Wordless Wednesday

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Blogging

I downloaded an app that lets me post directly from my phone.

Hopefully it'll make it easier to post things like this:


And like this:

Wordless Wednesdays

Let's pretend that above this post it says "Wednesday May 23, 2012"
Each Wednesday I'll try to post a picture or two (or three or twelve). No blogging, just some good ole pictures from the week. Warning, there will most likely be one main subject for all of the photos. :)

Baby Locks...

"Woah, look at all that hair!"

How many times have we heard that? Too many to count.

As we expected, Lucy was born with a full head of hair. It's over an inch long in the back, and if it keeps growing, it may become a baby-mullet.

Last week Susan and I discovered these curls that show up after a bath:

At less than 3 weeks old, she's already had her share of bad hair moments. And I'll admit, I'm to blame. I've never known how to french braid. I've had the same hair style just about my entire life. My famous go-to is the simple ponytail. I would fail as a hair stylist. Poor little Lucy. I have a feeling that these are just the start of an entire album of bad hair days (at least until your old enough to style it yourself).



First Bath

Nana was over yesterday for a visit. She watched Lucy as I went and got my haircut. Who would've thought it'd be difficult to leave for just 2 hours?!? I thought about her the whole time.

While Nana was over, we gave Lucy a bath. Her hair lightened a shade or two. After being dried, Lucy hair turned to curls. Eventually most of those went away, but two little curls, one by each ear, stuck around. Just when I thought she couldn't get any cuter, she goes and gets two little curls :)

Today David stopped by with Franny and Yoshi. We had lunch and snuggled a sleeping baby. Franny is an excellent big-cousin, and is excited to teach Lucy everything she knows.

She's Official

The Social Security Administration sent Lucy her social security card.

She's officially Lucy Todd Ring.

Her cord stump fell off today. This means we get to start with the cloth diapering. (Insert a super excited momma face here).

We made our first trip to the store yesterday. We bought wipes.

Today we went to bring daddy lunch at work. This is how it went:

I loaded Lucy in her car seat. As I click in the buckle, I hear a squirt. So I take her in the house to change her diaper (I probably should've just brought her to daddy with a dirty diaper). I undo the velcro, and take her inside.  Phew, it's an easy one.. So I remove the diaper and reach for a wipe, and gushy squirt. Yep, poop all over her outfit.. So I take off her outfit and go run it into the bathroom sink. In this 5 seconds (max) time, she managed to pee (and poop... again) all over the changing pad... Eventually, we worked together, got it all cleaned up, and headed off to bring dad his lunch. It's these little things that are making me enjoy motherhood. No seriously, I couldn't stop laughing throughout this little experience.

Happy Mother's Day...

Happy Mother's Day to my amazing mom  and mom-in-law. They have been absolute saints this last week. They came over and cooked us just about every meal; cleaned our house cleaner than we ever keep it; and cuddled and cuddled (and cuddled some more) Lucy. I don't think Kyle or I have done the dishes for over a week! Thank you moms. We appreciate all that you've done for us. You truly are the best!

I had my very first mother's day. *tear*. It started with this:

Breakfast in Bed for Mother's Day

I finally figured out what my mom meant all those years, that the best mother's day present was us. Because Lucy is hands down the best gift I've ever received.

Speaking of Lucy, please prepare yourself for an excessive amount of first week photos...

We have the world's happiest baby. She usually gives us a grunt and look of discomfort at least 15 seconds prior to crying; thus giving us every opportunity to fix the situation at a comfortable decibel. She is very alert, and likes when her daddy reads her the book "White on Black" (no it's not about hate crimes). She is a very smiley newborn with a FULL head of hair. Seriously, I've never seen so much hair on a newborn.

Lucy usually sleeps 3-4 hours at a time, though I think she'd sleep even longer if I wasn't waking her up for meals. We've been living by the itzbeen that we received. (For those who don't know what that is, it is a timer to remind forgetful, sleep deprived, mothers to wake their sleeping baby for a feeding).

