Saturday, March 31, 2012

Love When My Husband Cooks

Kevin's family and I all pitched in together and got Kevin a dream gift: the BlendTec blender. 
The Vitamix and BlendTec are neck and neck in desirability, so after lots of research and talking to people that had both, we chose the BlendTec. It's actually more powerful than the Vitamix, and the jar being square makes it easier to get the finished product out and clean up is a breeze. Plus, it fits under your cabinet when the Vitamix is a bit too big to do so, and we liked that fact.
It came with a cookbook and you can find Kevin in our kitchen these days peering into that thing declaring what it is he can't wait to make next.


Tonight was Chicken Tortilla Soup. This thing makes soups! On soup setting, the power of it gets going so much that it comes out with hot soups.

It's so cool getting to make and eat this fresh. Plus, it sure is nice to throw a whole carrot into the mix and watch it shred in seconds! No chopping and dicing for us.


We ate outside again tonight. This is going to be a very, very regular thing. I hope the bugs don't get out of control and ruin our summer outside meals! Hello, Off Candle!



Today has been amazing. Our town had a half marathon this morning. The course went in front of our house so me and Rubes went out and sat on a blanket on the sidewalk and cheered for all the runners.
Then we walked down to the square for the finish line and celebration.
Kevin and Ruby slid down a huge slide. She said "more?!" several times.
Then came home, had a smoothie and some lunch.

Ruby and I napped.
Kev did yardwork.

I woke up, took Ruby over to play at my Mom's for a bit.
I went and did a huge grocery trip. Complete with new ferns for the front porch and fresh basil and cilantro to plant!
I smiled and a rush of thankfulness and excitement came over me when I picked up and smelled the basil plant. Summer is soon.


And then Daddy made dinner and we ate outside.
And Clarence pooped right next to us.
CLARENCE!!!!!!!!

I love my life.
oh! praise report!
I FEEL BETTER!!!
I am being careful to take it easy so I don't slip right back into getting sick, but I am feeling so, so much better.
Told you it couldn't last forever:)
Keep ya head up.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Ruby Got Chickenpox

Or hand, foot, and mouth. Nobody knows for sure. The symptoms are very similar and she didn't have EXACTLY what the symptoms were of either one.
But she did get a fever, sore throat, stuffy nose, bad cough, etc. 
Then came a rash around her mouth, hands and feet. 
And then it spread all over her legs, hiney, arms.

When the sores were red and swollen and painful (itchy? 2 year olds cant tell you if it itches. She acted way more in pain than itchy and annoyed), Kevin made a paste out of Black Walnut and Vitamin A & E (our doctor told us to, it's not like we are natural geniuses and came up with that on our own)


We were not looking forward to putting the paste on her sores, thinking she would hate it.
WRONG!
It turned into like the coolest thing she's ever done. Body paint, ya'll!
Then we went outside, like anyone should do when naked and covered in Black Walnut paste, to let the stuff dry and to jump on the trampoline in the nude.


our little Dalmation

The best part about whatever this whole thing was...is that once she got past the sick part and once we put this stuff on her...she's been her regular happy self ever since. 

eating spaghetti squash and looking like an orphan girl on Annie
 The paste closed up all the sores and they are healing great. Sweet girl...

So I'd like to keep somewhat of a pregnancy journal to look back on for memory's sake.

How far along: 23 weeks
Cravings: none, now that I'm past first trimester. Pretty much what I always ate anyways.
Weight Gained: around 4 lbs.
Gender: girl...so they say. The ultrasound is so mysterious! I have no idea what to believe. But I'm going with girl!
Work done on the nursery: absolutely none
Things bought for baby: absolutely none
Energy level: absolutely none


Not complaining...just being honest.
I have been sick for about 4 weeks now.
Killer, killer headache. Coughing. Blowing my nose all day. Throbbing head. Nauseous to my stomach. Sinuses out of control. I am sure if you were to cut my body open you would see blood, muscles, fat, and tons and tons of green snot. Just, all over the place.
I want it all to leave sooooo badly.
I know all of my antibodies and sickness-fighting strength is going straight to the baby and saying "forget Jessica! She's 25! This new, young baby needs us now!"
Which...yes. I agree, antibodies. But could you multiply and share - please?

Everyday I say "this is my last day of being sick"
and while it hasn't exactly come to pass, I still believe it. I can't be sick forever.

If I'm being honest, I'm a little mad about it all. I've spent my whole pregnancy feeling poorly, pretty much. First trimester obviousness. Followed by this yucky stuff in the "glorious, honeymoon, energy-filled" second trimester.
I feel a little robbed.
I want to feel amazing and start nesting and cleaning and preparing.
I want to bend over and not have my head throbbing in pain.

BUT
I am believing that this is all going to be over with soon. I am on some new herbs, and I am patient with good spirits. Because, like I said...it can't last forever. And I know things are going to get awesome, and since I put in two really really hard trimesters, I'm thinking I'm going to have like, the best 3rd trimester in history and I will labor for a few minutes and laugh at a Kevin joke and out the baby will come.
Ok Lord?
Ok baby?
Ok body?
Ok.

p.s. We finally have a name for her! And just to tease and be annoying...I'm going to wait to tell you all until she's born. It starts with an N and you may guess but I will not tell you:)
I'm sure I probably will, lets be honest.


Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Backyard Birthday Picnic

Last night the man I love turned 27 on the 27th.
We were 17 and 18 when we met. And now we are closer to 30 than 20. agh!!!
Time flies, and we're happy experience that together.
He and I both worked all day (bummer) but when he got home we had an impromptu little outdoors dinner, complete with a pantless 2 year old.








I wrote him a list of 27 things I love about him. At the beginning of the list I thought to myself "gosh, this is a lot of things..." and kept going. By the time I hit twenty seven I was like NO! I have so many more!
You make it easy to love you, babe.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!
Love, your girls

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Raspy Voices and Sleepy Thursdays


I've had the pleasure to wake up to this scene two mornings in a row now.
Ruby and I are STILL fighting off stomach/fever/sinus/congestion/head/nasal whatever stuff.
It's been on and off for 3 weeks now. Insane!
I woke up in the middle of the night with severe back pain and I couldn't really breathe out of my nose and I just lost my grown up tolerance for unpleasant things in life.
I just cried because I was so tired.
Tired of being sick.
Tired of my back hurting.
Tired of not feeling good and being "down" for so long.
It just gets old.

I feel defeated when I get to a point that I have to take Tylenol. ESPECIALLY when I'm pregnant. I feel like a selfish sammy wuss that would rather take medicine that I know isn't good for my still-forming baby because I haven't slept well for a few days or because I am in great pain.
But...I do my best.
I pray over my baby and then take the stuff.

Today has been quiet and and the skies are grey.
It's been rainy here all week.
I turned on some Josh Garrells and, as always, was inspired.
I thought "it's been forever since I've just sat and played or written anything"
So, I did.
And it was fun and lovely, and then my back started hurting from the position my arms had to be in to hold the guitar.
Pregnancy:)


Anyway, normally Ruby never sleeps with us. Because she can't fall asleep and she just thinks it's hang out time.
But with her being sick, she coughs herself awake every few hours and really really needs us (though she insists on me) to lay/soothe her back to sleep each time. Enter: exhausted the next day.
So we let her fall asleep with us last night and minus a few wake ups we all slept so much better.
Sweet girl:(
Believing we wake up tomorrow completely new and healed!
I wouldn't mind some sunshine, either.

