tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91972149141729341202024-03-05T18:57:23.169-06:00Chronicles of a Stay @ Home MomLife as I know itChronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-7332152330762314222011-06-15T11:27:00.001-05:002011-06-15T11:29:39.876-05:00It's officially official!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We are having a GIRL!!!!! Scottie and I cannot express how much God has blessed us. We are so lucky to be able to have kids in the first place and now we get to experience a little boy and a little girl! I cannot wait to meet our sweet little angel in October. We had an ultrasound on Tuesday (June 7th) and everything looked fantastic! It was amazing to see her wave her little arms and kick her little legs. I couldn't help but think back to when I would see Knox do the same thing and wonder what life was going to be like with him. Her hands were by her face pretty much the entire time, which is exactly what Knox used to do with his hands. . made me smile :) God is so good!</span><br />
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</div>Chronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-49327559073045151002011-06-10T11:52:00.000-05:002011-06-10T11:52:37.305-05:00Knox's hair cut. .<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hello Again! It's officially summertime here in Edmond, Ok. I think next week I saw the high on Monday is supposed to be 101. . Knox and I will find a pool that day :) Summertime means hot temperatures, cookouts, lake time, and summer hair cuts! Being the DIY person that I am, I decided I would give Knox a haircut myself. I sat him down in his high chair, in the middle of the living room watching Yo GabaGaba with a popsicle in hand. . </span><br />
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~Peace&HappinessChronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-48900175364492460472011-04-15T11:13:00.001-05:002011-04-15T11:17:08.201-05:00.....I'm Back!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once again, I have failed to keep up with my blog posts. . and once again I wish I had a good excuse! So here's to another big fat update :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Knox is 1!!!!! This brings tears to my eyes as I type that our little angel turned 1 year old on March 23rd. When I was pregnant, people always told me to cherish every minute of when your child is a baby because they grow up so fast and time flies faster. I always just shook my head and smiled when I heard that, never realizing that it's completely true. It's something you never think about, until you are actually experiencing it. I think I cried every morning for a week before his birthday just thinking about how fast this year has come and gone. This year of motherhood has changed me forever, and I am so eternally thankful. Knox is such a ball of fun these days. On the day of his birthday, I wanted to make it special for him so I surprised him with special treats all day. For breakfast, he was served a blueberry muffin. I don't think I have ever seen my child eat something so fast. He LOVED it! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For his birthday party that weekend we decided to have a good ol' fashion cookout at our house. I had been planning on an outdoor party in our backyard, but mother nature had other plans in mind. Wouldn't you know it had been in the 70's and sunny all week, and then the morning of his party it was drizzly and about 40 degrees. It was disappointing to say the least but we made the best of it. We still cooked out hamburgers and hot dogs and celebrated his birthday for about 3 hours with our closest friends and family. He didn't demolish his cake like I was hoping, but it was still fun to watch him eat it with excitement. Thanks to all who came and celebrated, it meant the world to us!</span><br />
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</div>Chronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-35313103856269811062010-12-30T21:47:00.001-06:002010-12-30T21:56:48.571-06:00First time for everything<div style="text-align: center;">In my Christmas post below, I forgot to mention how our first meeting with Santa went. My sister and I took Knox and Kailea together to meet Santa for the first time. We had no idea what to expect so we expected the worst, at least I did. I thought for sure Knox would at least scream or "sing" as I like to call it. However, it went as smooth as possible. Kailea tried to cry a few times, but never fully shed a tear. Knox studied Santa, as he does with all new faces, and pulled at his beard out of curiosity. It's so funny to me that these two 9 month olds are already showing their "male" and "female" personalities. Here is the snapshot we got of these two sweeties. You better believe they will take their picture with Santa every year together :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPU-O4rjOzNHjwW2bwZqqgzrfZP43ow1qk-h1yMipTdGkystvr3ff3Ysco9UDwOyaJNblDe66hMIEsGTBNTgwbvXxPIcL7Q2rPLMUZLnYyRqPEb3D3-VCnXnfv-d3pwlRJK_w7P-tBNQE/s1600/sc01391c60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPU-O4rjOzNHjwW2bwZqqgzrfZP43ow1qk-h1yMipTdGkystvr3ff3Ysco9UDwOyaJNblDe66hMIEsGTBNTgwbvXxPIcL7Q2rPLMUZLnYyRqPEb3D3-VCnXnfv-d3pwlRJK_w7P-tBNQE/s400/sc01391c60.