Over the past week or two, several people have pointed out to me that I haven't blogged in MONTHS. So, back by popular demand... here it goes:
The past few months have been full of ups and downs.
Moving to Marlow: Down? Up?... debatable.
Stephen's new job? Up.
Missing Westside Church of Christ: Down.
Making new friends at Chisholm: Up.
Selling our house: Down. More details to come.
Building project: Mostly down.
More family time: Up.
My dad's mom died: Down.
My dad's sister going psycho: Big down!
Looking for a new house: Down.
Brooks getting big: Again, debatable.
Moving to Marlow has been wonderful. (I know, I never wanted to come back... but I'm here, and I love it.) Stephen LOVES his new job. We have made a few very good friends here who we spend a lot of time with doing family-friendly activities. My job has been going really well. We finally sold our house, which our old neighbors LOVE because the people who moved into it are kind of trashy. Oops. My Grandmother passed away. She was so fun and I miss her dearly. I don't want to get too hung up on that topic because it's been a sore subject since December. Maybe someday when this is all over with, I will be able to talk freely about that one. And Brooks is just getting bigger and bigger. He's started walking and talking. It breaks my heart to see him growing so big. But every time he does something exciting, like his first series of steps or his first word or blowing me a kiss... My heart swells with pride for him.I never knew that being a mother was going to be so wonderful... if I could have ten just like him, I would. (NEVER thought I'd say THAT!)
Now for the house thing... We sold our house in such a short time. We had tons of people look at it and finally found some buyers in just a few short days of being on the market. We lost about 14k out of the deal, but were ready to let it go and move on with our lives. Packing up that house was devastating. We spent our wedding night there, it was the first house we bought together, we brought Brooks home there, we got burglarized there, I graduated from college there... we just have so many memories of that house. I cried like a baby the day we left, and the days leading up to leaving. I never imagined it would be that difficult. Packing up that house was like packing up the past three years of my life, and transferring them to a storage unit. It was sad. For Valentine's Day, Stephen called our realtor and asked her to ask the new buyers if we could dig up the tree in the front yard and replace it with a new one. We bought the tree when we first had Brooks and I was looking forward to watching him grow up with it. Needless to say, he dug up that tree and took it with us. I love that man. He's wonderful.
The past few months have been a growing experience for me. I've learned so much about my family, what kind and generous people my parents really are, I've gotten much closer to loved ones I wish I would have known better sooner, and I've become more like my selfless mother. I am so proud to be my parents' child. I'm so proud to be Stephen's wife, and Brooks' mom. My faith has grown stronger. And that's the most important thing in life.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Thursday, November 10, 2011
August to November
Well... it's time to update. So I will give you a rundown of the last few months. We moved to Duncan and Stephen LOVES his new job. We are actually back up here for his training over the next few weeks, but then we will pack back up for Duncan.
Brooks is getting SO big... saying "mama" and "dada" and sometimes we even get a "HUH?" and a "puh-puh" (puppy). He is trying to walk (scary), drinking out of a big-kid cup (he refuses to drink out of a sippy, but does great with a straw or even better with an adult cup). He claps his hands when you say "YEA", laughs hysterically at his momma for no reason (which I love because he thinks I'm so funny), and is now feeding himself with a spoon (we just put the food on the spoon and he takes care of the rest). I honestly didn't know love like this before I had Brooks.
In September, we celebrated our two year anniversary with a trip to Bricktown to eat at Abuelo's (one of our favorites) and then took a walk with Brooks around Bricktown, and ended up at The Melting Pot for a yummy dessert.
October was busy for us. Well, I say "us"... Stephen decided that we should spend the whole month of October making Brooks' first Halloween costume. Needless to say, the WE ended up being ME. I made Brooks a mouse costume. I do have to admit, it was quite wonderful. Here's proof.
Now it's November. We are gearing up for Cameron(our nephew)'s first birthday party this weekend, Thanksgiving (and spending lots of time in Poteau... it's been too long), and lots of turkey!
