I have three nanoseconds.
I'll change the blog soon. I know it's not Christmas.
But...I hate PLAYDOH!!!
Why do they make this stuff? My son LOVES it. It sticks to EVERYTHING! and short of replacing everything it touches I can't seem to really clean it up.
Tonight when everyone is sleeping every jar of playdoh in this house is going to find a new home. A comfy home at the local landfill I think!!!! :)
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Words and a few pictures
3 weeks.
It's been 3 weeks since we became a family of four. We're settled in now and taking things one day at a time. Lots of people have been asking a series of questions lately and I thought I'd answer them here so I can remember how we felt during this time.
1) What is life life with two kids?
Crazy, wonderful, chaotic, fun. Those are the words I would use to describe our life right now. In some ways, we're more predictable. At 5:15 p.m I'm cooking dinner - at 6:00, if it's warm, we are loading up for a walk around the block - at 8:00 we're getting ready for bath and bed times. In other ways, it's more chaotic. For example - we set down to dinner the other night and had 10 minutes of quiet before Sam had thrown up and Reagan was screaming. We're learning to go with the flow.
2) How is having Reagan different from Sam?
When Sam was born, Scott held him in the hospital whispered that he loved him in his ear and I fell in love with my husband all over again. It was instant and overwhelming. In that moment every reason why I'd married this man ran through my mind. It felt good. With Reagan, he held her in the hospital and I thought - how sweet, but no rush of emotions. BUT - the night when when I was ready to pass out from exhaustion and he offered to wake me when it was time for her feeding - it happened. This leads to the next question...
3)What is the one thing you couldn't not live without?
Take my play pens, fancy bottle warmer...heck...take my diapers. I could do it without all of those things. But you try to take my husband out of the picture and I'll fight you to the death. I'm not joking. I'll fight you to the death. :) I need him. He needs me. We're safer now. I never forget my seat belt - he wears a life jacket in boats. We need each other. I can't imagine doing this along. I don't want to imagine that. Ok, now I'm shaking.
4) How are girls different from boys?
I'll get back to you on this one. Besides the fact that Reagan has peed on me more than Sam did - I can't tell yet. She's so sweet. Her features are so delicate. I imagine how our play will be different when she's older.
Ok - more q&a later. It's almost 6 and we're due for a walk around the block!!!:)
It's been 3 weeks since we became a family of four. We're settled in now and taking things one day at a time. Lots of people have been asking a series of questions lately and I thought I'd answer them here so I can remember how we felt during this time.
1) What is life life with two kids?
Crazy, wonderful, chaotic, fun. Those are the words I would use to describe our life right now. In some ways, we're more predictable. At 5:15 p.m I'm cooking dinner - at 6:00, if it's warm, we are loading up for a walk around the block - at 8:00 we're getting ready for bath and bed times. In other ways, it's more chaotic. For example - we set down to dinner the other night and had 10 minutes of quiet before Sam had thrown up and Reagan was screaming. We're learning to go with the flow.
2) How is having Reagan different from Sam?
When Sam was born, Scott held him in the hospital whispered that he loved him in his ear and I fell in love with my husband all over again. It was instant and overwhelming. In that moment every reason why I'd married this man ran through my mind. It felt good. With Reagan, he held her in the hospital and I thought - how sweet, but no rush of emotions. BUT - the night when when I was ready to pass out from exhaustion and he offered to wake me when it was time for her feeding - it happened. This leads to the next question...
3)What is the one thing you couldn't not live without?
Take my play pens, fancy bottle warmer...heck...take my diapers. I could do it without all of those things. But you try to take my husband out of the picture and I'll fight you to the death. I'm not joking. I'll fight you to the death. :) I need him. He needs me. We're safer now. I never forget my seat belt - he wears a life jacket in boats. We need each other. I can't imagine doing this along. I don't want to imagine that. Ok, now I'm shaking.
4) How are girls different from boys?
I'll get back to you on this one. Besides the fact that Reagan has peed on me more than Sam did - I can't tell yet. She's so sweet. Her features are so delicate. I imagine how our play will be different when she's older.
