little group of ladies. Here is the video of their reveal party where they found out that a little girl was on the way. I missed a bit of the reveal b/c when I saw those pink balloons float out, I started jumping up and down! Everyone was convinced that this kid had to be a boy, but I had a feeling there was a little lady brewing in there! So happy for Ryleigh to grow up with all my best friends' babes!
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This weekend was our first weekend in ages without plans or obligations. John also just got home from being out of town all week, so we spent the wknd with just the three of us. We took Ry to South Coast for the first time, and it was really the first time we've been out with her as a family. I've taken her all over the place, but this was the first time it was just the three of us. It was nice, and I must say Ry knows her way around Nordstrom. It was her 4th visit in 2 months, so that's an average of every other week since birth. Her dad pointed that out to me. Got to train this girl early! It was also the first time I left the mall without a single thing for her, which is a feat.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">OK, there's one last update, and it's the best one yet. Baby Girl has been sleeping through the night!!She would have a long stretch once or twice over the past couple weeks, but for the last 4 nights in a row, she has gone to bed btwn 9-10, and slept until 5:15-6am. She then will eat and go back to sleep until around 9 or 9:30. It has been glorious!!! She has always been pretty easy at night. She would wake up every 2.5-3 hours, but she would just eat then go back to bed right away. But, I forgot what a full night of sleep felt like. I woke up that first morning and it was light out and I had to check her to make sure she was still alive! Pure gloriousness!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally, here are some pics of general cuteness from this past month!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Headed out to dinner on this stormy night</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">General Merriment</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-53565528844500883012012-04-05T13:36:00.008-07:002012-04-11T11:45:14.266-07:00Favorite Things: Baby EditionI loved reading these types of posts when I was preggo. I found them really helpful as I was preparing a shopping list of things to get for baby, so I thought I would write one of my own in case any mom to be's are reading...<div>As my baby shower approached, I browsed the aisles and website of Babies R Us aimlessly, having no clue what items we would REALLY need for our little one. Aside from the obvious essentials like carseats, strollers, diapers, etc, I didn't have any idea which gadgets would be used religiously, and which ones would collect dust in the back of her closet. My mom friends were awesome and they went through my entire registry pointing out things that worked for them, which was great, but every babe is different and what is the miracle device for one might be the what another baby loathes most. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here is a list of what has been awesome for us over these last two months:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2574807">My Brest Friend</a></div><div>seriously the best thing ever! I had a boppy, but the first time I tried to nurse with it, it was awkward and Ryleigh didn't fit right on it. When I took her in for her well check when she was four days old, the doc wanted me to nurse in front of her so she could make sure we were doing it right. She offered me a Brest Friend to use while I did it. I strapped that thing on and swore I heard a choir