Lincoln turned 10 months old Saturday and I turned the corner in my pregnancy, away from the dim, grim, exhausting, nauseating corner known as the first trimester. Yep - officially out of that mess again and entering the blissful trimester #2!
My 4-month doc appointment was short and sweet, delivered awesome imagines of the the new little baby (which is still 100% all boy, by the way), and gave the peace of mind that God is watching carefully over his little development. I must say, this pregnancy is FLYING by (no complaints here) and sometimes I have to remind myself that I actually have another being growing in my belly. I'm sure by the end of this trimester, though, I won't need reminding given that I'll be half the size of a waddling barn. :)
And in Lincoln news, in the past couple of weeks, he has learned to clap anytime someone says the word "YEA!!!" in an excited tone, signs "more" consistently every time he wants, well, more, and knows what "NO" means and will shake his head when he hears this word (the cutest thing ever). It's so amazing to us to watch his language development!
He has now graduated to expert crawler/cruiser and we think it's a matter of time before his first little steps take stride. In the past few days, he'll be standing, holding furniture, and then he'll let go and balance himself. He then looks at us, while balancing, with a huge grin on his face. Sometimes he'll even clap because he's so proud of himself, but this usually results in him falling down. Oops.
I've always become more relaxed on what I will feed him. I am giving him more solids instead of the straight pureed veggies and fruit. That's my developmental step.
So happy 10-months sweet Lincoln. I can't wait for you and your baby brother to meet!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The Prodigal Son
Three weeks ago Jason and I drove by the Animal Shelter here in town and I said "You know, I should just call them again - even though it's been 3 months, and see if they ever found a beagle on the side of the road...just for closure." Jason then responded with "I sure would like to find that Benny before we move." To that response I gently told him Benny was gone and I just didn't think there was much hope for that.
That was 3 weeks or so ago.
Today I drove by the shelter again and it reminded me I never did call. So I looked the number up on my navigation system on my phone and, though I felt entirely stupid for even calling - I called just to check.
Surprisingly they said they actually have a dog that somewhat matched his description. I then re-explained that he doesn't really look like a Beagle and gave some more specifics about him (trying to save myself the pointless trip). Then I said "The dog's been missing since Mother's Day." I got a sympathetic "Oh - this dog was just brought in the other day...but you can come look if you want?"
What the heck. I was in the area, so I stopped by. No high hopes. Zero expectations. Feeling quite ridiculous to even be going, to be honest.
The worker leads me back to the cage, I peek in (kind of nervously for some reason)...and folks, I met eyes with MY beagle that I had assumed gone forever. That's right - it was Benny. My eyes welled up with tears and I looked up at the worker and exclaimed, "That's my dog!!!!"
He was 15lbs lighter, unbridled in his behaviors and the pound said he was brought in a few days ago, covered in fleas and ticks, found wandering the streets. I asked what street, and sure enough, it was the street I lived on when I first brought him home as a puppy - clear on the other side of town.
So after all this time, our prodigal beagle whom we loved to hate, has returned. we're now again a family 5, going on 6. :)
We might have terrible luck with dogs getting out, but we sure have amazing luck with finding them!
That was 3 weeks or so ago.
Today I drove by the shelter again and it reminded me I never did call. So I looked the number up on my navigation system on my phone and, though I felt entirely stupid for even calling - I called just to check.
Surprisingly they said they actually have a dog that somewhat matched his description. I then re-explained that he doesn't really look like a Beagle and gave some more specifics about him (trying to save myself the pointless trip). Then I said "The dog's been missing since Mother's Day." I got a sympathetic "Oh - this dog was just brought in the other day...but you can come look if you want?"
What the heck. I was in the area, so I stopped by. No high hopes. Zero expectations. Feeling quite ridiculous to even be going, to be honest.
The worker leads me back to the cage, I peek in (kind of nervously for some reason)...and folks, I met eyes with MY beagle that I had assumed gone forever. That's right - it was Benny. My eyes welled up with tears and I looked up at the worker and exclaimed, "That's my dog!!!!"
He was 15lbs lighter, unbridled in his behaviors and the pound said he was brought in a few days ago, covered in fleas and ticks, found wandering the streets. I asked what street, and sure enough, it was the street I lived on when I first brought him home as a puppy - clear on the other side of town.
