Facebookin'

Well, I must confess that I am addicted. When my sister Kara told me that my mom had a facebook page, I went to check it out. The problem is you can't check it out unless you join. Well that was my mistake. I joined and was almost instantly connected with a ton of friends (some I haven't seen or talked to in years) and became hooked. It's like a form of crack, I check it about 10 times a day to see if anyone's written on my wall, or to see who's online to chat with. I love it!! It's so easy to use and fun too. So for all of you who haven't tried it (KIRSTEN) please check it out. Yes I'm peer pressuring you ....all the cool kids are doing it, you will be so popular if you do.......

Pooptastrophe

You forget how something so small can make something so massive. Today I took Layla to spend her b-day money from Pap Pap in Toys R Us. We get there and the baby's fussy. So the three of us squeeze into one of the child-sized changing rooms so I can nurse her. As I'm sitting there praying no one opens the door and sees my goods hangin' out, it happened. Red-faced and working hard, she rips one (Lauren) and a few seconds later another. Great now I will have to strip off her snuggly and all the layers and change her. I'm trying not to fall over Layla and the car seat on the floor and then I saw it. Poop city. The biggest poo ever. It was all the way through to her snuggly, but fortunately I had a change of clothes. However now how was she going to stay warm. I thought briefly of using a wipe and swiping off as much as possibly and wrapping her back up. (What, it was on the back no one would see) Then I realized that was a bad idea. So I changed her clothes and wrapped her up in the blanket as best I could. I tried to ignore the "I can't believe she doesn't have a coat or hat on that baby" looks but I know they were there. Oh well ya just gotta do what ya just gotta poo, I mean do.

Happy Halloween!!

Last night we had "the Fam" over for our 3rd year of halloween at the Higdon house. It's such a blast eating pizza, handing out candy, trick or treating, and just hanging out. The best part is watching the enthusiasm of the little guys as they race up and down each driveway. Fall is my absolute favorite time of year and making memories is what it's all about. Here are a couple of pics to show how we've grown over the last year.

Daddy's Little Girl

The other night my family and I were in the rec room watching TV when my husband asked Layla to get him a beer. She walked over to the fridge, grabbed him a beer then without being asked, grabbed the opener from the ping-pong table. She walked over to her Daddy, and handed him his treasure. He was beaming with pride. In fact, I think I even saw a tear in his eye. If ever we needed any affirmation that she is in fact, a "freakin' genius" there it was! Layla, you've set the expectation bar so high for your sister.

Our Girls

The much anticipated arrival of our newest addition has finally come. She was born at 10:57pm on Thursday night and was all we'd hoped for. The delivery went pretty smoothly and we avoided a trip to NICU this time. We're all home now recovering nicely. Josh and I are beginning to learn how to manage 2. Layla is my super big helper and loves holding her sister.

If you're wondering where the name Lauren came from, we actually decided on it only just before she arrived....literally. It suits her well though. We are all lovin' life right now and Josh and I can't wait to see how alike or different these two girls will be. For more pics, check out www.grandmakate.smugmug.com.

Really, Really Ready!!

OK, my last post confessed that I am not the model pregnant woman. In fact, there are only a few things about it that I do like, the best is the being over part. Yesterday my mom and sisters hosted a baby shower for me. This is a plus!! There is nothing better than being surrounded by women who know exactly what you're feeling. There also good at making you feel like you're not a whiny cry-baby for being uncomfortable. There also just good company.

Friday night, we had a little excitement. I was at work and a few hours after lunch, I started having contractions. Nothing painful, but frequent enough to make me wonder. After much encouragement from my co-workers, I ended up upstairs to get checked out. I peed in a cup and they put me on the monitor. Then the pain started. I was super uncomfortable and the nurse came back and said you are really dehydrated (apparently this can trigger contractions). So they put in an IV and pumped me full of fluid. I finally went home around 10 and have been in the loving care of my husband since. This experience I claim as bittersweet; too bad this isn't over and we're now lovin' on a new baby, but sweet because, I'm still not ready!! I didn't have a bag packed, the carseat hasn't been washed, and most importantly we still don't have a name. Oh well this is pushing me to get ready faster!!!

Ready To Be Done!!

If you've visited my blog before, you've seen the ticker counting down the days until the arrival of our little one. I've decided that if you check it daily, it becomes really annoying. However, if you go several days without checking it, it's awesome. I have officially reached the miserable part of pregnancy. In the last few weeks, I have become increasingly more uncomfortable each day. Sleep, ha, how do you sleep when you have to change positions about 80 times a night. Or, you have to stop all liquids by about 7 so that you don't have to get up to pee. Or, you can't walk any distance without feeling like the baby is going to fall out. Now don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for the wonderful gift of being able to carry a baby, but I wish Eve hadn't wrecked it for all of us. I also know the end result and how all that misery is forgotten when you look down at that little angel face. As I held my sister's baby for the first time, it all melted away. So I guess I shouldn't complain, but dang it feels good to vent.