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Chronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-87283664448394520812010-12-30T21:04:00.000-06:002010-12-30T21:04:15.662-06:00All things Christmas<div style="text-align: center;">What an eventful first Christmas we had! Knox didn't get a single thing. . . . haha! We started our Christmas celebration early with Christmas at Grand Lake with my mom, dad, sister, brothers and their families. It's always a good time at the lake, but Christmas at the lake tops my list. . actually just getting to be with my entire family tops my list :) There's never a dull moment when ALL of us get together. I am looking forward to our new tradition of meeting together the weekend before Christmas every year. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next stop was Dallas. It was our turn to celebrate Christmas Eve and Christmas with Scottie's family this year. I am so thankful to say, I love my extended family so much and I am so blessed to have them in my life. Like my family, there is never a dull moment with the Shumsky's. Scott's mom and sis planned tons of fun activities and games for us to play this year. They always come up with the most creative things for us to do. One of my favorites this year was Top Chef. Each couple had to cook a meal for everyone and we were graded on taste and presentation. Everyone did an awesome job, literally. In the end, we all walked away with a prize because the "judge" couldn't choose her favorite. I hope this is on the list next year because it was a lot of fun preparing for it! Anyways, they did a great job having fun stuff for us to do as a family. Christmas morning is one of my favorites with the Shumsky's. This year while reading the story of Christmas, Harper ran and got her version of baby Jesus in the Manger. . it melted my heart. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Chronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-38634454113478507822010-12-08T22:19:00.000-06:002010-12-08T22:19:53.506-06:00Weekend with Kaile'a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This past weekend Scottie and I got to watch our sweet niece, Kaile'a Jane. As you know, she is a little over a week younger than Knox, so we got a teeny tiny taste of what life was like with twins :) I am so incredibly lucky to have such a fun, loving, and kind spirited niece. . not to mention son! They are seriously some of the easiest babies to take care of. It was a lot easier than what I anticipated it to be. By the end of the weekend they were "talking" back and forth with each other and getting jealous over each other's toys. Such a blast! I cannot wait to see what life with them is like in the next few months/years. Here are a few pictures and videos of these two sweeties. . </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div></div>Chronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-28613422876219249102010-12-03T21:17:00.001-06:002010-12-03T21:40:43.591-06:00big FAT update!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Has it really been almost 2 months since I have written a new post? I wish I had an excuse as to why I haven't kept up with my blog, but truthfully, instead of using my free time to keep up with my posts I have been using it to catch up on my t.v. shows. . . like I said, I wish I had a better excuse! So here's to a big fat update. A LOT has happened in these past two months with Knox and changes in my life as well. First we will start with me, as my changes aren't as big as Knox's accomplishments :) A few months ago my dear friend, Katie Christy, approached me to help her out with her growing photography business. She took on her own business and it grew faster than I think she knew it would, which is an awesome thing, but overwhelming for her. I felt really fortunate and honored that she asked me to be her assistant. I hope to help her out as much as possible. She's a great boss, awesome photographer, and more importantly, an awesome friend. I'm excited to help her with her business and watch it grow. There are exciting things happening! If you haven't seen her work, here are a few candid moments of our family captured by her amazing eye. . .