tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9524159234354916192024-03-05T12:42:25.183-08:00Our Baby Rocks!Rockin' Mommyhood with a Rockin' BabyHellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-91351007396054346132012-05-24T18:39:00.001-07:002012-05-24T18:39:20.828-07:00Happy 1st Birthday!!!!Ummm...I've been a slacker. BAD.<br />
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A lot has happened since my last post. Waylon started crawling. Then he started standing. Then he started walking. Then he turned one. Time flies...and I want it to stop. I feel like it was just yesterday that I was welcoming him into this world, and now he's drinking from a sippy cup and walking/waddling all over the place.<br />
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Sigh...it's no lie when people tell you kids grow up fast. They really do. My little man is SO big already, and it's only going to get worse. <br />
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The last year has been one of the most amazing rides of my life. Being a mother to this amazing little guy has been even more incredible than I imagined. Watching Waylon grow up and develop and come into his own personality is something I will never forget. He's just a happy, chill little guy who smiles and laughs all the time. Have we had our cry fest moments? Sure! Who hasn't? Are there even more of them to come? There's not doubt in my mind. But there's not one moment of this that I would trade for anything. He has changed my life completely, and I love him so much it hurts.<br />
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You always hear about how great it is to be a mom. That's an understatement. Becoming a mother is by far one of the greatest things I've ever done in my life and I am so thankful for it.<br />
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I've had a few ideas running around in my head about the direction of this blog. Should I continue to use it to update the progress of Waylon? Will I even continue to write since I'm such a slacker? Does anyone even read this damn blog? Who knows. But if and when things change or move to a new page, the update will be here. Until then....HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-65366019109055000192011-09-16T16:54:00.001-07:002011-09-16T17:35:24.935-07:004 months!<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653112563229647170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPI_MCahtMaUV3T0N51N0PCRGy7ziulEmvwQpCxG5BpniYrrsA2OrXf7V6nSv6lVOlulkprHKXzjnIlontuJI_wEtlI_tsB8edwq7eufYe83dyLNcXIwaHxuIM0mkGXPXyhgmf9Mjsev8S/s320/Mustache.jpg" border="0" />Four months! I can't believe it! My little man is getting SO BIG! At his 4 month check up, Waylon weighed in at 15lbs 15oz!<br /></div><br /><div>Just when you think things couldn't get any better...they do. Last month, Waylon discovered his feet and hands. This month, he's able to grab things, play with his feet (constantly)and roll over! At first, it was only his bottom half that rolled over but after a couple of weeks, he was finally able to roll all the way over.<br /></div><br /><div>But the very best thing Waylon has learned to do? Laugh. Oh. My. God. His giggles are quite <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrQ4DyE2hSUBbfTOWXDPt_OfD45rpGg3_wC9855hZyI5Jbtf5fd7sK6UnDOH73rBB3pzOCqyLZd9gFzKzoxdoReNOM6ZwOUquSbDy0H1rTux93CLqF9QsCb3BQzc2IUtVspIh95J1nYZg/s1600/hands.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653116475426346098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrQ4DyE2hSUBbfTOWXDPt_OfD45rpGg3_wC9855hZyI5Jbtf5fd7sK6UnDOH73rBB3pzOCqyLZd9gFzKzoxdoReNOM6ZwOUquSbDy0H1rTux93CLqF9QsCb3BQzc2IUtVspIh95J1nYZg/s320/hands.jpg" border="0" /></a>possibly the most incredible sound my ears have ever heard. It's the sweetest, cutest thing in the world! Every time he laughs, my heart explodes with happiness. No matter what a horrible day I've had, coming home to his smile and his laugh makes it all go away. </div><br /><div><br />We've finally gotten into a good routine since I've returned to work. Waylon usually falls asleep between 7-8pm. I try to read him a book every night before I put him down. He sleeps all night (YES!) and wakes up between 6-7am. He's doing really well at daycare and his sitter LOVES him to pieces. Whenever I drop him off in the morning, the little girls scream, "Baby Waylon!" It's so cute.