xo
casey
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Showing posts with label Bella. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 4, 2014
well... there ya go.
i've been wanting to get back into blogging. i've got too much to say, and apparently facebook isn't big enough to say it on.
the last few weeks, i've been racking my brain on topics to blog about, and then it dawned on me that more often than not have i been told my own reality show is waiting for me.
and then, it happened...
before i could move,
before i could grab a towel,
before i could hold my breath...
last night's dinner, today's breakfast, and snacks were staring at me in the face, on the rug, and so very apparently, on ME.
dear lord, please tell me why after being the oldest of two sisters, and a mother of two children, can i not stomach the aroma of well, puke?
i just can't.
i try with all of my motherly might, but after multiple gag fests, i throw in the towel.
literally.
i called my husband, and like the strong stomached knight in shining armor that he is, he spoke those sweet sweet words,
"don't worry, i'll take care of it."
oh sweet baby jesus!
thank you!
agape, love in action right there, folks.
yep.
maybe, she ate something bad.
maybe, its a bug.
either way, it pains me to see her this way.
off and on, again--
relief and then hurt.
praying this passes, soon.
very soon.
ps. the sun is finally peeking out. that's a good sign, right?
xo
casey
the last few weeks, i've been racking my brain on topics to blog about, and then it dawned on me that more often than not have i been told my own reality show is waiting for me.
and then, it happened...
before i could move,
before i could grab a towel,
before i could hold my breath...
last night's dinner, today's breakfast, and snacks were staring at me in the face, on the rug, and so very apparently, on ME.
dear lord, please tell me why after being the oldest of two sisters, and a mother of two children, can i not stomach the aroma of well, puke?
i just can't.
i try with all of my motherly might, but after multiple gag fests, i throw in the towel.
literally.
i called my husband, and like the strong stomached knight in shining armor that he is, he spoke those sweet sweet words,
"don't worry, i'll take care of it."
oh sweet baby jesus!
thank you!
agape, love in action right there, folks.
yep.
maybe, she ate something bad.
maybe, its a bug.
either way, it pains me to see her this way.
off and on, again--
relief and then hurt.
praying this passes, soon.
very soon.
ps. the sun is finally peeking out. that's a good sign, right?
xo
casey
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Baby Blues
i've been meaning to write this post for a while now... that and errr other posts, because well, like always, its been forever and a day since my last post. this post is very near and dear to my corazon, however. its a huge part of me that is letting go... a part of me that i feel i am losing...
i was a very very early 20 when i got pregnant with my first child... i didn't know much about being a mom... i mean, heck, i barely knew anything about being an "adult"... obviously. ha. it was rough being a young mama... i lived with my parents off and on, and lovingly, my hubby (boyfriend at the time) came with. being pregnant was hard... i hated how my body developed into this weird ginormous shape, and how everywhere i went people thought i was having twins. (ugh) bottom line, Preggersville just wasn't a beautiful story me, in my opinion... at the time... today, i see it much differently, thankfully.
so, you can imagine, breastfeeding wasn't something i really cared about it... i didn't really really know about it until after it was too late. 6 weeks i breastfed... probably the longest 6 weeks of my 20 year old life (aside from the last 3 weeks of being pregnant).
this go round... nearly 6 years later, breastfeeding came a whole lot easier... not to be confused with easy, but easier. and here i am at 5 and half months, still breastfeeding. i will note that no, she is no longer on the breast, and that yes, i pump... with a hand pump, and have been since day 1. (i am proof your milk doesn't run out solely because of pumping) For more on my pumping woes (and possibly a good laugh), click HERE.
anywho... here's the hard part...
with my hubby working 60-70hrs a week, and on a night shift schedule (he is a machinist), things are a bit crazy around here. time is extremely limited in our household, and we are always always on the go. "Sunday Funday" has taken on an entirely new meaning, as that is the only day of the week, we spend together. the hours in the day stretch as far as they can, but at the end of it, i run the household (not to be confused with the head of the household)... i do mostly everything except clean the kitty litter, take out the trash, grab the mail from down the street, and occasionally a load of dishes. and then, there is my business... the dreams i have for it... my goodness... sometimes, i think i'm crazy. a lot of focus is needed in that department as well. not to mention, i can't head out to a session that will occupy more than 3 hours of my time... that gets tricky, believe me. (similar to the one of two dates my hubby and i get every year... i spent half of it pumping. romantic, let me tell ya.) --- i won't lie, there are times where i feel like a single mom... i am so so so so very thankful for my husband... he is the epitome of a hard worker and his work ethic sets the bar high on any level. he's awesome at what he does, and he will do anything to make sure his family is taken care of, just as he has the past 6+ years we have been together. he is my blessings, and in return, i try my hardest to be a blessing to him. (proverbs 31)
with all that said, i have reached my breaking point... i often feel like the runner at the end of an excruciating race... you want to collapse, but you're so close, you know that isn't an option. yep, that's me... i am drained... mentally, physically, and spiritually. i feel like i'm driving on E, and everything is shutting down. there have been many nights where i have gone to bed in tears simply because i am so exhausted that i can't even fall asleep. my brain never shuts off, and my eyes won't shut... all because of the 5 to-do lists and 5 calendars i have staring at me non-stop, every.single.day.
