Thursday, August 26, 2010


Where did my babies go?
My kids are having such fun playing with eachother--oh I love it--lots of smiles all around this morning as these two played peek-a-boo for a good 25 minutes...that's a long time for a 2 1/2 year old and a 1 year old!

In other news--Judah is doing well on his eating. Still doing about 36 oz. a day which is great, but despite all of that he only gained 2 oz. at his last check up. I was hoping that we'd be able to get him off of pediasure but with the insignificant weight gain that's a no go. He's walking up a storm though and that's been so much fun.

Clara becomes more and more of a young lady each day. She is saying some of the funniest things! She is talking in sentances, copying everything we say which means Owen and I have to guard our mouths often! Not that we say bad things, but we want to make sure that the speech she is learning is edifying. What fun what fun.

Have a check up on baby #3 tomorrow. I am going to take Clara with me so she can hear the heart beat. It'll be fun (I hope) for her. Keep the Crane's in your prayers. You can see where they are in thier journey at
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Special Friends

Clara has some "special friends". So much fun to watch Clara develope and change into a young girl who can play with her friends in a special way! I believe I have pictures of myself playing with at least this many dollies when I was her age.
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Small Group Vacation

This past weekend, Owen and I went on our first vacation in 2 1/2 years. It was a real vacation because we did not have our kids with us. First off, a HUGE thank you to Grandma and Papa for taking such good care of the kids. Let's just say they didn't notice we were gone. When we got to their house to take them home, they were less than thrilled.

We along with 5 other couples, we headed to San Diego--everyone else left their kids at home too. We stayed in a beautiful house that Megan Holm found--totally remodled, clean, beautiful, and the beds (at least ours) was super comfortable. The weather was absolutely gorgeous! I can't tell you what it's like to leave Phoenix at 114* and go to San Diego where it was about 70* when we arrived. Ahhhhh.
We ate, walked, beached, slept, ate, slept and relaxed. Exactly what we needed. Owen and I had a great time hanging out with our friends. It was a different experience since we all were sans children. Having uninterupted conversations was amazingly efficient and eating meals without getting out of our seats was heavenly.
Great fellowship and the love of Christ was shared by all. We're already thinking about next year!
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He's Gonna Be Trouble

Judah was ready to go the other day...diaper and all.
He pushed the chair all the way to the door, climbed up on top of it and
Fiddled with the lock. He wasn't even walking last week...I think he's gonna be trouble.
And with a face like that, I think he'll get away with it!
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Happy Girl--Manly Man

Clara gave her first manicure a couple of weeks ago...
No, it wasn't me. My arms (and knuckles) aren't that hairy
Nor could I get this kind of reaction from her...

Nope, she's painting the Manly Man's hands.
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Monday, August 9, 2010

It's not like me...

It's not like me to not blog for so long...I've been consumed with another family's grief for the past week. On behalf of my brother and his wife and her entire extended family, I have been writting daily updates on the family who survived a plane crash one week ago today. There are three survivors, the dad, an 11 year old girl named Summer and her 10 year old sister Tia. Their mother Lori, and brother Austin were both killed.
Isn't it just like the Lord to put life in perspective like that? Here I was so swallowed up by my morningsickness and discomfort that I hardly noticed a world going on outside my window. And then last Monday all of that changed. I am still sick, but I am clinging to life. The life growing inside me, the life of my two children, the life of my husband.
Please committ to pray for the Crane family. For the time being the blog I am writting is public, depending on readership etc and to protect the family it may be private in the near future. If you would like to see what's going on though, you can read their story at

Monday, August 2, 2010

I need a laugh...

I hope you do too. If you don't care to learn how babies initiate women (specifically me) then don't read this post. But if I don't start laughing about this stuff, I am going to start crying. Seriously! I know this is long but I had to get it off my chest--the third one is the funniest.

We'll start with my current pregnancy. I am currently 10 weeks and 1 day. Praying and praying that the morning sickness will subside. Let me set the scene. I wake up each morning to Judah crying / talking in his crib. I quickly run to the bathroom and pee, grab my "no throw up pill" and then go to make his bottle. There are 6 containers I open to make his bottle, 4 gels, 1 bottle of whole milk and 1 bottle of pediasure--any of which are likely to make me throw up. It's seriously a race to see how fast I can make the bottle breathing only through my mouth so I don't have to smell the smells. I give him his bottle in his crib and go lay back down in bed and run through the list of possible foods to eat in the morning that will hopefully--you guessed it--not make me throw up. I can amazingly make it through the morning without throwing up but the afternoons are a disaster. When Owen gets home I am usually back in my pajamas--no make up and looking very "green". Usually while cooking or preparing dinner is when I have the hardest time, and you know, it's the witching hour for the other two kids so they're clingy and hungry and all over me & Owen. So picture this--me standing in the kitchen w/ both kids while getting food ready and running to the sink to throw up. Let me remind you that I sound like the exorsist when I puke, not only am I puking, but I am also--ehem, having some bladder control issues--So yes, I am standing at the sink, in my pajamas, throwing up and peeing (imeancompletelyemptyingmybladder) on the kitchen floor all the while Clara is announcing "Mommy's sick". Ahhh welcome to motherhood for the third time around.

My pregnancy with Judah I was generally a mom-zilla. I was cranky and mean almost the whole time. A sincere thanks to my hubby and my bestie for sticking with me through the whole stinkin thing! In an effort to get the baby out, Amanda and I met a couple of times a week to "walk the hill" which is a 2.4 mile walk that has some pretty intesne hills. Being 8 + months pregnant, it took us about 45 minutes to an hour to complete this walk which equates to about 3 -4 bathroom breaks for me...except there are no bathrooms on the hill. So While Amanda would "guard" me I'd pop a squat and I'demptymybladder. She's a true friend...and I am a true nut.

Finally, I believe this was my truest and most defining moment being "initiated as a mom". It happened just after delivery with Clara. I was induced with Clara because she was too small & not growing-- induction for my first child wasn't exactly smooth sailing. It took about 3 days to get her out of me and almost that whole time, I was being pumped with IV fluids. I had 3 days in the hospital post delivery--needless to say I was SO ready to get home. We were finally released and I was so swollen & puffy from all of the fluids that I hardly recognized myself as I "beautified" my self to leave the hospital. I thought at the time though--I.AM.LOOKIN.GOOD. (for just having a baby). The three minute dri ve home from the hospital was traumatic for both me & Clara. When we pulled up to the house, I see this beautiful pink enormous wooden storke announcing Clara's birth. It was such a touching gift from my dad. I was crying because I was so happy to be home. I am carrying my tiny daughter and Owen is snapping photos of me as I am entering our house with her for the first time. He was trying to make me stop crying (I'd been crying for days) so he said that I was making my ugly cry face and that made me laugh--a little too hard. I started peeing on my front porch--he kept snaping--and I continued to pee on my front porch until 3 days worth of IV's were out of my bladder--he kept snapping. Ahhh, welcome to motherhood.