Brooks is getting SO big... saying "mama" and "dada" and sometimes we even get a "HUH?" and a "puh-puh" (puppy). He is trying to walk (scary), drinking out of a big-kid cup (he refuses to drink out of a sippy, but does great with a straw or even better with an adult cup). He claps his hands when you say "YEA", laughs hysterically at his momma for no reason (which I love because he thinks I'm so funny), and is now feeding himself with a spoon (we just put the food on the spoon and he takes care of the rest). I honestly didn't know love like this before I had Brooks.
In September, we celebrated our two year anniversary with a trip to Bricktown to eat at Abuelo's (one of our favorites) and then took a walk with Brooks around Bricktown, and ended up at The Melting Pot for a yummy dessert.
October was busy for us. Well, I say "us"... Stephen decided that we should spend the whole month of October making Brooks' first Halloween costume. Needless to say, the WE ended up being ME. I made Brooks a mouse costume. I do have to admit, it was quite wonderful. Here's proof.
Now it's November. We are gearing up for Cameron(our nephew)'s first birthday party this weekend, Thanksgiving (and spending lots of time in Poteau... it's been too long), and lots of turkey!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Homeward Bound
So much has happened since May (last post). I joined Sooner Sensations, a women's choir in Moore. Brooks has grown two teeth, started sitting up all by himself, and began trying to say mamma and da-da! I fall in love with that sweet little smile more and more every day.
With that said... I always said once I moved out of Marlow that I would NEVER go back... EVER. Well, over the past four years as I was falling in love with Stephen, he was falling in love with my home town. He has been trying to get me to move back to Marlow for a while now. And after Brooks was born, it became more evident to me that it wasn't a bad idea. Between free childcare (grandma/grandpa) and being close to my family, it just makes sense to be home. So, I am moving home... kicking and screaming... but I know once I am there I will love it. I want Brooks to grow up in a small community where everyone knows everything and when he does something wrong, I will know about it before he gets home.
The hardest part about moving home is leaving OUR home. Moore has grown on me. We have been through so much in that house. It was the first house we bought together. We got married in that house, we spent our wedding night in that house, we had Brooks in that house, we got Jack (our boxer) in that house... I know home is where the heart is, but so much of my heart has been poured out in that house and leaving it just makes me so sad.
Please pray for us as we make this journey home... and create a new life down in Marlow!
With that said... I always said once I moved out of Marlow that I would NEVER go back... EVER. Well, over the past four years as I was falling in love with Stephen, he was falling in love with my home town. He has been trying to get me to move back to Marlow for a while now. And after Brooks was born, it became more evident to me that it wasn't a bad idea. Between free childcare (grandma/grandpa) and being close to my family, it just makes sense to be home. So, I am moving home... kicking and screaming... but I know once I am there I will love it. I want Brooks to grow up in a small community where everyone knows everything and when he does something wrong, I will know about it before he gets home.
The hardest part about moving home is leaving OUR home. Moore has grown on me. We have been through so much in that house. It was the first house we bought together. We got married in that house, we spent our wedding night in that house, we had Brooks in that house, we got Jack (our boxer) in that house... I know home is where the heart is, but so much of my heart has been poured out in that house and leaving it just makes me so sad.
Please pray for us as we make this journey home... and create a new life down in Marlow!
Monday, May 16, 2011
Growing... Growing... GONE!
I haven't written in a while because someone hacked into our email account and I didn't have the password for my blogger account. BOO! So much has happened since the last time I wrote. I won't waste time with random chatting... let's get right down to the good stuff.
Brooks has been getting so big and mature over the past few weeks. He learned to roll over, started laughing, and even began eating solid foods (which Stephen doesn't get why they call "solids" since they are actually just a more chunky version of formula that we feed with a spoon). He now wears a size 2 diaper (which is a big deal because he was in Newborn diapers until he was almost 2 months old).
Stephen and I have been adjusting to parenthood... and just like I anticipated, there isn't as much "we" time as we might need. It's just difficult to find that time to spend together when there's so much going on with Brooks. I think we both feel like if we blink, we might miss something. Brooks' laughter brings so much joy into our home. When we tickle him, he laughs so hard he starts to cry because he can't breathe. He loves being tossed up in the air, he loves bath time and it makes him laugh when he splashes water all over the place, and he has recently started to love playing peek-a-boo and "Where's Brooks?"
