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Whew.  I’m not sure I had any clue how LITTLE energy I’d have in the second trimester this time around!  I’m past the halfway mark with our precious little Grayson, and I’m still waiting for the sudden burst of energy that will help me accomplish the countless nesting projects that are on my “to do” lists.  I can make it until about 12:45 each day, and then I hit a wall of total exhaustion that can’t be scaled.  And speaking of scales, I have quit stepping on them every day because the climbing numbers add to my exhaustion and frustration.  Frustration  that grows when food gets flung across the dining room because simply saying “All Done” wasn’t enough.  It’s enough to make me want to pull my hair out sometimes.  A lot of times.  But then there’s the cute way she looks at the clock and says “Cock. Teek teek tock.”  Gotta work on pronouncing those L blends still… ha!

But it’s those cute little moments holding her, looking at the clock her great grandfather once owned, that make every single bit of exhaustion fade away.  It’s the countless times I hear, “Mommy up!  Peeze?”  It’s her picking up bits of paper from the floor and saying “Trash?  Away?  Ok.  Hepper.”   But it’s more than that.  It’s the “nuggles” and watching her as she sleeps.  It’s listening to her count even though she misses numbers.  It’s working puzzles with her and helping her learn her colors.  All the while, watching the stretch marks on my hips expand as I feel tiny little kicks and punches, and just this week, hiccups.  Those moments, justify those marks and turn them into Mama Tiger Stripes.

My former clothes may not fit right, and the scale may not be my friend in this world of peanut-butter-and-strawberry-jam-sandwich cravings.  Ten or eleven hours of sleep at night may not cut the sleepies in the morning, or afternoon, or evening.  I may miss out on lots of evening time with my hubby to desperately attempt to find more time to cram in sleep.  I may feel like a zombie sometimes.  But it is all 250% worth it.  Every moment.  Every single possible fear or bit of nervous energy is washed away when I look around me at her beautiful artwork, and see her passion for books.  I may not know how she’ll handle being a big sister, but the moments when she pats my ever-expanding-middle and says “Baby tummy.  Dayson!  Bubba!”  Those are the moments when I don’t worry so much and I know that like every time she’s thrown a fit, every time she’s had to go to time out, every time she’s been loud when she should have been quiet, this too shall pass.  We’ll make mistakes.  We’ll figure things out.  We’ll do things right.  We’ll do things wrong.  And we’ll love them both more than we can understand.

But through it all, I must remember.  She’s only a baby herself.  A baby with a beautiful, sweet, caring heart, who likes to help say “Thank you” to Jesus before her meals, who gives hugs and kisses just because, and who is now quick to say “I you” and “I you, too” to people she loves.  No matter what this little guy comes out looking like, no matter how quickly he walks or talks or learns, he has a big sister who already loves him SO much, (and will no doubt hate him at times, too) and will set an example for him in both good and bad ways.  We’ll work through every one of them, and love him as much as we love her, and together with God at our head, we’ll figure out this crazy world of parenthood. Whether we get any sleep or not.

Grayson Cody- 20th week

Well, here we sit. The evening of January 1st. Another year has begun. This time six years ago, I was texting with a new guy I’d just met online eariler that evening, and we were beginning to make plans to meet in person the coming Saturday. He sure seemed like a great guy, and we had a lot in common- mainly our faith, and our love of photography. Little did I know that just six years later, I’d be laying in our bed in our beautiful dream home in San Antonio, pregnant with a wonderful baby boy, while just steps away down the hall, our first would be sleeping soundly in her favorite butterfly footy pjs hugging her dearly beloved monkey, George. Yup, I had no idea then that this guy was my one true love. But I had hope.

As I look back on 2013, if I could only use one word to describe the emotional rollercoaster ride that we took, I’d have to use the word hope. We hoped we’d get pregnant again. Then when we got pregnant for the third time, we hoped we wouldn’t lose that baby like we had the second. Then, we hoped we’d make it to our first ultrasound for the fourth pregnancy. And we did. We hoped we’d be able to find out the gender before Christmas and announce to our parents on Christmas morning, and we did.

