tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260760252024-03-12T23:53:38.526-05:00baby makes fourScott+Krista+Sienna+SylviaKristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-67528885823439346742012-07-15T16:46:00.001-05:002012-07-15T16:50:37.273-05:00Sylvia Loren<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are so excited to announce the arrival of Sylvia Loren Williams! She made her entrance on Monday, July 9 at 1:05 AM. She weighed 8 pounds and 1 ounce, and she measured 19.5 inches. We were surprised to see such a "big" baby, after her big sister only weighed 6 pounds and 11 ounces -- and was 13 days overdue!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We feel so incredibly blessed to have another baby girl join our family. She is a gift from God! We feel so undeserving to have her and humbled to be her parents. It feels surreal that she is here and we are now a family of four.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's Sylvie's story...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We went to church Sunday morning. During the sermon, I noticed I was having contractions every 10 minutes or so. They weren't painful and only lasted 30 seconds or so. (I laid my iPhone on my belly while timing them - perfect little shelf!) I figured they were just more braxton hicks contractions; I'd been having them for many weeks. We went to lunch with the Miller family, and I didn't even notice the contractions. We came home after lunch, and I tried to lay down for a nap. I tossed and turned about 2 hours; I just couldn't get settled. Every time I'd about fall asleep, my back or belly would hurt. Looking back, I bet the contractions must have been ramping up, but I just chalked it up to being uncomfortable trying to sleep for the past week. So, I got out of bed about 4:30 PM and went outside to sit on the porch with my mom. I noticed the contractions were coming a bit more regularly, but they still didn't hurt. At this time, I was still thinking they were braxton hicks contractions, but I decided to time them "just for fun". They were about 30 seconds long, and about 3 - 5 minutes apart. They still didn't hurt. Sienna and Scott played
with the sidewalk chalk outside, while I kept an eye on the contractions.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Around 5:30, we ordered
pizza and went inside to watch Pippi Longstocking with Sienna. During the
movie, the contractions started picking up intensity but never really got much
longer than 45 seconds. Towards the end of the movie, around 7:00, the
contractions started getting painful. I think it was then that I finally
realized, "this is it!" The time between 7:00 and 8:45 flew.
I called the on-call doctor around 7:00, and our convo goes something
like this...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me: "The
contractions are coming about a minute and a half apart, but they're not quite
a minute long." (I was told to wait until they were a minute long before
going to the hospital.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Doctor: "Is
this your first baby?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me: "No,
second."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Doctor: "Oh!
Well, you need to go straight to labor and delivery. I will meet
you there!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The contractions seemed to
ramp up in a matter of 30 minutes... going from tolerable to, "oh my gosh,
I have to stop and rest against the door and focus on getting through this
one". Scott and I were scrambling to get our hospital bags packed
and convey to Sienna what was going on -- without scaring her. :)
At 8:45, we hopped in the car, and Scott floored it all the way to the
hospital. We got checked in around 9:00, and I was in some serious pain.
I felt contractions with Sienna, but they were never this intense.
They were coming about every 30 to 45 seconds, and they were monsters.
The pain was so high that I was shaking involuntarily. The nurse
checked me, and I was dilated to a 7. I started panicking about getting
an epidural... I know they don't work once your labor progresses too far.
In fact, my direct quote to the nurse was, "I need an epidural -
STAT!" (I later apologized for that statement.) They got my IV
in quickly, so they could draw the blood needed before I could be cleared for
an epidural. The nurses were working quickly, but every contraction kept
mounting. I finally got the green light for the epidural, and I was at an
8. The doctor wasn't sure it would take. I said a prayer that it
would. Let's just say that sitting still for an epidural while your body
is convulsing through contraction after contraction is not a pleasant
experience. I was griping Scott's shoulder and hand, while my sweet
mother-in-law prayed for me. The anesthesiologist was the same one that
gave me my epidural with Sienna, and she did a great job. She kept dosing
me up with meds to make the epidural work, and about 20 minutes later the
contractions pains started subsiding. Epidurals are AMAZING! Thank
you Jesus for modern medicine! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was a 9 after the epidural was in, and
it was about 10:15. My labor started to slow down, and I was actually
able to talk with all the parents in our room for about 30 - 45 minutes.
Then, Scott and I got about 30 minutes to ourselves while we waited for
the nursing staff and doctor. I sang to Sylvia. There's a Steven Curtis
Chapman song called "Spring is Coming" that I've really connected
with at the end of my pregnancy with Sylv. I felt like God was whispering
His promise to me about the blessing he was about to bestow upon our family
with little Sylvie. I substituted the word "spring" for
"Sylvie". I encourage you to check out the song! I felt
so peaceful and ready to meet her. All my anxiety around her birth faded,
and I just felt an incredible calm. An out-of-body moment of serenity
that carried throughout her entire delivery. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Around midnight, I was fully
dilated, so the nurse came in to get me prepped. (Her name was Peggy, and
she was a rockstar. She's been a nurse for over 45 years!) We
pushed for about 20 minutes, and then the doctor came in. I pushed again
for another 15 or 20 minutes, and Sylvia was born! It was just surreal.
