Say cheese

K everyone, tilt a little to the right.
A little more.
Little bit more...
And..Perfect.

Speaking of cryin' issues...

Glad to know we feel the same about laundry.

Soiled

After Ty's bath this morning I laid him down on the changing table and looked at him adoringly. So clean and handsome. After kissing his cute little cheeks raw, I squatted down to get a diaper from the bottom shelf, and felt something touch my head. I swatted at it thinking it was a bug, then looked up and noticed that at that moment I was sitting directly under a fountain of pee, unlike anything I've ever seen. It arched up into the sky and fell on me like a waterfall, dripping down my clothes as I yelped and tried my best to dodge it.

After changing my shirt and dressing him up all sharp in his little blue onesie, I picked him up to give those cheeks another kiss. That happened to be the exact moment he decided to perform a mega-belch and puke up breakfast all down the inside of my shirt. In case you weren't paying attention, that's two shirts he soiled in a matter of 5 minutes.
When you're paying quarters to do laundry that's kind of a big deal.
Do they make plastic shirts? Full body aprons? If you hear of anything along those lines please point me in the right direction.

Kiddo

Cryin' issues

When I took Ty in for his first checkup the doctor looked at me and asked very sweetly how I was doing with a new baby in the house. I was doing great, I answered. All was well.

Then she started talking about the 'baby blues' that sometimes followed the birth of a child.... A depressed state for a temporary time. She had it after her third. It's perfectly normal she said, and will go away with time.
"Good information," I thought "but really, I'm doing great."
That was the first week.

Now I'm in my second, and OY! I did NOT see this coming.
The hormones! The emotions! I've been SUCH a mess.
Tears sneak out of my eyes when I least expect them. I can't stop them. I can't hide them.

When Hayley sees the tears flowing she gets really upset and demands to know what is going on. I tried to explain that sometimes when moms have babies, weird things go on inside their brains that make them cry a lot for no reason. Now whenever she sees tears she asks, "Is it that brain thing again?"
All I can do is laugh and say "Yep."
When Daddy gets home from work she'll give him the report: "Mom's been havin' some cryin' issues again."
She cracks me up.

My sweet husband took a half-day today to spend time with me and get me out of this funk. Have I mentioned lately how much I love him? He is my rock.

Okay well it's 2:02 am...on May 21, (the beginning of the end of the world.) It's a very big day you know. I better get some sleep. ;)

Charmer

Ty was being ignored during breakfast, so J decided to make him the center of attention.

8 lbs and 11oz of LOVE

We didn't have a name for our little boy when we left for the hospital early Saturday morning.
Nor did we remember our camera.
Nor did J remember to bring an extra set of clothes for himself to change into.
Nor were my legs shaved/toenails painted nice for my delivery like I had planned.

But after all was said and done, none of that seemed to matter.

Because we got HIM.

And he is perfect.

Grammy and Grandpa Bret ended up bringing us our camera...(and a couple of cute girls to visit us in the hospital)

And we eventually settled on a name.
My legs eventually got shaved and toenails painted.



But J never did get his change of clothes...

So we sat together in our funk for 2 1/2 days.

And fell in love with our little man.

Ty Jordan Smith
Born May 7th, 12:15 pm
With a cute birthmark on his right butt cheek.

Mother's Day 2011 (May 8)

We're home from the hospital today and are feeling like the luckiest 4 people alive.
Thank you so much for all of your love and support over the past few days and weeks.

We appreciate it more than you know!

To see some professional pictures of Ty, click on the link below
www.bellababyphotography.com and use this password: 0507tysmith

I thought this kind of thing only happened on tv..

Today Jordan and I were getting ready for church, trying DESperately to get to our 9:00 meeting on time (for once.) When he completed his bathroom routine, he put his 'supplies' back into the medicine cabinet and started heading out of the bathroom. In order to be efficient I decided rather than letting him all of the way out of the bathroom before I came in, I would just slide right passed him through the doorway, to begin my own pre-church bathroom routine.
No biggie. We do that sort of thing all the time.

The only thing is, I'm not usually 9 MONTHS PREGNANT.

We didn't quite make it passed each other this time.
Instead we got stuck right in the middle of the doorway, my belly (which was in the middle of a contraction at the time, and hard as a rock) pushed up against his, pinning him against the door frame with not a centimeter to budge.
(I can NOT contain my laughter as I'm typing this)
Neither of us had ever been in such a predicament before... so we just kind of stood there for a minute and exploded in laughter...
Then, I politely tilted my body to the side to allow him room to pass without further injury.
If there was ever something 'you had to have been there' to see...this was it.


As miserable as I feel/look right now, I'm going to miss being pregnant, if only because of situations like these.