ps. no, my youngest is not sleeping through the night, and i average about 5 hours of sleep per night total, if i'm lucky.
okay, now back to breastfeeding... i did the math...
with Bella eating every 3 hours and me pumping every 4, I averaged about 7 hours of my day dedicated to just pumping and feeding. SEVEN HOURS. (this doesn't include cleaning the pump.) this obviously interferes with our crazy schedule, and Aislynn is at the point where Bella is her BFF, but sometimes, she's really not... she was the only one for so long, and here comes another... its been rough on her. plus, with her starting school (she's been home with me most of her life), and her daddy working crazy hours and only getting to see him 15 minutes a day is painful for her little 6 year old heart. its a lot to take in and a lot to handle. and it got to the point where every time she turned around it was about Bella, and not her... i could see the hurt in her eyes, and it pained me. spending time with her is so very important to me!
the past half month, after lots of thought, prayer, and discussion with my husband, i have decided to boot the pump, and half way into the weaning process, i have found my home is a happier place. everyone seems happier now that mommy has "extra" time on her hands. its refreshing, yet at the same time i almost feel lost as if i'm not sure exactly where to start with the time i now do have... i was programed every 4 hours to relieve the girls... my schedule completely revolved around it. on top of that, the money saved is a HUGE bonus. but of course, nothing can top being able to give my baby girl nothing anybody else can. THAT is what hurts MY heart. i feel like i'm letting her down... like i'm letting my hard working husband down... My original goal was to breastfeed at least past 6 weeks, and then i got the hang of it, and was super ambitious and said up until a year. but... things change. i thankfully didn't experience postpartum depression this go round, but i think mainly because i didn't have the time to... however, now that i'm weaning, i think i might be in the first few stages... its depressing, really. i want to be able to give my little one the best, and i am making the choice not to. then, i think of the benefits of my new found time... "something's gotta give", right??
there is sooo much to be said as this is one of those topics, but i'd be here all day, and well, so would you by reading this... that's if you're still reading. ha.
mommys, for those who weaned early (and on purpose), how did you feel? how did you come to the decision, and how did you go from there? would absolutely love and appreciate your thoughts!
in the mean time, here's some updated goodies for ya!
faith & love,
casey
i was a very very early 20 when i got pregnant with my first child... i didn't know much about being a mom... i mean, heck, i barely knew anything about being an "adult"... obviously. ha. it was rough being a young mama... i lived with my parents off and on, and lovingly, my hubby (boyfriend at the time) came with. being pregnant was hard... i hated how my body developed into this weird ginormous shape, and how everywhere i went people thought i was having twins. (ugh) bottom line, Preggersville just wasn't a beautiful story me, in my opinion... at the time... today, i see it much differently, thankfully.
so, you can imagine, breastfeeding wasn't something i really cared about it... i didn't really really know about it until after it was too late. 6 weeks i breastfed... probably the longest 6 weeks of my 20 year old life (aside from the last 3 weeks of being pregnant).
this go round... nearly 6 years later, breastfeeding came a whole lot easier... not to be confused with easy, but easier. and here i am at 5 and half months, still breastfeeding. i will note that no, she is no longer on the breast, and that yes, i pump... with a hand pump, and have been since day 1. (i am proof your milk doesn't run out solely because of pumping) For more on my pumping woes (and possibly a good laugh), click HERE.
anywho... here's the hard part...