Last week he had to go to his pediatrician for his 4 month check-up. He weighed 13 pounds, 12 ounces and was 25 1/4 inches long. He got shots and he only cried for about thirty seconds. The nurses laughed at him because his cry was so pathetic. He always has had such a tiny little cry... it's more of a whimper really. Another big change for me is that I have gone from a milk machine to slow drips. It has been so rough on me that my breastmilk is drying up because I wanted to feed him only breastmilk for at least a year, but sometimes God has other plans. We have started doing formula and breastmilk (against my wishes) but hey, we can't starve the boy!
Next topic- Mother's Day! It was wonderful. When you become a mother, sometimes you lose your identity. People stop hugging YOU when you show up at church, but want to grab your adorable baby instead. But the wonderful thing about Mother's Day is that people all the sudden remember you exist... and that lasts about fifteen seconds and THEN they want to grab your adorable baby. But hey, fifteen seconds is better than nothing.
Speaking of Mother's Day... I know when I first began this blog I was rather upset that I was unexpectedly going to be a mother. But I have to say, there is nothing better in this world (other than Christ's love for me, and then Stephen's love for me) than being a mother. The way Brooks' face lights up when he hears my voice makes my heart melt every time I look at him. I absolutely HATE being away from him overnight (mostly because I am scared when I get home he will be six feet tall like his daddy and have braces) but at the same time I love coming home to him after being away because somehow, he knows I'm home.
It's unreal to me how big Brooks already has gotten. He is such a big boy now, eating solids and sleeping through the night, that it breaks my heart to think that he is just going to KEEP growing. I know parents are supposed to raise a child and then let them go out into the world and be an adult... but he's only four months old and I am sitting here in tears thinking that one day he is going to leave me.
Growing (from newborn to solid foods)... Growing (from pre-school to high school)... Gone (graduating college and getting married)... he's always going to be my precious little baby boy. And I refuse to ever stop calling him Brooksie.
Brooks has been getting so big and mature over the past few weeks. He learned to roll over, started laughing, and even began eating solid foods (which Stephen doesn't get why they call "solids" since they are actually just a more chunky version of formula that we feed with a spoon). He now wears a size 2 diaper (which is a big deal because he was in Newborn diapers until he was almost 2 months old).
Stephen and I have been adjusting to parenthood... and just like I anticipated, there isn't as much "we" time as we might need. It's just difficult to find that time to spend together when there's so much going on with Brooks. I think we both feel like if we blink, we might miss something. Brooks' laughter brings so much joy into our home. When we tickle him, he laughs so hard he starts to cry because he can't breathe. He loves being tossed up in the air, he loves bath time and it makes him laugh when he splashes water all over the place, and he has recently started to love playing peek-a-boo and "Where's Brooks?"
Last week he had to go to his pediatrician for his 4 month check-up. He weighed 13 pounds, 12 ounces and was 25 1/4 inches long. He got shots and he only cried for about thirty seconds. The nurses laughed at him because his cry was so pathetic. He always has had such a tiny little cry... it's more of a whimper really. Another big change for me is that I have gone from a milk machine to slow drips. It has been so rough on me that my breastmilk is drying up because I wanted to feed him only breastmilk for at least a year, but sometimes God has other plans. We have started doing formula and breastmilk (against my wishes) but hey, we can't starve the boy!
Next topic- Mother's Day! It was wonderful. When you become a mother, sometimes you lose your identity. People stop hugging YOU when you show up at church, but want to grab your adorable baby instead. But the wonderful thing about Mother's Day is that people all the sudden remember you exist... and that lasts about fifteen seconds and THEN they want to grab your adorable baby. But hey, fifteen seconds is better than nothing.