This may put me in the running for World's Worst Mother, but because Ruby has something (whatever it is), her throat has been really sore and she's lost her voice. Now she has the CUTEST raspy, hoarse voice and I love it.
And when she cries or throws a little tantrum? There's like...no noise that comes out. I have all the patience in the world! It's quite nice.

Of course, I'd rather her be whole and well.
It's just cute, okay?!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Lots of Pics for a Tuesday!

My schedule was a little different today which meant I got to start later than usual.
Ruby woke up extra early, and surprisingly, I was rested when I heard her knocking on her bedroom door to be let out for the morning. 
I love getting her from naps and nights. 
I open the door, sit down right there on my shins, and she throws her little arms around my neck and sits her shins on my thighs.
And she just rests there for forever.
Sometimes I get a pat on the back. 
And I usually always get a sweet and excited and tired "HI MOMMY!"


So this morning...we played.
Threw in a load of laundry.
Ate breakfast. Brewed coffee.



And let Daddy and Clarence sleep in.
For the first time in FOREVER.
Not Clarence, he sleeps in every day of his life.


Then I was off to work. Which means cleaning my salon as fast as possible because I didn't do it the night before:/
It also means taking a picture of myself so you can see the result of my cutting my hair into layers and side bangs on a whim at 10 or 11:00 the other night.
I think it turned out fine. I tried to do hippie hair with long bangs and part it down the middle but it just flat out looks bad on me. Back to ole faithful.


This is what my clients see all day. Me and my baby girl.


Where I spend every Tuesday and Friday afternoons. This is before I started cleaning it so pardon the mess everywhere.
It's such a sweet little spot, I love working here. My clients have told me they love coming to my home because there is such peace and love when they enter.
That's what I'm talking about.


Then, at around 7:30, I was done with hair. I was so pooped that I shut the door to the mess and thought I'll clean this tomorrow, I just want to see my family.
Walked in to my my man making a delicious meal, with a darling toddler on his hip, drinking new Blue Sky All Natural Cola sweetened with Truvia. Funny girl! She calls it juice.


Most before and after pictures are stunning and people prep the room just so.
I don't care that much. I'm just excited to show you something.
So I present to you:
Our unfinished as far as decor goes but I absolutely LOVE it Master Room




So clean and new and fresh. We absolutely love it. 
Thanks again, honey, for spending our anniversary celebration time and money on this room. 
You're the best of the best!

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Beautiful Saturday


Today we had the most beautiful weather. My mom called and said "let's meet for lunch and eat outside somewhere!" Didn't have to ask me twice!

We met my SIL, Nanny, and Mom at a delicious staple on the square and talked and ate for 2 hours, mostly about baby names. It was wonderful. Ruby pushed her nap back 3 hours to be a part of it but she didn't mind a bit. She was sweet and happy, using all her manners and pulling out the cute card non-stop.

Aunt Molly and Uncle Brady (my brother and his wife) got Ruby the CUTEST little teal Jansport backpack and these sunglasses for her birthday. She loves them. Instant big girl came over her. She was marching around in her backpack beaming with pride and joy. 



Hope it's gorgeous where you are.
Hope you get outside for a little bit, or at least drive with the windows down.
I've completely grasped and am completely thrilled that this little baby is a girl. A girl! I can't tell you how excited and thankful we are. I've been on cloud nine all day. Just thinking of her. Being half of Ruby's age, looking up at her while they dance for us in the living room, copying everything her big sister does. It's going to be wonderful.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Gender Reveal!

It's a...


GIRL!

TOOOOOOTALLY DID NOT SEE THAT COMING! 
Seriously couldn't be happier!!
Just processing it all. 
Immediately after we found out we had to hop in the car and meet the praise + worship team at the local theatre for a Jazz Tribute thing that someone in the church gave us all tickets to. 
We just got home and I'm about to crash, so I haven't been able to really grasp it all.

During the concert, I was bored out of my mind and got up to go to the bathroom. For some reason, in that big, beautifully lit bathroom all alone something in me clicked. And I bonded right then and there with my little girl. My second daughter. The sweet girl I've been given. I held my belly, looked down and smiled. I told her I love her and welcome to the family...you're a sister:)





going in to find out what our active little baby is
Will you please note how flat my belly looks while laying down? Is there even a baby in there you might wonder??
These are the tricky little things that threw me off. This pregnancy has been SO different than with Ruby. We absolutely KNEW Ruby was a girl, and this one, being opposite, just made complete sense it was a boy.
Wrong-o.



2 girls!!
Kevin is in heaven because he wanted a girl the whole time. 
"I want a girl, if I'm being completely honest, but at some point, I need a son to carry on the family name." is his quote on the whole thing. He would be thrilled with all girls he's said. We'll see!

A friend of ours' response was "Praise Yahweh! Jessica Number 3!" because Ruby and I are personality twins.

So, here we go! Two girls. 2 and half years apart. They are going to be best friends. Get married around the same time (they'll each get $500:) ), have babies together, share clothes. That's all far away.
For now...it will be Ruby showing this new little girl the ropes.
How to play with baby dolls, how to say sassa, how to command Kee Kee (Clarence) to do what you wish, and how to dance.

We cannot wait.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Feeling Awesome


Did you think I was trying to be cute and funny when I said I hadn't done laundry for a week and a half? Nope!
While Kevin spent every minute of his extra spare time working our room (looks awesome! Carpet ripped up, painted wood floors, new wall color, new trim, etc. Picture to come when it's put back together) and I spent every minute of my spare time lying on the couch wishing I could help and be useful but feeling terrible...the housework piled up all around us.

Sunday I had had it and I declared it being my last day of sickness. No more.
Monday I woke up and felt like a champ.

Turns out my nesting was waiting patiently for the sickness to leave because yesterday I hit it hard. 
Got most of the laundry washed, folded and put away.
Cleaned the bathroom sink, mirror, and toilet.
Cleaned Ruby's room.
Went grocery shopping at 8:45 at night WITH Ruby. (This time change has thrown us off a bit. Luckily we are stay-at-home people and life is a breeze with flexible schedules) 
Dusted our ceiling fan blades that haven't been cleaned in oooooooh six years.
Cleaned one window.
Cleaned three window sills.
I am sporadic, yes, but at least I am accomplishing!
Swept the floors. Apparently supposed to do that everyday. I'll get there.
Made dinner.
Helped put our room and closets back together after the trim work was done.

This is huge, people. I have been a bump on a log and a sad little sloth for weeks (plus the lovely period of pregnancy sickness BEFORE that) and now I feel like I'm back! I love this stage of pregnancy. It's 80 degrees outside with a cool breeze! I wish I was cleaning today but it's Tuesday and I work today. Getting to sit and blog in between clients and while Ruby naps is a fun little treat.
...................................................................................

I made oatmeal for breakfast yesterday and Ruby and I downed it. Oh my. Soooo yummy. Made more this morning and we both ate two huge bowls.