Well, I gave you your warning. Here come a whole lotta Lucy pictures:

Bad Hair Days aren't suppose to start at birth

My mom has no clue how to style hair

First photo with daddy

First photo with momma

Hanging out with daddy on his day off



A good looking duo

Feed Me...

Nuna put these silly socks on my hands so I'd stop scratching my face

Sometimes I wonder if she thinks I'm crazy yet...

Lucy Todd Ring

Little Lucy has arrived. And I love her.

Lucy -One Day Old

At Thursday's doctors appointment I was 0cm and 0%. With no symptoms or signs of labor, we scheduled an induction for next week.

Needless to say, I was quite surprised when I started having contractions the next day. Actually, I was in denial. Kyle and I decided to go to the hospital just to make sure and assumed we'd be sent home.

We arrived at the hospital at around 9:45pm on Friday. It appeared as though little Lucy recieved her eviction notice and was going to try for an on time delivery. She was born at 4:38 am on Saturday (just barely missing her due date).

As we predicted, she was born with a full head of hair. She aced all of her baby tests and we were able to bring her home after her required 48 hour hospital stay.

 I love to just watch all of her faces. Her scrunched up "Mr. Magoo" face, the neck extended turtle face,  her grin whenever she puts her fingers in her mouth (one of her favorites), and her "you have 15 seconds to fix this before I start crying" face.

She is a super happy baby. She hasn't been crying much and has been pretty go with the flow (for now). She had her three day old check up today. She has gained weight and appears to be a healthy little girl.

We couldn't be happier for this amazing blessing. I am so thankful for our new little family.

First Family Photo

Eviction Notice

Dear Lucy,

This is your 7 day eviction notice. You have until next week Thursday to remove yourself and your belongings from my uterus. 

Sincerely,

Your Loving Mother

We had our doctors appointment this morning. Again, no progress. Still no contractions, no dilation and zero signs of labor. We're scheduled to go in Tuesday night where we'll start some sort of medication. And then we'll start pitocin on Wednesday. This would mean that little Lucy will hopefully arrive by Thursday night (fingers crossed) or Friday at latest.

Grandmothers are an Exceptional Exception…

Kyle and I often discuss how we want to raise this little squatter that’s hanging out inside my uterus. Topics like discipline, dealing with temper tantrums, and limiting processed sugar and television have all come up. We’d like to have routine and order while still providing guidance and unconditional love.

There’s one other topic that we’ve agreed on, Grandmothers. I only had one grandmother growing up. And she was the best. I loved going to grandmas. She made me noodles and fried rice. And she didn’t make me eat the peas or pork either. She hung up my ugly pot holders all over her little tiny kitchen. Grandma let me get away with things that were on my mom’s “no list”. Like getting to go to bed in front of the TV.

Lucy is going to have two really awesome grandmothers. And Kyle and I have already decided; grandmothers get a free pass. A free pass to do whatever they like… Even if it is a second scoop of ice cream or extra sugar on her mochi.

Hopefully, they just don't do anything like these grandparents:
http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/05/01/11488273-drunken-grandparents-use-suv-to-tow-girl-in-toy-car-deputies-say?lite

Finishing What you Start...

I am ready to be done being pregnant. 

I want to be able to bend over, tie my shoes and not gasp for air as I stand back up.

I want to be able to sleep on my stomach (though never in my life have I been a stomach sleeper, I'd still like to give it a try).

I want to be able to drink a caffeinated sugary beverage and not have to worry about my stomach jumping for the next 2 hours.

I want to be able to do a sit up and not have to roll from side to side to get out of bed in the morning. 

I want a glass of wine (or maybe two).

I was reading through one of the many magazines that they handed out during our child-birth class. There was an article on those who do not deliver early (which will be me). The article made the comparison to finishing a marathon. Not to downplay those who delivered their babies prior to 40 weeks, but the article said that quitting at 38 or 39 weeks would be like not running the last mile or half a mile when running a marathon. 

So it looks like Lucy wants to make sure I finish this endeavor; every last step of it.