of angels! You mean I don't have to awkwardly hold her head with one hand my boob with the other?! You mean I can do this hands free?! Sign me up! I went to BRU the next morning to pick up two of my own-one for my house and one for my parents' house. </div><div><br /></div><div>2. <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3557338">Wipe Warmer</a></div><div>OK, so this seemed a little silly to me when I registered for it. Like one of those things that was more novelty than practical, but I got one anyway. When we brought Ry home from the hospital John plugged it in. When it was time for her first diaper change, I grabbed a wipe and it was so nice and toasty I almost debated buying one for my bathroom! Ry didn't even wake up during that first diaper change because that wipe was nice and warm, like the heated towels they bring you at BBQ joints. When I change her diaper at other places, I notice just how cold those wipes get, and she looks really startled by the coldness on her little butt. So, go buy one-worth it.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=12413333">Fisher Price Rock n Play Sleeper</a></div><div>John is very sensitive about the baby bed subject, because, well I think I've purchased almost every type sold trying to find one that worked for my picky sleeper. Ryleigh clearly didn't inherit her mama's ability to literally sleep anywhere. We bought her the pack n play lite (a smaller version of the pack n play) to act as her bassinet. We figured we could kill two birds w/ one stone-she could sleep in the pack n play while she's in our room, and then we would have it for when we travel as she gets older. When she first came home, she slept next to me in bed (I know, I know, that's a big no no, whatever). It just made sense bc I was feeding her so frequently, and in those first few days home, I felt like I had to watch her every second to make sure she was breathing. Well, I never slept well with her next to me out of fear that I would roll over on her, so I decided it was time to put her in her bed. She HATED it. I think all the space around her freaked her out because her little legs would flail around and her arms would jet out and she would cry. So, we tried it with her swaddled, and same reaction minus the flailing. What I initially thought was that she was just used to being next to us and was protesting her solitude. I went back to BRU and found the Snuggle Nest-which is a little enclosure that is meant to go in bed between mom and dad, but it's protected on the sides so you can't roll on the baby, and the baby can't roll out. This actually worked well in the beginning. She slept pretty well in it, but it took up so much room in our bed and it wasn't comfortable to sleep next to. After a couple of weeks, it didn't matter, because our sweet girl began protesting the Snuggle Nest too. She also started to spit up a lot around this time. I started to learn that laying her down flat made it worse, and seemed to make her uncomfortable. Maybe that was the problem, I thought. Maybe she doesn't like to lay flat. So, onto the Rock n Play. This little bed is at an incline, so baby can sleep upright without being propped up by blankets. It also rocks, which helps soothe them to sleep. Finally, it's pretty narrow, so the baby feels nice and secure since there's not a lot of open space. When I brought it home for John to put together, I thought he was going to punch me in the face. Not really, but he rolled his eyes and put it together. We put our babe inside and she instantly slept. And, she's slept peacefully in it ever since! So, note to all mom's to be-my babe isn't actually picky-turns out most babies out there do not like to lay flat, and find a lot of open space