Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Confessional Tuesday (on Wednesday)

Confession No. 6: I'm an Idiot

Yes, it's Wednesday. I blew through Tuesday convinced it was Monday. I even had an appointment yesterday, scheduled for Tuesday, September 29th, and I made it. And it was Tuesday. But I thought it was Monday.

I need a nap. Or a vacation. Or a full-time nanny. Or a personal assistant. Or a nap.

Yes, I'll take the nap. Who'll watch Chloe for me?

Anyone? Any takers?... Hello?............. Is this thing on?

Monday, September 28, 2009

Photos

My friend, Mandy, was sweet enough to do a photo shoot with Chloe while we were in Oklahoma. She is an awesome photographer, and took time away from her two girls (the youngest, 2 weeks old at the time) to take these pictures. I am so grateful for these pictures, and they capture her at 5 months perfectly (she is now almost 7 months). I feel a little amazed looking through, because I can't believe how much Chloe has changed in the past couple of months. I have posted a few of my favorites. Enjoy! Especially if you are a grandparent.

Thank you, Mandy, for these beautiful photographs.








Saturday, September 26, 2009

Sleepy Saturday

Why so sleepy?


I think I see the culprit.


Oh yes, I definitely see it.

It's okay, little girl, football has the same effect on me.

Friday, September 25, 2009


How often can I thank God for this little girl? 

Not often enough.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Confessional Tuesday

Confession No. 5: Doctor, Doctor, Give Me the News

I know what we're having. That's my confession. 

I can't tell you what it is yet. Have to make sure the family knows first. Can you imagine your mother calling you saying, "You told your blog before you told me?" Not good. NOT good.

I can tell you this. My dream last night was no indicator as to what we're having. We're not having a chipmunk. Thank goodness. Glad the doctor cleared that one up.

I'll fill all of you in a little later today.

We are so excited!

Monday, September 21, 2009

Nerves. Nerves. And More Nerves.

I don't know why I'm blogging today. I have absolutely nothing to say, but I feel like I have everything to say. Does anyone else ever feel like that or am I totally crazy? Don't answer that. Thanks.

I'm a bundle of emotions today. Excitement, nervousness, anticipation, anxiety. We find out what we're having tomorrow. And I have to admit that I'm a little on the nervous side, and I really can't pinpoint why. Maybe it will make it a little more real, calling it him or her instead of it? My mom, my doctor (due to the heart rate-155), other family members, Jason and myself...we're all convinced I'm having a boy. I was convinced Chloe was a boy. Boy, was I wrong with that one. She is all girl. Emotional, that one. Anyway, we'll see if my intuition is right this time. Stay tuned.

I leave you with a picture of our little family of three. This was from a few months ago when we still lived in Lake Forest. Sigh. And why do I have my finger on Chloe's chin? Absolutely no idea. She does not look pleased. 


I enjoy my family. I love my family. It has made Jason and I better people. 

I absolutely cannot believe we will soon be a family of four. Can't wait to see what our newest little addition will be. In the meantime, I must keep myself extra busy to calm these nerves.

Friday, September 18, 2009



And, I'm done for the day.

Ya'll have a great weekend, ya hear?

Thursday, September 17, 2009

It's Dada City Around the Lashley House

In honor of her first, and now frequently said "dada", a favorite picture of my two goobers. 




Hey Chloe? 

Who's your favorite? Mama or Dada.

Dada.

That's what I thought.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


Does anyone else see the attitude in this photo? At first glance you might be inclined to think, "Well, she just looks a little surprised." Nope. Wrong inclination. This was her face after I snapped a few unsuccessful shots. This was her stop taking my doggone picture face. A face that I'm sure will be repeated several times throughout her lifetime. 

How can such a little, 6-month old being have more attitude in her pinky than I have in my whole being. Okay, maybe that's a bit dramatic. She might, I repeat might have gotten that attitude from me. I just know that this little girl will give me a run for my money in the years, months, weeks, and days ahead. My mom says Chloe's personality reminds her of my sister's personality. I should be afraid, very afraid. Just kidding, MaKenna.

One more thing I want you to check out. That hair. Is it just me or does that have a reddish tone? Okay, maybe I'm stretching. Maybe it's the lighting. Or maybe, just maybe, she might look a little like me after all. 

Ah, who are we kidding, she's still the spitting image of her dad

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Confessional Tuesday

Confession No. 4: Reality Bites

I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but here it goes:

I love reality TV. 

You name it, I probably watch it. Shows with a contest I think are my favorite. Fashion, food, modeling, finding "the love of your life", losing weight, surviving, finding your way around the world...I've probably seen them all. Your show is a show of attrition? I'll watch it.