1/3 cup old fashioned oats
1/3 organic whole milk
1/3 water
1/2 banana sliced thinly
tbsp chia seeds
pinch of kosher salt

bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Stir quickly to "whip" them the thicker they get. You want them creamy and thick but a little liquidy. At the end, and a little pour of vanilla extract for smell and flavor. So good.

We did peanut butter, strawberry jam, coconut chips (a must!) granola for our toppings this day.
Today we did blueberry jam, pb, coconut chips, blueberries, and granola.

If your kids (or you) aren't breakfast eaters...they'll eat this! And not be hungry for a while. It's so filling and sooo yummy!


Here's to feeling like a real mom that can do more than lay on the couch surrounded by snotty toilet paper and dirty dishes.
Here's to gorgeous weather calling us outside.
Here's to the best days of our lives!

Love you. Bless you. Make this oatmeal.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

5 Years Ago Today

This happened. 


And while I can't say "this was the best day of my life" like some people describe their wedding day...I can say that this day started the best days of my life.


He was 21 and I was 20.
We dated for 3 years.
Got engaged in Jan 2007 and married in Mar 2007.
Some people thought we were nuts.
But we just knew.


I cannot describe the way I feel about this man.
And the cool thing is that I am way, WAY more crazy about him today than I was the day we got married.
I knew he was amazing...I just had no idea how amazing.

We are silly and we are serious.
We crack each other up and we will lay hands on and pray for one another.

We have a secret language we came up with that only we understand. Nobody's ever caught on! Sometimes I forget about it and he'll write me a note in our language in church or something and I just smile from ear to ear.

We appreciate each other's differences.
I love him even though he does not give very good back rubs (stays in the same place the whole time. I'm always like "babe! please move around!")
He loves me even though I hate road trips and that is his ideal vacation and joy and I kind of poop all over the idea. And he is so forgiving when he asks if I've seen his brown pants and I look at him with my tail between my legs and puppy dog eyes because I haven't done laundry in a week and a half. And he just smiles and says "it's ok!" and finds something else.

I am who I am because of this man, and he because of me.
We always tease each other that Kevin would still be a dork with lame jokes had he not of met me. And I'd probably be pretty mean and skanky had I not met him.
Thanks for seeing down the line and directing our steps, Lord!

Today...instead of being on a tropical cruise like we had always dreamed doing for our 5th anniversary...I am laying on the couch trying to recover from some stomach bug I've had for going on 2 weeks, and Kev is painting our bedroom. I'm sorry, but that actually IS romantic.
I told him "thanks for always being willing to change the house here and there and being willing to do these fun projects with (or in this case for) me." and he explained that he doesn't mind because he knows how much I love it and how happy it makes me.

So take that, cruise ship.

We'll try to do something sweet and a little more together and romantic next week or something when I am feeling better.


I just love that with him, I feel safe.
Never any doubt. Nothing hidden or unsure.
I tell him everything, and we adore each other.
He is the epitome of patience and unconditional love, he just amazes me.
Plus...hello. He's hot.

We have made so many big decisions together since we've been married that I think we can't help but be very close. We laugh about the days where I worked like a crazy woman and he was on the road and we had all this money and no responsibilities. And now we have no money, Kevin is home, and we absolutely could not be happier.
Nothing replaces family and being together.


Here's to the rest of our lives, babe.
I love you.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

I Want A Baby

I have no pictures.

Just posting that I am 20 weeks along, which means half way.
If I were running, I'd be mentally talking myself up right now that I can totally do this.
I'd say "just do what you just did again"
But I think running is harder than being pregnant.
I've never eaten two pieces of cheesecake while running.

A week from today we find out if we are having a boy or a girl!
I asked my mom to come because I knew it would mean the world to her since I don't really let anybody at my births. I'm private like that I guess? I'd rather have a stranger off the street see me birth than someone I'm close to and love. Weird.

Anyway, if you want to know my real opinion on this baby's sex it's this:

At first, I wanted a girl. Two girls! Sisters! So much cuteness filling this house.
The thought of a boy just seemed like a big disappointment, because all I know is girl.
Circumcision, getting peed on at diaper changes, gross clunky shoes and baggy jeans? YUCK!
Tshirts that say the dumbest things like "daddy's all star" and "team captain". Why? WHY?!
Then they hit puberty and are running around all the time and they smell awful.
Girls at the playground are soft and sweet and giggly.
Boys are like wild monsters, throwing dirt, pretending to be super heroes (vomit) and not agile whatsoever.

But then...I just knew that the baby in my womb was a boy. So I wrapped my mind around it.
And then I started to get excited about a boy. I wanted a boy!
A boy that snuggles with me and ultimately grows up to be either as good looking as my brothers or my husband? Yes! 
A guy that is like cool and mature and makes me proud by being all cool and manly? Yes!
Someone to carry on the Kiehn name and our family's legacy? Yes!
Someone to take out the trash? Yes!
I don't have to dress him in all the ugly clothes...I can be creative and find good boy ones out there (kevin thinks the clothes thing is so silly but, come on. It's fun to have your babies looking cute. Just like how you think your dog looks cuter after the groomers. Just like how you feel and extra pep in your step when you look cute that day!)


So I was all set and all excited. It's a boy. How cool. This is great. Ok, got it. Cool.
Having a boy means one less wedding we have to pay for.
Less makeup and drama as teens.
Then all my clients yesterday started telling me about how TOTALLY different their pregnancies were and the sex didn't matter at all. That this baby could very well be a little girl.

WILL SOMEONE PLEASE STOP THE ROLLER COASTER?!?!

haha! So here's where I stand:

I want a baby.

I really don't care at all what it is. 

 

I'll letcha guys know in a week if I'm going to be peed on or paying for another wedding.


Monday, March 5, 2012

At 2 Years Old


At 2 years old you:

-say all sorts of things. some very clearly, some still a mystery.
-answer "two" quite proudly and consistently when asked how old you are.
-are not exactly on the cusp of being potty trained. we'll get there. no rush.
-eat so, so good. you eat such grown up food. saurkraut and brown rice. salads with vinegar and olive oil dressing. grainy breads. 
-still love your pacifier. 
-think "kee kee" is just so cool.
-tell us "good girl, Daddy!" and use your manners very well and in all the right places.
-like to get your hair done in the salon.
-are a huge fan of breakfast
-you love barney on netflix and ask for it, and i'm good with that because it is so positive and cheesy and absolutely NO bad attitudes. 
-have become very close to me and want me the majority of the time. i am quite fine with this.
-say all the sounds farm (and some jungle) animals make. can say most of 1-10, just not necessarily in consecutive order. learning colors. learning letters.
-have started dancing and doing funny grown up movements with your hips and hands and eyes and expressions. 
-love to be tickled most of the time. and you make it VERY clear when it's not the time to tickle and you're not in the mood.
-love to have your teeth daily brushed because it means you get a chewable vitamin afterwards.
-looove babies at church and in public. parents always look at me like "seriously? she's so gentle with him!". force them to take their pacifiers, because who wouldn't want a sassa?!, wipe their faces and noses with a kleenex. kiss them. rock their carseat. hold their face in her hands. you're such a big sis.
-want to see what's going on on the kitchen counter all the time. i'm sure it gets very old looking at the backs of our thighs and the white cabinets. i don't blame you, girl. 
-love to meet my clients and be back there in the salon with the big girls. which all of my clients absolutely love.
-look at your dad with stars in your eyes sometimes. i know how you feel.
-are very, very obedient. i wish i could record and save forever the way you say "yes sir" and "yes ma'am"


Oh, and also...we adore you.