with my hubby working 60-70hrs a week, and on a night shift schedule (he is a machinist), things are a bit crazy around here. time is extremely limited in our household, and we are always always on the go. "Sunday Funday" has taken on an entirely new meaning, as that is the only day of the week, we spend together. the hours in the day stretch as far as they can, but at the end of it, i run the household (not to be confused with the head of the household)... i do mostly everything except clean the kitty litter, take out the trash, grab the mail from down the street, and occasionally a load of dishes. and then, there is my business... the dreams i have for it... my goodness... sometimes, i think i'm crazy. a lot of focus is needed in that department as well. not to mention, i can't head out to a session that will occupy more than 3 hours of my time... that gets tricky, believe me. (similar to the one of two dates my hubby and i get every year... i spent half of it pumping. romantic, let me tell ya.) --- i won't lie, there are times where i feel like a single mom... i am so so so so very thankful for my husband... he is the epitome of a hard worker and his work ethic sets the bar high on any level. he's awesome at what he does, and he will do anything to make sure his family is taken care of, just as he has the past 6+ years we have been together. he is my blessings, and in return, i try my hardest to be a blessing to him. (proverbs 31)
with all that said, i have reached my breaking point... i often feel like the runner at the end of an excruciating race... you want to collapse, but you're so close, you know that isn't an option. yep, that's me... i am drained... mentally, physically, and spiritually. i feel like i'm driving on E, and everything is shutting down. there have been many nights where i have gone to bed in tears simply because i am so exhausted that i can't even fall asleep. my brain never shuts off, and my eyes won't shut... all because of the 5 to-do lists and 5 calendars i have staring at me non-stop, every.single.day.
ps. no, my youngest is not sleeping through the night, and i average about 5 hours of sleep per night total, if i'm lucky.
okay, now back to breastfeeding... i did the math...
with Bella eating every 3 hours and me pumping every 4, I averaged about 7 hours of my day dedicated to just pumping and feeding. SEVEN HOURS. (this doesn't include cleaning the pump.) this obviously interferes with our crazy schedule, and Aislynn is at the point where Bella is her BFF, but sometimes, she's really not... she was the only one for so long, and here comes another... its been rough on her. plus, with her starting school (she's been home with me most of her life), and her daddy working crazy hours and only getting to see him 15 minutes a day is painful for her little 6 year old heart. its a lot to take in and a lot to handle. and it got to the point where every time she turned around it was about Bella, and not her... i could see the hurt in her eyes, and it pained me. spending time with her is so very important to me!
the past half month, after lots of thought, prayer, and discussion with my husband, i have decided to boot the pump, and half way into the weaning process, i have found my home is a happier place. everyone seems happier now that mommy has "extra" time on her hands. its refreshing, yet at the same time i almost feel lost as if i'm not sure exactly where to start with the time i now do have... i was programed every 4 hours to relieve the girls... my schedule completely revolved around it. on top of that, the money saved is a HUGE bonus. but of course, nothing can top being able to give my baby girl nothing anybody else can. THAT is what hurts MY heart. i feel like i'm letting her down... like i'm letting my hard working husband down... My original goal was to breastfeed at least past 6 weeks, and then i got the hang of it, and was super ambitious and said up until a year. but... things change. i thankfully didn't experience postpartum depression this go round, but i think mainly because i didn't have the time to... however, now that i'm weaning, i think i might be in the first few stages... its depressing, really. i want to be able to give my little one the best, and i am making the choice not to. then, i think of the benefits of my new found time... "something's gotta give", right??
there is sooo much to be said as this is one of those topics, but i'd be here all day, and well, so would you by reading this... that's if you're still reading. ha.
mommys, for those who weaned early (and on purpose), how did you feel? how did you come to the decision, and how did you go from there? would absolutely love and appreciate your thoughts!
in the mean time, here's some updated goodies for ya!
faith & love,
casey
Friday, September 28, 2012
Pump. Squeaky Squeaky. Pump.
man oh man!
breastfeeding.
oh, the hilarity!
i mean really.
the hilarity.
never a dull moment.
its like, "one day you're in... and the next, you're out."
literally.
with A, i was lucky enough to pump for 6 weeks. i was a clueless 20 year old, and well... the idea of breastfeeding just wasn't something i was enthused or thrilled about. the girls were youthful, so why on earth would i want to tamper with such quality? until we started forking over our life savings for a 23.4 oz can of formula, and by that time, unfortunately, it was too late for me to reopen the factory for business.
this go round... i am one determined mama. i mean a single can costs what? $25. hmm... i can think of a million other things i can do with that $25. like get my herrr did. =P
technically, i am no longer nursing... baby to boob, anyway.
after soaked bras, t-shirts, and boppy pillows, i had to look at my other options.
plus, squirting my kid in the face mid-nursing session wasn't all fun and games.