They suctioned her nose and mouth, and she started crying. She was
beautiful. I asked if she looked okay, and the nurses and doctor said she
looked perfect. I honestly just couldn't believe she was here. It
all happened so fast, and it was just a perfect, beautiful experience. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Scott and I took some time
together with her, and then all the parents came in to meet her. They all
left around 2:30 AM. The nurses kept coming into check Sylvia and my
vitals, and then she got her first 'bath' around 3:30 AM. So at 4 AM, we
sent her to the nursery, so we could rest. Neither one of us really slept
-- were were just too keyed up and excited that she was here! My
adrenaline was pumping, and I just kept replaying all the events in my mind.
We went from eating pizza to having a baby, all in about 4 hours!
Craziness! And so different than how Sienna arrived. Yet, so
perfect. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Welcome to this world, miss Sylvia. We're so excited you are here.</span></div>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-86456086849670056662012-04-13T09:09:00.000-05:002012-05-10T00:14:13.714-05:00About this timeThe baby I miscarried would have been born about this time. My due date was around Easter, so I bet she would have been making her debut soon. The days leading up to Easter were tough for me. At times when I least expected it, I would feel sadness and an overwhelming aching for our baby. Tears were shed. Lots of moments were spent in prayer. Even though sweet Sylvie is in my belly, the loss of a child is still a loss.<br />
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Our miscarriage journey has been vast. It's changed my soul and the very fiber of my being in more {good} ways that I could have ever imagined. But, you know, change is difficult. The result of the change and refinement of my spirit has been so, so sweet. God has given me so many opportunities to rest in Him and experience His grace and peace versus trying to navigate this journey on my own. It's ironic; I feel like one of my personality traits that puts distance between myself and God is my need for control. My entire Christian life, I've wrestled to fully give control of my life over to God. So while I would have never chosen to go through this experience, God saw fit to work through this experience to help me surrender control to Him. Not that I believe God purposely intended me to miscarry. He knew it would happen, but my God is not a God of malicious-intent. Our bodies are susceptible to disease and imperfection. I believe these challenges are an opportunity for God to bless us and to bless others.</div>
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I journaled immensely in the days and weeks after our miscarriage. Below are a few excerpts. Again, I share these thoughts with you to encourage anyone else going through a loss or difficult time in their lives. I share these with you so that you, my friends and family, might know the amazing work God has conducted in my heart and spirit.</div>
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<i>"It's the morning after our miscarriage. I feel like I'm living someone else's nightmare. I wonder why, God, you allowed this in our lives. But then I think harder, and I really wonder how you are going to use this to glorify you in our lives. So many raw emotions running through my body. What I most want to capture is the dream I had last night when I knew for sure I'd lost our little one. </i><br />
<i>The scene of the dream was an outdoor arena in a Spanish-speaking country. I was a spectator in the crowd. Strangely, there was a young girl (maybe late teens or early 20's) with wavy, light brown hair packing moving boxes and trying to leave the arena/stadium. Weird. Anyway, in order for her to leave, she had to be granted permission. She was seeking out a specific man to give her that permission. She literally ran right into him while carrying a couple of the boxes. As she jostled the boxes after bumping into him, he steadied her arm and asked if he could help her. She instantly recognized him as the man to give her permission to leave, and she asked for his signature on her boxes so she could leave. He asked her name; she responded, 'Mia.' As he signed her moving boxes, he looked straight in her eyes and said, "Mia, I will always be here for you." She smiled and got up to leave. She looked back towards the arena from the open doorway, and mouthed the words "lo siento" to me. (Translated, that means "I'm sorry.") She walked out. </i><br />
<i>I woke up immediately from my dream thinking God wanted us to name our next daughter Mia. Then my brain started soaking it in. This was a dream straight from God about our baby we'd just lost. Mia in Spanish means "mine". God knew baby Mia was going to be with Him instead of us, before she was even conceived. God wanted me to know she was okay and protected. And sweet Mia knew it would break my heart to lose her, hence the "I'm sorry." Absolutely surreal, but so wonderful."</i><br />
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<i>"So it’s day 5 of our miscarriage. Reality has set in. The anger has subsided; fear and sadness threaten to consume my heart. It would be so easy to succumb to the fear, to the pain, to the deep sadness. And at moments in the day, I definitely do. I wallow in the pain. I wipe tears away at work. I curl in a ball on the couch while Sienna plays and try to hide my tears. I hope Scott knows that I am not going to be like this forever; his wife will come back someday. God, I think you are okay with this sadness. You’ve given me this experience, and you know the desire of my heart is to see how YOU can be glorified through this experience. So the moments where the pain becomes too intense, I think You are okay with me just breathing in the pain for a while.</i><br />
<i>2 Corinthians 12:8 & 10 – “My grace is sufficient for you for my power is made perfect in weakness.” “…For when you are weak, I am strong.”</i></div>
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<i>Thoughts of anxiety and fear I want to hand over to you… help me banish them from my thoughts as soon as they enter my brain…. </i></div>
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<i>Sweet baby, I miss you. My mind tells me that it’s awesome that all you will ever know is heaven, but my heart aches to hold you. To tell you I love you. To tell you everything is going to be okay. But that’s not the plan God had for your life, so our reunion will have to wait for a while longer. The tears I shed are just my way of missing you on earth, but please know my heart is happy you are with God.</i></div>
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<i>God, show me Your glory."</i></div>
</div>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-42742571170127882812012-04-10T18:01:00.000-05:002012-04-10T18:01:00.869-05:00Name!Since a couple friends have guessed her name via text, and Stacy guessed it on the blog.... (BTW - Stacy, how are you?! I don't think I've talked to you in 5+ years! How random!)<br />
