Cheekies

There are so many features of Kenzies that I love.  I love her bright blue eyes (finally something that makes her kind of look like me).  I love her gummy smiles that melt my heart.  I love her full head of hair that is turning lighter and lighter just like her daddy's hair when he was a baby.  But I love LOVE LOVE her big ol' squishy cheeks that are perfect for smooches.  There were so many cheekie pics, but these are some of my favorites.  

4 Months Old!

Time.Please.Stand.Still.....I can't believe Mackenzie is now 4 months old.  Everyone says how big she is getting and how old she looks.  On the outside I smile..but on the inside my heart breaks a little.  We've now moved on to how many months Kenzie is...because 17 weeks involves too much math. 
Kenzie is a moving all over the place, which isn't much of a surprise reflecting back on her dance parties in my belly.  She has been rolling over for a few weeks now.  I thought the first time she did it was a fluke, but within the week she had been rolling in one swift motion.  She has never really enjoyed tummy time, and by "never really enjoyed" I mean she tolerated it for about 5 seconds, so you can imagine the drama once she's stuck on her belly after rolling over.  So we roll her back over, walk away for a few seconds, and the grunts and whines are back.  The little lady just can't stay still.    
We have her on a great schedule with eating, playing, and sleeping.  She is still continuing to sleep all night, besides the occasional 4:30am wake up call since she has rolled herself over and gets stuck on her belly.  I've realized the highlight of my day is rescuing her from her crib.  Whether its an unexpected very early wake up call, or a morning she sleeps in till 8 or 9...that gummy spitty smile makes my day.
She is becoming harder and harder to photograph because of how excited and active she is.  She's such a mover and a shaker.  She is also laughing and giggling more and more with the occasional gut laugh.

   

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I spy with my little eye part III

The realizations just keep coming...

1.  Eating early with the senior citizens occurs quite often now that we've added the baby to the family.

2.  This new addition may also result in going to bed early..quite like a senior citizen. 

3.  We could be millionaires if we could find a contraption that connects to some part of your car, to make for a more convenient diaper change.  The slanted seats and tight quarters are just not doing it, and she's still little.

4.  Baby socks are just plain annoying.  Do any of them stay on? 

5.  Most adults are cranks if they are woken up out of a dead sleep.  But Kenzie still offers that big gummy smile when she is woken up. 

6.  You can have the best conversation by just saying "hello baby."

7.  I easily miss her when I just saw her 10 minutes ago, and is sleeping just across the hall.

8.  Knowing she recognizes me melts my heart.

9.  I look forward to all the coming milestones, but still wish I could push the pause button, and sometimes the rewind button. 

10.  Kenzie is the boss.

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Flashbacks

I have been meaning to write this blog for some time now...well actually 3 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days (give or take a few days). 

I have to admit that I was never one of those women who really loved being pregnant.  I was so sick those first 6 months (they tell you just the first 3-ha!), then the early belly changes, where you just feel chubby not pregnant, and the back pains even after a 10 second plop -- And I had it lucky!  I loved my basketball of a belly.  I loved feeling her constant dance parties in there and those daily hiccups she'd have those last few weeks.  I never was swollen, or exhausted, or uncomfortable.   I was just so anxious.  But now looking back, I don't think I enjoyed it as much as I should have and could have! 

I noticed in the days following Kenzie's arrival, even now, that I was constantly having these flashbacks of being pregnant.  These "remember when" and "awwww" moments.  I'd see pregnant women with those beautiful bellies and think..awwww that was me just a few weeks ago.  Or now when we go to certain restaurants, and the memories flow back.  Like returning to Pizza Hut and remember how I felt like everyone was judging the pregnant girl at the buffet.  Or when I go to Panera bread, I can't help but look over at the very table Don and I sat in as our last meal a family of 4 (dogs included of course).  Even now my stomach will grumble just enough to feel like the early kicks.  Similarly when I returned back to the hospital for work I thought, "the last time I was in a hospital I was having our perfect little lady."  I even found a receipt from the night before Mackenzie was born.  We had to make sure we had dog food so we made a pit stop before heading to the hospital.  Don told me to wait in the car, but instead I went in with him, contracting away as we picked up dog food for our first "little" babes.  What about when the heating and cooling company returned to install the AC a few weeks ago.  Well the last time they were here, installing the heater, I was hiding out with the dogs in our bedroom and texting Don anytime I thought..maybe this is it.  At one point so much time had past since I had felt something, so I told him false alarm and he wrote "my heart just sank."   

 
So just like with most things in life, I've learned, we need to sit back and really enjoy and embrace things.  Too often we lose the small things in life and sometimes those small things are everything. 


*My favorite way of embracing the small things are photograph sessions by Becca @ RGS Photography

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Mother's Day is EVERYday

As much as I was really excited and anticipating my first official Mother's Day, I have to admit, I think it is very much a classic Hallmark holiday.  In fact, if you check out the "Hallmark holiday"  wikipedia, Mother's Day is listed.  I love being a mom.  I love my mom.  I love my mom-in-law.  .....EVERYday!

We started the day with buckwheat waffles and Don's baseball game.  This was Kenzie's first (amateur) baseball game, watching her dad...and defiantly not her last. We then pigged out at brunch and finished the day with a short nap and some yardwork. 

I sadly didn't get to see my Moma this Mother's Day.  But I know she knows that I adore her and cherish her EVERYday, not just a silly Sunday in May. 

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