So after all this time, our prodigal beagle whom we loved to hate, has returned. we're now again a family 5, going on 6. :)
We might have terrible luck with dogs getting out, but we sure have amazing luck with finding them!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Funny Story
Funny thing happened last night...but as always, I must share the back story:
My husband started his new job in Bentonville last week and since then, has been meeting teachers and coaches and others in the community on a continual basis (he's Mr. Social). He'll come home telling me about some interesting people he has met, most of which he really enjoys thus far, but there has been this one couple that he has talked about MANY times over the past week. The wife is a volleyball coach and her husband coaches track. She's 5 months pregnant (one month ahead of me) and he keeps telling me how he really thinks I would like her and how he can see them being some of our good friends while at Bentonville.
Last night Bentonville played Siloam in volleyball (big rivals apparently) and Lincoln and I drove out o watch and hang out with Jason.
While we were watching, Jason pointed out (from behind) the volleyball coach he had been talking about and then found her husband from across the way and did the same. He really wanted me to meet both of them.
So after the game, a very familiar girl ran over to me saying, "You're Jason's wife???!"
Yes. This girl Jason's so desperately wanted me to meet cause he thinks we could be good friends is in fact an old friend of mine from Ft. Smith - Jennifer Hauser (well, Power now that she's married).
We both died out laughing because we had both been hearing about the other for the past week but had no clue we already knew each other!
By the way - Jason's face during this exchange was priceless. :)
So yes, Jason, we can be friends with them. Small world, but super excited to already have a friend there.
My husband started his new job in Bentonville last week and since then, has been meeting teachers and coaches and others in the community on a continual basis (he's Mr. Social). He'll come home telling me about some interesting people he has met, most of which he really enjoys thus far, but there has been this one couple that he has talked about MANY times over the past week. The wife is a volleyball coach and her husband coaches track. She's 5 months pregnant (one month ahead of me) and he keeps telling me how he really thinks I would like her and how he can see them being some of our good friends while at Bentonville.
Last night Bentonville played Siloam in volleyball (big rivals apparently) and Lincoln and I drove out o watch and hang out with Jason.
While we were watching, Jason pointed out (from behind) the volleyball coach he had been talking about and then found her husband from across the way and did the same. He really wanted me to meet both of them.
So after the game, a very familiar girl ran over to me saying, "You're Jason's wife???!"
Yes. This girl Jason's so desperately wanted me to meet cause he thinks we could be good friends is in fact an old friend of mine from Ft. Smith - Jennifer Hauser (well, Power now that she's married).
We both died out laughing because we had both been hearing about the other for the past week but had no clue we already knew each other!
By the way - Jason's face during this exchange was priceless. :)
So yes, Jason, we can be friends with them. Small world, but super excited to already have a friend there.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Last Night's Conversation
Yesterday after church (and the traditional 2-hour nap), Jason and I decided to start cleaning out the house, getting it ready to sell (or for the new baby's room - which ever comes first). Background information that is pertinent to this story includes the fact that my adorable, great husband takes up 80% of the closet space in our house (HOUSE - not just our closet). All of his suits and dress shirts consume the entire guest bedroom, of our drawer space, his clothes occupy 9/11 drawers, and in our closet alone, my clothes reside in only 3/7 spaces (who gets the top shelves in there? you guessed it: the 6'5 man).
So last night he decided to "consolidate" his clothes and make more space for the new baby and clear out clutter. And he sure did get on a roll. He worked for hours re-arranging and organizing. Now mind you, the man has an INSANE amount of basketball shorts and t-shirts...but his shoes more than quadruple the amount I have (sad, I know).
So as I'm folding clothes from all the laundry we did that day and preparing to put them all away, he says:
"Oh babe - let me show my new system (system??)..."
"When you put my clothes up, I now have separate shelves my basketball shorts need to be divided into...this shelf is for all Razorback shorts, this one for Bentonville shorts, and this one for all miscellaneous ones."
Seriously??? The only words that came to mind as I figured, "He must be joking...".
No folks. No jokes here.
In fact, he furthered to show me how he now had designated drawers for Razorback t-shirts, Bentonville t-shirts, plain t-shirts, and then all others...
And then it got worse.
I went to hang up some of his shirts (which are are also color-coordinated now) and he stopped me with a grin on his face as I reached to hang one on a plastic white hanger.
"Honey, do you see the pattern??" He said implying I was obviously doing something wrong.