<br /></div><br /><div>Speaking of ladies...Waylon is quite the flirt. He loves the ladies! He smiles and coos at them, no matter <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomrDl3x7pl-UVGAlnYjf50PeNcPfPZ__PypZpCOnrXM3I5d5idPPuOI2ZCsM8CQ7_5dZs2uzrD1OJwpRWrdwPEKFImNVTECoUmHhL5pXq4aHvzpLImUv7yn_-mzHmaKyc8iZnIbL9Mu_-/s1600/tummy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653117347295982402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomrDl3x7pl-UVGAlnYjf50PeNcPfPZ__PypZpCOnrXM3I5d5idPPuOI2ZCsM8CQ7_5dZs2uzrD1OJwpRWrdwPEKFImNVTECoUmHhL5pXq4aHvzpLImUv7yn_-mzHmaKyc8iZnIbL9Mu_-/s320/tummy.jpg" border="0" /></a>what age. At my friend Jessica's going away party, my other friend, Angela, was holding Waylon. After a few minutes, she looked down and noticed that Waylon had somehow unbottoned her shirt. Go figure. He is his father's son. </div><br /><br /><div><em>*Mustache in the first photo courtesy of Gigi Buddendeck's first birthday party.</em> :)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-60136670366249340922011-08-11T13:11:00.000-07:002011-08-11T13:18:19.956-07:00Welcome Fraylee Ann!Snowblynd is having babies! In case you don't know, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Snowblynd/245993621024">Snowblynd</a> is my husband's band. You should check them out. They're the best band you've never heard. ;)
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<br /><div>So now my hubby's not the only member of the band with a new baby. Congrats to Snowblynd's singer, Brad, and his wife, Crystal, on their beautiful new baby girl, Fraylee Ann! She was born August 10, 2011 and weighed 8lbs 7oz and was 21in long. Can you guess who they named her after???? Heeheehee....</div>
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<br /><div>Our kids will be going to the same sitter, so they'll grow up together! How cool is that? </div>
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<br />HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-86074597738383736832011-08-06T18:38:00.001-07:002011-08-06T19:35:08.803-07:0012 Weeks!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1k1vPsx_hyPd9xW4-kU4LI-v-AjUXha2t_QKfyJVf8t_M9p9eQayKUONl7NY7G2UBVrZGSQ0KZBwgRLgSagyBLY6mcbvqb-uv6BBpMSQTOCmp1tidHSMIyXqJpAPnAUrreSxB5vuRyJd/s1600/12+weeks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637934765467585602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1k1vPsx_hyPd9xW4-kU4LI-v-AjUXha2t_QKfyJVf8t_M9p9eQayKUONl7NY7G2UBVrZGSQ0KZBwgRLgSagyBLY6mcbvqb-uv6BBpMSQTOCmp1tidHSMIyXqJpAPnAUrreSxB5vuRyJd/s320/12+weeks.jpg" border="0" /></a>Going back to work was awful. Other Moms tell you how terrible it will be but it's as bad as they tell you times a million. The night before I returned to work, I sat with my little man in his room and rocked to him to sleep...while I cried my eyeballs out.<br /><br />We are incredibly lucky to have a friend who watches kids in her home (and she happens to be engaged to one of Columbus' best guitar players to boot!), so I know Waylon is in really good hands. But it was still incredibly difficult to leave him with her that Monday morning. After I kissed him about a hundred times, I got in my car and cried on my way to work. Ugh. Needless to say, the day dragged, and all I really did was delete about 800 emails and stare at pictures of Waylon. When 5pm <em>finally</em> creeped around, I couldn't get to Waylon fast enough. And I was rewarded with the biggest, sweetest toothless smile ever. :)<br /><br />Waylon has recently discovered his hands and feet. He will stare at his little fists so intently, like they're the most amazing things he's ever seen. And he's reaching for his feet and staring at them, too. His coordination is getting better by the day. He purposefully swats at things and usually hits his target. Today I noticed that when his bink falls out of his mouth, he ac<a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/284276_2252888246559_1378875360_2572634_5262643_n.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/284276_2252888246559_1378875360_2572634_5262643_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>tually tries to put it back in. He'll grab it and clumsily aim for his mouth...and miss. But damn it, he tries! :)<br /><br />July was a big month for Waylon. To our great delight, Waylon's Grandpa Mark was finally able to make it to see him for the first time! Yippee!!!!! He was finally on a break from touring with Bob Seger and made it a point to come see the little guy. We had a great time visiting with him.<br /><br />Waylon also got to see his bearded uncles in Blackberry Smoke again last month. We drove up early to hang out for a little bit. While we were on the bus, Waylon got a little impromptu, personal concert from Charlie. Simply amazing. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637935608152754114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwJQ2XlH83CCbpGiFazQz23-d9KjdzEe_-hxSQ8hqKuyiPuPbmS8s1zVgsocTP4jhHXLZCpm4zazieNrRyjWC5f13ZBCrWKKSc4QmRRSKgOFJAVpxJ7xGmbrSvdKdZ0gmFj2myNdz4QXD/s320/Charlie%2526Waylon.jpg" border="0" />HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-87095116080975548932011-07-15T05:14:00.000-07:002011-07-15T06:05:48.358-07:00The Shape of a MotherRight after I put up my last post, I happened to stumble across a post on a message board on <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/">Baby Center </a>from a lady who was feeling just like me: depressed over her post baby body.<br /><br />Look, NO ONE tells you about the aftermath of childbirth and pregnancy. Yes, we all know about stretch marks, but there's SO much more that happens to your body than that. So it was great to find this post and know that there were so many other new Moms who felt the exact same way as me.<br /><br />One woman who commented listed a fantastic website: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.theshapeofamother.com">The Shape of a Mother</a>. It's a site that celebrates the post baby body and lets women tell their own post baby body stories. Whether these women love their bodies or hate them, they all have the guts to share their stories, their emotions and their pictures. Yup, they post pics of their post baby bodies. Even before I had a baby I wouldn't have had the balls to post pics of my body on a website, let alone after I had a baby.<br /><br />The site just helps you feel less alone and makes you realize that your body may never be the same, but hopefully you will grow to accept it.HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-71271262193051043432011-07-11T08:44:00.000-07:002011-07-11T13:41:13.503-07:00I Hate My Body/I Heart PinkNo matter what you do or what people tell you, there is no way to prepare yourself for what pregnancy and childbirth will do to your body.<br /><br /><br /><div>Yes, I'm fully aware that I just gave birth to a child, but that doesn't mean I feel good about the way my body has transformed since that beautiful experience. I loved being pregnant, but I had a hard time adjusting to not being able to fit into my normal clothes. And I love being a Mom, but I'm having an even harder time not having my normal body and not being able to fit into my normal clothes. Although everyone I talk to tells me I look great (and I appreciate their compliments), I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span>' feel great. I gained about 40lbs while I was pregnant and have lost about 30lbs so far (thank you, breastfeeding!). It's the last 10lbs that are killing me. </div><br /><br /><div>It didn't take too long for me to get tired of wearing maternity clothes after I gave birth, so I decided to go shopping for a couple of things while I was in my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">in between</span> stage. Never in my life did I think it would be as horrifying as it was. Nothing fit. The actual size that I could fit into was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">devastating</span>. I didn't think I looked that big, but apparently I was. And it's not just the extra weight that was causing my bigger size; it's also my larger hips. Good gawd...as if my hips weren't big enough already! Now they're even wider! </div><br /><br /><div>I know it took 10 months to put on this weight, so it'll take almost as long to take it off. I'm just impatient. ;) But I'm working on it, so hopefully I'll be back to normal sooner than later. </div><br /><br /><div>Speaking of after baby bodies...The media always shows beautiful models and actresses with their amazing post baby bodies. It's as if they lost all their pregnancy weight the day after they gave birth. In just four weeks, these ladies look totally stunning. It's so unfair! Of course, that certainly doesn't help with my insecurities. But I suppose if I had millions of dollars, a trainer and a personal chef, I'd look that great in four weeks, too. </div><br /><br /><div>Enter <a href="http://www.pinkspage.com/us/home">Pink</a>. I'm a big fan of Pink. She's smart and sassy and hot. She doesn't give a f*ck what anyone thinks of her, and I truly appreciate that. So I was pretty stoked to find out she was pregnant at the same time I was pregnant. She gave birth about a month after me to a little girl. I wasn't expecting to see any pics of her until she was back to her awesome <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pre</span>-baby body. But I was dead wrong! Check out Pink, out and about five days after giving birth and rocking her post baby body! Kudos to Pink! Thanks for being real! You look fantastic! <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ivstatic.com/files/et/imagecache/636/files/blog_articles/pink-post-baby-636.