Speaking of Mother's Day... I know when I first began this blog I was rather upset that I was unexpectedly going to be a mother. But I have to say, there is nothing better in this world (other than Christ's love for me, and then Stephen's love for me) than being a mother. The way Brooks' face lights up when he hears my voice makes my heart melt every time I look at him. I absolutely HATE being away from him overnight (mostly because I am scared when I get home he will be six feet tall like his daddy and have braces) but at the same time I love coming home to him after being away because somehow, he knows I'm home.
It's unreal to me how big Brooks already has gotten. He is such a big boy now, eating solids and sleeping through the night, that it breaks my heart to think that he is just going to KEEP growing. I know parents are supposed to raise a child and then let them go out into the world and be an adult... but he's only four months old and I am sitting here in tears thinking that one day he is going to leave me.
Growing (from newborn to solid foods)... Growing (from pre-school to high school)... Gone (graduating college and getting married)... he's always going to be my precious little baby boy. And I refuse to ever stop calling him Brooksie.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Grandparents
Brooksie,
I hope one day you will realize how wonderful your grandparents are. All of them. And all for different reasons.
Grandma & Grandpa Hudson have been trying to stimulate your mind since the day you were born. They brought you a stack of books up to the ceiling when they came to meet you for the first time. They want you to be smart and educated. Your Grandma Barb was a library director and Hud was a teacher. They both know how important it is to read to you and help you grown into a smart little man so you can be successful. Although they don't see you as often as the other two sets because they live so far away (Colorado) they love you very much and I know are looking forward to watching you grow into a young gentleman.
Grandpa & Grandma Garvin- You might think these two are nuts, and they are, but it's a WONDERFUL thing! They are SO much fun and are the most giving people you will ever meet... whether they are giving time, attention, or presents, they are always full of generosity! Grandma Janet has always been worried about your safety and health (that's the doctor coming out in her)... whether it's telling me not to let you fall off the coffee table, or and your Grandpa Daril is the complete opposite. He wants you to get dirty and do horribly dangerous things (like climb trees and wrestle with your daddy) because he wants you to learn to fall and get back up.
Grandpa & Grandma Sabedra- They raised me and I turned out okay. But other than that, two of the most wonderful and Christlike people you will ever meet. These two are concerned about your soul. Grandma Debbie is probably the most nurturing person you will ever meet and will spoil you rotten (probably as bad as Grandpa Daril), while your Grandpa Mike will want to teach you things (like Spanish) and make sure you are well prepared to be an adult. When he speaks, listen. You will find when you get older that he was usually right.
There are other people in this world who will treat you like their own grandchild. Like Ray & Lisha Collins, probably one of the most fun couples in the world to be around, Kent & Abby King, who helped (along with Ray & Lisha) to raise me and both of them are equally funny in their own way, and the Abbott's. When Kent Abbott tells you something, you should also listen, because although he is goofy sometimes, is probably the smartest business man I know and is willing to share that knowledge with you... so take it. Jalee Abbott is just like your Grandma Debbie, kind, fun, silly, and Christlike. Take advice from all of these wonderful people when they talk. Open doors for them. Give them lots of hugs and kisses. And let them tell you the same stories over and over again. Because at the end of the day, these people would probably give their life for you, so the LEAST you can do is be willing to listen to the same stories (that are probably NOT true because I was such a good child) about the terrible things your mommy did when I was younger.
With all that said, a few weeks ago (February 22-24, 2011)was the first time you stayed overnight by yourself with anyone other than me or your daddy. It was so hard to let you go (we met Grandma Debbie and Uncle Vincent in Chickasha to drop you off and have dinner). I cried in the restaurant for a few minutes and then cried the whole way home. You stayed two whole nights in a row... and I missed you more than words can ever say. But after one night of crying myself to sleep (which is ironic because the week you were born I also cried myself to sleep every night because I was scared to death I wouldn't like you) I soon realized that Grandma & Grandpa Sabedra raised me... and that you are in good hands. I missed you terribly, but with people like this in your life, you're gonna turn out alright too.
Love,
Mommy
I hope one day you will realize how wonderful your grandparents are. All of them. And all for different reasons.