so, i did what any desperate nursing mom would do... i turned to the good old fashioned hand pump. non-electric, might i add. (yeah, so, i like hard work.) plus, the whole nursing in public thing... let me tell you, there once was a time where i was certain of being one friggin awesome multi-tasker. nah-uh. i was wrong. so very very wrong. major props to you public nursing mama's! y'all are magicians!
some days, it seems worth it... others, not so much.
the girls have been strapped up since the day i came home from the hospital. and let's not forget those nice breast pads that noticeably deform your bra under a cute simple t-shirt. then, not being able to take a shower until the tanks are empty, so you must plan accordingly, or you're forced to warn those around you to prepare their nostrils. "hard as a rock" has never had more meaning. your bras are just plain ugly. and worst of all, the sound of a squeaky pump... they really should design one squeaky free or one able to safely absorb the wonder that is WD-40. the.most.annoying.sound.ever. however, quite entertaining, if you get into a nice rhythm... all you need is someone rappin' to the beat. holla!
breastfeeding is literally a full-time job.
every 4 hours... they don't care if you're in the middle of eating, sleeping, of comforting your crying infant. if you go passed that 4 hour mark, shame on you! for shame!! you will now reap the consequences. the ladies, then send a signal to your brain to slow down the production. but wait... if you can't find the time to drain adequately, and a quicky pumping session is in order, not good... nope... not good at all. because, then, the ladies say, "ohh... i guess i don't need to produce anymore than what is already gone." <<<---------- this is how i picture the conversation between my boobs and brain.
must.pump.
i've become OCD about it all.
if there aren't a certain number of bottles nicely lined up in my fridge, i get nasty. real nasty.
my day goes to hell in a hand basket... and don't talk to me! seriously... don't. if you're stressing me out, don't even look at me, because thanks to you, i only pumped half of what i should. ugh.
let's get one thing straight... breastmilk is GOLD, and my fridge/freezer, a gold mine!
ha! no really... its that serious, folks.
as serious as literally crying over spilled milk...
i won't even go there.
cry me a river? no.
i will cry you an ocean and then some.
drinking water.
i have never.ever.ever in my life drank so much water on a daily basis. i sometimes have to argue with myself over having a glass of OJ, or a glass of water. the less water that goes in, the less milk that comes out. so, if you don't like water, sorry 'bout your bad luck. tough poop. git'r'done or go home!
when its all said and done, i think it goes without saying, if your hormones aren't jacked up enough after just having a baby... they'll get even more jacked up the longer your boobs are the main source of your kid's health and happiness. however... and a BIG however. i have never been more proud of myself... besides saving a chunk of change, the fact that my baby is getting nutrients that man himself can not replicate... mannnnnn... where is my super cape?? i am friggin awesome! at least in my tiny little world, i am. so many reasons to top shelf the pump, but i will push... i will fight... i will pump till i can't pump no more! i wasn't able to have both gals naturally, so this my homage to them, and to myself. something i have set my mind to... something, i can later pat myself on the back for a job well done!
originally, my goal was to only pump until about 3-5 months, but i am praying, i can tackle the entire year. yes, girrrrl, i am bold! wish me luck!
pump on my friends! pump on!
faith and love,
casey (pump pump)
breastfeeding.
oh, the hilarity!
i mean really.
the hilarity.
never a dull moment.
its like, "one day you're in... and the next, you're out."
literally.
with A, i was lucky enough to pump for 6 weeks. i was a clueless 20 year old, and well... the idea of breastfeeding just wasn't something i was enthused or thrilled about. the girls were youthful, so why on earth would i want to tamper with such quality? until we started forking over our life savings for a 23.4 oz can of formula, and by that time, unfortunately, it was too late for me to reopen the factory for business.
this go round... i am one determined mama. i mean a single can costs what? $25. hmm... i can think of a million other things i can do with that $25. like get my herrr did. =P
technically, i am no longer nursing... baby to boob, anyway.
after soaked bras, t-shirts, and boppy pillows, i had to look at my other options.
plus, squirting my kid in the face mid-nursing session wasn't all fun and games.
so, i did what any desperate nursing mom would do... i turned to the good old fashioned hand pump. non-electric, might i add. (yeah, so, i like hard work.) plus, the whole nursing in public thing... let me tell you, there once was a time where i was certain of being one friggin awesome multi-tasker. nah-uh. i was wrong. so very very wrong. major props to you public nursing mama's! y'all are magicians!
some days, it seems worth it... others, not so much.