"Um, I'm hanging your colored shirt with the rest of them...??? What's the problem??"
"Babe, these shirts all go on metal hangers...the white hangers are used for the shirts on the opposite rack now."
OH. MY. GOSH. are you SERIOUS!!!
So the remainder of the night was spent with me calling him a nerd and telling him I never new what a neurotic husband I had on my hands.
So last night he decided to "consolidate" his clothes and make more space for the new baby and clear out clutter. And he sure did get on a roll. He worked for hours re-arranging and organizing. Now mind you, the man has an INSANE amount of basketball shorts and t-shirts...but his shoes more than quadruple the amount I have (sad, I know).
So as I'm folding clothes from all the laundry we did that day and preparing to put them all away, he says:
"Oh babe - let me show my new system (system??)..."
"When you put my clothes up, I now have separate shelves my basketball shorts need to be divided into...this shelf is for all Razorback shorts, this one for Bentonville shorts, and this one for all miscellaneous ones."
Seriously??? The only words that came to mind as I figured, "He must be joking...".
No folks. No jokes here.
In fact, he furthered to show me how he now had designated drawers for Razorback t-shirts, Bentonville t-shirts, plain t-shirts, and then all others...
And then it got worse.
I went to hang up some of his shirts (which are are also color-coordinated now) and he stopped me with a grin on his face as I reached to hang one on a plastic white hanger.
"Honey, do you see the pattern??" He said implying I was obviously doing something wrong.
"Um, I'm hanging your colored shirt with the rest of them...??? What's the problem??"
"Babe, these shirts all go on metal hangers...the white hangers are used for the shirts on the opposite rack now."
OH. MY. GOSH. are you SERIOUS!!!
So the remainder of the night was spent with me calling him a nerd and telling him I never new what a neurotic husband I had on my hands.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
4 Days and Counting...Finally!!!
Here comes the countdown to my beautiful little sister's BIG DAY - the day where finally marries her junior high sweetheart and my senior prom date (ha - he was a good friend)...where she gets to start popping out little cousins for Lincoln and the mystery guy in my belly...where students loans are no longer paid by the parentals (I experienced this a couple of years ago)...where Jason and I will FOREVER get to have super fun double dates (they've been sporadic with these two over the years!)...where I no longer have to take up for my sister and threaten those that hurt her, cause she have her man to do all that dirty work (though don't get me wrong - I quite enjoyed it)...but most importantly, it's the day where I get to see my amazing sister continue on an incredibly journey that God has been so faithful to provide for her and Nathan and watch God use them both in mighty ways. What a good day it's going to be!
And here's the countdown:
Today - work, then head to the Fort for the evening with mom getting our nails done, shopping (I know, it's the Fort, but whatever), and some dinner
Thursday - doctor's appointment, work (the irrelevant things), then black/white BACHELORETTE PARTY!!! which will consist of dinner and party in our reserved room at Mohito's, then hitting up the infamous Dixon street (which hasn't been "hit-up" by me in what must be 20-something years)...pregnant lady + Bachelorette night should be interesting, and probably ending the night w/ me driving everyone home to Amy's house in the monster tank Expedition.
Friday - wake up and head to the Fort!!! Hang out with the in-laws and pass off the Mister Lincoln for the next 48 hours (they're in charge!), check into the hotel downtown, a little lunch and decorating, Rehearsal Dinner, and then off tot he town with the wedding party (tentative plans include Rib Room, Papa's, Karaoke, maybe a little Electric Cowboy??) - ha. should be REAL interesting.
Saturday - all the girly stuff, rehearsing two songs at the church with Stephen since he won't be there Friday night, pictures, then "da-da-da-da" (suppose to be the wedding song) - HERE WE GO!!!! Needless to say, I'm crazy excited. Fun times headed our way.
And here's the countdown:
Today - work, then head to the Fort for the evening with mom getting our nails done, shopping (I know, it's the Fort, but whatever), and some dinner
Thursday - doctor's appointment, work (the irrelevant things), then black/white BACHELORETTE PARTY!!! which will consist of dinner and party in our reserved room at Mohito's, then hitting up the infamous Dixon street (which hasn't been "hit-up" by me in what must be 20-something years)...pregnant lady + Bachelorette night should be interesting, and probably ending the night w/ me driving everyone home to Amy's house in the monster tank Expedition.
