I had Max wear this for Father’s Day last year. Now here is Sarah in the same shirt.
Feels like Groundhog Day around here every day.
Not only do I feel like I was pregnant every day since July 2010, but we constantly have the same repeat baby business happening in this house too! Sarah and Max even look alike! Same shit, different day. =)
Happy Father’s Day to all the great Daddy’s out there. Again.
xoxo
Things are officially crazy around here. Most days my computer doesn’t even get turned on. Way too many baby things to do.
Evenings used to mean opening a bottle of wine, turning on some music and the stove to cook up some dinner.
Now, evenings mean chasing our running, screaming and laughing toddler. And Joe and I trying to coordinate things like: two different feeding schedules, diaper changes, bath time, grabbing a bite to eat for ourselves (with our one free hand) and hopefully, some silly play time with our running, screaming and laughing Max:
To show off how ridiculous I looked by week 38 while I was pregnant with Max – I took a pic of me wearing tight, black clothing. I did the same thing again while pregnant with Sarah at week 39. I wanted to do a comparison. And have a good laugh at myself.
What I notice is how much more tired I look this time around having a one year old to chase during the pregnancy. I couldn’t even muster a stupid pose like I did last time around. Which is probably a good thing.
And my belly is lower. Can you see that? Everyone would always try to guess what I was having based on HOW low or high I was carrying the baby. They were wrong most the time though so I’m not sure how accurate the concept.
So hey, check out the pic below and compare it to the last one and have yourself a good laugh.
I’m being challenged. You know I’ve mentioned before about how amazed I am that I’ve been able to keep an orchid, a gift from a friend, alive for so long. Well now I have THREE of them! Did word get out or something? Is it now known around town that I can keep an orchid alive? Yikes. Now I’m being tested – ha!
My mom brought me this one while I was in the hospital, the day after I gave birth to Sarah. I’d never seen one like this before. It’s more like a full plant with A LOT of flowers about ready to bloom rather than just one long stem with a few flowers.
And then when I got home, my neighbor brought this one over for me. It’s TALL. Almost three feet tall with 8 LARGE flowers.
Well, I’m up for the challenge. I think I need to round up some more little fairies to help.
With our son Maximus, we had his name picked out MONTHS before he arrived. With our daughter, not so much.
We knew what her middle name and last name would be, but we didn’t choose her first name until AFTER she was born, and on the LAST day of my hospital stay. Only HOURS before I was discharged.
Ideally, I suggest choosing a name BEFORE the baby arrives. One less thing to do / think about / decide while recovering from your delivery or c-section / on pain meds / not getting any sleep /caring for a newborn.
The funny thing is, we ended up going with the very first name Joe mentioned. Months ago. If we’d just stuck with it from the beginning instead of questioning it, and wondering if it was the right choice, we could have skipped spending the last 36 hours in the hospital making a decision!
The name we chose for her is not exciting, unique, unusual, trendy, made-up or after anyone in the family. I think that’s why we had a hard time going with it initially.
We felt like there must be something better! If we just gave it some thought, surely something fantastic would come to mind. Right? And if we just gave it a LOT of thought, something really, really exciting or that AHA! moment would happen.
But the AHA! moment came for us after searching through a book of baby names. A woman from the hospital’s birth certificate office, desperate for us to make a decision and turn in paperwork, gave us a book of 40,000 baby names. 40,000!
After looking through it, writing down ALL the names we liked and narrowing it down, we still wanted the very fist name Joe had mentioned months ago. No stone left unturned. We knew we’d considered everything.
AHA!
So this little baby girl we were about to take home, finally had a name: Sarah Florabelle Clarke Anderson