</span><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Can you believe our little guy is 8 months old! It's so hard to believe in 20 days he will be 9 months . . time truly does fly by in the blink of an eye. At his 7 month check up (yes, I said 7. . I'm a horrible mom and didn't schedule his 6 month check up until he was 7 months. . forgive me.) Anyways, at his well child check up his awesome doctor, Dr. Julie Morrow, said he is right on track and he looks/acts fantastic. Have I mentioned how much I love her? He weighed in at 20lbs and was 28 1/2 inches long! Our son has almost tripled his weight and almost grown 10 inches! I look at newborns now and find it hard to believe he was once that size. He hasn't started crawling yet, but he "rocks" on all 4's constantly. . . so I'm guessing crawling will be any day now (which I am secretly dreading!) I would be perfectly fine if he didn't crawl or walk at all :) Not really, but I'm not ready to leave behind the days when I can walk out of the room knowing he is perfectly fine. . . and in the same place as I left him. He is showing signs of wanting to walk, so he could be one of those babies that never crawls and goes straight to walking. . we shall see! I just realized I haven't updated since Halloween so here's a recap of then until now:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Gross? Maybe. But I have nothing to hide. . . . . </span>Chronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-78925248218403574502010-09-25T20:35:00.000-05:002010-09-25T20:35:27.244-05:001/2 a year!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Two days ago Knox turned 6 months! He is already 1/2 a year old and I can't believe it. Time has escaped me these past 6 months, it literally has. He is growing into such a sweetie, and such a boy. He loves, loves, loves people. Period. He will sit there and study a new face for what seems like hours. He is very intrigued and curious. As soon as he is done "investigating" you. . he will give you non stop smiles from there on out. Like I said, he just turned 6 months. What better way to celebrate 1/2 a year old? The Great State Fair of Oklahoma, of course! That's right, on his 6 month "birthday" we decided to open his eyes to this big event that happens every year in September. He absolutely loved it. Knox stayed awake the entire time we were there. . which, if you know Knox, this is pretty unusual because this boy loves his naps. . and we went during nap time. Anyways, he did outstanding. I think there was so much to see, smell, and hear it kind of distracted him from thinking about any sort of nap he might want to take. However, as soon as we were on our way back to the car. . I looked down and saw this...</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div>Chronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-72012148403910617932010-09-20T19:58:00.000-05:002010-09-20T19:58:09.719-05:00keeping up with the posts. .Posts two days in a row?! It is now my new goal to try and keep up with my blog. I know I only started it about 2 months ago, but I feel like I am already falling behind. So here goes another post! Knox is "officially" sitting up on his own without ANY help at all. . just in time for 6 month pictures this weekend! Thank you son for listening to me when I asked to please, please sit up by the weekend of your 6 month pictures. I owe you a nice car when you turn 16 now, like I promised :) Knox magically started sitting up one day like he had known how to do it all along. It's pretty unreal to watch a baby discover something and master it so quickly. I think the key to him sitting up is curling his toes. Every single time he sits he has to curl his toes. . for balance I suppose. He will not relax them at all, it's adorable. But hey, whatever works! So of course, I captured this new balance act in some photos. . Enjoy!<br />
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</div>Chronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-55191144347963694522010-09-18T21:15:00.000-05:002010-09-18T21:15:47.002-05:00I am a mom. . and a chef too!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here it goes. . I am not the best cook in town, there I said it. Actually, when I cook, my food is edible. . but me actually cooking doesn't happen very often. Scottie has taken on this role as the cook in the house. I know, how did I get so lucky? Beats me. Anyways, I knew the time for me to start making Knox's baby food was fast approaching. . I just didn't know it would approach this fast! My little man will be 6 months in 5 days! Oh my. . 6 months? Half a year! That just really hit me. . I need a few seconds. . I seriously cannot believe he will be 6 months! Sniff, Sniff, Sniff. . . Okay, where was I? Baby food. . o yes! So like I said, cooking is not my favorite thing to do. I would much rather order take out, pop a frozen DiGiorno in the oven, go to my parents for dinner :) and so on. Preparing food just takes too much time, then there's clean up after it's all said and done. Call me lazy, that's fine, but I will probably never absolutely LOVE cooking. But as soon as I found out I was pregnant I started making all these plans about how I wanted to raise my child. Making his baby food was one of those "plans." The past couple of weeks Knox has been showing signs that he is ready for solids. I would feed him as much as I could at every sitting, but he still wasn't satisfied. . my son LOVES to eat! One night, while at the store, I picked up a jar of sweet potatoes for him to try. I just wanted to see if he liked it. . When I got home, I warmed up the sweet potatoes (slightly) and served them to him. I was expecting him to dive right in but I got the complete opposite reaction. He was NOT a fan at all! It was too cute. I figured it was the texture