Grandma & Grandpa Hudson have been trying to stimulate your mind since the day you were born. They brought you a stack of books up to the ceiling when they came to meet you for the first time. They want you to be smart and educated. Your Grandma Barb was a library director and Hud was a teacher. They both know how important it is to read to you and help you grown into a smart little man so you can be successful. Although they don't see you as often as the other two sets because they live so far away (Colorado) they love you very much and I know are looking forward to watching you grow into a young gentleman.
Grandpa & Grandma Garvin- You might think these two are nuts, and they are, but it's a WONDERFUL thing! They are SO much fun and are the most giving people you will ever meet... whether they are giving time, attention, or presents, they are always full of generosity! Grandma Janet has always been worried about your safety and health (that's the doctor coming out in her)... whether it's telling me not to let you fall off the coffee table, or and your Grandpa Daril is the complete opposite. He wants you to get dirty and do horribly dangerous things (like climb trees and wrestle with your daddy) because he wants you to learn to fall and get back up.
Grandpa & Grandma Sabedra- They raised me and I turned out okay. But other than that, two of the most wonderful and Christlike people you will ever meet. These two are concerned about your soul. Grandma Debbie is probably the most nurturing person you will ever meet and will spoil you rotten (probably as bad as Grandpa Daril), while your Grandpa Mike will want to teach you things (like Spanish) and make sure you are well prepared to be an adult. When he speaks, listen. You will find when you get older that he was usually right.
There are other people in this world who will treat you like their own grandchild. Like Ray & Lisha Collins, probably one of the most fun couples in the world to be around, Kent & Abby King, who helped (along with Ray & Lisha) to raise me and both of them are equally funny in their own way, and the Abbott's. When Kent Abbott tells you something, you should also listen, because although he is goofy sometimes, is probably the smartest business man I know and is willing to share that knowledge with you... so take it. Jalee Abbott is just like your Grandma Debbie, kind, fun, silly, and Christlike. Take advice from all of these wonderful people when they talk. Open doors for them. Give them lots of hugs and kisses. And let them tell you the same stories over and over again. Because at the end of the day, these people would probably give their life for you, so the LEAST you can do is be willing to listen to the same stories (that are probably NOT true because I was such a good child) about the terrible things your mommy did when I was younger.
With all that said, a few weeks ago (February 22-24, 2011)was the first time you stayed overnight by yourself with anyone other than me or your daddy. It was so hard to let you go (we met Grandma Debbie and Uncle Vincent in Chickasha to drop you off and have dinner). I cried in the restaurant for a few minutes and then cried the whole way home. You stayed two whole nights in a row... and I missed you more than words can ever say. But after one night of crying myself to sleep (which is ironic because the week you were born I also cried myself to sleep every night because I was scared to death I wouldn't like you) I soon realized that Grandma & Grandpa Sabedra raised me... and that you are in good hands. I missed you terribly, but with people like this in your life, you're gonna turn out alright too.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, February 19, 2011
I DO Have Readers!
Much to my surprise... I DO have readers! Well, reader. Singular. My precious little sister-like friend,Kendra , awarded me the honor of putting me on her "Blogs I Like to Read" list. Because of this, I must now write seven facts about myself and then tell blogs I like to read.
1. I never really liked babies/kids very much... and then my dang husband knocked me up (despite our attempts to avoid this) and now I can't get enough of my little six week old "Brooksie-Bear". (Don't worry... His real name is Brooks but I think the "ie-Bear" adds a nice touch. And he will probably hate me for it later, but I gave birth to him so I can call him whatever I want.)
2. I talk to my dogs like they are people, and then pretend like they talk back.
3. I am a total hypochondriac. Headache? It's probably a life-threatening illness.
4. I don't discriminate against ANY type of chocolate cake... I'm like the Cookie Monster, but with chocolate cake.
5. I am a workaholic. I was taking work calls while I was in labor. Seriously.
6. I don't drink anything except for water (and sometimes chocolate milk). But I drink too much water. Yes, this is possible. I drink so much my nutrients probably don't have time to absorb. Which means, I will probably die from some sort of nutrient deficiency (See Number 3).