the girls have been strapped up since the day i came home from the hospital. and let's not forget those nice breast pads that noticeably deform your bra under a cute simple t-shirt. then, not being able to take a shower until the tanks are empty, so you must plan accordingly, or you're forced to warn those around you to prepare their nostrils. "hard as a rock" has never had more meaning. your bras are just plain ugly. and worst of all, the sound of a squeaky pump... they really should design one squeaky free or one able to safely absorb the wonder that is WD-40. the.most.annoying.sound.ever. however, quite entertaining, if you get into a nice rhythm... all you need is someone rappin' to the beat. holla!
breastfeeding is literally a full-time job.
every 4 hours... they don't care if you're in the middle of eating, sleeping, of comforting your crying infant. if you go passed that 4 hour mark, shame on you! for shame!! you will now reap the consequences. the ladies, then send a signal to your brain to slow down the production. but wait... if you can't find the time to drain adequately, and a quicky pumping session is in order, not good... nope... not good at all. because, then, the ladies say, "ohh... i guess i don't need to produce anymore than what is already gone." <<<---------- this is how i picture the conversation between my boobs and brain.
must.pump.
i've become OCD about it all.
if there aren't a certain number of bottles nicely lined up in my fridge, i get nasty. real nasty.
my day goes to hell in a hand basket... and don't talk to me! seriously... don't. if you're stressing me out, don't even look at me, because thanks to you, i only pumped half of what i should. ugh.
let's get one thing straight... breastmilk is GOLD, and my fridge/freezer, a gold mine!
ha! no really... its that serious, folks.
as serious as literally crying over spilled milk...
i won't even go there.
cry me a river? no.
i will cry you an ocean and then some.
drinking water.
i have never.ever.ever in my life drank so much water on a daily basis. i sometimes have to argue with myself over having a glass of OJ, or a glass of water. the less water that goes in, the less milk that comes out. so, if you don't like water, sorry 'bout your bad luck. tough poop. git'r'done or go home!
when its all said and done, i think it goes without saying, if your hormones aren't jacked up enough after just having a baby... they'll get even more jacked up the longer your boobs are the main source of your kid's health and happiness. however... and a BIG however. i have never been more proud of myself... besides saving a chunk of change, the fact that my baby is getting nutrients that man himself can not replicate... mannnnnn... where is my super cape?? i am friggin awesome! at least in my tiny little world, i am. so many reasons to top shelf the pump, but i will push... i will fight... i will pump till i can't pump no more! i wasn't able to have both gals naturally, so this my homage to them, and to myself. something i have set my mind to... something, i can later pat myself on the back for a job well done!
originally, my goal was to only pump until about 3-5 months, but i am praying, i can tackle the entire year. yes, girrrrl, i am bold! wish me luck!
pump on my friends! pump on!
someone is officially OFFICIALLY 3 months!
Bella Boo @ 13 weeks old.
faith and love,
casey (pump pump)
Saturday, July 28, 2012
reality in the making.
being a mother of two human babies, 2 furry babies, 2 scaled babies, and a wife of a 10-12 working hour night shift machinist is really all its cracked up to be.
i'm tired. my boobs ache. my hair looks like it was attacked by static balloons. and i smell... like spit up and boobage. my house is dirty. the dishes are piled up. supper has been anything but. and i feel like a prisoner in my own home reminiscing of the days when hopping in the car with my 5 year old took 2 minutes tops, when now, its a nice 30. ha!
BUT,
my home is full of love, giddy laughs, and sweet sweet smiles...and occasional temper tantrums every now and then.
HOWEVER,
i can't shake the daily to-do list screaming at me, and in order to avoid injuring myself, its taking everything in me to look the other way, including holding back the tears of daily frustrations. knowing and realizing that i am not Super Mom. over the course of the past month, i have come to realize that yes, everything does have a rhyme and reason, a purpose, a specific time. and as badly as i wanted to birth Bella naturally, that wasn't God's plan, and i am beginning to see why... my patience... my unwillingness to dilute my perfectionism... the self diagnosed OCD-ism. now, the true task at hand -- i am to fully focus on being the best MOTHER i can be - not the nextMr. Mrs. Clean. and well... the wifey status... let's just say i have a loving husband who fully understands my daily unfashionable crazed and deranged look.
its been hard. i'm sure some mothers will read this and think, "is she serious?". yeah, i am. some mothers are naturally gifted and were literally born to BE that Super Mom. And perhaps i was too, but in a different light. for now, i'm learning the ropes, and today, those ropes are much easier to swing on than they were last week. a routine is being set into place, and i can proudly say, at 2.5 weeks, my baby girl slept through the night only waking up to eat, and then, right back to snoozville. day by day, the seconds, the hours... they get easier.