and the taste he wasn't use to so I saved the rest for the next night. Same thing. He hated them! I took this as a sign. God was teaching me a lesson! I needed to make Knox's baby food like I planned all along. . so thats what I did. I went to the store, got some fresh sweet potatoes. . peeled them, chopped them, steamed them, pureed them, and froze some for later. Knox absolutely loved my HOMEMADE sweet potatoes. He devoured them. This honestly made me feel great about my cooking abilities. Maybe I will start using recipes and start cooking more. . . . eh, maybe not BUT I will continue to make Knox's baby food. A special thanks to my wonderful sister in law who let me borrow all of her baby food making supplies, you rock Sara. . love you! And thank you Lord for teaching me a wonderful lesson. Follow through with your goals or "plans", even if it does take a little extra preparation :) </span><br />
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My Granny took my sister out for a really nice dinner in honor of being a new big sis. . . anywhere she wanted to go, the option was hers! Out of all the nice places in Oklahoma City my wonderful sissy chose Taco Bell. She wanted a bean burrito with no onions and extra cheese! Who would have known that 25 years later we would share this craving of bean burritos together. . while pregnant! That's right, my sister and I had the luxury of being pregnant at the same time. Being 7 years apart we never imagined we would be pregnant together, but that's how the story goes. Almost 1 week from the day my sister announced to us that she was pregnant, I found out I was pregnant. . . you can only imagine how shocked my parents were when I made the call telling them that they would have another grand baby. If you can imagine that, try imagining the shock on all of our faces when we found out I was due 2 days after her. Yes, that was a shocking month for us all, but what a great shocking month it was :) Being pregnant at the exact same time as your sister is not something that happens in every day life, we are part of the lucky few. Being pregnant together was simply amazing. We got to share our "crazy pregnant lady" stories, our cravings, our tearful moments, the feeling of the first kicks, the gas pains, indigestion, and everything else that comes a long with being pregnant. We were there for each other. I'm so thankful I didn't have to go through it alone. . she knew how I was feeling most days and vice versa. Not everyone could relate, but she could. Being born 6 years and 364 days apart, thats right. . our birthdays are one day a part. . . I should have known something great was in store for our future, I just never would have guessed it would be this. Now we have the luxury of watching our kids grow up together. We will get to share the first day of school tears, the many birthday parties, the first prom laughs, and sending our kiddos off to college together. I tear up just thinking how lucky I am to have such a great sister who I get to share parenthood with. Just another awesome chapter in my book of life. . . . Love you Sissy!</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaOU_6DvDcCmmAU-zq9VigkF5PCibVL3QzKVNEKisYCOLEqQruXWtkn7meyhhpvs7gy0IjQkkjUkAf52TGUejKzMQ8z3L8KLqXQ-lmKkekhPsmWfY8Tcb1TZY9SntJFBQGDABgTIzt-p4/s1600/00000049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaOU_6DvDcCmmAU-zq9VigkF5PCibVL3QzKVNEKisYCOLEqQruXWtkn7meyhhpvs7gy0IjQkkjUkAf52TGUejKzMQ8z3L8KLqXQ-lmKkekhPsmWfY8Tcb1TZY9SntJFBQGDABgTIzt-p4/s320/00000049.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHtGRqR7zurrZWBMpXSklPu5mOkfT7oX2JUo7IxaqvJ5p7PlvKl0fZr0CxLgr-XgJSzVH8tRy5EV48aec7HQyihbYtBS3QNRLYE0FQQPjdziQ-FpNS7Yic5He2L11GNAYMTg7o2CCXOY/s1600/13438_1416702631652_1655198167_1030547_5691382_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHtGRqR7zurrZWBMpXSklPu5mOkfT7oX2JUo7IxaqvJ5p7PlvKl0fZr0CxLgr-XgJSzVH8tRy5EV48aec7HQyihbYtBS3QNRLYE0FQQPjdziQ-FpNS7Yic5He2L11GNAYMTg7o2CCXOY/s320/13438_1416702631652_1655198167_1030547_5691382_n.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKoBo8FXTwOwTrO-m7IOdEf_vRXs8TjfItiu82EHEaExCl1S3D1jvH6W4qPd4xTzeDBUcyozYyWj3XhWBdztzzHI4d2AcbZMr_GRU1IfKtjCd6tRmzlb75Ei4qCuE_SLNPf1Rwe9Cp7A/s1600/100_5094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKoBo8FXTwOwTrO-m7IOdEf_vRXs8TjfItiu82EHEaExCl1S3D1jvH6W4qPd4xTzeDBUcyozYyWj3XhWBdztzzHI4d2AcbZMr_GRU1IfKtjCd6tRmzlb75Ei4qCuE_SLNPf1Rwe9Cp7A/s320/100_5094.JPG" /></a>Chronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-45706158195572713122010-08-29T20:57:00.003-05:002010-08-30T12:20:09.495-05:005 months<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As soon as you publicly announce you are</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">pregnant, a lot of "experienced" moms feel the need to tell you what to do. By the end of my 9 months of pregnancy I was over hearing "do this, do that, you need to buy this, you have to have that, you can't do that, you are drinking that??" Now that I have a child of my own I catch myself becoming one of those "experienced" moms. Shameful? Nah. . I just know where those moms are