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Her name will be....<br />
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Sylvia Loren Williams! We will probably call her Sylvie most of the time. We are super excited to meet her. I went to the doctor for a normal check-up, and her little heartbeat sounds great. We'll have another sonogram in 3 weeks to check up on her and the cysts, but we expect everything to be normal. My doctor just wants to be cautious.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Although I don't expect to, I retain the right to change her name at any point in time that my crazy pregnancy hormones dictate. :)</span>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-27830832219665018422012-04-08T20:31:00.001-05:002012-04-08T20:31:30.461-05:00Another hintOkay, Sara got the middle name; she is going to be named after her Pops! Getting closer on the first name. Sara got the last letter.<br />
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Loren<br />
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Another hint on her first name... It has roots in Italy, like Sienna's name. (Not the reason we chose the name, however. Just a nice connection!) It's not a city name, and you'll have to know your history of Rome.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-53881390074146140022012-04-07T14:45:00.002-05:002012-04-07T14:45:34.734-05:00Name hintss _ _ _ _ _<br />
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<br />Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-32403001927225948512012-04-04T22:22:00.001-05:002012-04-06T00:12:23.449-05:0026 weeksI am 26 weeks today, which means I've only got about 14 to go until we meet her! (Okay, or nearly 16 weeks, if I'm as overdue as I was with Sienna. I'm thinking that can't happen again, right?!) <br />
I can't believe it's already April, and she'll be here in 3 months. She is probably about 14" long and 1.5 lbs. right now. This pregnancy has gone MUCH faster than my pregnancy with Sienna. I am trying to soak it all in... could be the last time!<br />
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We are 99% sure we've landed on her name, so just taking a little more time to "try it on", per se, before we're ready to spill the beans. Below are the number of letters in her first name & middle name:<br />
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At 26 weeks with Sienna, we had the furniture all in her room and the bedding on order. This time around, we have our house on the market, Sienna is still sleeping in the crib, and we have no idea which house we'll be in when baby girl arrives. Nothing like a little adventure to keep us on our toes. :) Our house has been shown every day since we listed it, so we're hoping & praying for a quick sale. We got a contingent offer today, but turned it down. We're having a difficult time finding a house we want to buy in the area we like, so we may have to reconsider our search area if we get a 'real' offer soon. Keep your fingers crossed for us!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-90103826920281551062012-03-28T10:28:00.000-05:002012-03-28T10:32:23.793-05:00He cares about the small thingsSienna has been having a tough time with bedtime lately. She been stalling and throwing fits when it's time to stop playing and go to bed. Sometimes it can be over an hour by the time we start bedtime to the time she is actually in bed. (Never mind the additional time it takes for us to go back in and adjust her pillow, give her 'one last kiss', turn the light off, etc.) We've tried reverting back to crying it out, but that just doesn't seem like the right strategy for her and her age. We know her actions are a a chosen behavior, not something she needs to re-learn. Plus, she really only seems to throw a fit when I put her to bed, not Scott. Lucky me! <br />
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Anyhow, let me get to the point. Last night I was putting her to bed, and she started throwing a fit in bed again. I had a LONG day at work, it was late, and I knew Sienna was exhausted, too. I knew my patience level was extremely low, and I had the feeling I was about to lose it, which I knew wasn't fair to Sienna. So, I said a quick little prayer and asked God to help me. Tell me what to do. I heard, 'tell her the story about Jonah and the Whale.' Seemed like an idea out of left field. She'd never heard the story, and she normally likes me to tell her one of her favorite stories at bedtime. So, I asked her if she wanted to hear the story, and she nodded her head and instantly calmed down. She listened intently as I told the story a few times - no tears. Then I gave her a kiss, and she said, "I love you, mommy". I walked out of the room, and didn't hear another peep from her. </div>
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Last night was truly a moment when God showed me His power and showed me I can lean on Him for even the small things in my life. I wanted to blog about this moment, mostly for my own benefit. I struggle with wanting to 'do things myself'', and I want to be able to reflect upon this specific instance. I hope it inspires some of you fellow type-A readers, as well. :)</div>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-13359193742105703232012-03-17T14:29:00.003-05:002012-03-17T14:29:48.016-05:00Name suggestions needed!I am about 24 weeks pregnant and feeling good. This little girl seems to be pretty similar in-utero as her big sis. She's not much of a mover, and she is lying diagonally across my belly. To quote my doctor, "you have a lopsided baby!" She's about the size of an ear of corn, and she weighs over 1 pound by now. Scott's been able to feel her move for a few weeks now, which has been fun. When I read books with Sienna before bedtime, she likes to snuggle up next to me and rest her hand on 'little sister'. It's pretty stinkin' cute. I am so excited for these girls to have each other as sisters! I know we're in for lots of emotional times around our household in the future, but I also know the sweet, sweet blessing of a sister can outweigh all those trying times.<br />
So, we've been brainstorming names for our second girlie, and I thought I'd see if any of you have suggestions! Here are some things we're looking for in a first name... uncommon but not too weird, not made-up sounding, similar feeling/genre as Sienna, and something that works with our last name. We have a few contenders, but we're open to other ideas! We will be sharing the name once we decide!<br />
