Some of my favorite things...from Baby A

Though Baby A may not have an audible voice yet, I've found some things that I know are his favorites based on his gymnastics in my growing belly.

• Red Grapes
• Swimming Pools
• Church (Worship and Sermons)
• Daddy's voice
• Hank Williams (Sr.) music
• Late night TV (He's already taking after Andrew!)
• Giraffes, Crocodiles, and a white "mus"

The latter "favorite" is strictly (obviously) our influence... we hope he likes these stuffed characters in his life... but, I mean...who wouldn't like a crocodile named Cyrus?

Baby A also loves all his family and friends who already love him before they've even met him. Speaking of friends - specifically girlfriends - I'm convinced he has one already... last night I was holding my friend's 3 month old baby girl... She was enthralled with my belly; she just stared and stared and was moving her mouth without a sound - like she was telling my baby all the secrets of her newborn life. It was the cutest thing... he kicked and moved in response (to either her stare and gentle touch or my gigantic belly laughs). I can't wait to see him interact - from the outside - with his many baby friends.

Meet Cyrus McCormick

No this isn't the name we've chosen for our baby... its the rather random name for his stuffed crocodile (or krokodil as it's spelled @ Ikea where he's from).

Blessings

I’ve felt incredibly blessed lately in so many ways. For starters, everyone keeps asking me how I’m feeling… I really do feel great; sure I have minor discomforts that come from expanding and carrying a basketball on my front side, but generally, there are no complaints that can take away from the amazing miracle that grows and moves inside me daily. I can’t imagine hearing that question 5 times a day if I was feeling bad, but in keeping a positive perspective, you’d have to remember that pregnancy is a great gift. Don’t be a hater if you’ve had a rough pregnancy!!! I guess I’m just one of those annoying people who love being pregnant!

Another blessing has come in the shape of a pint-sized three year old. Twice a week for the past few weeks, my sweet little Lila has complimented my belly. “Ashley, I like your belly. It’s getting big.” Without fail, we have a conversation about Baby A – always initiated by this social and loving three year old. She calls him by his name, is concerned about him having a birthday party, worries about his food source… Her exact words that day were, “Is there milk in your boobies?” hahaha… easily my favorite comment of the day. Though she may not understand it, her curiosity and genuine interest speak volumes of love to me. What makes it even more special is that when we first told Lila we were having a baby, she took about 3 steps backwards and hid behind her mom’s legs as if to say, “No, you’re my Ashley. You can’t have your own baby.” I know that Lila’s excitement is an extension of her parent’s love for our baby boy whom they haven’t even met. For that, I am truly thankful.

I am also thankful for my friends and family who show their love for Baby A simply by loving me! My happy heart is just a glimpse of the joy and true thanksgiving we will be experiencing this upcoming Thanksgiving day. Hopefully we will have our baby boy in our arms... at home... eating a wonderful dinner cooked by my dad, the chef!

My Personal Superman

As usual with our house, one project turns into another. Repainting the baby’s room (the old guest room) led to emptying out that room, rearranging the computer room, to tearing out all the carpet upstairs. We’ve also scraped popcorn off the ceiling in the Jack & Jill bathroom and replaced old light switch/electrical outlets. Those projects bled into our downstairs which now holds newly painted baseboards and other miscellaneous furniture. Luckily Andrew is like Superman and has done all the work single handedly. The "we" I mention is 95% Andrew; my two hands are not much help these days though I’d love to be helping most of the time!

I woke up one night around 2 a.m. to hear the distinct sound of a roller putting paint on the wall. In any other household, the wife probably would have crawled out of the bed and asked her husband what the heck he was doing, but in our house, I sat up, smiled, and went back to sleep. It’s not unusual for Andrew to be most productive between the hours of 11 p.m. and 3 a.m.

So far, we’ve purchased baby’s bedding (Jungle Tales by NoJo), picked out the paint color (Herb Cornucopia by Valspar), ordered the crib (Serenity by Baby’s Dream), and we’ve begun to register at Target and Babies R Us. We also have decided on a floor/laminate color (Antique Tundra from Ikea). There’s still plenty of time before my due date, but I’m anxious to get as much done – as soon as possible... all thanks to my personal Superman.