disconcerting, so look for a bed that addresses those common issues. </div><div><br /></div><div>4. <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=4102616">Swaddle Me Blankets</a></div><div>I bought the really cute and soft Aden and Anais swaddle blankets, and while I do use them every day, I don't use them to swaddle anymore. Maybe I'm not a good swaddler, but I was never able to get her swaddled in them the way the hospital did. She is very crafty, and always found a way to free her hands, despite how tightly she was wrapped. I would find her with the blanket pulled out around her face, and a little hand sticking out. I had a few of the Swaddle Me blankets that I had received as gifts, so I tried those out one night, and what a difference! First of all, it didn't take me 10 tries to get her wrapped. More like one. These blankets have a little insert for their feet, then velcro for the parts that wrap the arms in. It makes swaddling so easy, and there is no extra fabric around their face. Much easier at 3 am than dealing with blanket folds. </div><div><br /></div><div>5. Baby Connect iPhone App</div><div>So, when you are in the hospital, they want you to track feedings and diapers. They give you a log to fill out so that the doc can make sure that baby is eating, peeing, pooing enough. They usually have you bring the log to the well check a few days after delivery. I found that damn log so helpful bc it reminded me when she ate last, and for how long, what side, etc. You would think that this would be something I could remember, but my brain was so overloaded that I would have no clue when I fed her last if it wasn't for that log. Once we filled up all the paper logs, I decided to search for a similar app. The one I found that had the best reviews was like $4.99, a little pricey for an app, but let me tell you, that was the best 5 bucks I've ever spent. Ry is 8 weeks tomorrow, and I still use this app for every feeding. I stopped tracking diapers, but it's wonderful for feedings. For breast feeding mom's there is a timer so you can time how long she eats on each side. There is also an option to set an alarm after a certain amount of time (helpful if you accidentally fall asleep during the 2am nursing session). I depend on this thing to let me know how long it's been since her last feeding. Sometimes she'll be really fussy, and I know I just fed her, so I'll try to rock her, walk with her, etc. If she doesn't stop, I'll just do a courtesy check on my app to see when I fed her last, and most of the time, I'm wrong and she's right-it's time to eat! The time between feedings literally flies by, and I will think that there's no possible way it's already been 2-3 hours since she last ate, but her body clock is much more finely tuned than mine! If I didn't have the app, I would think that I had just fed her, and I would try to calm her down while the poor kid starved! It also does other cool things like track sleep, moods, doc appointments, immunizations, etc. There is so much to remember w/ a new baby, and this app will free up some room in your already overloaded brain!</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, that's it for now...I may do another post in a few months bc she has a bunch of contraptions that are ready for her as soon as she grows a bit...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-80911811322083077332012-03-26T14:28:00.004-07:002012-03-26T15:24:52.778-07:00Who's Your Daddy?Even though I did all the work growing this kid, she popped out looking just like her daddy. Everyone tells me how much she looks like John, and I definitely agree. The faces she makes and her expressions are like John staring back at me. When she was first born, though, my initial thought was that she looked identical to me when I was a newborn. I guess only time will tell...