<br />Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-53043270219817021112012-03-04T22:56:00.000-06:002012-03-04T23:01:54.733-06:00Potty PartySince Thursday, we've been having a potty party at our house. Sienna woke up on Thursday morning, and she said, 'I'm ready for my potty party!" We'd been talking up the idea of saying goodbye to her diapers and using the big girl potty all the time, and I guess she just knew Thursday was the day! So, we rounded up all the treats in our house, set them out on display for motivation, and started potty training. She did great! The first day, I had to remind her to use the potty. She tinkled a few times in her underwear, but would stop herself and finish in the potty - awesome! She didn't like feeling wet. She would get upset/embarrassed and whine, "Mommy, I need my diaper." I'd just have to give her a hug, some encouragement, a dry pair of princess panties, and we were on our way! The second day after she woke up from her nap, something just clicked for her. She started going to the potty all on her own; we didn't even have to ask/remind her. She'd just stop what she was doing, announce (sometimes) she needed to pee/poop, and off she'd go! She is definitely going to kill me later for sharing this, but.... The cutest part is when she needs to poop, she generally will go upstairs and tell us to stay downstairs until she calls for us. A girl's gotta have her privacy, right?! Love it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So happy to start the potty party!! Her favorite treats are<br />
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So, she's totally potty trained, except for nighttime. Even when she naps, she's figured out she needs to hold it until Scott or I can get her out of bed. So, so, proud of our little girlie!! Just in time for her 2 and a half birthday today! Way to go, Sienna!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-21816611500327195852012-03-01T00:27:00.000-06:002012-03-01T00:27:03.147-06:00Choroid Plexus CystsThis blog is to update about our family and to speak candidly, when appropriate, about our life journey. I also want this to be a place where friends, family & passersby can find helpful information about the wonderful, up & down journey of being a parent. We've had yet another one of those up & down moments.<br />
At our ultrasound the morning before Valentine's Day, we heard the ultrasound technician say the phrase that makes you stop breathing. "Well, there is something I am going to need to report to the doctor." She went on to tell us that our baby had bilateral choroid plexus cysts on her brain. (Scott and I wondered if something was wrong because she looked multiple times, for extended periods of time, at the baby's brain.) After telling us about the cysts, the technician quickly said that most of the time these mean nothing, unless another abnormality is found on the ultrasound, which we did not have. She said our doctor would give us more detail but not to worry. <br />
I remember laying on the exam table and staring wide-eyed at Scott across the room wondering if his heart was pounding as hard as mine. "Your baby has two cysts on her brain, but don't worry." Yeah, right. I felt in a fog the rest of the ultrasound. We were supposed to meet with our doctor right after the ultrasound, but she was running late because of the morning snow fall. So, Scott and I went down to the cafe to wait, and we both just didn't know what to say. The card containing the news of whether we were having a boy or girl was laid to the side, and we just held hands across the table in the cafe. I didn't cry. I just didn't know what to think. After awhile, I pulled out my iPhone and googled the diagnosis. (I knew I shouldn't, but I just couldn't stop myself.) Immediately, I read choroid plexus cysts are a 'soft marker' for Trisomy 18, which is a very serious chromosomal abnormality. However, most babies with this condition also had other obvious developmental challenges seen on ultrasound. We got a call on my cell phone that our doctor had been pulled into emergency surgery, so we couldn't see her until later that day. So, we walked numbly to our cars and tried to piece together our emotions. The excitement of the day was gone. In its place was uneasiness. Somehow I had a feeling this ultrasound was going to have a hiccup, but actually experiencing it was so different. I sat down in my car and just started shaking.... not from the cold, mostly from the nerves and anxiety. Somehow I drove to work and got through the afternoon before heading back to the doctor's office later that day. When I finally got to meet with my doctor, she told me she was not concerned about the cysts, and they mean nothing in isolation. They are just a normal part of development. About 1% of babies are seen with these at the 18 - 20 week ultrasound. I went home, feeling better, but still feeling unsettled. My doctor graciously scheduled a level 2 ultrasound to reassure me and to get a second set of eyes on our baby girl. Today was that ultrasound.<br />
A lot of praying and soul searching happened in the 2+ weeks between those ultrasounds. After the first day of initial anxiety and fear, I felt a current of peace in my soul amidst the unknown. A sense that our baby girl was in fact 'normal', regardless of her physical condition. She was just as God intended, and we would need to adjust to help her grow & develop... just like every parent does for their child. A fellow blogger encouraged me that God equips all of us to deal with whatever our children bring to the table... no matter what the physical or emotional condition. I truly believe this. I've seen this happen in our own lives with Sienna. Was she what I expected and how I anticipated? Definitely not. But did God get me through and is my life richer for the experience? Definitely yes. So yet again, God used our children as another way for us to trust Him. And it felt good to rest in His arms. The situation was still scary and unsettling, but it didn't feel so lonely & hopeless.<br />
Fast forward to the level 2 ultrasound today; we got great news. The cysts have fully resolved themselves, and our baby girl looks healthy and beautiful. She is developing just as expected. She was covering her face with her hands, and it was so cute to see her tiny little fingers. I can't wait to have her tiny fingers curled around my finger.<br />
What a blessing a child is. What a blessing. Baby girl, you are dearly loved and much anticipated. I love how God has used the journey of your arrival in our lives.<br />
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<br />Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-16879433774141360022012-02-21T22:28:00.002-06:002012-02-21T22:28:30.633-06:00Exciting!There was a lot of anxiousness and excitement going around our household this Valentine's Day. First, Sienna was absolutely THRILLED that she got to have extra sugary treats and a Valentine's Day party. I think her favorite Valentine's treat was from Scott. He gave her a Little Mermaid valentine that had a pink sucker attached; you would've thought she won the lottery! She danced around and around with that sucker in her mouth and couldn't have been happier. Precious!<br />
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Pops and Grandma took Sienna out for a Valentine's date, so Scott and I could enjoy dinner together at PotPie. We had an exciting moment at dinner - we found out if we were welcoming a new son or new daughter into our family! The previous day, we had an ultrasound to check on the little life growing in my belly. Like with Sienna, we had the ultrasound technician write down the baby's gender in a card. With Sienna, the card was for Scott's birthday. So this time around, the card was a Valentine's Day card to him from both his kiddos.<br />