Can he kick it? Yes he can!

Monday night, July 13th... I felt my baby boy kick!

A week prior Ashley and I were sitting on the couch watching TV as she gets a big smile on her face and puts her hand on her belly. "I think he's hiccuping" she said. I couldn't believe it and was immediately jealous that I couldn't partake in the experience except to feel the love and awe from Ashley's face as she concentrated on her belly. She hadn't felt a lot of movement (that I know of) yet and this was very special.

I expressed my jealousy and asked how long I would have to wait until I could feel the baby move or kick. She had read that most women with the first baby might go until 25wks before they feel kicking themselves and it can be a couple weeks after that for the Dad to feel anything.

Not liking this news that I might have to wait another month and a half or even two months to feel my boy kick I only had one option. I leaned in towards Ashley's belly and had my first Father-Son talk. In a jokingly-serious Dad voice I called him by name (the name we think we're going to use) and said something along the lines of...
"Listen here _______, I know you're only at 20wks, and I've heard that some babies don't kick until around 25, but you're special and I expect more out of you. I want to be able to feel you kick by week 22... No... by the weekend of week 21. That's one and a half weeks from now so you should have plenty of time to get those legs strong in there. Ok little man?"

Well obviously I was joking... I joke around... its what I do. It was fun thinking of it as a 'Father-Son' talk. And to think ahead to how many we'll have and all that I can share and teach him and even more that he'll teach me.

Fast forward to the first day of Ashley's wk21 (Monday). Sitting on the couch Ashley gets that smile and puts her hand on her stomach. She grabs my hand and says he's kicking and you might be able to feel it but don't be upset if you can't. Trying not to get my hopes up I let her lead my hand to lay flat on her stomach and didn't feel anything at first. No surprises. Didn't expect to feel anything anyway... WAIT! Whats that?! "Ashley I think I felt him kick! I did! He just kicked again!"

This was awesome on so many levels. I really think I was totally speechless for a bit or was just keeping quiet (as if being quiet would help me feel kicking). In all I felt around 5 solid kicks all moving slightly within a small area. Almost immediately I told Ashley I decided he wasn't kicking and they were 'fist bumps' instead. She said "If they are fist bumps then our kid is Rocky". Ashley is funny sometimes too ;)

This One's for Baby A

Thanks to my fabulous stint of unemployment for the summer, I was able to scoot up the mountain to spend the day with my dad. His brother had just left, and among one of their favorite discoveries was a stocked trout pond. I somewhat jokingly asked my dad if he wanted another fishing partner for the day. He took me up on the offer, so I drove up to Blowing Rock and we headed into Foscoe to see if we could catch some trout.

The beautiful thing about this stocked pond was that you didn’t need any equipment or a license. You pulled up, picked out a pole, and a fish man gave you a net, a hook-thing (to get the hook out of the fish’s mouth), and a can of corn bait and a container of live worms. As we walked to the pond with the large fish, I started to second guess myself. You could clearly see huge trout swimming around just under the clear surface. “Do these fish really want to be caught, Dad?” He reassured me that the fish want to be caught! Moments later after he baited my hook and cast me out for the initial time, I had a bite. I got really excited and scared, but one of my first thoughts was, “This one’s for Baby A.” I reeled the sucker in and held the pole with a death grip as the fish flopped on the ground and my dad corralled it with the net. Still uneasy, I watched as he unhooked the hook with the dehooking tool (with minimal blood shed). The hook came out cleanly, and I continued to convince myself this was the right thing to do by saying, “At least the fish got an early lunch.”

We continued to fish for about an hour. I kept getting nibbles and the fish kept tying seaweed to my hook, but I had no more beginners’ luck. My dad snagged a few fish and let me try to reel them in; he said that was the fun part of fishing and he wanted me to have the thrill. I lost one, but got the other one in with a bit of a fight. He was huge… as far as trout in a fish pond are concerned. My pole bent, I struggled a little and finally we got him in. This one was definitely bigger than the first, a tad squirmy-er, and a bit bloodier. While he was still wiggling, I bravely held him tight in a towel to pose for a picture. This one, too, is for Baby A.