19 Weeks and Life Is Sweet!









The weather has been downright amazing this past week and looks like it will stay that way this week as well.

Clean houses and good weather are automatic happiness inducers for me.

We spent the other day out in the sun, I was reading a book, Ruby and Clarence were sidewalk chalking, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath in, look up at the sun, and thank Yahweh for a day like this…on March 1.


So in my 2 years of motherhood I have learned something big time.
Planning ahead takes more work but saves so much sanity.
Ruby needs to eat breakfast every morning. That's a fact.
She wakes up earlier than I'd like to, which is also a fact.
She reminds me of my little brother, because I remember my whole life growing up the SECOND he woke up, he'd ask in his little boy deep voice for food. I need a while to wake up…get my mind alert and then eventually I'll eat.

Not Ruby. The second she wakes up, she hugs us and pats our back, and then give it a minute and…"I go Mmm. I go Mmm"

Who wants to get out of bed,  still exhausted and whip up a healthy meal while half asleep? Maybe you, but not me.

Make them the night before and then pull it out of the fridge for your little ones (and you!) in the morning and you are good. Nutritious, healthy, and soooo easy!

I have a really busy day tomorrow with clients and know that I will have to juggle Ruby back in the salon with me as well as my clients. She'll need meals, naptime, and diaper changes. 
My clients will need their color put on and washed out at specific times.

Answer to not having a stressed day?
PLAN AHEAD!
With the pregnant body needing as much rest as possible, I can't spend all day going like crazy. 
So I'm gonna make and pack her snacks and meals today and figure things to keep her entertained.
I'm learning, and it's getting easier.
:)

I am now 19 weeks and 4 days along. This baby cracks me up! NOTHING like Ruby. I am carrying it soooo low. Every night when it's moving (a lot...like way more than Ruby ever did) it's so, so low. Like equal with my hip bones or lower. Is that normal? I remember Ruby being way higher? 
My belly isn't all that big and even a different shape. 
I feel really good these days (minus the cold. I literally cannot smell ANYTHING and now? I can't TASTE anything, so funny...)

Everybody hates Mondays but they are one of my favorite days of the week. 
A new start. I'm always so rested and ready on Mondays and I accomplish so much.
Bring on the new week!

Here's our weekly Sunday morning picture:




And Ruby in her new dress. The dress is absolutely perfect, but I must say Ruby makes it look even better :)
I am falling more and more in love with this girl. As challenging as a toddler can be...it's just that much of a blessing. They are so funny and sweet and cute and ornery and innocent. 

We are off to get started on our day.
Everyone have a great Monday!

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Saturday Morning

Today has been funny.

Me and Ruby both have colds, so we have been coughing, sneezing, snot-blowing, etc. I have started using her Boogie Wipes because my nose is red and raw from all the toilet paper I've been using on it.

My morning looked like this:
She was screaming crying, cranky, didn't feel good, just not sweet and not quiet. We couldn't find her pacifier ANYWHERE (she only has one now, they all vanish eventually) and I was desperate to find it because she is getting her 2 yr molars and doesn't feel well and I knew that would
1) soother her
2) quiet her
Desperate, I searched even though bending over with 4 lbs of snot in your pregnant head hurts very badly, and despite the spotless house with absolutely no wads of snotty toilet paper all over the place and wrappers and dirty dishes from eating in bed (ha) I couldn't find it. I was makeupless, braless, and helpless. We had to go to Walmart to get a sassa to soothe her and get her to sleep. (Kevin was gone helping a friend work at his house)
I slip on some shoes and grab her (despite her screaming and crying no) to change her diaper and put her clothes on so we can get in the car. I open her cloth diaper and....diarrhea. I had no idea because I cannot smell a thing with this cold. 
Because of that...it was one of my favorite poopy diaper changes ever.
Anyways, sweet girl:( I soothed her red bottom with some ointment, got her changed and got her in the car.
(In the middle of all of this she slammed her fingers in something, I wasn't in the room but she was crying sooo hard and came and showed me)

We fight the Saturday Walmart crowd, she had no shoes on, I had still no bra on (the thick sweater I threw on did the trick) and we were booking it to the baby section. I grabbed some disposable diapers and 2 sassas. The moment the *beep* was heard at the register and the pacifiers were handed to us, that package was opened and handed to the very desperate Ruby Kiehn.

We got home, closed the garage, walked in the kitchen and I set her down with a sigh of relief and enjoying the finally happy and quiet toddler. I walked into my room to grab something where I was greeted by a pile of Clarence vomit on my bed. On the sheets and the pillow and pillow case. Also some on the floor right next to my bed. In my hurry to get out of the house, I didn't put him in his kennel. He found every morsel of food in our house he could get his paws on. And then barfed it up.

This is where I lost it and did the crazy-person laugh. Because I didn't even have any energy anymore to be frustrated! I just picked up the majority of the VOM and plopped myself and the couch and smiled and texted Kevin. I can't even explain it...it was a miracle. It is a miracle Clarence is still next to me breathing. It's a miracle I didn't cry, or through a chair at a referee, or quit life then and there. I was still like actually happy and just thought "oh, I don't care..."

It was the weirdest yet coolest thing!

So, anyway...how was your Saturday morning? :)

Friday, March 2, 2012

Good Friends


This, my friends, is evidence of a good time had by two very cute toddler girls.

Kari Beth and Elle Louise came over this morning for a sort of last-minute-planned get together (my FAVORITE kind! It makes me nervous to plan something out a week in advance)

Anyways...Kari brought over this absolutely darling dress she made Ruby for her birthday! I can't get over how sweet it is, the picture doesn't do it justice. KB is a busy woman with her etsy shop, and it's no wonder why...she's so gifted! I absolutely love this special handmade dress for our Ruby James.


Kari Beth always leaves me feeling so, so thankful. She inspires me in such a unique way.
After she left and I had such a thankful-for-good-friends heart, I asked Holy Spirit why I felt so specifically drawn to Kari and you know what He told me?
Because she doesn't try.
She just is a good friend.
She doesn't bring you something to impress you at all.
She doesn't get your daughter something adorable for her birthday for your approval.
She gives without expecting anything in return.
She gives/shows up/helps/whatever because she loves to and because she wants to.

And that, I realized, creates the sweetest, most real and freeing friendship one could ever have.

She actually loves my daughter.
She actually loves me, and would do anything for our family.

Today we were sitting in what will be both the kids' room and she asked what my vision was for it. I pregnantly and tiredly said "I have a vision but I'm just too tired to make it all really happen. Money, and arranging with such a small space...it's kinda hard and we are limited..."
and the next thing I know, she is helping me arrange the crib and toddler bed and end table and chair to make the room cuter, more functional and closer to my vision.

It just really opened my eyes. How sweet and unselfish. What a good friend!

Today I have been encouraged to selflessly be there for people. To bless them for nothing in return but just because it's my joy to do so. That includes my husband, and my family.

And Kari Beth? I love ya girl:)
You had no idea, but you opened my eyes today.