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Sienna is going to have a little sister!!! We couldn't be more excited!!! We both thought we were having a boy, but we were thrilled to find out we are adding another little girl to our family. Secretly, I was pulling for a girl. I wanted Sienna to have a sister!<br />
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When we came home from dinner, we asked Sienna to guess if she was going to have a baby brother or a baby sister. Her response? "A baby booty shake!" She proceeded to dance around shaking her little bum in her footie pajamas. (I am starting to see how our encouraging the booty shake might backfire in so many ways... ha!) When we told her she was going to have a baby sister, she started screaming with excitement and running around the room. So darn cute! She is going to be a great big sis. Bossy for sure. But great!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-31466993065288236132012-02-03T16:11:00.000-06:002012-02-06T23:17:48.596-06:00The real reason I haven't blogged lately...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are expecting another baby in July! I am 17 weeks and change, so we'll find out if we are having a boy or girl in about a week and a half. I'm feeling good - no real nausea or extreme tiredness. I feel pretty similar to when I was pregnant with Sienna, just craving more salty foods now vs. sweet foods when I was pregnant with her. We think we're having a boy, but I had a dream that we had a girl. We'll know on February 13!</div>
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Sienna wore this shirt at Christmas time to tell our families. She was not too sure about putting it on each time because she's fiercely independent & doesn't want to do anything that she is not 100% about. Okay, okay... The real reason was after her first time wearing it, she knew the shirt caused lots of excited shrieking & yelling that she wanted to avoid! She understands there is a baby in my belly, but I know she doesn't quite grasp what that is going to mean to life around our house this summer. (Heck, even I don't really know what that change is going to look like for us!) Favorite quotes from Sienna about the baby:</div>
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Scott and I are very excited about this baby, but our excitement is a bit reserved after we miscarried in August of last year. Getting pregnant with Sienna was so easy, but getting pregnant with this baby has been a journey. A good journey. A journey that has left us less innocent but more awe-inspired by the miracle of life. When I have more time and emotional capacity, I do plan to share more about that journey. </div>
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We've had two sonograms and several check-ups. The baby seems perfectly healthy. I'm guessing that I won't sleep much before our next sonogram on February 13. In fact, I may not completely breathe easy until our sweet baby is in our arms. So in the meantime, we're enjoying this journey, trusting God, and soaking up the last moments as our family of three.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom & I continued our annual tradition of baking sugar cookies.<br />This was the first year Sienna really helped. She liked cutting out the dough,<br />but mostly liked eating the icing and sprinkles.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So much fun!<br />(Don't you love the necklace Sienna insisted I wear all day?!?)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loving the sprinkles</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nothing says happiness like a blue sprinkle mouth</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the Plaza for our annual family holiday dinner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She wanted to take all the pictures by the penguins (background)<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Celebrating Gramma's birthday</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are the cookies & milk she left for Santa -<br />pretend/play food from her kitchen! LOL!<br />She doesn't really get the Santa thing quite yet.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Santa presents - check!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She loved her art desk!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She thinks her cash register is a phone!<br />What can I say - the girl loves to talk on the phone already.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She loved digging through her stocking</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chatting it up with Little Granny during Christmas brunch</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting a ride on her new bike from Grandma!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aunt Jenny made this Minnie Mouse dress!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reading books with Pops</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Williams/Triplett fam</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Went out with my sister & Matt on NYE - so fun!!<br />Miss these two - get back here Rascals!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love my sister so, so much!</td></tr>
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<br />Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-86306322728468162702012-01-30T21:09:00.000-06:002012-01-30T21:09:07.242-06:00November catch-up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We spent a long weekend at Big Cedar in the Ozarks. Sienna loved this big fish!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went to Silver Dollar City a couple of nights. Sienna LOVED the rides.<br />She got to ride on Dumbo, since she is so tall for her age and met the height requirement!</td></tr>
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</div>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-80920357902651547092011-12-18T21:58:00.000-06:002011-12-18T22:01:44.531-06:00Paci FairyThe Paci Fairy visited the Williams household this past Friday night. We've been talking up the Paci Fairy story to Sienna for a couple weeks. It goes something like this...<br />
<i>You don't need your pacis anymore because you're a big girl! The Paci Fairy is going to come to our house and give your pacis to a baby that needs them. In exchange for your pacis, the Paci Fairy will leave you a present! </i><br />
When we talked about the Paci Fairy, sometimes Sienna would be really excited. Other times, she would say, "I no give my pacis to the Paci Fairy. I need them. I still a baby."<br />
So on Friday night before we left for her daycare Christmas party, we rounded up all the pacis and put them in a special bag for the Paci Fairy. At first, Sienna was really excited. As she started putting them all in the bag, she got visibly sad. So, we let her hold her last two pacis while we changed her outfit for the party. After we changed her clothes, she stood in front of the bag, sucking on the pacis. She put one in the bag. Then she sucked on the last one for a good 30 seconds before slowing plunking it into the bag. The she immediately said, "I'm a big girl! I no need my pacis!" She totally knew what was going on. Melted my heart.<br />