<div>I don't have any baby pics of John for comparison, but here are some of me...you be the judge!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTdChg8K1aoh_7wGJh4ehQkALodotqismEvVgISGX3eWrbIhkFVB65POe65aC9djJ33ipKVPbmPt9DhNUb7lMn7zC5xPySt6v4RRXA0RvG-7YVx4nT2Dwi2wrxqpsgPptJn9J8kwdX9U/s1600/Picture17.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTdChg8K1aoh_7wGJh4ehQkALodotqismEvVgISGX3eWrbIhkFVB65POe65aC9djJ33ipKVPbmPt9DhNUb7lMn7zC5xPySt6v4RRXA0RvG-7YVx4nT2Dwi2wrxqpsgPptJn9J8kwdX9U/s320/Picture17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724334135079177058" /></a><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jze57jULJEeq0p9u8OY8D1uzOFeBFGsXcizesfdHVEh1USmJ-iFpM8Rh53rfEZ7jJjfU6V8rNDJAr8gSlAuyi3zDXFfzYfNSbbI3LUqyDjOezAVRkgb-sqoGKdQSWqM_eFV3BUyDUC0/s1600/Picture16.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jze57jULJEeq0p9u8OY8D1uzOFeBFGsXcizesfdHVEh1USmJ-iFpM8Rh53rfEZ7jJjfU6V8rNDJAr8gSlAuyi3zDXFfzYfNSbbI3LUqyDjOezAVRkgb-sqoGKdQSWqM_eFV3BUyDUC0/s320/Picture16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724334134260455762" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNPgBv5TQI9uWxbNjT4RcqjFeCf4Er8t0xsAUNGoyL5MafSfpUrxKCKazlCFA1z5BBXoguQaOi4Ckhl0LzsTD2eGVjhJZT5TVM4CkWJRRC59VyXTh7rK7V4StoUXMF1mDWZU3vyRLPvE/s1600/Picture15.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNPgBv5TQI9uWxbNjT4RcqjFeCf4Er8t0xsAUNGoyL5MafSfpUrxKCKazlCFA1z5BBXoguQaOi4Ckhl0LzsTD2eGVjhJZT5TVM4CkWJRRC59VyXTh7rK7V4StoUXMF1mDWZU3vyRLPvE/s320/Picture15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724334096422251106" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tfE1C-8gB2S3S67Sz3H7UZCDwv6lkhb69P-0_3L25SAj8NZVLs2lCSjHelijd83vldQtG9GopIb9Uiv0UKUsvi2hawOWVtM0pvgSsfp_ywZq3NNfkxidLPs3XDz-qGSGlu4KyDYtOcc/s1600/Picture14.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tfE1C-8gB2S3S67Sz3H7UZCDwv6lkhb69P-0_3L25SAj8NZVLs2lCSjHelijd83vldQtG9GopIb9Uiv0UKUsvi2hawOWVtM0pvgSsfp_ywZq3NNfkxidLPs3XDz-qGSGlu4KyDYtOcc/s320/Picture14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724334094196664242" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-3977259345632188512012-03-20T13:08:00.005-07:002012-03-20T13:42:07.479-07:00St Patrick's DayOur annual St Patrick's Day celebration wasn't altered by our new addition. Little Ry fit right in with this crazy bunch, and I think she enjoyed her first Paddy's Day (although she may have not appreciated her various costume changes).<div>Every year, the boys meet at our house at 8am to watch Boondock Saints. This year was no different. John had the house decorated and the car bombs waiting. Ryleigh and I hung out upstairs while the boys did their thing. Around 11, we headed out to Roscoe's which is where we normally spend the day. Ry was all decked out in her shamrocks and tied her daddy for best dressed. She made her debut at Roscoes and hung out with us there for about a half an hour before Grandma took her home to let mama have her FIRST drink in 10 months! My sweet girl also took her first bottle, so that allowed me to stay at Roscoes for a while longer than I was planning, which was great! It was strange to be out without her and to be hanging at a bar with all my friends like I did pre-baby. It felt great to get a few hours out! Now that I know she will take a bottle, I am planning a date night for J and I!</div><div>After a few hours at Roscoes, we headed back home and had a little gathering there for the rest of the day/night. It was a great day, and I'm so happy our munchkin enjoyed her 1st St P's Day. And now, pictures...</div><div><br /></div><div>All Ready!