Skiing

My parents started me in ski school when I was a little kid. Although I don't remember my own experience that well, we do have the video to back up Ashley's freak out experience when she had had enough and threw her skis on the ground and she huffed off in the middle of her ski school experience up at Alpine Meadows in Lake Tahoe. Although we would ski from time to time when we came out to visit while I was growing up, I can honestly say that I have never skied since moving out here over 13 years ago.

I think Dustin has been counting down the minutes as to when he could take Taylor for the first time although both of us knowing it could really go either way with her. She tends to be either hot or cold with things. For over a year he has been pointing to the mountains and showing her youtube videos and talking to her about how he is going to take her skiing. It has gotten to the point that whenever Taylor sees the mountains, especially snow in the mountains, she talks about skiing in the mountains with daddy. Well, on Saturday, he finally got his shot! There's been a few times he had contemplated it, but we both felt it was best to at least take control over those things that we could. In other words, take her up on a day when the sun was shining, she was in a good mood, etc. Beyond that, it was out of our control.

Dustin took her on Saturday morning to go rent the skis and that of course started with a meltdown. She didn't want to take off her princess boots to put on the ski boots. (I have a whole other blog post dedicated to the beauty of Taylor at age 3 right now...) Bribing didn't calm her down as it usually tends not to do, so he pulled out the phone and turned on a video of people skiing. She loved it and was then inspired to try on some ski boots. Way to go daddy!

The other enticement for skiing was that she was meeting two of her cousins, Tate and Bryson, up there, Two of her favorite things in this world are her cousins and her friends so she was all about going skiing when she knew that they were going too. I didn't go to see her ski. Hannah and I stayed behind, but apparently she loved it!

Tay with her cousins - Tate and Bryson

I guess her favorite part was when she went up on the lift (the little lift) with her daddy and then went down the hill with him in between his legs. I guess we always knew we had a little daredevil on our hands. Below is just a little video on one of the flatter parts. But I must say, I was a proud mama! One thing I have learned with Taylor is to expect the unexpected... When I am expecting her to behave, she doesn't. And I never expected this on her first day!

(If you listen really close, Taylor says "don't watch me"... that's my girl. Attitude and all! :)

Halloween, etc.

Yes, Thanksgiving is tomorrow which is why I at least need to do a little Halloween wrap up before the remaining holidays came and went. I swear the holidays just get better and better as Tay gets older. When we carved pumpkins this year, Taylor wanted to have a happy one and a bad one so here they are...

It was like she had to pay hommage to the pumpkins everytime she walked into the house. Too cute for words.

At preschool, Taylor and her little class sang a couple of songs. It was so cute. It's been so fun to see how much she loves school and her teacher.

A few months back Dustin brought home the Wizard of Oz for Tay to watch. I was like there is no way that you are showing that movie to our two year old, she will have nightmares for weeks! He insisted so I told him that when she's up in the middle of the night, it's his problem, not mine. He agreed. Of course, I was completely wrong. She absolutely LOVED the movie! At first her favorite was the "green witch", but then Dorothy won out which is why SHE decided to be Dorothy for Halloween. Since she was torn and really loved the "green witch", I told her I would be that. Dustin jokingly asked her what he should be and she said the Tin Man. So it was then that the Tate family took on the Wizard of Oz...

Taylor is 3

I can't believe that my little girl is 3! Granted, it happened a few weeks ago, but it's still hard for me to believe. Dustin and I were racking our brains about our lives three years ago before Taylor was born and just how quickly everything happened and the miracle that she was and has been in our lives. It really was just the flip of a switch that our lives went from a sense of emptiness to complete and utter fullness. And she did that! And now we have a feisty little red head that will keep us on our toes for at least the next 15 years, but we wouldn't have it any other way.

So of course our little redhead would want an Ariel birthday party since that is her favorite princess so a Mermaid party it was. She invited her best friends and cousins and it was the most darling thing ever. The only thing missing was her friend Lilly who got sick that day and couldn't come. So first we decorated princess crowns.

Mia, Taylor, Charlotte, Allie and Maggie. Tay couldn't ask for better friends or cousins. She is the luckiest girl in the whole world!

And then what's a Mermaid party without a Mermaid cake attempted by yours truly, but not executed quite as well as hoped for, of course.

And then there was the Treasure Hunt put together by daddy. Daddy did an excellent job of putting together some clues and they had to find the items in the yard. Cousin Bo was there to help as well. The final clue led to the garden where they dug up the treasure chest with some candy for each of them. Dustin did a darling job. It was seriously so cute. I was so proud of him!