When we pulled in the driveway from her party later that night, she asked for her pacis. We told her that we thought the Paci Fairy had come. She said, "NO! I NEED THEM!" So we went upstairs to see if they were still there. In place of the bag of pacis was a present. She was ecstatic! I asked her what she thought it was. Her exact quote - "It's a lion from the Paci Fairy!" Thank goodness we guessed right and bought the big stuffed lion. She pulled him out of the bag, danced around the room with him, and said she was a big girl and didn't need her pacis! She was thrilled, and I cried! I've really been holding back on wanting to see her as a big girl, so it was a bit emotional for me. Sienna named him Tasa the Lion. About 20 minutes later, she asked where her pacis were. We told her the Paci Fairy took them to the babies. And that was the last we heard about the pacis that night. She stalled going to bed (pretty normal), but eventually laid right down in her bed and went to sleep without a peep. (She even slept til 8:30 the next morning.) We were AMAZED. Nap time has been a bit harder for her to settle down, but we haven't had any of the crying and major whining we expected. She's a smart little bugger. And her new BFF is Tasa the Lion. She sleeps with him, combs his mane and holds conversations with him. Just precious.<br />
(Side story: We told our sitter that Sienna couldn't have her paci anymore on Monday when she's back at daycare. Her sitter started cracking up and said she hasn't had it there in like 6 months! What a trickster.)<br />
Paci down. Potty and big girl bed to go.<br />
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<br />Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-86732028161810048042011-11-11T21:19:00.001-06:002011-11-11T21:23:14.086-06:00Daddy DateScott has been taking Sienna on 'Daddy dates' recently, and she LOVES them. I mean seriously, when we ask if she wants to go on a Daddy date, she starts yelling "Daddy Date!" and running around the house. They love their time together, and it makes me so happy to see their special bond. Sienna always wants to do the same thing on Daddy date - go to the park and go to BW's. (Well, anywhere she can have french fries.) These are a couple pictures from their latest Daddy date.<br />
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<br />Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-72042867193400918232011-11-11T21:06:00.001-06:002011-11-11T21:18:13.477-06:00Sister in town!My sister came to town for a weekend visit, and we had a fun time!! Sienna loved seeing her Aunt Kitty, and I'm pretty sure Aunt Kitty felt the same... :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went to a Japanese steakhouse one night.<br />Sienna was intent on using the chopsticks.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We made s'mores one night, so this is us<br />sisters looking stylish, as always.<br />(And representing our roots!)</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-75965328406200434052011-10-31T15:00:00.002-05:002011-11-11T21:02:03.444-06:00HallerweenNope, not a typo. Hallerween is Sienna's pronunciation for Halloween this year. Sienna was Minnie Mouse this year; she adores Minnie. She frequently talks to me like I am Minnie Mouse and will only continue the conversation with me if I talk to her in my "Minnie" voice. Hysterical! Scott and I got into the fun this year. Scott dressed up as Pete, the villainous, fat cat from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Pete is one of Sienna's favorite characters on the show -- why? We are not sure! Sienna also frequently asks/orders Scott to talk in his Pete voice. I dressed up as Figaro, Minnie's kitty cat. Sienna loves to sing the "Figaro" song that Minnie sings on the show. So, our costumes were a big hit after she got over the fact that I was still Mommy even with my face paint and kitty ears. Ha!<br />
I thought Sienna would 'get' the trick-or-treating thing more this year, but she was pretty clueless. She loved it that evening, but she didn't even ask about her candy the next day. (So, yes, Scott and I had to eat her candy. Darn.) While we were trick-or-treating, Sienna was totally into the candy collecting. Her favorite were suckers. In fact, I don't think she ever let one get in her bucket. She would immediately open it. When she'd get another sucker, she'd say, "Mommy have my old sucker. I have my new sucker." The girl loves suckers. I think she had about 4 that night before we ever got home.<br />
I love Hallerween. This might have been the best one of my life yet!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here we are! I realize Scott looks like a "Farmer Kitty" to some,<br />but this is the type of costume you throw together being a busy parent!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this picture! Only for our daughter...<br />(And these overalls are my Grandpa Craig's. He passed<br />away when I was 15, so pretty cool to have Scott wear them.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna is very into hugging Maddie and Mommy these days.<br />She loved helping pass out the candy at our house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our carved pumpkin! Sienna loved lighting the candle<br />every night with Scott. It was their little nightly routine.</td></tr>
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<br />Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-25260657007514029092011-10-30T22:11:00.002-05:002011-10-30T22:13:43.032-05:00October in pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna wanted to try on this batting helmet because<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family date night at Starbucks + chocolate milk = one excited Sienna!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> At Deanna Rose Farmstead</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Riding the spring horse at Deanna Rose.<br />
She was more interested in the playground than<br />
the animals this day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chilling with Aliyah after enjoying a s'more.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sporting her team colors, and giving Uncle Matt some<br />
good luck for his Colts.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna was in a holiday photo shoot for one of my co-workers<br />
clothing line, Squeaks & Beeps. Such cute stuff!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She loved saying 'cheese'!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another outfit. She is watching some of the big girls<br />
take photos. She loved it and did so well!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing in the leaves at Ms. Kenda's</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her favorite spot to watch Mickey with PaPa.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All snuggled up with her animals to watch the World Series<br />