</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawaB8vMU88rs0Oo9Bn4UF5kLNVw574O4pvvf_2uXJSspaFD5RoBk91GmNoadEEISwbjhZh-0ZNq3BdpO4iJ172bl_EWgorpf1lm3Lz8KGBMXfv2WrR8trLDUszTX8WSCUHgIeQ47kHyc/s320/IMG_1811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722079140866074258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>She won't be getting pinched!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7kVw75A715LFMgQ14scE9Rbi17CJrYi2WPIcZfUpMpmQiHblVqAOey2jsOfxE6lK8U-W3d7y7tAxJjakh2BUKO1R2QHMsT3e2l5_9jOFjz8czjn378x1CCtznoMdSZGFXBcNiwhKLr8/s1600/IMG_0571.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7kVw75A715LFMgQ14scE9Rbi17CJrYi2WPIcZfUpMpmQiHblVqAOey2jsOfxE6lK8U-W3d7y7tAxJjakh2BUKO1R2QHMsT3e2l5_9jOFjz8czjn378x1CCtznoMdSZGFXBcNiwhKLr8/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722079133070833058" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Daddy and his two fav things!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfv97PsiHzeVjIoVvJNgKnJEUeoxRTePXMGWsULm2wTlm51tnyE3OLOuY-p5R2-U9py5o6krDki1OYAWrdZtW_0-Aw4Yuw9ZOvwXmbIva748EXyw67jM7rBHue3bWKVh8nHRl5Nm1Qp4/s1600/IMG_0575.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfv97PsiHzeVjIoVvJNgKnJEUeoxRTePXMGWsULm2wTlm51tnyE3OLOuY-p5R2-U9py5o6krDki1OYAWrdZtW_0-Aw4Yuw9ZOvwXmbIva748EXyw67jM7rBHue3bWKVh8nHRl5Nm1Qp4/s320/IMG_0575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722079126732083202" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYcyTYkjoBH7EGfaNGV9FOgEdlZ3HrgMtY964_LiUT0S5Sik0ALlE9ELxmLK48VzITkp29mGW3X9IOIV-GW8rhphMSEhfgiTr2U5DBDyJLkJO6aag8i3qLxi3t1GbDEPSDkW8genY0c_I/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYcyTYkjoBH7EGfaNGV9FOgEdlZ3HrgMtY964_LiUT0S5Sik0ALlE9ELxmLK48VzITkp29mGW3X9IOIV-GW8rhphMSEhfgiTr2U5DBDyJLkJO6aag8i3qLxi3t1GbDEPSDkW8genY0c_I/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722078660171132354" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Uncle Jeff<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51jnTowFU1ooQ159ohtY9-y4tePOWNSlY41DVJlg1ahhwFNhPNfPi-QUmbC9N0EU6wuVPiz1Z9FczO36EjT3zrqilYJqYjieALY9mjGVjSN_PuRwpECuC_silxykcB1CwfbTVOI4AIBI/s1600/IMG_0554.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51jnTowFU1ooQ159ohtY9-y4tePOWNSlY41DVJlg1ahhwFNhPNfPi-QUmbC9N0EU6wuVPiz1Z9FczO36EjT3zrqilYJqYjieALY9mjGVjSN_PuRwpECuC_silxykcB1CwfbTVOI4AIBI/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722078645217726930" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>First drink!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTg_mCy21yz3tBBy57570-f6w5wp4KhKqjNdu03JsY1CvnomdF1uVjxUYJkDihzobzq-LVtV_IC9ZWVF0nbq1PVxk8Xy09s8b03OUjF1DTfcE4wRmGKaNEd3n8lsEhqazALx1pJBzYAI/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTg_mCy21yz3tBBy57570-f6w5wp4KhKqjNdu03JsY1CvnomdF1uVjxUYJkDihzobzq-LVtV_IC9ZWVF0nbq1PVxk8Xy09s8b03OUjF1DTfcE4wRmGKaNEd3n8lsEhqazALx1pJBzYAI/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722078641767213250" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Mmmmmm<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_pdRkzb1WlD43Ho69F17SRjXe5sn7j78xGEan8uaHvcdaY995eqWZVJQlpsmH1CZvEX3ibdhy1pUlr0eXzdzW3fO7JRn62oZvp63cBTtIc69s12oXsAA4B006bl_H35PHZR1V0wmBzDI/s1600/IMG_0556.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_pdRkzb1WlD43Ho69F17SRjXe5sn7j78xGEan8uaHvcdaY995eqWZVJQlpsmH1CZvEX3ibdhy1pUlr0eXzdzW3fO7JRn62oZvp63cBTtIc69s12oXsAA4B006bl_H35PHZR1V0wmBzDI/s320/IMG_0556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722078634725853986" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFxD3F7H5pG6hJWqbY5pk6hkcKirXFOKz8vWEwJR6P2m6VsmqFOkqrfdipVsJPf2X1DdAN7sZrOLyLfcIH7zenokVFBWyTxwjdAYzpK3EtwUtSQticA0omuap9UBrBAJ4qohPc4Ix1aM/s1600/IMG_0557.