I think that they had already found the dinglehopper and were either onto Sebastian or the seashell...

And can I just give a very special thank you to my sister in law Savanna and my friend Josette. They stayed and helped out during the party. Dustin came home for some of it too, but there is no way I could have done it without those two ladies, they were a huge help to me so a special THANK YOU to them.

And here is the birthday girl blowing out all of her candles, after an outburst during the birthday song informing us she wanted to eat on the grass!

My 3 year old Birthday Princess who at times can look so angelic...

And her birthday present to me... Potty Trained... woohoo!!! Finally!

Sisters

Well I think that this may be a record for how long I have gone without blogging. And I have missed so much, but I am definitely not going to go through it all. I think the one thing that has been on my mind the most lately has been sisters. I don't know how I got so lucky to be blessed with two girls. It makes me think about my sister. Since there is just the two of us. Work happened to be a little slow for her when Hannah was due so she came out a little before she was born and spent almost and entire month out here with me. I know Dustin was a little anxious about that and as excited as I was for her to help out, I honestly didn't think that we would last that long, but she gave all of us a more precious gift than we could have ever asked for. Taylor got enough attention through it all, Hannah was well taken care of, I got in a few extra naps and somebody to talk to (besides Tay) throughout the day and Dustin and I even got in a couple of dates and he even got some home cooked meals those first few weeks since I had some extra energy! And my girls some precious time with their aunt. My sister was amazing! We would laugh about memories and I would feel bad because we didn't always get along growing up. I wasn't a very good big sister. But just being with my sister was a reminder of how grateful I was that Taylor and Hannah had each other. Because anyone with sisters knows there will be both good times and bad...

So Hannah is now 3 months! She has got to be one of the happiest babies I have ever seen. It's funny how you start to compare things about your kids and what I remember from Taylor at this age. Taylor was always standing and holding up her head really well. Hannah is weak sauce in that regard. She refuses to stand and doesn't hold her head up well. HOWEVER, she has the most beautiful smile and she is smiling and talking all day long. I can't stop giving her kisses all day long and neither can her big sister. She is sleeping through the night for the most part. She loves the water, pool and baths (as most babies do). She is a really easy going baby just as Tay was. She mainly cries when she's hungry, wants to be held or needs to be changed. I just can't get enough of her!!!!

Hannah and her Daddy after her Baby blessing on 7/31

Grandma Ann and Hannah - Grandma crocheted her dress!!!!

Taylor is about to turn three and giving me a run for my money! People say three is worse than 2, but then it gets better. I'm not sure if it will ever "get better" with her. I think she's one that's always going to keep me on my toes! She can make me want to rip my hair out one second and then she is as cute as a button then next second and can make me melt. Her favorite things right now are riding in the trailer of the bike with her daddy. She's really into the Disney movies and is known to even cry in Snow White, are we sure she and I don't share the same DNA? She loves her friends. For some reason at the beginning of the summer she was terrified of the pool (although she loved it last summer). Thank goodness we overcame that fear and she loves to swim again. I'll try to post some belly flop footage next go around. I could not ask for a better big sister for Hannah. Her only fault is that she wants to give too many kisses or just be all over her. Or that she is bratty to other people (family members included) when she throws her hand up at them and says "No! My baby Hannah". I have a feeling she will be an over protective big sister. Hannah may not like it, but it sure can be cute! At least right now...

Now that Dustin is totally and completely outnumbered, we were talking about daughters a month or so ago in the car. He had been talking to a guy who was about to have his first kid which was a boy. He is hoping to have all boys. Without any prompting from me or any gasps upon that remark from the other guys remark, Dustin said something to the effect that he feels he would've been completely deprived if he didn't have a daughter. The conversation went on and he went into more detail, but it still brings tears to my eyes when I think about him saying that. I think it's not only just because of the joy and the specialness that Taylor has brought to our lives, and now Hannah. But I think it's just how special these individual little girls are. WE'RE the lucky ones.

Sisters... and hopefully one day BFFs

Allow Me to Introduce...

Hannah Lynn

Our new addition was born last week and we of course couldn't be more excited! Of course she decided that she had to make a dramatic entrance so for those of you who have yet to here the story, here's how it all went down. It's a long post, so only if you feel like a long read...