Saturday, March 31, 2012

Love When My Husband Cooks

Kevin's family and I all pitched in together and got Kevin a dream gift: the BlendTec blender. 
The Vitamix and BlendTec are neck and neck in desirability, so after lots of research and talking to people that had both, we chose the BlendTec. It's actually more powerful than the Vitamix, and the jar being square makes it easier to get the finished product out and clean up is a breeze. Plus, it fits under your cabinet when the Vitamix is a bit too big to do so, and we liked that fact.
It came with a cookbook and you can find Kevin in our kitchen these days peering into that thing declaring what it is he can't wait to make next.


Tonight was Chicken Tortilla Soup. This thing makes soups! On soup setting, the power of it gets going so much that it comes out with hot soups.

It's so cool getting to make and eat this fresh. Plus, it sure is nice to throw a whole carrot into the mix and watch it shred in seconds! No chopping and dicing for us.


We ate outside again tonight. This is going to be a very, very regular thing. I hope the bugs don't get out of control and ruin our summer outside meals! Hello, Off Candle!



Today has been amazing. Our town had a half marathon this morning. The course went in front of our house so me and Rubes went out and sat on a blanket on the sidewalk and cheered for all the runners.
Then we walked down to the square for the finish line and celebration.
Kevin and Ruby slid down a huge slide. She said "more?!" several times.
Then came home, had a smoothie and some lunch.

Ruby and I napped.
Kev did yardwork.

I woke up, took Ruby over to play at my Mom's for a bit.
I went and did a huge grocery trip. Complete with new ferns for the front porch and fresh basil and cilantro to plant!
I smiled and a rush of thankfulness and excitement came over me when I picked up and smelled the basil plant. Summer is soon.


And then Daddy made dinner and we ate outside.
And Clarence pooped right next to us.
CLARENCE!!!!!!!!

I love my life.
oh! praise report!
I FEEL BETTER!!!
I am being careful to take it easy so I don't slip right back into getting sick, but I am feeling so, so much better.
Told you it couldn't last forever:)
Keep ya head up.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Ruby Got Chickenpox

Or hand, foot, and mouth. Nobody knows for sure. The symptoms are very similar and she didn't have EXACTLY what the symptoms were of either one.
But she did get a fever, sore throat, stuffy nose, bad cough, etc. 
Then came a rash around her mouth, hands and feet. 
And then it spread all over her legs, hiney, arms.

When the sores were red and swollen and painful (itchy? 2 year olds cant tell you if it itches. She acted way more in pain than itchy and annoyed), Kevin made a paste out of Black Walnut and Vitamin A & E (our doctor told us to, it's not like we are natural geniuses and came up with that on our own)


We were not looking forward to putting the paste on her sores, thinking she would hate it.
WRONG!
It turned into like the coolest thing she's ever done. Body paint, ya'll!
Then we went outside, like anyone should do when naked and covered in Black Walnut paste, to let the stuff dry and to jump on the trampoline in the nude.


our little Dalmation

The best part about whatever this whole thing was...is that once she got past the sick part and once we put this stuff on her...she's been her regular happy self ever since. 

eating spaghetti squash and looking like an orphan girl on Annie
 The paste closed up all the sores and they are healing great. Sweet girl...

So I'd like to keep somewhat of a pregnancy journal to look back on for memory's sake.

How far along: 23 weeks
Cravings: none, now that I'm past first trimester. Pretty much what I always ate anyways.
Weight Gained: around 4 lbs.
Gender: girl...so they say. The ultrasound is so mysterious! I have no idea what to believe. But I'm going with girl!
Work done on the nursery: absolutely none
Things bought for baby: absolutely none
Energy level: absolutely none


Not complaining...just being honest.
I have been sick for about 4 weeks now.
Killer, killer headache. Coughing. Blowing my nose all day. Throbbing head. Nauseous to my stomach. Sinuses out of control. I am sure if you were to cut my body open you would see blood, muscles, fat, and tons and tons of green snot. Just, all over the place.
I want it all to leave sooooo badly.
I know all of my antibodies and sickness-fighting strength is going straight to the baby and saying "forget Jessica! She's 25! This new, young baby needs us now!"
Which...yes. I agree, antibodies. But could you multiply and share - please?

Everyday I say "this is my last day of being sick"
and while it hasn't exactly come to pass, I still believe it. I can't be sick forever.

If I'm being honest, I'm a little mad about it all. I've spent my whole pregnancy feeling poorly, pretty much. First trimester obviousness. Followed by this yucky stuff in the "glorious, honeymoon, energy-filled" second trimester.
I feel a little robbed.
I want to feel amazing and start nesting and cleaning and preparing.
I want to bend over and not have my head throbbing in pain.

BUT
I am believing that this is all going to be over with soon. I am on some new herbs, and I am patient with good spirits. Because, like I said...it can't last forever. And I know things are going to get awesome, and since I put in two really really hard trimesters, I'm thinking I'm going to have like, the best 3rd trimester in history and I will labor for a few minutes and laugh at a Kevin joke and out the baby will come.
Ok Lord?
Ok baby?
Ok body?
Ok.

p.s. We finally have a name for her! And just to tease and be annoying...I'm going to wait to tell you all until she's born. It starts with an N and you may guess but I will not tell you:)
I'm sure I probably will, lets be honest.


Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Backyard Birthday Picnic

Last night the man I love turned 27 on the 27th.
We were 17 and 18 when we met. And now we are closer to 30 than 20. agh!!!
Time flies, and we're happy experience that together.
He and I both worked all day (bummer) but when he got home we had an impromptu little outdoors dinner, complete with a pantless 2 year old.








I wrote him a list of 27 things I love about him. At the beginning of the list I thought to myself "gosh, this is a lot of things..." and kept going. By the time I hit twenty seven I was like NO! I have so many more!
You make it easy to love you, babe.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!
Love, your girls

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Raspy Voices and Sleepy Thursdays


I've had the pleasure to wake up to this scene two mornings in a row now.
Ruby and I are STILL fighting off stomach/fever/sinus/congestion/head/nasal whatever stuff.
It's been on and off for 3 weeks now. Insane!
I woke up in the middle of the night with severe back pain and I couldn't really breathe out of my nose and I just lost my grown up tolerance for unpleasant things in life.
I just cried because I was so tired.
Tired of being sick.
Tired of my back hurting.
Tired of not feeling good and being "down" for so long.
It just gets old.

I feel defeated when I get to a point that I have to take Tylenol. ESPECIALLY when I'm pregnant. I feel like a selfish sammy wuss that would rather take medicine that I know isn't good for my still-forming baby because I haven't slept well for a few days or because I am in great pain.
But...I do my best.
I pray over my baby and then take the stuff.

Today has been quiet and and the skies are grey.
It's been rainy here all week.
I turned on some Josh Garrells and, as always, was inspired.
I thought "it's been forever since I've just sat and played or written anything"
So, I did.
And it was fun and lovely, and then my back started hurting from the position my arms had to be in to hold the guitar.
Pregnancy:)


Anyway, normally Ruby never sleeps with us. Because she can't fall asleep and she just thinks it's hang out time.
But with her being sick, she coughs herself awake every few hours and really really needs us (though she insists on me) to lay/soothe her back to sleep each time. Enter: exhausted the next day.
So we let her fall asleep with us last night and minus a few wake ups we all slept so much better.
Sweet girl:(
Believing we wake up tomorrow completely new and healed!
I wouldn't mind some sunshine, either.