I also love all of the other shows too. You know, "unscripted" shows about other peoples' lives. Celebrities or real people doing extraordinary things. Love those too.

So what am I most embarrassed of watching? The Real Housewives of Any City. I can't get enough. The excessiveness, the wig pulling, the fighting, the indulgence. Why am I watching this senseless trash? I can't help it. I have to watch the car crash. 

Out of all of the shameful things I've put on my blog, I am sad to say that I don't want my mom to read this post. She hates reality TV. She's a good woman. So mom, I'm apologizing now. Please don't disown me. I'll try and change my ways. Not today, but maybe someday in the future.

But I have to go, time to watch the Rachel Z0e Pr0ject. It won't ever end, will it?

Monday, September 14, 2009

18 Weeks. People of Cleveland, Fear Not

I'm 18 weeks pregnant today. It is so hard to believe because it is going by so fast. No belly picture today. No need. Just imagine my 16 week picture with expanding hips, rear, thighs, belly; you get the picture.

So why write about this 18th week? Because I believe it to be a blessed week. 

Here's why. For the past week, I have not puked. Don't get too excited. I know, I know, it's great news! I have had the worst luck/sickness/punishment from God during this pregnancy. And much like the previous pregnancy, it took forever for the nausea to go away. I feel sorry for anyone who has been around me in public, because it's where the nausea hits. My favorite place to puke? Parking lots. I've puked in almost every parking lot of the places I frequent...Trader Joe's, YMCA, etc. People watch in horror as I lean over the pavement, stroller in one hand, hair held back in the other, showing my glory to the world. What makes it worse is that it does not stop me. I don't turn around and go home. I pass GO and continue shopping, working out, etc. People are horrified to say the least. 

So, to the citizens of this city...come out, come out wherever you are. --Come out of hiding. Go about your life. The Puking Bandit is no longer on the loose, defiling parking lots. Hallelujah!!! I can hear cheering in the streets now.
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On a much lighter and more pleasant note. Swimming lessons is a hit. Chloe loves it. I mean LOVES it! She goes crazy in the water. Splashing and laughing and squealing with delight. It is absolutely precious. 

I love swimming lessons because she's learning about the water. I don't ever want her to be afraid. Well, maybe that's my second favorite thing. My first favorite thing is what happens after the lessons...

She is so tired. And starving, I might add.


So, so tired.


Tired and happy.


A full and long night of sleep will follow. Thank you, swimming lessons.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Just, Whatever.

From time to time, I let Jason pick out Chloe's outfit for the day. And not because I'm busy, or I need the help, but because I get a kick out of what he puts her in. He goes into her closet and looks like a lost little puppy. No idea what goes with what, what is seasonably appropriate...you get the idea.

So earlier this morning...

Me: Will you get Chloe dressed?
Jason: What do you want me to put her in?
Me: Oh you know, just whatever.

Chloe was not pleased with my response.

He heads into the dreaded closet and starts rummaging through her summer dresses that are far too small and seasonably inappropriate. And yes, I need to box those babies up, but emotionally I'm having problems doing it. And yes, I realize that she is growing up and I must move on from the teeny tiny clothing. But I can't right now. And yes, I realize that I have problems, thank you very much.

Me: Umm...maybe not a dress.

Pink sweater. Great decision. Perfect decision! Better than what I would've chosen. That will be perfect for today.

Jason: But it is gameday.
So he reaches for her OU shirt.

Chloe: Gameday, schmameday.
My reaction, exactly.

Sorry, Chloe. Don't look so horrified. You'll be fully clothed and that's all that matters.

Jason is very pleased with his decision. Chloe is still a little unsure.
Me: That's great, but she will need to wear pants.

He comes back with these.

The finished product. 

Pretty nice outfit if you ask me. Chloe will just have to deal. 

I am totally entertained on this Saturday morning.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

6 Months



I can't believe this girl is 6 months old. I just assumed that she'd always be a little baby. Well, if she isn't going to stay a baby, I at least hope those rolls stick around for awhile. I just love those rolls.

Chloe had her 6 month appointment yesterday, and she weighs 17 lbs, 4 1/2 oz, and she is 24.75 inches long. She rolls and scoots all over the place, and she gets up on all fours and rocks back and forth. I feel like at any second she is going to take off. And then my life will officially be over.

She is just about the sweetest thing. Determined and strong, but oh, so sweet. And funny. Did I tell you how funny she is? She makes us laugh all the time.

I could go on and on, but I won't. I'll stop now. I do have a little bit of restraint left in me.

Love you, little girl. Happy 6 months. 