coming from now. I will try my hardest not to share every little thing I have experienced as a mom to all of my first time pregnant friends out there . . you can thank me later :) saying that, I have to share one piece of advice I heard over and over. . take lots and lots of pictures because time will fly. And that my friends is a very true statement. Knox is now 5 months and time has literally flown by. He is a completely different person from 5 months ago, physically and mentally. I have taken that piece of advice and probably gone overboard with the pictures, but I have to warn you, the pictures will not stop. My photo albums pretty much consist of only Knox now and I am so thankful. Today I was looking back at some of the very first moments I captured of him and I was completely amazed at how fast he has grown. Of course it brought tears to my eyeballs, but I am so happy I have those moments to look back on. As I mentioned above, Knox is 5 months! He is an absolute character these days. When this little guy learns to crawl I am going to be in t-r-o-u-b-l-e. I am already trying to prepare myself, sorta. He is almost sitting up by himself these days, which is a great achievement. He is also learning to "scoot." And of course he is still screaming at the top of his lungs. I don't know how I am going to break him of this habit, but for now I will let him enjoy his voice. He has to have something in his mouth at all times.. fingers, blankets, teething toys, which probably means he is about to start teething. . something I am dreading. Oy. A few posts ago, I mentioned I was going to drop the "dreamfeed". .success! He now goes to bed around 7:30 or 8 and sleeps until 7:30 or 8 in the morning. It's amazing. Some days I have to pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming bc I still can't believe I am a mother. I can't imagine life without this little guy. . . . </span></span><br />
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</div></div>Chronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-4313598622512367502010-08-17T15:37:00.000-05:002010-08-17T15:37:56.142-05:00Forever Changed<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">March 23, 2010 is the day my life was forever changed. It's the day I met my son. Before Knox my life was probably like most 25 year olds without kids. I worked, played, and played even harder on the weekends. Bills to pay was my biggest responsiblity. My relationship with God varied from month to month, even week to week sometimes. My social status was down right amazing. I had many different groups of friends I had met throughout life so Scottie and I always had something planned. Whether it was a birthday party, a huge event, or just a cookout to watch the latest football game. . we were always going going going. Scottie and I would be married soon, which made my life even more complete. It was the icing on the cake. Life really couldn't get much better. Then, 2 months before our wedding date I found out I was pregnant. That's right. I was a pregnant bride :) Shocked is an understatement when it came to how I felt. But shocked in a good way. I always pictured myself having kids by the time I was 25. It's just that 25 came up pretty quickly on me (sooner than I expected) and I wasn't ready to be a mother yet. My life was pretty awesome as it was. After the intial shock subsided, I couldn't believe I was about to have a child. Ever since that morning I found out we were pregnant, my life has forever changed. Something clicked and I was different from there on out. I like to think I quickly grew up, but do we ever really grow up? :) Anyways, my relationship with God was never a question from there on out. He had chosen me to be Knox's mother and for that I am eternally thankful. I often wondered and questioned, why me? Why was I chosen to be his mom? I wasn't living my life for the Lord each and every day, so why on earth would He choose me? I now, have no doubt in my mind that He knows exactly what He is doing. Period. 9 months of pregnancy really wasn't that bad. Of course at the time, it couldn't go by fast enough. But now I really miss it. I miss feeling his tiny little kicks. I miss the comfort of knowing that he is warm, and happy inside my belly. I miss the entire process. It's ridiculous what our bodies go through. . it works overtime to create a new life which is simply amazing to me. Amazing. 