This may put me in the running for World's Worst Mother, but because Ruby has something (whatever it is), her throat has been really sore and she's lost her voice. Now she has the CUTEST raspy, hoarse voice and I love it.
And when she cries or throws a little tantrum? There's like...no noise that comes out. I have all the patience in the world! It's quite nice.

Of course, I'd rather her be whole and well.
It's just cute, okay?!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Lots of Pics for a Tuesday!

My schedule was a little different today which meant I got to start later than usual.
Ruby woke up extra early, and surprisingly, I was rested when I heard her knocking on her bedroom door to be let out for the morning. 
I love getting her from naps and nights. 
I open the door, sit down right there on my shins, and she throws her little arms around my neck and sits her shins on my thighs.
And she just rests there for forever.
Sometimes I get a pat on the back. 
And I usually always get a sweet and excited and tired "HI MOMMY!"


So this morning...we played.
Threw in a load of laundry.
Ate breakfast. Brewed coffee.



And let Daddy and Clarence sleep in.
For the first time in FOREVER.
Not Clarence, he sleeps in every day of his life.


Then I was off to work. Which means cleaning my salon as fast as possible because I didn't do it the night before:/
It also means taking a picture of myself so you can see the result of my cutting my hair into layers and side bangs on a whim at 10 or 11:00 the other night.
I think it turned out fine. I tried to do hippie hair with long bangs and part it down the middle but it just flat out looks bad on me. Back to ole faithful.


This is what my clients see all day. Me and my baby girl.


Where I spend every Tuesday and Friday afternoons. This is before I started cleaning it so pardon the mess everywhere.
It's such a sweet little spot, I love working here. My clients have told me they love coming to my home because there is such peace and love when they enter.
That's what I'm talking about.


Then, at around 7:30, I was done with hair. I was so pooped that I shut the door to the mess and thought I'll clean this tomorrow, I just want to see my family.
Walked in to my my man making a delicious meal, with a darling toddler on his hip, drinking new Blue Sky All Natural Cola sweetened with Truvia. Funny girl! She calls it juice.


Most before and after pictures are stunning and people prep the room just so.
I don't care that much. I'm just excited to show you something.
So I present to you:
Our unfinished as far as decor goes but I absolutely LOVE it Master Room




So clean and new and fresh. We absolutely love it. 
Thanks again, honey, for spending our anniversary celebration time and money on this room. 
You're the best of the best!

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Beautiful Saturday


Today we had the most beautiful weather. My mom called and said "let's meet for lunch and eat outside somewhere!" Didn't have to ask me twice!

We met my SIL, Nanny, and Mom at a delicious staple on the square and talked and ate for 2 hours, mostly about baby names. It was wonderful. Ruby pushed her nap back 3 hours to be a part of it but she didn't mind a bit. She was sweet and happy, using all her manners and pulling out the cute card non-stop.

Aunt Molly and Uncle Brady (my brother and his wife) got Ruby the CUTEST little teal Jansport backpack and these sunglasses for her birthday. She loves them. Instant big girl came over her. She was marching around in her backpack beaming with pride and joy. 



Hope it's gorgeous where you are.
Hope you get outside for a little bit, or at least drive with the windows down.
I've completely grasped and am completely thrilled that this little baby is a girl. A girl! I can't tell you how excited and thankful we are. I've been on cloud nine all day. Just thinking of her. Being half of Ruby's age, looking up at her while they dance for us in the living room, copying everything her big sister does. It's going to be wonderful.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Gender Reveal!

It's a...


GIRL!

TOOOOOOTALLY DID NOT SEE THAT COMING! 
Seriously couldn't be happier!!
Just processing it all. 
Immediately after we found out we had to hop in the car and meet the praise + worship team at the local theatre for a Jazz Tribute thing that someone in the church gave us all tickets to. 
We just got home and I'm about to crash, so I haven't been able to really grasp it all.

During the concert, I was bored out of my mind and got up to go to the bathroom. For some reason, in that big, beautifully lit bathroom all alone something in me clicked. And I bonded right then and there with my little girl. My second daughter. The sweet girl I've been given. I held my belly, looked down and smiled. I told her I love her and welcome to the family...you're a sister:)





going in to find out what our active little baby is
Will you please note how flat my belly looks while laying down? Is there even a baby in there you might wonder??
These are the tricky little things that threw me off. This pregnancy has been SO different than with Ruby. We absolutely KNEW Ruby was a girl, and this one, being opposite, just made complete sense it was a boy.
Wrong-o.



2 girls!!
Kevin is in heaven because he wanted a girl the whole time. 
"I want a girl, if I'm being completely honest, but at some point, I need a son to carry on the family name." is his quote on the whole thing. He would be thrilled with all girls he's said. We'll see!

A friend of ours' response was "Praise Yahweh! Jessica Number 3!" because Ruby and I are personality twins.

So, here we go! Two girls. 2 and half years apart. They are going to be best friends. Get married around the same time (they'll each get $500:) ), have babies together, share clothes. That's all far away.
For now...it will be Ruby showing this new little girl the ropes.
How to play with baby dolls, how to say sassa, how to command Kee Kee (Clarence) to do what you wish, and how to dance.

We cannot wait.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Feeling Awesome


Did you think I was trying to be cute and funny when I said I hadn't done laundry for a week and a half? Nope!
While Kevin spent every minute of his extra spare time working our room (looks awesome! Carpet ripped up, painted wood floors, new wall color, new trim, etc. Picture to come when it's put back together) and I spent every minute of my spare time lying on the couch wishing I could help and be useful but feeling terrible...the housework piled up all around us.

Sunday I had had it and I declared it being my last day of sickness. No more.
Monday I woke up and felt like a champ.

Turns out my nesting was waiting patiently for the sickness to leave because yesterday I hit it hard. 
Got most of the laundry washed, folded and put away.
Cleaned the bathroom sink, mirror, and toilet.
Cleaned Ruby's room.
Went grocery shopping at 8:45 at night WITH Ruby. (This time change has thrown us off a bit. Luckily we are stay-at-home people and life is a breeze with flexible schedules) 
Dusted our ceiling fan blades that haven't been cleaned in oooooooh six years.
Cleaned one window.
Cleaned three window sills.
I am sporadic, yes, but at least I am accomplishing!
Swept the floors. Apparently supposed to do that everyday. I'll get there.
Made dinner.
Helped put our room and closets back together after the trim work was done.

This is huge, people. I have been a bump on a log and a sad little sloth for weeks (plus the lovely period of pregnancy sickness BEFORE that) and now I feel like I'm back! I love this stage of pregnancy. It's 80 degrees outside with a cool breeze! I wish I was cleaning today but it's Tuesday and I work today. Getting to sit and blog in between clients and while Ruby naps is a fun little treat.
...................................................................................

I made oatmeal for breakfast yesterday and Ruby and I downed it. Oh my. Soooo yummy. Made more this morning and we both ate two huge bowls.