I was due on Saturday, April 30th, but even after a membrane strip a few days prior, nothing was happening so I figured I would just be induced the following week. In a moment of what I consider complete inspiration, my doctor decided that I go in for a Non Stress Test instead of another doctor's appointment (a few days after my due date) since he didn't have any clinical visits that week. Anyway, I went in for my test and after being hooked up to the machine for less than 10 minutes, Baby Hannah's heart rate pretty much fell off the monitor for a few minutes. The next thing I knew the nurse was calling for a wheelchair and telling me that we were going downstairs to Labor and Delivery. I thought that they got the baby's heart rate back on the monitor because it was beating so fast, but soon realized it was just mine because I was freaking out. The nurse told me Hannah probably leaned on the umbilical cord for a couple of minutes, but I'm trying to stay calm while I'm freaking out on the inside. I'm calling Dustin to come to the hospital, again, trying to stay calm since I'm really not sure if I'm overreacting on the inside or not. He of course, was ecstatic so apparently I didn't make things sound too serious. Next, I'm calling my mom to get on a plane and calling my sister who luckily came into town a few days before to let her know she'll be spending the day with Taylor.

The rest of the day remained interesting. They got me into a room right away and hooked me up to a monitor. When I heard the baby's heartbeat, I felt at ease again. They started me on the pitocin and it was around 930am. The doctor assisting my doctor was supposed to break my water around 1130am. Dustin was asking her if that was what it was supposed to look like since it didn't seem like anything came out. She was kind of snotty and said yes, so Dustin didn't question anymore, I mean what did we know.

4 hours went by, every time they increased the pitocin, Hannah's heart rate would drop and my contractions still weren't that strong. That's when my doctor came into check on me and asked how the epidural was going. I told him I didn't have strong enough contractions for an epidural yet. He was surprised, asked about my water being broken. So, he double checked and realized that in fact my water hadn't been broken. When he broke my water, that was a little more what Dustin and I expected would happen when my water was going to break. I don't think any additional details are needed there.

It didn't take too long after that for the contractions to increase and the pain to set in. However I didn't realize that I just had to ask for the epidural. I thought I would get checked to see if I had dilated to a certain point or maybe the nurse would ask. After a couple of hours, I was in some serious pain and told the nurse and she finally asked and I was like “I can have the epidural?” And she was like “Of course, didn't you know that?” Apparently, not... Anyway, once that happened, life was much better, at least for about an hour or so. Except for the fact that my doctor informed me that he had been on call all night the night before and he asked if it was okay that he not be there for the delivery. No, it wasn't, but who was I to say that? At least I was familiar with the doctor he was handing me off to, but sad he wouldn't be delivering my baby.

My mom had just arrived and Dustin's parents took Taylor to get something to eat. I was almost fully numb when my nurse came in telling me that there were going to be a lot of people coming into the room. Apparently Hannah's heart rate had once again dropped off the map, but this time for a long time again. So when my nurse came in and realized that I was fully dilated, the next thing I knew there were what felt like 20 people in the room. 10 nurses, 2 NICU doctors, an OB and they were paging the doctor who was supposed to deliver my baby, but she hadn't quite made it yet. They were putting an oxygen mask on me and then getting me ready to push because they needed to get Baby Hannah out as soon as possible. Apparently, when I would lay on my side her heart rate would go up. So after another dose of epidural since we thought I might need a c-section, about 45 minutes of pushing and a forceps delivery, Hannah Lynn was born at 758 pm. All 5 lbs, 2 oz and 20 inches of her. When she came out, she was white, almost grayish, and limp. Her eyes were wide open, but I swear I thought she wasn't alive. They had Dustin cut the cord and then they took over to the NICU doctors within just a couple of minutes, she was crying. We later found out that the cord was wrapped around her neck and apparently that was causing most of the problems. It wasn't until talking to the pediatrician the next morning that I found out that they actually had to resuscitate her. But through all of that, it of course could have been worse, but in our world, she turned out perfect and only gets more beautiful every single day.

Taylor has been a champ. I was going to post a month or so ago about her terrible two's that I have been enduring, but she has been just amazing since Hannah has come. She just wants to hold her and feed her and burp her. Sometimes we have to make her keep some distance for Hannah's own safety, but it's amazing how she seems so big now and how it feels like she has grown up months since Hannah's arrival. I think that Quique has taken it the hardest! And then there is Dustin who finds it nearly impossible to sit still for more than 5 minutes. And yet he sat by my side in the hospital from first thing in the morning until late at night (thanks to my mom and sis for taking Taylor) just holding Hannah, doing work and never complaining. I seriously feel like the luckiest/most blessed mom alive (but I know that there are many of you out there that feel the exact same way). She has already changed a ton since we left the hospital so I guess it's time to take some more pics and post them...