Ok - more q&a later. It's almost 6 and we're due for a walk around the block!!!:)
Monday, January 5, 2009
Even more pictures!
Here are a few more pictures from the last few weeks.
We took Sam and Reagan to our neighborhood park with Honey and got the following shots.
Reagan...sleeping through the fun.
This has to be one of my favorites. Sam LOVES playing with Honey. Look how happy he is in this picture.
We took Sam and Reagan to our neighborhood park with Honey and got the following shots.
Reagan...sleeping through the fun.
This has to be one of my favorites. Sam LOVES playing with Honey. Look how happy he is in this picture.
Rylie Jo and Reagan hanging out at Honey and Papa Tom's house for the New Year. Rylie didn't stay up to ring in the New Year - She's already sleeping through the night!!!! Reagan, however, decided to pull an all-nighter.
I know everyone thinks their kiddo is cute...but really...isn't she adorable?
Friday, January 2, 2009
And more pictures!
Family photo after the Christmas Eve service.
The kids...Sam loves to hug on Reagan.
Ok, not the best shot, but check out that cute Christmas dress.
More loving on Ray Ray
A little lunch with Papa Tom.
We've downloaded over 1,000 photos in the last two days to our computer. So, more picture posts coming soon.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Pictures!
Here are some pictures of our last few weeks. We are in heaven with our new little girl. Sam's officially calling her Ray Ray. So cute. She's been a dream to care for and Scott and I keep just looking at ourselves and saying..."can you believe we're a family of FOUR!?" We are so blessed with these little people. I can't imagine life without them. Now if time would just slow down so we could soak in these days a little more.
Posing for the camera after giving Ray Ray kisses.
Sam meeting Ray Ray for the first time.
Our first family photo.
One of our favorite nurses at the Med.
Welcome to the world, Reagan!
Reagan meeting Mom and Dad for the first time. 
Scoring a healthy nine on the apgar test.
"C'mon people...enough with the checking me out stuff!"
This was me seeing Reagan for the first time. I couldn't get over all that curly black hair.
Ok, a rare shot during labor. It was 9:30 a.m. If I'd known that it would be 9:30 p.m. before I'd be holding my baby I think I would have been crying!!!! :)
Posing for the camera after giving Ray Ray kisses.
Sam meeting Ray Ray for the first time.
Our first family photo.
One of our favorite nurses at the Med.
Welcome to the world, Reagan!
Reagan meeting Mom and Dad for the first time.
Scoring a healthy nine on the apgar test.
"C'mon people...enough with the checking me out stuff!"
This was me seeing Reagan for the first time. I couldn't get over all that curly black hair.
Ok, a rare shot during labor. It was 9:30 a.m. If I'd known that it would be 9:30 p.m. before I'd be holding my baby I think I would have been crying!!!! :)
Saturday, December 20, 2008
She's here and beautiful!
Reagan Lee Kenley was born December 18, 2008 at 8:06 p.m. She is beautiful with a full head of black hair!
Scott and I arrived at the hospital at 5:15 am and by 6 I was hooked up and the pitocin started. I labored from 6 am to 12 pm and then asked for an epidural. I expected that she'd be here by 2 at the latest. I was wrong! :)
I stalled out at a 6 around 2 pm. Needless to say my progress hadn't been stellar up to that point. Baby looked great the whole time - good heartbeat and showed no signs of distress.
Around 3:30 - I started getting a little nervous. Things just didn't feel right and I began to accept that we might be looking at a c-section. Around 5:30 our nurse said that our chances of having a natural delivery were not looking good. I cried. :) I was so tired and just ready to be done. We agreed to the c-section and thought that we'd be back in the OR by 6.
At 6, almost on the dot, my epidural completely wore off. I had made it to an 8 and labored like that for an hour. That 60 minutes taught me a lot - mostly that I'll never labor at an 8 without medication again. Killer - horrible - terrible pain.
At 7 the nurse came back in and found a very crabby patient. She tried to start some more meds, but they didn't work. Our doctor came in around 7:30 and we made the final decision to go for the c-section. Apparently he'd given me the extra hour and a half to see if I could progress on my own - when that didn't happen our decision was clear.