1/3 cup old fashioned oats
1/3 organic whole milk
1/3 water
1/2 banana sliced thinly
tbsp chia seeds
pinch of kosher salt

bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Stir quickly to "whip" them the thicker they get. You want them creamy and thick but a little liquidy. At the end, and a little pour of vanilla extract for smell and flavor. So good.

We did peanut butter, strawberry jam, coconut chips (a must!) granola for our toppings this day.
Today we did blueberry jam, pb, coconut chips, blueberries, and granola.

If your kids (or you) aren't breakfast eaters...they'll eat this! And not be hungry for a while. It's so filling and sooo yummy!


Here's to feeling like a real mom that can do more than lay on the couch surrounded by snotty toilet paper and dirty dishes.
Here's to gorgeous weather calling us outside.
Here's to the best days of our lives!

Love you. Bless you. Make this oatmeal.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

5 Years Ago Today

This happened. 


And while I can't say "this was the best day of my life" like some people describe their wedding day...I can say that this day started the best days of my life.


He was 21 and I was 20.
We dated for 3 years.
Got engaged in Jan 2007 and married in Mar 2007.
Some people thought we were nuts.
But we just knew.


I cannot describe the way I feel about this man.
And the cool thing is that I am way, WAY more crazy about him today than I was the day we got married.
I knew he was amazing...I just had no idea how amazing.

We are silly and we are serious.
We crack each other up and we will lay hands on and pray for one another.

We have a secret language we came up with that only we understand. Nobody's ever caught on! Sometimes I forget about it and he'll write me a note in our language in church or something and I just smile from ear to ear.

We appreciate each other's differences.
I love him even though he does not give very good back rubs (stays in the same place the whole time. I'm always like "babe! please move around!")
He loves me even though I hate road trips and that is his ideal vacation and joy and I kind of poop all over the idea. And he is so forgiving when he asks if I've seen his brown pants and I look at him with my tail between my legs and puppy dog eyes because I haven't done laundry in a week and a half. And he just smiles and says "it's ok!" and finds something else.

I am who I am because of this man, and he because of me.
We always tease each other that Kevin would still be a dork with lame jokes had he not of met me. And I'd probably be pretty mean and skanky had I not met him.
Thanks for seeing down the line and directing our steps, Lord!

Today...instead of being on a tropical cruise like we had always dreamed doing for our 5th anniversary...I am laying on the couch trying to recover from some stomach bug I've had for going on 2 weeks, and Kev is painting our bedroom. I'm sorry, but that actually IS romantic.
I told him "thanks for always being willing to change the house here and there and being willing to do these fun projects with (or in this case for) me." and he explained that he doesn't mind because he knows how much I love it and how happy it makes me.

So take that, cruise ship.

We'll try to do something sweet and a little more together and romantic next week or something when I am feeling better.


I just love that with him, I feel safe.
Never any doubt. Nothing hidden or unsure.
I tell him everything, and we adore each other.
He is the epitome of patience and unconditional love, he just amazes me.
Plus...hello. He's hot.

We have made so many big decisions together since we've been married that I think we can't help but be very close. We laugh about the days where I worked like a crazy woman and he was on the road and we had all this money and no responsibilities. And now we have no money, Kevin is home, and we absolutely could not be happier.
Nothing replaces family and being together.


Here's to the rest of our lives, babe.
I love you.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

I Want A Baby

I have no pictures.

Just posting that I am 20 weeks along, which means half way.
If I were running, I'd be mentally talking myself up right now that I can totally do this.
I'd say "just do what you just did again"
But I think running is harder than being pregnant.
I've never eaten two pieces of cheesecake while running.

A week from today we find out if we are having a boy or a girl!
I asked my mom to come because I knew it would mean the world to her since I don't really let anybody at my births. I'm private like that I guess? I'd rather have a stranger off the street see me birth than someone I'm close to and love. Weird.

Anyway, if you want to know my real opinion on this baby's sex it's this:

At first, I wanted a girl. Two girls! Sisters! So much cuteness filling this house.
The thought of a boy just seemed like a big disappointment, because all I know is girl.
Circumcision, getting peed on at diaper changes, gross clunky shoes and baggy jeans? YUCK!
Tshirts that say the dumbest things like "daddy's all star" and "team captain". Why? WHY?!
Then they hit puberty and are running around all the time and they smell awful.
Girls at the playground are soft and sweet and giggly.
Boys are like wild monsters, throwing dirt, pretending to be super heroes (vomit) and not agile whatsoever.

But then...I just knew that the baby in my womb was a boy. So I wrapped my mind around it.
And then I started to get excited about a boy. I wanted a boy!
A boy that snuggles with me and ultimately grows up to be either as good looking as my brothers or my husband? Yes! 
A guy that is like cool and mature and makes me proud by being all cool and manly? Yes!
Someone to carry on the Kiehn name and our family's legacy? Yes!
Someone to take out the trash? Yes!
I don't have to dress him in all the ugly clothes...I can be creative and find good boy ones out there (kevin thinks the clothes thing is so silly but, come on. It's fun to have your babies looking cute. Just like how you think your dog looks cuter after the groomers. Just like how you feel and extra pep in your step when you look cute that day!)


So I was all set and all excited. It's a boy. How cool. This is great. Ok, got it. Cool.
Having a boy means one less wedding we have to pay for.
Less makeup and drama as teens.
Then all my clients yesterday started telling me about how TOTALLY different their pregnancies were and the sex didn't matter at all. That this baby could very well be a little girl.

WILL SOMEONE PLEASE STOP THE ROLLER COASTER?!?!

haha! So here's where I stand:

I want a baby.

I really don't care at all what it is. 

 

I'll letcha guys know in a week if I'm going to be peed on or paying for another wedding.


Monday, March 5, 2012

At 2 Years Old


At 2 years old you:

-say all sorts of things. some very clearly, some still a mystery.
-answer "two" quite proudly and consistently when asked how old you are.
-are not exactly on the cusp of being potty trained. we'll get there. no rush.
-eat so, so good. you eat such grown up food. saurkraut and brown rice. salads with vinegar and olive oil dressing. grainy breads. 
-still love your pacifier. 
-think "kee kee" is just so cool.
-tell us "good girl, Daddy!" and use your manners very well and in all the right places.
-like to get your hair done in the salon.
-are a huge fan of breakfast
-you love barney on netflix and ask for it, and i'm good with that because it is so positive and cheesy and absolutely NO bad attitudes. 
-have become very close to me and want me the majority of the time. i am quite fine with this.
-say all the sounds farm (and some jungle) animals make. can say most of 1-10, just not necessarily in consecutive order. learning colors. learning letters.
-have started dancing and doing funny grown up movements with your hips and hands and eyes and expressions. 
-love to be tickled most of the time. and you make it VERY clear when it's not the time to tickle and you're not in the mood.
-love to have your teeth daily brushed because it means you get a chewable vitamin afterwards.
-looove babies at church and in public. parents always look at me like "seriously? she's so gentle with him!". force them to take their pacifiers, because who wouldn't want a sassa?!, wipe their faces and noses with a kleenex. kiss them. rock their carseat. hold their face in her hands. you're such a big sis.
-want to see what's going on on the kitchen counter all the time. i'm sure it gets very old looking at the backs of our thighs and the white cabinets. i don't blame you, girl. 
-love to meet my clients and be back there in the salon with the big girls. which all of my clients absolutely love.
-look at your dad with stars in your eyes sometimes. i know how you feel.
-are very, very obedient. i wish i could record and save forever the way you say "yes sir" and "yes ma'am"


Oh, and also...we adore you.


