Friday, January 25, 2013

Explanation.

The previous post is part of a presentation that Jason is doing this afternoon. So feel free to skip it. Not that anyone besides my mom looks at my blog anymore...but just in case you accidentally hop onto this page, I hope you can excuse the cheesiness below!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

My Cowboys.

Today was the girls' second Western Day at Sonshine School...and the second year they insisted I call them cowboys and not cowgirls. 

Love that.


Little do my cowboys know that I bought these outfits for them an hour-and-a-half before Sonshine School this morning at Walmart; washed and dried; and thanked God above that I did not forget Western Day.

One day they will know these things about me:

1.) What a bad memory I have.
2.) How cheap I truly am. And, 
3.) How I almost ruined Western Day 2013.

But today I'm the mom who surprised them with new cowboy boots and cowboy hats.

And they think I'm pretty awesome.

They'll soon find out otherwise.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

One of the many reasons God gave me my oldest.

Because unbeknownst to me, while I was cooking dinner...

 Chloe started the girls' bath, turned down their beds and picked out their pajamas.

She wasn't even asked to do so.

This is why she is my oldest.


And why she'll be in charge of the 3 AM feeding.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

A Very Blurry 38 Weeks.


You know it's your third when this is the best belly shot you can get.

 All I can say is I tried....not very hard...but I tried.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Fully Committed.

This morning while I was getting dressed, I overheard Chloe "turn" Stella into a puppy dog. After I fixed their breakfast and put it on the kitchen table, I came back a few minutes later to find Chloe eating her breakfast...

And Stella, well...she was eating her cereal on the floor.

This girl sure does know how to commit to her role. 

And Chloe has never looked more smug. I can't blame her. That was a pretty good one to pull on your sister, if you ask me.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Big Sister Class.

In preparation for the boy's arrival, Chloe took a big sibling class at the hospital on Monday. Stella missed the age cutoff by a month and the hospital would. not. budge.

Chloe was so excited about our little date night that she chased me around the house all day Monday yelling,

"Mom!!! Don't leave without me!!!!!"

During her class she learned all about the hospital and all about a new baby.

She practiced changing diapers and swaddling.

She is a pro at swaddling and I think she might love it as much as I do. A girl after my own heart.

And then I took her to Walgreens to eat dinner. It was actually Coolgreens, but I couldn't convince her that was the name of the restaraunt. I took her picture and she posed like this...

And this...


She is a little ham. But she is my girl and I suspect she is going to be a big help once her little brother gets here. Love her so much!


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

When you name is Chloe. Permanent marker is your medium. And you feel the need to express yourself.


The markings go up the front of her arm and hand too.

Not to be outdone by her sister, while Chloe was getting her artistic mojo on, Stella was simultaneously standing on the bathroom counter smearing handsoap all over the mirror.

Safety first at the Lashley house.

The girls are taking full advantage of their mom while she is still not feeling 100%.

Well played, Chloe and Stella. Well played.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Everything In Between.

Life around the holidays is so busy. Every year I always wonder how it will be pulled off. I tend to procrastinate up until the very last minute...get everything finished up....and then think that it wasn't so bad after all and that in the next year I will not procrastinate. In spite of all of the anxiety that goes along with the holidays, I always end up having a great time. Nothing beats spending time with your family...and we were lucky enough to have both of our families come to our house which made my 35-week pregnant heart so happy. I got to sleep in my bed every night. Such a relief.

After the holidays were over, life was to resume and I was going to begin getting ready for the baby. 

Then I hurt my back. I couldn't stand up straight.

Then Chloe got the flu.

Then I got the flu.

Then Stella got the flu.

Jason took tamiflu and cared for all of us. 

And two weeks later, the girls are great and I'm still a little sick of course.

Now I'm full-term at 37 weeks.

Baby clothes still need to be washed and the crib is in the garage somewhere.

In the middle of the deliriousness that accompanies the flu, my Grandpa Whitehead was put on hospice care. Needless to say it was a very emotional time and this past Wednesday he passed away. His service was on Saturday and it was so beautiful. To say that he was a great man doesn't even begin to scrape the surface of his life and how much he meant to everyone in it. 

After his service, Jason and I were talking about memories of my Grandpa and the thought hit me,

"That was it. That was his life."

And I do not mean that to sound trite. He lived more life than most could squeeze into three lives, but the finality of life really hit me. Births are significant. Death is significant. But it's everything in between that matters.

When I think about the struggle the past weeks have been and other struggles in my life, I think about the grand scheme of things and I can't help but feel really blessed. Knowing that this time in my life will be nothing but a memory and a story, adds a lot of perspective. Knowing that I will look back one day and laugh and smile about the time before my baby boy was born, brings me a lot of peace and comfort. So what if we're sick? So what if the house is a mess? So what if heaven forbid he is born without his coming home outfit washed?

This is the stuff that matters. These are the times that will be fondly remembered.

This is the good stuff.

It's the everything in between.

Grandma and Grandpa Whitehead.