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Confessional Tuesday

Confession No. 3: Workin' It

I am a full-time, stay-at-home mom. There. I said it. I've finally admitted it to myself, and now I'm admitting it to you, too. 

Before I go on, I must say this. I respect all moms who do their best for their children. Stay-at-home, has to work, wants to work, full-time help, no help, single moms, you name it, I applaud you all. It's a hard job for everyone. There is no right or wrong way.

This is merely my story.

I never thought I would be a full-time mom. I've actually never had the maternal urge to have babies. Yes, I've thought, "Well we've been married for a few years, I'm approaching 30, it would be nice to be a somewhat young parent, etc." You know, the logistics. Never have I thought, "I want to have a cute, little baby to squeeze, and hold, and love, etc." None of that. Ever. Not once. I've tried to force myself to think that way, but I never have. I may have that urge in the future. Maybe in like 10 years from now when I forget the madness of having a baby, and the madness that will ensue with two babies, I'll have that urge; but until that day I hold true to my previous statement.

I kind of stumbled across staying home with Chloe. Jason and I are only in Cleveland for a year, and it just made sense to us. It seemed like the right choice. I had a really hard time at first. Creating my own routine was hard. Knowing what to do all day was hard. Lack of adult conversation was hard. Everything about it was a complete change from everything I'd known in my life. I've had a job since I was sixteen, and this was so different.

But now that I've settled into it, created that routine and have a plan for each day, I really love it. I wouldn't give anything for the time I've spent with Chloe. She is so precious and I've been fortunate enough to be there for almost every moment. 

In terms of difficulty, this is the hardest job I've ever had. It is relentless. Long days, sometimes even longer nights. No breaks. No Labor Day. Day-in, day-out. That's the requirement. 

This will all change once we move back to Oklahoma. If things go as planned (which they normally do, right?) then I will return back to work. Doing what? No idea. But that's another confession for another day. I will once again be a working mom. I'm already dreading the day I have to leave my children with a caregiver. My heart's already aching. 

So until that day, I will enjoy every moment of where I am. I will have trouble finding time to shower, and I will probably wear my hair in a ponytail five days out of the week. But I will also spend each moment loving, teaching, and raising my precious daughter. I will hold her tight and love her more, knowing that these moments are fleeting. 



I can definitely and honestly say, this is the best, most unexpected job I've ever had.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Gums-a-blazin'

Just when I thought I couldn't be any crazier about this girl, she does something new. Her smile has always been big, but it just got bigger. About a week ago, she was playing on the floor and I caught her looking up at the ceiling and smiling this smile:

Chin towards the ceiling. Eyes disappearing. Dimples blaring. Gums-a-blazin'.

I started laughing and making a big deal out of it because it was so cute. She immediately stared at me, frowned, and started crying. My reaction scared the poor girl. After the trauma (originally wrote traumatization. Not a word. Totally not a word.) wore off, she began smiling her "big girl smile" from time to time. Now it's a staple for her. We can even say "Chloe, where's your big girl smile?" And she does this:

Big girl smile with mom. I think I see where she gets the disappearing eyes from. Also, I absolutely hate my camera. It won't let me take a picture with the least bit of movement. They always turn out blurry. If anyone wants to send me a Nikon Digital SLR, I'll totally let you.

Mid-meltdown. Hey Chloe, where's your big girl smile?

There it is. Someone's hamming it up for the camera. I'm in trouble. Big trouble.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Confessional Tuesday

Confession No. 2: I am the biological mother of M1chael Jackson's children.

I'm sorry. I just had to.

Confession No. 2: Saturday Night.

I have to confess that I'm excited for Saturday night. Not because I have big plans or a hot date, but because I get to wear this t-shirt:

Football season is here again. And I have to admit that I'm excited. Not because I love football, but because I love everything that accompanies it. Grilling out. Cooking all day. Eating all day. Cool weather. Jeans. Boots. OU t-shirts. 

Why is this a confession? Because this is something that I really haven't enjoyed for most of my life. I love sports. Playing them that is. While growing up, my family watched sports, went to OU football and basketball games, but it was never something that we became emotionally invested in. We enjoyed it for what it was and moved on.

Then I married into the Lashley family. Talk about an awakening. These people love their OU football. They love pacing. They love yelling. All I can say is that they are highly invested in each football season.

For the first couple years of our marriage, I hated everything that had to do with football. However, slowly but surely, I started enjoying it. Well kind of. I still don't understand the rules of the game, and I may end up in the corner reading fashion magazines, but I love what it represents. 

I've even started to enjoy watching "College Football Live" on the weekends. Even if I only watch it for Kirk Herbstreit. I'm telling you ladies, he is easy on the eyes. 

So here is to the new season. May it be a good one. I must go load up on magazines now.