19 Weeks and Life Is Sweet!









The weather has been downright amazing this past week and looks like it will stay that way this week as well.

Clean houses and good weather are automatic happiness inducers for me.

We spent the other day out in the sun, I was reading a book, Ruby and Clarence were sidewalk chalking, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath in, look up at the sun, and thank Yahweh for a day like this…on March 1.


So in my 2 years of motherhood I have learned something big time.
Planning ahead takes more work but saves so much sanity.
Ruby needs to eat breakfast every morning. That's a fact.
She wakes up earlier than I'd like to, which is also a fact.
She reminds me of my little brother, because I remember my whole life growing up the SECOND he woke up, he'd ask in his little boy deep voice for food. I need a while to wake up…get my mind alert and then eventually I'll eat.

Not Ruby. The second she wakes up, she hugs us and pats our back, and then give it a minute and…"I go Mmm. I go Mmm"

Who wants to get out of bed,  still exhausted and whip up a healthy meal while half asleep? Maybe you, but not me.

Make them the night before and then pull it out of the fridge for your little ones (and you!) in the morning and you are good. Nutritious, healthy, and soooo easy!

I have a really busy day tomorrow with clients and know that I will have to juggle Ruby back in the salon with me as well as my clients. She'll need meals, naptime, and diaper changes. 
My clients will need their color put on and washed out at specific times.

Answer to not having a stressed day?
PLAN AHEAD!
With the pregnant body needing as much rest as possible, I can't spend all day going like crazy. 
So I'm gonna make and pack her snacks and meals today and figure things to keep her entertained.
I'm learning, and it's getting easier.
:)

I am now 19 weeks and 4 days along. This baby cracks me up! NOTHING like Ruby. I am carrying it soooo low. Every night when it's moving (a lot...like way more than Ruby ever did) it's so, so low. Like equal with my hip bones or lower. Is that normal? I remember Ruby being way higher? 
My belly isn't all that big and even a different shape. 
I feel really good these days (minus the cold. I literally cannot smell ANYTHING and now? I can't TASTE anything, so funny...)

Everybody hates Mondays but they are one of my favorite days of the week. 
A new start. I'm always so rested and ready on Mondays and I accomplish so much.
Bring on the new week!

Here's our weekly Sunday morning picture:




And Ruby in her new dress. The dress is absolutely perfect, but I must say Ruby makes it look even better :)
I am falling more and more in love with this girl. As challenging as a toddler can be...it's just that much of a blessing. They are so funny and sweet and cute and ornery and innocent. 

We are off to get started on our day.
Everyone have a great Monday!

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Saturday Morning

Today has been funny.

Me and Ruby both have colds, so we have been coughing, sneezing, snot-blowing, etc. I have started using her Boogie Wipes because my nose is red and raw from all the toilet paper I've been using on it.

My morning looked like this:
She was screaming crying, cranky, didn't feel good, just not sweet and not quiet. We couldn't find her pacifier ANYWHERE (she only has one now, they all vanish eventually) and I was desperate to find it because she is getting her 2 yr molars and doesn't feel well and I knew that would
1) soother her
2) quiet her
Desperate, I searched even though bending over with 4 lbs of snot in your pregnant head hurts very badly, and despite the spotless house with absolutely no wads of snotty toilet paper all over the place and wrappers and dirty dishes from eating in bed (ha) I couldn't find it. I was makeupless, braless, and helpless. We had to go to Walmart to get a sassa to soothe her and get her to sleep. (Kevin was gone helping a friend work at his house)
I slip on some shoes and grab her (despite her screaming and crying no) to change her diaper and put her clothes on so we can get in the car. I open her cloth diaper and....diarrhea. I had no idea because I cannot smell a thing with this cold. 
Because of that...it was one of my favorite poopy diaper changes ever.
Anyways, sweet girl:( I soothed her red bottom with some ointment, got her changed and got her in the car.
(In the middle of all of this she slammed her fingers in something, I wasn't in the room but she was crying sooo hard and came and showed me)

We fight the Saturday Walmart crowd, she had no shoes on, I had still no bra on (the thick sweater I threw on did the trick) and we were booking it to the baby section. I grabbed some disposable diapers and 2 sassas. The moment the *beep* was heard at the register and the pacifiers were handed to us, that package was opened and handed to the very desperate Ruby Kiehn.

We got home, closed the garage, walked in the kitchen and I set her down with a sigh of relief and enjoying the finally happy and quiet toddler. I walked into my room to grab something where I was greeted by a pile of Clarence vomit on my bed. On the sheets and the pillow and pillow case. Also some on the floor right next to my bed. In my hurry to get out of the house, I didn't put him in his kennel. He found every morsel of food in our house he could get his paws on. And then barfed it up.

This is where I lost it and did the crazy-person laugh. Because I didn't even have any energy anymore to be frustrated! I just picked up the majority of the VOM and plopped myself and the couch and smiled and texted Kevin. I can't even explain it...it was a miracle. It is a miracle Clarence is still next to me breathing. It's a miracle I didn't cry, or through a chair at a referee, or quit life then and there. I was still like actually happy and just thought "oh, I don't care..."

It was the weirdest yet coolest thing!

So, anyway...how was your Saturday morning? :)

Friday, March 2, 2012

Good Friends


This, my friends, is evidence of a good time had by two very cute toddler girls.

Kari Beth and Elle Louise came over this morning for a sort of last-minute-planned get together (my FAVORITE kind! It makes me nervous to plan something out a week in advance)

Anyways...Kari brought over this absolutely darling dress she made Ruby for her birthday! I can't get over how sweet it is, the picture doesn't do it justice. KB is a busy woman with her etsy shop, and it's no wonder why...she's so gifted! I absolutely love this special handmade dress for our Ruby James.


Kari Beth always leaves me feeling so, so thankful. She inspires me in such a unique way.
After she left and I had such a thankful-for-good-friends heart, I asked Holy Spirit why I felt so specifically drawn to Kari and you know what He told me?
Because she doesn't try.
She just is a good friend.
She doesn't bring you something to impress you at all.
She doesn't get your daughter something adorable for her birthday for your approval.
She gives without expecting anything in return.
She gives/shows up/helps/whatever because she loves to and because she wants to.

And that, I realized, creates the sweetest, most real and freeing friendship one could ever have.

She actually loves my daughter.
She actually loves me, and would do anything for our family.

Today we were sitting in what will be both the kids' room and she asked what my vision was for it. I pregnantly and tiredly said "I have a vision but I'm just too tired to make it all really happen. Money, and arranging with such a small space...it's kinda hard and we are limited..."
and the next thing I know, she is helping me arrange the crib and toddler bed and end table and chair to make the room cuter, more functional and closer to my vision.

It just really opened my eyes. How sweet and unselfish. What a good friend!

Today I have been encouraged to selflessly be there for people. To bless them for nothing in return but just because it's my joy to do so. That includes my husband, and my family.

And Kari Beth? I love ya girl:)
You had no idea, but you opened my eyes today.