game 7. She was up until 11:30. She's a machine!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom and I supporting the Cards!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy girls</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty girl.<br />
Not interested in bedtime - just wanted to play!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kenda (her daycare provider) took all the kids & parents<br />
to the pumpkin patch! So much fun!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna's favorite activity at the pumpkin patch<br />
was playing in the corn box. Ah, the simple<br />
pleasures of life... corn feed & buckets!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying on her Minnie Mouse costume. She is SO excited<br />
to trick-or-treat, ever since Daddy told her there is<br />
candy involved!</td></tr>
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Today, Pops and Grandma hosted the inaugural "Sienna & Friends Great Pumpkin Adventure"! It was so much fun!!! They really outdid themselves. We had a sunny, warm October morning to pick and paint pumpkins, decorate cupcakes, play, and eat lots of yummy food. We love the new tradition! Thanks to Pops and Grandma for organizing, hosting, and creating a great day for the kiddos and us!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vivian, Cosette, Stella and Sienna post-pumpkin picking.<br />
They got to pick & hunt for all the gourds and pumpkins<br />
their baskets could handle. Huge hit!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna, Grandma & Pops with the pumpkin grown especially for Sienna<br />
in her pumpkin patch!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna painting her pumpkin. She LOVED this activity!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the girls painting and decorating their pumpkins.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preston and his pumpkin -- he also tasted the paint!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stella and Sienna focusing intently on their pumpkin painting.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dave & Susan had pumpkins for the adults to carve, too!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sweet Vivian and her green pumpkin! Hello, mini-Brooke!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna and I making her Veggie Head pumpkin!<br />
Susan and Dave had this great idea to use veggies to make a pumpkin face - awesome!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna's bounty of painted pumpkins - a work of art!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Ring Around the Rosy" with Pops, Cosi & Sienna -<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The whole clan with all our pumpkins! So much fun!!<br />
(Check out Stella & Vivian's Veggie Head, complete with Twizzler glasses!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Next, we moved on to decorating cupcakes - huge hit!<br />
My personal favorite decoration? Candy corn M&Ms!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna decorating her cupcakes, before having a meltdown<br />
when we only let her eat one. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma and Sienna decorating cupcakes - sweet!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loving her cupcake, well, mostly the icing.</td></tr>
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Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-59107560594184108812011-09-27T19:59:00.002-05:002011-09-27T19:59:37.018-05:002 year statsSienna had her two year well check-up last Friday, and she is doing stellar. Her language skills are above the level of where she should be at 3 years old. By 3 years old, kids should be speaking in 5 word sentences, know how to count to 5 and know 5 shapes. Sienna speaks in 7 - 8 word sentences, knows how to count to 10, and knows several shapes. Go, Sienna! Also, she continues to be above average in height. She is 35.5" tall (90th percentile) and weighs almost 29 lbs. (75th percentile). She is the average height of a nearly 3 year old -- no wonder people ask us all the time if she is three! The doctor predicts she will be 5' 9" tall. If he's right, she'll surpass both Scott and I!<br />
Sienna knows how to kick a ball and is trying to catch balls, but doesn't quite have the hang of it yet. She is still pretty cautious. She wants to hold our hands going down the stairs, and she isn't very daring. I'm hoping this means no trips to the ER! Our pediatrician said that most first borns are cautious, and most second borns are daring. Medical associations have done a lot of research to determine the cause of this behavior, but there really is no explanation - interesting! <br />
Also interesting, our pediatrician said about 45% of children in Kansas City are obese. Not just overweight, but obese (20 lbs. or more over their ideal weight). I thought that was sad. Not because I am obsessed with being the perfect weight, but because those kids are starting off life with an uphill battle to be a healthy teenager and adult. Our pediatrician also mentioned the weight epidemic was not limited to a certain social class or race. He believes parents' busy schedules and reluctance to tell their kids 'no' are the main contributors of the problem. It was a good reminder of me that our job as parents is to guide our children to the path that is best for them, not just the easiest -- in all areas of their lives. But don't get me wrong, we enjoy chicken nuggets at our house from time to time. :)Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-46848288430644914982011-09-07T21:27:00.001-05:002011-09-07T21:27:49.402-05:00Birthday Day Pics<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna wanted a cupcake for breakfast, so we lit the candles & sang!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Can I have another one?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Right after breakfast, she wasted no time getting on her Minnie jacket<br />and feeding her baby breakfast.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And she quickly moved onto her new art easel.<br />I think she likes the magnets more than the drawing, at this point in time!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We spent quite a bit of time at the park today... Sienna's fav spot!<br />It was a gorgeous, perfect day!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Putting on her make-up... a girl's gotta look good on her birthday!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So excited about her birthday and about her lipsticks!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking a bite out of her gigantic sandwich!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tickles and kisses from daddy -- the best!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We took her Minnie balloon outside to play. Right after this picture was taken,<br />Minnie became airborne and floated across the street and over our neighbor's house.<br />Scott ran to get it, and luckily saved it! Sienna kept saying, "Bye-bye, Minnie!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pops and Sienna sharing their birthday and blowing out their candles!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna especially liked licking off the icing!</td></tr>