through it all, i have to remind myself that not only am i learning and adjusting, but after being in a my nice and cozy womb for 9 months, Bella is also learning and adjusting. (i'm sure she thinks we are crazy, btw.)
nonetheless, being a mother to 2 human babies, 2 furry babies, 2 scaled babies, and a wife to a 10-12 working hour night shift machinist is more than i could have ever asked for! life is exciting, and "dull" is never swimming in our very lively new vocabulary. every waking second isn't perfect, but its those imperfect moments that lead to those PERFECT moments. its the smile i see on my girls' face that say me and their daddy are their number one.
so incredibly in love with this darling little chunky face. enjoying the coo's and tiny smiles, especially. i love watching my new little gal pal grow, and i'm absolutely in love with the bond we have all created as a sweet little family of four.
faith & love,
casey
i'm tired. my boobs ache. my hair looks like it was attacked by static balloons. and i smell... like spit up and boobage. my house is dirty. the dishes are piled up. supper has been anything but. and i feel like a prisoner in my own home reminiscing of the days when hopping in the car with my 5 year old took 2 minutes tops, when now, its a nice 30. ha!
BUT,
my home is full of love, giddy laughs, and sweet sweet smiles...and occasional temper tantrums every now and then.
HOWEVER,
i can't shake the daily to-do list screaming at me, and in order to avoid injuring myself, its taking everything in me to look the other way, including holding back the tears of daily frustrations. knowing and realizing that i am not Super Mom. over the course of the past month, i have come to realize that yes, everything does have a rhyme and reason, a purpose, a specific time. and as badly as i wanted to birth Bella naturally, that wasn't God's plan, and i am beginning to see why... my patience... my unwillingness to dilute my perfectionism... the self diagnosed OCD-ism. now, the true task at hand -- i am to fully focus on being the best MOTHER i can be - not the next
its been hard. i'm sure some mothers will read this and think, "is she serious?". yeah, i am. some mothers are naturally gifted and were literally born to BE that Super Mom. And perhaps i was too, but in a different light. for now, i'm learning the ropes, and today, those ropes are much easier to swing on than they were last week. a routine is being set into place, and i can proudly say, at 2.5 weeks, my baby girl slept through the night only waking up to eat, and then, right back to snoozville. day by day, the seconds, the hours... they get easier.
through it all, i have to remind myself that not only am i learning and adjusting, but after being in a my nice and cozy womb for 9 months, Bella is also learning and adjusting. (i'm sure she thinks we are crazy, btw.)
nonetheless, being a mother to 2 human babies, 2 furry babies, 2 scaled babies, and a wife to a 10-12 working hour night shift machinist is more than i could have ever asked for! life is exciting, and "dull" is never swimming in our very lively new vocabulary. every waking second isn't perfect, but its those imperfect moments that lead to those PERFECT moments. its the smile i see on my girls' face that say me and their daddy are their number one.
so incredibly in love with this darling little chunky face. enjoying the coo's and tiny smiles, especially. i love watching my new little gal pal grow, and i'm absolutely in love with the bond we have all created as a sweet little family of four.
faith & love,
casey
Monday, July 2, 2012
why hello, darling.
my sweet baby girl is finally here!
words cannot describe the love filling our home this very second.
she has captivated our hearts!
blessed.
every time i look at her, my love for her grows.
she is precious and perfect in every way, and i praise God for giving us such a beautiful little blessing.
we are loving on her endlessly! i never imagined loving her so much. we just can't get enough of her sweet little face! and when she smiles, the world stops just for a moment, and in the moment, everything is perfect... absolutely perfect.
faith & love,
casey
words cannot describe the love filling our home this very second.
she has captivated our hearts!
blessed.
every time i look at her, my love for her grows.
she is precious and perfect in every way, and i praise God for giving us such a beautiful little blessing.
we are loving on her endlessly! i never imagined loving her so much. we just can't get enough of her sweet little face! and when she smiles, the world stops just for a moment, and in the moment, everything is perfect... absolutely perfect.
Meet Anabella Rose
Born: June 28, 2012 @ 4:12pm
Weighing 9lbs 9.8oz
Length: 20 3/4 inches
"For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb." -- Psalm 139:13
you knit me together in my mother’s womb." -- Psalm 139:13
casey
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