Friday - wake up and head to the Fort!!! Hang out with the in-laws and pass off the Mister Lincoln for the next 48 hours (they're in charge!), check into the hotel downtown, a little lunch and decorating, Rehearsal Dinner, and then off tot he town with the wedding party (tentative plans include Rib Room, Papa's, Karaoke, maybe a little Electric Cowboy??) - ha. should be REAL interesting.
Saturday - all the girly stuff, rehearsing two songs at the church with Stephen since he won't be there Friday night, pictures, then "da-da-da-da" (suppose to be the wedding song) - HERE WE GO!!!! Needless to say, I'm crazy excited. Fun times headed our way.
Monday, August 3, 2009
3 Month Appointment (with new baby!)
Today the ultrasound said I am 3 weeks, 1 day pregnant and the little monster (I mean "monster" in a cute, adorable way) is due February 14th - 4 days past when the ole doc predicts. These visits have their joyous moments (seeing the little thing) and the not-so-joyous ones (gyno exams - fun stuff). Fortunately for me, the doctor has yet to do the latter...and I'm not reminding him. :)
And then the details:
Blood Pressure - 90/66 (my blood apparently flows with little to none pressure)
Weight - up one pound (I stood in disbelief because I was CONFIDENT is was more like a 10-pound gain...thanks to good ole nighttime bloating).
And on to the baby (the important stuff):
I got the "high-tech" machine today - the one where the images are insanely vivid, in a fantastic, but kind-of-eerie way?? Score at today's visit. When he pulled up the images of the little one, the baby was going crazy - I mean literally GOING CRAZY. Swinging arms and legs, rolling around, moving head from side to side...Dr. Hill couldn't even get a good read on a heartbeat at first because the baby would move everytime! He kept saying, "Oh my gosh this is an unbelievably active baby!"
My first thought?
It must be a boy.
Dr. Hill laughed and responded saying we wouldn't be able to tell any of that for a couple of months.
And then it happened folks.
Completely unexpected.
Totally unpredictable.
Catching me and the doctor off guard (your doctor's not suppose to be caught off guard, EVER!).
One of the baby's poses suddenly consisted of the baby spreading his legs wide apart, perfect angle, clear-as-day image, making me and the doctor gasp and suddenly look at each other.
"Doctor Hill, does that mean it's a BOY??!!" I exclaimed pointing to the detailed screen.
He said he never sees it this early, but the little guy decided he wanted to show us ahead of schedule.
I asked the doc what percentage he was confident (expected around the 50's since it's SO early).
"97%," he said with a smile.
So that's it...more boys to fill the testosterone-laden McMahan house!!!! We're thrilled!!!!
And then the details:
Blood Pressure - 90/66 (my blood apparently flows with little to none pressure)
Weight - up one pound (I stood in disbelief because I was CONFIDENT is was more like a 10-pound gain...thanks to good ole nighttime bloating).
And on to the baby (the important stuff):
I got the "high-tech" machine today - the one where the images are insanely vivid, in a fantastic, but kind-of-eerie way?? Score at today's visit. When he pulled up the images of the little one, the baby was going crazy - I mean literally GOING CRAZY. Swinging arms and legs, rolling around, moving head from side to side...Dr. Hill couldn't even get a good read on a heartbeat at first because the baby would move everytime! He kept saying, "Oh my gosh this is an unbelievably active baby!"
My first thought?
It must be a boy.
Dr. Hill laughed and responded saying we wouldn't be able to tell any of that for a couple of months.
Dr. Hill was snapping shots left and right and he was able to get tons of angles since the baby kept twisting and turning - posing.
And then it happened folks.
Completely unexpected.
Totally unpredictable.
Catching me and the doctor off guard (your doctor's not suppose to be caught off guard, EVER!).
One of the baby's poses suddenly consisted of the baby spreading his legs wide apart, perfect angle, clear-as-day image, making me and the doctor gasp and suddenly look at each other.
"Doctor Hill, does that mean it's a BOY??!!" I exclaimed pointing to the detailed screen.
He said he never sees it this early, but the little guy decided he wanted to show us ahead of schedule.
I asked the doc what percentage he was confident (expected around the 50's since it's SO early).
"97%," he said with a smile.
So that's it...more boys to fill the testosterone-laden McMahan house!!!! We're thrilled!!!!
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