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Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-86184614913029143872011-09-07T21:09:00.001-05:002011-09-07T21:20:50.847-05:00Party Pics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy birthday, Sienna! She loved all the balloons!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our little family of three!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had Minnie shaped hamburgers!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I made a couple bean bag tosses for the kids - a huge hit!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sienna and Scott watching the bean bag toss fun!<br />
Sienna enjoying a Rice Krispy 'sucker'.<br />
I think she had about 4 that night - sugar high!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So excited about her presents!<br />
When we first came upstairs to open presents, she started shrieking<br />
in happiness and running circles around the living room.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THE Minnie Mouse jacket. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As you can see, she was ECSTATIC about it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Listening to the book Aunt Jenny and Uncle Drew recorded for her.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Opening her new art easel - already getting lots of use!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feeding her baby. She is obsessed with giving this baby its bottle & paci.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">End of the night... dragging around her baby, baby's high chair<br />
and giant Minnie balloon. What more could a girl want?!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A view of the decorations the next morning... <br />
forgot to take many pictures the day of the party!</td></tr>
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Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-90655456243999253382011-09-07T20:50:00.002-05:002011-09-07T20:50:42.510-05:00TwoBuglet -<br />
You turn two today! Daddy and I are so excited to celebrate you this weekend. We love being your parents; you bring so much love, joy and excitement into our home. You are such a dynamic little girl. You are very determined, and you definitely know what you want. Underneath that determination lays a tender, soft spirit, too. Daddy and I love how sensitive you are, and we love to protect you when you are feeling a little unsure of a situation. You love to be loud, to sing, to dance, to jump on the couch, and to play under the covers in our bed. You love for us to make up funny songs or to sing you new songs. Some of your favorites lately are "My Girl", "The Corduroy Song", "Walking on Sunshine" and "This Little Light of Mine".<br />
Your imagination has really taken off! You love to play in your kitchen and make us all kinds of 'meals'. You also like to put your dolls and stuffed animals in time out. You tell them, "Listen. You no hit." Or, "You no listen to mommy." You like to put your dolly in your shopping cart and pretend to go to Hy-Vee. You wave at me and say, "Bye-bye, Mommy. I go to Hy-Vee (Hy-B) and get a cookie." <br />
You are really into painting and building things. You don't really color that much anymore, but you love to use the watercolors and make little craft projects with me. You also like to paint yourself using mommy's make-up. You are always asking, "Mommy, where my lipstick?" So for your birthday, we bought you a mini make-up set. We hope you don't ever realize it's not real make-up! Even more, I hope you always know that you are beautiful without make-up. And I'm not just saying that because I am your mommy. You are beautiful. Especially when you grin. :)<br />
You are becoming more independent. You are starting to learn how to dress yourself. You keep telling me that you are ready to wear big girl panties, too. And we've talked about saying bye-bye to your paci now that you are two and a big girl. I think it will be hard for you (and for daddy and I) to part with that paci, but it's about time. I hope you aren't sad for too long. <br />
You understand choices and consequences for your actions. You respond well when we give you a choice between two options. And if you aren't ready to do what mommy or daddy has asked, you often put yourself in time out until you are ready to obey. It's so precious! We have to turn our faces away from you, so you don't see us laugh and smile. (In Colorado, you went and sat by a tree in 'time out' until you were ready to cooperate and listen to us. It was so hilarious!)<br />
Along with your fiercely independent side, you have a sweet side that melts both Daddy and I. Just randomly, you will look at us and say, "I love you, Daddy. I love you, Mommy." The other day, you were getting ready to take a bath, and you were playing with my hair and said, "Mommy, you pretty." Then you turned to look at Daddy and said, "Daddy, you old." Ha! You are such a little rascal! <br />
We love you more than you can imagine. Happy second birthday, lovie.<br />
Mommy & DaddyKristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377964795185624007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076025.post-65278229214347032152011-08-29T19:00:00.000-05:002011-09-07T18:06:50.716-05:00RadoThis past weekend, we took a mini-vacation to one of our favorite places in the continental US - Colorado. Sienna kept calling the state, "Rado". Sienna and I flew out by ourselves; Scott was there all week on business. It was a nice break from the Midwest heat, and we love a chance to get away to the mountains. Sienna did great on the trip, especially given that we took her on two plane rides, stayed in two different hotels, and took her up & down in elevation all in about 72 hours. Thank goodness I packed plenty of fruit snacks for the moments of near melt-down. :) Colorado is such a refreshing place, and we really enjoyed our break from normal life!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scott & Sienna at Alluvial Fan in Rocky Mountain National Park. She LOVED the waterfall!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying our lunch of protein bars...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mountain lake.... Sienna ready for a nap, but we weren't ready to stop exploring yet!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rejuvenated with goldfish and looking oh-so-cute.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a sweet picture of how much they love each other</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Didn't really want her picture taken, but it turned out cute & funny anyways!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The water was so clear, we could see the rainbow trout swimming around.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stopped along side the stream to throw in pine cones, rocks, sticks, etc.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back in Boulder... petting the lion and enjoying her ice cream cone. Life is good.</td></tr>
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