We hoped that Becca would finally begin to walk on her own and grasp the concept of balance. We hoped she’d finally be able to stand up on her own from sitting in the middle of the floor with no help. We hoped she would someday say “I love you.” We hoped she would slow down in her growing so we could finally quit buying new clothes. We hoped she would… So many things. And she did.

We hoped. About so many things. And some things did. Some things didn’t. And yet, we still hoped.

When a friend asked me to think of one word that I want to define 2014, I had to think hard about it for a couple of days. I’m bad about starting things and not finishing (my December photo challenge is a great example of this). Life gets busy. Things happen. Morning sickness, sheer exhaustion, or simply “Baby Brain” sets in, and stuff doesn’t happen because it’s not high on the priority list. But that’s no excuse. I can set ONE goal for the year that I keep.

My word to define 2014 is thoughtful.

I want to once again become that person who remembers birthdays and drops a card in the mail or sends a special email. I want to be the person who finds that perfect something at dollar tree and picks it up because it’s just right for a friend. (Dollar Tree, not Neiman Marcus- thoughtful, not irresponsible with funds.) I want to be the person someone knows they can call when they need encouragement. I want to be a better listener. I want to give godly advice when it’s requested. I want thoughtfulness to define who I am this year.

As I work this week to clean my office and organize it to prepare for another year of work to begin on Monday, I realized that I also want to be more thoughtful in my work life. I want to be the travel agent who sends thank you cards to clients who travel, to be the one who shoots them a “Happy Birthday” email, who remembers their anniversaries. Because it’s NOT about getting their business for more trips. It’s about being a person who is thoughtful and cares about each of them. Because it’s the right thing to do. If they chose to book with me again, fabulous. If not, that’s ok, too. I just need to make sure that each and every person feels the thought and care that has gone into their travel experience.

So my one resolution for the year is this- to make thoughtfulness define who I am in every aspect of my life this year. No matter what happens in my personal realm. May I be thoughtful.

What one word will define YOUR 2014?

Stockings

Our stockings are hung by the chimney with care!

This November, I’m thankful for pigtails. And cheeks. And smiles. And “nuggles.” I’m thankful for our sweet little bundle of Rebecca Joy. She’s growing so fast, and some days are stressful as teeth invade her precious tiny mouth, and pain makes her brain forget how to be sweet and kind and obedient. But all in all, she is growing up to be a thankful, polite, thoughtful child whom I believe one day will make her daddy and I proud beyond our wildest imagination. She is inquisitive and curious and never quits questioning. I have no idea what career path she will choose, but we will always encourage her to follow her curiousity and her imagination, and see where they take her. And I will always be thankful for this tiny blonde who screamed her way into our lives on a sunny June afternoon at 1:41.

This year our family has been participating in a “CSA” group – where we purchase veggies (and fresh eggs) from a local farmer’s family each week. We’re starting to feel like they are part of our family, so we were super excited when they announced they’d be doing their first ever Pumpkin Patch! After getting rained out last weekend, we were so happy to get to make the trek out to the farm yesterday!

We parked in a makeshift lot in the old cornfield, took a tractor-driven hayride to the patch, and got to pull our own pumpkins straight off the vine! It was super cool. They also had some cute little animals set up in a mini-petting zoo for the littles, and Becca got a tad too friendly with the goat for Daddy’s liking (I admit, it’s ears did look super soft…).

  

She was nervous about petting the chicks, but once Cody held one still for her, and she could pet it’s head, then she thought they were super cool.

In fact, she thought the whole experience was “wow cool” (her words while riding the hayride and watching the tractor). She loved looking at all the “gunkins,” and since “10” is her number of choice this week, she looked at the field of all the pumpkins and determined that there were ten.

HA! All in all, it was a beautiful day, and an experience we won’t soon forget. We’re already looking forward to Braune Farms’ Pumpkin Patch next year!