9 months of pregnancy is plenty of time to mentally prepare yourself for your precious little angel. . yeah right. I don't think you can ever really be prepared for that feeling of meeting your child for the first time. The feeling is truly something you can't describe. I'm not even going to try. . . </span></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3.23.2010 at 5:26 p.m. weighing 7.2 lbs, 19 inches long Brody Knox Shumsky entered the world via c section. I labored for 16 hours with him. I dilated to a 5 and stopped. I was stuck at a 5 for about 10 hours without any progress at all. After a long talk with Scottie ( he was more apprehensive than I was which was really sweet) we opted for a c section. I was ready to meet my son, and I was completely exhausted. And thats our labor story. That day in March I was forever changed. Since then, my life is now my son. Instead of reading gossip magazines I read books. Instead of staying up until 12 with friends, I stay up and stare at my son while he sleeps. Heels are no longer part of my wardrobe. I only wear makeup on the days I venture out of the house. My son is my life and I have a hard time remembering what life was like without him. Not a day goes by that I don't thank God for blessing me with this wonderful gift, the gift of being a mom. </span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Knox,</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You have changed my entire outlook on life. Thank you for making me a better person. You challenge me each and every day, for that I am thankful..it keeps life interesting :) Your smiles turn any bad day into a good one. Raising you is the hardest but most rewarding job I have ever done. God chose me to be your mother so I hope to be the best mother I can be. I am so proud of the accomplishements you have achieved thus far, I can only imagine how proud you will make me throughout your entire life. God will always be a priority in your life, I pray that every day. I count my blessings each and every day. . you are healthy, beautiful, active, and growing by the day. I love to watch your mind expand as you discover life around you. Throughout life, I want you to know. . . You don't always have to be tough. It's okay to cry, you will not be looked at as being weak. Daddy and I will always support you no matter what. We want you to be able to dream big and accomplish those dreams. Anything is possible. You can come to us with any problems or questions and we will do our best to teach you and help you with anything you need. Trust God in everything you do. He is our savior and our reason for living. You will make mistakes, but take those mistakes and learn from them. Life will bring things to you at a certain time, for a certian reason. . go with those reasons because that is where the best memories are made. Have fun, laugh each day, and remember that you are very much loved. </span></div></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We had our 4 month check up last week, which means little man had to get shots. Oy, shots. I hate shot day. The only fun thing about well child check ups is getting to see how much he has grown. I am happy to report he gained another 4 lbs and grew another 2 inches! Brody Knox Shumsky now weighs 15lbs 2 oz and is 26 inches long! He's a growing fool. He is also a rolling machine. As soon as you put him on his back he rolls over on to his stomach. Cute, at first, until it became a problem during his naps. He would roll over onto his stomach, then get mad because he couldn't get back over. We fought this for about 3 days. Finally, he figured out that it was okay to be on his stomach. He is now sleeping on his stomach for a majority of the time, all on his terms. He loves it. In fact, he took a 3 hour nap for me today. . perfect. He loves to suck on the corners of blankets, or burp cloths. . whichever I get to him the fastest. It's adorable. My mom said I use to suck on the corner of my blanket when I was little. This made me smile. He may look exactly like his daddy, but he's starting to develope some of my habits. This could be good, or bad :)</span><br />
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</span></b></span></span></div>Chronicles of a stay @ home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00224359339526674156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197214914172934120.post-85379255780597570662010-07-23T22:06:00.000-05:002010-07-23T22:08:11.144-05:004 months, already?<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">n true Shannon style I, of course, had a good cry today. I know what you are thinking, I cried because my little man is 4 months. Where did the time go? Well. . . I cried not because I came to the realization that my little angel is 4 months, but because I packed away some of his clothes. . . there, I said it. It's true. I cry every single time I pack away his clothes. Does this ever stop? Will I ever be able to do this task with a big smile on my face? Why is it so hard to pack away clothes my little man wore just a few weeks ago? So I sat and thought. The only logical conclusion I came up with was simply because he is growing up too fast. I'm not ready for this. How can my little bean already be 4 months. *Tear. . . . </span></span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enough about my tear fest today, on to what my little man has accomplished. He is changing EVERY SINGLE DAY now. It is so fun to watch him explore and really focus in on stuff. He is amazed with his hands and wants nothing more than to keep them in his mouth every chance he gets. He has such a fun personality. All he wants to do is talk, talk, and talk some more. (I even caught him talking to Sandra Bullock tonight while I was feeding him! Uh oh. He already has an eye for the ladies.) He loves it when I play peek-a-boo with him and I can always get a smile when I kiss his little piggies. He even decided to swallow his cereal last night, finishing the entire bowl! Life with a 4 month old is simply fantastic. I can only imagine what the next four months will bring.</span><br />