7. If I invited you over for dinner and you showed up to a spotlessly clean house, wonderful dinner, and no piles of laundry... Chances are my husband did it... He even went to the store to buy the groceries to cook your dinner. Not that I don't LIKE to cook, clean, and do laundry... Stephen is just better at it. :)
Now, for the blogs I like to read other than Kendra's
Katy
Be envious of her humor.
Tracy
Because she always makes me want to be a better person after reading hers.
Suz
She hasn't updated in two months, but hers is great!
The Kohlbacher's
Their life-touching journey to parenthood and the adoption process. (This one is by invite only. If you are interested in having access to this one, let me know and I will ask if I can get you on the reading list.)
Amy Jo
She's just cute any way you look at it.
Last, but not least...
Marc Blackwell
World renown photographer, amazing stay at home dad, and married to one of my favorite people... Stacey (Gregg)
Now, I obviously read others... like Keisha, Rachel, Courtney, and many more... and I love those too, but these are the first ones I started keeping up with (except Tracy whom I forced into blogging because we got pregnant around the same time and I wanted her to blog it), so they have a special place in my heart.
1. I never really liked babies/kids very much... and then my dang husband knocked me up (despite our attempts to avoid this) and now I can't get enough of my little six week old "Brooksie-Bear". (Don't worry... His real name is Brooks but I think the "ie-Bear" adds a nice touch. And he will probably hate me for it later, but I gave birth to him so I can call him whatever I want.)
2. I talk to my dogs like they are people, and then pretend like they talk back.
3. I am a total hypochondriac. Headache? It's probably a life-threatening illness.
4. I don't discriminate against ANY type of chocolate cake... I'm like the Cookie Monster, but with chocolate cake.
5. I am a workaholic. I was taking work calls while I was in labor. Seriously.
6. I don't drink anything except for water (and sometimes chocolate milk). But I drink too much water. Yes, this is possible. I drink so much my nutrients probably don't have time to absorb. Which means, I will probably die from some sort of nutrient deficiency (See Number 3).
7. If I invited you over for dinner and you showed up to a spotlessly clean house, wonderful dinner, and no piles of laundry... Chances are my husband did it... He even went to the store to buy the groceries to cook your dinner. Not that I don't LIKE to cook, clean, and do laundry... Stephen is just better at it. :)
Now, for the blogs I like to read other than Kendra's
Katy
Be envious of her humor.
Tracy
Because she always makes me want to be a better person after reading hers.
Suz
She hasn't updated in two months, but hers is great!
The Kohlbacher's
Their life-touching journey to parenthood and the adoption process. (This one is by invite only. If you are interested in having access to this one, let me know and I will ask if I can get you on the reading list.)
Amy Jo
She's just cute any way you look at it.
Last, but not least...
Marc Blackwell
World renown photographer, amazing stay at home dad, and married to one of my favorite people... Stacey (Gregg)
Now, I obviously read others... like Keisha, Rachel, Courtney, and many more... and I love those too, but these are the first ones I started keeping up with (except Tracy whom I forced into blogging because we got pregnant around the same time and I wanted her to blog it), so they have a special place in my heart.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Poop Fingers
So about two years ago, I was checking a little girl's diaper in the church nursery and pulled back the diaper with one finger... and got poop underneath my fingernail. I puked. No, really, I puked.
Last night, I was changing Brooksie and I got poop under my fingernail. I wanted to puke... but instead, I laughed.
I've been saying for YEARS that I never wanted kids. I have been told that me having kids is a terrible idea when people saw a reaction I made to a screamer or a stinky diaper... BUT people also always say "It's different with your own kids!"
They didn't lie. Brooksie's poop doesn't stink.
Last night, I was changing Brooksie and I got poop under my fingernail. I wanted to puke... but instead, I laughed.
I've been saying for YEARS that I never wanted kids. I have been told that me having kids is a terrible idea when people saw a reaction I made to a screamer or a stinky diaper... BUT people also always say "It's different with your own kids!"
They didn't lie. Brooksie's poop doesn't stink.
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