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFxD3F7H5pG6hJWqbY5pk6hkcKirXFOKz8vWEwJR6P2m6VsmqFOkqrfdipVsJPf2X1DdAN7sZrOLyLfcIH7zenokVFBWyTxwjdAYzpK3EtwUtSQticA0omuap9UBrBAJ4qohPc4Ix1aM/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722078631948506370" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Mama and her Shamrock<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifagfUqe4GPJKGsZMusJvXILk-z0myrjmmRUnL7RSDxOIujwOhmgAvdqQejH9_dHMpghcfzT1gY8uUK0hogr2yR0UJRJmIjwRbFWBUuaCT4KG_PUYDt5LsPj8pUZaU3rhK4wK7HIJXzdA/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifagfUqe4GPJKGsZMusJvXILk-z0myrjmmRUnL7RSDxOIujwOhmgAvdqQejH9_dHMpghcfzT1gY8uUK0hogr2yR0UJRJmIjwRbFWBUuaCT4KG_PUYDt5LsPj8pUZaU3rhK4wK7HIJXzdA/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722078171035943890" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Grandma and Grandpa<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBDFBqUdnnZS3sXKhfEw6GreotzMOkCqXl7vHKmlAORmRoc5U5QiR06xIrAUT6c50zDP9UuFoRwMI13hlAzlvLCsFxoLdp6w0ZvlbxRK1J9hyphenhyphenZTS-xNy5U4BLUNRbl6TwBjmdTylGpeM/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBDFBqUdnnZS3sXKhfEw6GreotzMOkCqXl7vHKmlAORmRoc5U5QiR06xIrAUT6c50zDP9UuFoRwMI13hlAzlvLCsFxoLdp6w0ZvlbxRK1J9hyphenhyphenZTS-xNy5U4BLUNRbl6TwBjmdTylGpeM/s320/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722078160225594994" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Everyone made fun of me, but I HAD to have a mimosa-I've been craving one for months!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbclDHNQbwV9JIxXtM7O5_j72HbjvFi0rxQ7s024w9KA6tQpPRcqv2zRL8-8Qj5K31lsG1Isi19W2OBc1UrJJ3vbkTJ6FN_mC5HLROAeI5OrT2_zNyqozhyHTA2SeBudmFFIVTz3_zno/s1600/IMG_0576.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbclDHNQbwV9JIxXtM7O5_j72HbjvFi0rxQ7s024w9KA6tQpPRcqv2zRL8-8Qj5K31lsG1Isi19W2OBc1UrJJ3vbkTJ6FN_mC5HLROAeI5OrT2_zNyqozhyHTA2SeBudmFFIVTz3_zno/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722078158794597522" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Good girl gulping her first bottle-it made the extreme awkwardness of a breast pump worth it!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctH9gaI7FPozzkIJ0EgIzAdYaI3TYqtwEZO3TLK4m4H31pak_iqOcVQbkm2SMcs9S-jd_uLpBjnCJFdFPhPgPb3Re1IA2kobDP0DGj20Hl2qc6UGyR2cHOr6OkdCkcLSjEgiZJNqWLWc/s1600/IMG_0580.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctH9gaI7FPozzkIJ0EgIzAdYaI3TYqtwEZO3TLK4m4H31pak_iqOcVQbkm2SMcs9S-jd_uLpBjnCJFdFPhPgPb3Re1IA2kobDP0DGj20Hl2qc6UGyR2cHOr6OkdCkcLSjEgiZJNqWLWc/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722078148514131042" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Cozy in her pj's back at grandma & grandpa's<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58nBrMu8gpI3VhOmq6uJET9k6VIMJUck2rnHwh7LGj1nFGWY17asybjMTF8rVCV4yzBOswVa6WhXiFIazzwNg_If5L1SNcOWQcia_mkEHLW1ZDZON50mBGnUxFou5vVHWP6xZ00xWvN0/s1600/IMG_0591.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58nBrMu8gpI3VhOmq6uJET9k6VIMJUck2rnHwh7LGj1nFGWY17asybjMTF8rVCV4yzBOswVa6WhXiFIazzwNg_If5L1SNcOWQcia_mkEHLW1ZDZON50mBGnUxFou5vVHWP6xZ00xWvN0/s320/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722078142458525858" /></a><br /><br /></div>Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-34979496432065703172012-03-16T05:50:00.002-07:002012-03-16T13:04:48.080-07:00One Month!Ryleigh is four weeks old today! I can't believe how fast it's gone by, but at the same time I can't even remember what it was like to be pregnant!<br />At four weeks, here's what's going on with Ryleigh:<br />-She is a great eater and weighs in at about 8 lbs as of a couple of days ago. That's a little over a 2 lb gain in four weeks.<br />-Her little personality is developing and she is starting to become more vocal and alert.<br />-She has big blue eyes and lots and lots of blonde hair.<br />-She loves to sleep snuggled up in our bed, and when we try to put her in her bassinet she makes us pay.