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</div><div>month 1: </div><div>-Can't really recall anything about the first month. Maybe it's because I was a walking zombie. . a breast feeding machine, doing everything I could to "survive." </div><div>-I can tell you that I miss him sleeping on my chest and the pure innocence of a newborn. . . and the smell of him, and the feeling that you can never really explain, the feeling of being a mother for the first time. </div><div>-Knox weighed 7lbs 2 oz and was 19 inches when he was born. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>Month 2:</div><div>-I can remember more about this month. . sleep was starting to become part of my vocabulary again. </div><div>-Knox smiled for the first time this month. . maybe it was gas, but I like to think it was an intentional smile at his momma :)</div><div>-A bottle was introduced (finally Daddy can help feed!) and the little man enjoyed it thoroughly. He enjoyed it so much, by the end of this month he demanded a #2 nipple (which usually aren't introduced until 3 months) He likes his food, and he likes to eat it fast!</div><div>-Knox started sleeping 5-6 hours at night for me, which was like heaven! 5 hours of sleep made me feel like a brand new woman! He also started sleeping in his crib!</div><div>-He started "talking" this month. Making "goo" noises. . . </div><div>-His favorite toy this month was Mr. Star. . . Mr. Star was magical to him. For those of you who don't know, Mr. Star is a star that attaches to his play gym. It lights up and plays songs. . for those of you who spent time with us this month, you can probably hum the tunes in your sleep :) </div><div>-the boy is active! he likes to run, run, run. . this explains all the kicking he was doing while inside my belly!</div><div>-Knox went for his first swim at 2 1/2 months! He hated it at first, but then enjoyed it after he warmed up. . </div><div>-Who could forget about George. George was Knox's best friend this month. We couldn't do anything or go anywhere without George. George is Knox's pacifier, in case you were wondering. </div><div>-He weighed 11.7 and measured 24 inches at his check up this month which landed him in the 50% of his weight and 75% of his height. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>Month 3:</div><div>-Knox started sleeping through the night this month. . thank you baby wise! There were times I felt tired because I was getting too much sleep. . WOW! </div><div>-We also got rid of the swaddle this month!</div><div>-like I said before, he loves his food and I can't supply enough for him so we started supplementing with formula this month. At first, I was sad and disappointed I couldn't make enough milk for him.. . I kind of felt like I was giving him poison the first time I fed him formula! I know, I know. . babies drink formula all the time, but my baby didn't! I wanted to be one of those moms who exclusively breast fed until solids were introduced. . . this proves that you can make all the plans you want before your child is born, but after your little bambino is here you suddenly realize he has a mind of his own :) A #3 nipple was introduced at the end of this month as well (which usually aren't supposed to be introduced until 6 months!) He really loves his food. . the end. </div><div>-Cereal was introduced this month. He hated it. </div><div>-He accomplished holding his head up this month. . no more bobble head :)</div><div>-He definitely found his voice. I think he is going to be an entertainer when he grows up. All he wants to do is talk, talk, talk, and scream! Yes, he loves to hear himself scream. It's cute. </div><div>-He loves to explore, with his mouth. </div><div>-He also started laughing this month :) Nothing better than hearing baby giggles!</div><div>-George is a thing of the past. He only wants it if he is in his car seat. He found his fingers to comfort him instead. .</div><div><br />
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</div><div>And here we are 1 day away from being 4 months! I'm sure there were a lot more milestones and things he accomplished in the first 3 months, but like I said. . I haven't gone near his baby book or even remembered to write anything down. Horrible mother? I think not. I am a mother in the year 2010 with a lot on my plate, or maybe I am just lazy. But here's to "writing" all of my son's accomplishments down now. Cheers :)</div><div><br />
</div><div>As I play around with my new blog (which means trying to figure it out bc I am, after all, computer retarded) I leave you with this:</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;">"A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie." ~ Tenneva Jordan</span></div><div><br />
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