I cried again. Terrified of the c-section I asked for 10 minutes alone with Scott before they took me back. The nurses and dr left and Scott prayed. I was still scared, but not doing the full face cry thing anymore.
They wheeled my back to the OR and started some strong drugs. They gave them to me through my epidural site. The only hard part of this was that it left me feeling like someone was sitting on my chest and gave the illusion that I couldn't breathe. I pulled out every counseling trick I know to calm anxiety. Some of it worked. :) I had three episodes of throwing up from the medication on my empty stomach, but nothing outside of that.
About 30 minutes into the c-section we heard this beautiful, strong cry come from our daughter. She was 8 lbs 3 oz, pink, healthy - a perfect moment.
I cried.
I cried from exhaustion, excitement. It was such a release of emotion.
Scott got to weigh her and go for her first bath. All firsts for him. When Sam was born he was whisked away to the NICU without us even holding him. So - this moment was extra sweet for Sam - He played the proud Daddy role and got some great pics with the nurses and drs. I was so excited for him. One memory just so we don't forget - at the hospital when a new baby is born the dad pushes a button that plays a lullaby throughout the hospital to announce the birth. With Sam there was too much going on and he never got to push it. I cried when I heard that lullaby playing. Such a small thing - but so meaningful to us.
Reagan's doing great. I can't believe we're a family of 4!!!! Parents to two kiddos. Well, right now very sleep deprived, excited parents.
Scott and I arrived at the hospital at 5:15 am and by 6 I was hooked up and the pitocin started. I labored from 6 am to 12 pm and then asked for an epidural. I expected that she'd be here by 2 at the latest. I was wrong! :)
I stalled out at a 6 around 2 pm. Needless to say my progress hadn't been stellar up to that point. Baby looked great the whole time - good heartbeat and showed no signs of distress.
Around 3:30 - I started getting a little nervous. Things just didn't feel right and I began to accept that we might be looking at a c-section. Around 5:30 our nurse said that our chances of having a natural delivery were not looking good. I cried. :) I was so tired and just ready to be done. We agreed to the c-section and thought that we'd be back in the OR by 6.
At 6, almost on the dot, my epidural completely wore off. I had made it to an 8 and labored like that for an hour. That 60 minutes taught me a lot - mostly that I'll never labor at an 8 without medication again. Killer - horrible - terrible pain.
At 7 the nurse came back in and found a very crabby patient. She tried to start some more meds, but they didn't work. Our doctor came in around 7:30 and we made the final decision to go for the c-section. Apparently he'd given me the extra hour and a half to see if I could progress on my own - when that didn't happen our decision was clear.
I cried again. Terrified of the c-section I asked for 10 minutes alone with Scott before they took me back. The nurses and dr left and Scott prayed. I was still scared, but not doing the full face cry thing anymore.
They wheeled my back to the OR and started some strong drugs. They gave them to me through my epidural site. The only hard part of this was that it left me feeling like someone was sitting on my chest and gave the illusion that I couldn't breathe. I pulled out every counseling trick I know to calm anxiety. Some of it worked. :) I had three episodes of throwing up from the medication on my empty stomach, but nothing outside of that.
About 30 minutes into the c-section we heard this beautiful, strong cry come from our daughter. She was 8 lbs 3 oz, pink, healthy - a perfect moment.
I cried.
I cried from exhaustion, excitement. It was such a release of emotion.
Scott got to weigh her and go for her first bath. All firsts for him. When Sam was born he was whisked away to the NICU without us even holding him. So - this moment was extra sweet for Sam - He played the proud Daddy role and got some great pics with the nurses and drs. I was so excited for him. One memory just so we don't forget - at the hospital when a new baby is born the dad pushes a button that plays a lullaby throughout the hospital to announce the birth. With Sam there was too much going on and he never got to push it. I cried when I heard that lullaby playing. Such a small thing - but so meaningful to us.
Reagan's doing great. I can't believe we're a family of 4!!!! Parents to two kiddos. Well, right now very sleep deprived, excited parents.
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