<br />-She has an intolerance for something I am eating and I am in the process of trying to figure it out, which means cutting out all dairy and caffeine. I've pretty much been non-functional the last two days!<br />-She loves the car<br />-had her first girls shopping trip at Nordstrom to celebrate her grandma's bday<br />-She no longer wants to be swaddled. She loves to have her hands up by her face, something we learned about her in utero since we were never able to get a good face shot<br />-she loves sound. Any loud noises put her back to sleep-especially my hair dryer. Works out well for me getting ready<br />-loves to be held. Does not work out well for me getting ready!<br />-discovered her pacifier which gives us more sleepy time at night<br />- is super strong and wiggly. She can pretty much hold her head up and she loves to roll and thrash around. Our pediatrician warned us that she can never be left unattended bc of how wiggly she is.<br />-will be experiencing her first St Patrick's day Sat. Stay tuned for some amazing pics!<br />Here are some pics from the past week<div><br /></div><div>Big enough for her boppy!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3hZS-AZbCq8MLVhokrKfK9Tve4w6jNskU78rXc3rBu7ChXWz1jPuQMmNdQp6GdZzlOmbZHQqH8-S5DVSCypgx7Pg9iDwLbxZU_uzZ1eIpLIGKnfGhL6aE8N2a8oA__a1gPLTlL7ics9I/s640/blogger-image-500953216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3hZS-AZbCq8MLVhokrKfK9Tve4w6jNskU78rXc3rBu7ChXWz1jPuQMmNdQp6GdZzlOmbZHQqH8-S5DVSCypgx7Pg9iDwLbxZU_uzZ1eIpLIGKnfGhL6aE8N2a8oA__a1gPLTlL7ics9I/s640/blogger-image-500953216.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sleepy Girl</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghdwhIHv8H5XaLA_7ZodHpoXGWxXxR5Rzjh5cijscVllBtsDriZg751ebBnwoVOBtnYNc0EN0p4MWoOB1c2-1p7DIGR5PHZmDXWy3RcvrkazPdtGYNHR9aThQrp4Fk4pHH0i1weswu4Vk/s640/blogger-image-1334949627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Snoozing through lunch</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zcYQUrHo1-hW3vaecYsOkuX0VKZjMdc-WpGKKGgd1prSBhO_e7b5X9YNMaoxiJxNX5SuG6qWV36QMbk2lumbVldNYwirnqW_SM_yeOH5_dtSDaObpkYDO3Jgf4H-age4QYCNK-uPKTQ/s640/blogger-image--1126848657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zcYQUrHo1-hW3vaecYsOkuX0VKZjMdc-WpGKKGgd1prSBhO_e7b5X9YNMaoxiJxNX5SuG6qWV36QMbk2lumbVldNYwirnqW_SM_yeOH5_dtSDaObpkYDO3Jgf4H-age4QYCNK-uPKTQ/s640/blogger-image--1126848657.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ridiculous looking pacifier, but it's the only one she'll take</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxCy0Oi5so9joOJki4sPRfVVPiVYR8NLLu5aEd7C__IcIMp9D8O5owdaGsJ1vAs_lstcj8Jul-i-bnnxK9To7IHuCoK-9PsRWs8OTXkwPjUHNBHq-Sknb_p5byoL5kKCGYtSetk64L70/s640/blogger-image-494174137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxCy0Oi5so9joOJki4sPRfVVPiVYR8NLLu5aEd7C__IcIMp9D8O5owdaGsJ1vAs_lstcj8Jul-i-bnnxK9To7IHuCoK-9PsRWs8OTXkwPjUHNBHq-Sknb_p5byoL5kKCGYtSetk64L70/s640/blogger-image-494174137.jpg" /></a></div></div>Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416517415022957743.post-90416209399237872252012-03-02T11:57:00.004-08:002012-03-02T12:11:44.471-08:00Our First Two Weeks<span ><span style="font-size: 16px; ">Feb 29th was my due date, and I spent it cuddling my 13 day old baby girl! John was out of town all week so it was just us girls. We packed up and spent the week at my mom's house, where we were waited on hand and foot! We had a fun week, and I even got to do a little shopping for myself! Let me just tell you how great it is to be able to buy normal clothes again! It felt amazing to try on clothes in my old size and actually have them fit! I scored some major loot for my spring wardrobe, and Ryleigh was very </span>accommodating<span style="font-size: 16px; "> and slept through the entire shopping trip.