Aside from the bonding with my dad, truly a great time, I enjoyed watching the little kids, mostly boys, with their parents and grandparents. It was not at all difficult to fast forward my mind to 2-3 years from now and see my son with his dad and my dad excitedly by the water’s edge reeling in their first catch.

Fueled by a desire to be a good mom to a little boy, in one day, I touched a worm, reeled in two fish, and even ate a small portion of our nearly six pound catches. Its all for you, Sweet Baby A.

Traveling Little Man

Not even born yet and our little man is definitely getting indoctrinated into one of the ways this family loves to spend time… traveling! It is a passion for both Ashley and me. A passion that we’re sure will have to change while we wait for the birth and then first part of baby A’s life. We’ve already had to bow out of a mission trip to Europe and spending our vacation time mostly in one place, as we have this past week, is almost alien compared to our normal traveling schedules running from here to there. That being said I know neither of us would have it any other way. We’ve already been to Europe a few times, are sure to go on future mission trips, and I’m finding that spending a bulk of time in one place doing nothing but relaxing on the beach really isn’t all that bad. For someone who usually likes to run all over and visit as many places and do as many things as possible… this vacation has been about as opposite as it could be. We did still fit in some little side trips here and there (cousin Jennie’s wedding, visit parents and see friends about to have a baby soon) but it was the most time we’ve spent in one place for a vacation yet.

Our little slice of heaven is just North of Southwick Beach on Lake Ontario. We’ve spent a very relaxing and calm week with weather as good as one could ask for in CNY this time of year. Me getting burnt while floating on a tube ‘to Canada’ on the first day and Ash getting a nice tan all week is evidence of the weather we’ve had. A week filled with falling asleep in the hammock, bombing around on the jetski, playing with the dogs in the waves, getting some sun and simply spending time with Ashley and watching the baby grow in her belly.

That last part really has been really fun lately. Ashley’s belly goes some days without much change while others there seems to be a huge difference overnight. We’re trying to be diligent about taking pictures periodically to chart her growth which is fun to look back at already and see the amazing transformation.

The picture above is from the camp looking out past the totem pole to the sunset over Lake Ontario. Now watching every sunset (and the very seldom seen sunrise) reminds me of the song ‘Sunrise to Sunset’ by Paul Wright. Most reading this probably have never heard of him but he is a great musician that Ashley and I have been following for a few years now. Paul is a Christian artist with an acoustic/chill/surf sound out of Oregon (Check out some of his music here). The main lyrics to the song are ‘Sunrise to sunset… let me not forget… all that you’ve done for me. Sunset to sunrise… help me keep my eyes… upon your Glory.’ It brings you back to the majesty of the sunset and who created it. It’s not just ‘something pretty’ or ‘cool’ to look at. Its amazing that the same God that created each and every sunset and sunrise is at work inside Ashley putting together our little miracle that we’ll get to meet in about 5 months. He knows the plans he has for me, Ashley and our baby. He knows his name, what he’ll look like, and where we’ll go on family trips/vacations together down the road.

Venice, Munich, Cozumel, Pacific Northwest, Colorado Rockies, Florence, Cinque Terra and Prague… As much as I love to travel and loved all of these places… It’s becoming apparent more and more each day that thoughts of visiting these places will fade to the background as my son arrives. Ashley and I had a blast watching our dogs running and playing in the sand and waves, but more than once commented how awesome it will be to see our son running and playing on the beach. Then I started daydreaming to sometime in the future simply watching him playing in the backyard in a similar manner. No exotic location… no far off land. Just Charlotte, North Carolina in good ol’ Cameron Wood neighborhood. There’s no doubt that traveling will continue to be a love for Ashley and I and we hope our son will feel the same one day. We look forward to long road trips as well as overseas adventures. Until that time comes up again we’ll continue to travel in our minds to the not so far off future when our family of 2 becomes 3!