</span></span><div><span ><span style="font-size: 16px; ">Ryleigh has been doing great. She is still such a low key baby. She doesn't really cry at all. She lets me know when she's ready to eat by sort of grunting and cooing, and as long as I feed her within 5-10 minutes of her making those sounds, she doesn't cry. She is a great eater, and she has a decent night time sleep schedule. She goes about 3-4 hours (at the most), which allows me to get SOME sleep at night. She has her longest sleep stretches during the day, but for the life of me, I cannot seem to force myself to nap during the day. My mind won't shut off, and I just honestly don't feel tired. Every night at 2 am, I promise my sleepy self that I will nap the next day, but the day comes, and I feel to wide awake. Oh well...</span></span></div><div><span >I weighed Ry on my scale the other day, and assuming my scale is accurate, she's up to 7lbs, which means she gained a pound since her well visit at 5 days old. She has her 2 week check up this afternoon, so we'll get her official stats then.</span></div><div><span >She had her first photo shoot last Sunday, and I am SO happy with how the photos turned out. I've only seen a couple of them, and I can't wait to see the rest! If anyone is looking for a newborn photographer, Christie Hobson Photography is amazing! I'll leave you with a few pics!</span></div><div><br /></div>Sleepy Girl<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZM9wD_2fJdpj4PtUFN_58dD0blaw62Q_bdeDgUTEPw2s30uu4fkms02gq_wKFCI4MKREdSHexGwIXDbkFccPmTiWI2nPWWpK-gMAGsxS66oNPifzsBg4CiR2csmWyBX65XMeMb5oUV0w/s1600/sleepy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZM9wD_2fJdpj4PtUFN_58dD0blaw62Q_bdeDgUTEPw2s30uu4fkms02gq_wKFCI4MKREdSHexGwIXDbkFccPmTiWI2nPWWpK-gMAGsxS66oNPifzsBg4CiR2csmWyBX65XMeMb5oUV0w/s320/sleepy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715394512512200898" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Cozy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJh72tA78AOGrFIR-JfgLD_6tvZZIWOSSQaevX4RZqn3Tto5Xp_Uck1taad7ECmfHLf5r09Jc5KG6OZQtIXrpbSXxGCxRDG_cD51gg5z94TuJ60UNvIbi85p-7SYlU_RFt9mriCXpjXE/s1600/Pro+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJh72tA78AOGrFIR-JfgLD_6tvZZIWOSSQaevX4RZqn3Tto5Xp_Uck1taad7ECmfHLf5r09Jc5KG6OZQtIXrpbSXxGCxRDG_cD51gg5z94TuJ60UNvIbi85p-7SYlU_RFt9mriCXpjXE/s320/Pro+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715394510494388626" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Sleeping Beauty<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mcATYMUSvjvT5PpLdkyWCHBjRuJyCNgZjWOmi2Z68S7uKaaV2fjjptMdqfLSIzrfLzNzd7YnpUxcMHDFj6JhEpPVwkeCMa4P8sq26GR_0HTegwGYVW3CvEwcS7nGkKhre7p4bDoqH5M/s1600/Pro+1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mcATYMUSvjvT5PpLdkyWCHBjRuJyCNgZjWOmi2Z68S7uKaaV2fjjptMdqfLSIzrfLzNzd7YnpUxcMHDFj6JhEpPVwkeCMa4P8sq26GR_0HTegwGYVW3CvEwcS7nGkKhre7p4bDoqH5M/s320/Pro+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715394505027803858" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jr Sox Fan (her daddy brought these Red Sox home from Fenway late last year)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wVHmnX5LMSlswlKMloN5F-RLGpRDnrdBBoUts4eAGA6jRc-1IzR5NA4qIJ0eVe4IqHeZbjUcranevk8okwEkrFCiuAW7I6h62J_NnJ2cZ2JWbQvo7rFXWCvu1cVpbTZJSrZXW0z_J5M/s1600/Red+Sox.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wVHmnX5LMSlswlKMloN5F-RLGpRDnrdBBoUts4eAGA6jRc-1IzR5NA4qIJ0eVe4IqHeZbjUcranevk8okwEkrFCiuAW7I6h62J_NnJ2cZ2JWbQvo7rFXWCvu1cVpbTZJSrZXW0z_J5M/s320/Red+Sox.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715394499949404082" /></a><span><br /></span></div>Traciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922772332905022903noreply@blogger.com2