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><em>Photo: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ivillage</span>.com</em>HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-44838012471881357332011-07-11T05:38:00.000-07:002011-07-11T08:33:29.279-07:008 Weeks!It is absolutely stunning how much babies grow and evolve in a matter of a month. Waylon is 12lbs 14oz and changing every day. The most wonderful things he's started to do are smiling real smiles and cooing.<br /><br />Oh my...his smiles and coos are heart melting. I can sit and have little conversations with him and he answers me back with the most adorable little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ooo's</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ahh's</span>. It is completely amazing. Waylon will smile and coo at "Mr. Frog," his favorite toy, and when I read him his favorite book, <em>Baby Panda</em> (a soft book in red, black and white with lots of shapes). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628111085390225138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahu2acDvJX0LEAe2Domr7yuYkn_yEZJSea5Bwviq3q80jyzZNK9kfIB1_l-qeidyaIvZfz70uCI0sKAuOLufMgYzPUV2pFnI1Uflxm4oITZJyweWcd8pywVMEw2FS7ekcgPbUPpcPtyXE/s320/8+weeks.jpg" border="0" />Waylon has also started to try and reach for and touch things. He still doesn't have complete control of his arms and legs, but it sure is cute to watch him swat at things. And he's been trying to roll over but hasn't succeeded quite yet.<br /><br /><br /><p>This past weekend was one of our favorite times of the year: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Goodguys</span> Car Show. Hot rods from all over the country swarm into Columbus for the biggest car show of the year. We were so excited to take Waylon! He sat with his Daddy and his Great Grandma and watched all the cool cars roll in, and he loved it! Check out Daddy and Waylon next to our 1954 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Belair</span>! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628113657072627106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh078ldfUzNXB867hMTHZuZLnIYWCKDllA657RxPExUNMC0LDCsm1LaoUn9ZM8CiUPn4tOOMULEir1wTxHOZ44mrEK4SzZxgtTWI7HB8yioG63oNHcBK4uTB2EXD7DEA6iESq7oU9ZXoRm2/s320/car+show.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>The only major struggle I've had up until this point is breastfeeding. I stopped nursing him after about 2-3 weeks and just pumped. That transition went well until my milk supply couldn't keep up with Waylon's demand. I started supplementing with formula and that helped. But now...my milk supply is slowly but surely dwindling down to nothing. Sigh...at least I had a good 2 month run. Not being able to feed Waylon <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">solely</span> on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">breast milk</span> made me feel like a failure. I know I'm not but I really wanted to go at least 6 months. </p><br /><p>For any breastfeeding Moms out there, may I recommend the <a href="http://www.mybrestfriend.com/">My Breast Friend</a> breastfeeding pillow. Most people only know about the <a href="http://www.boppy.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Boppy</span></a>, but I think My Breast Friend is much better for breastfeeding. It's firmer. It wraps all the way around you and gives you much better support. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Boppy</span> works, but feels a little more flimsy and doesn't give as much support. I love the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Boppy</span> for Waylon to lounge in and for his tummy time; we use it every day. </p>HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-58363358721531445682011-06-23T17:55:00.000-07:002011-06-23T18:21:08.543-07:004 WeeksWhew! That flew by WAY too fast! I know that as of the date of this post, Waylon is technically 7 weeks, but I'm running a little behind on my posts. He kind of takes up a lot of my time. ;)<br /><br /><div>Here's my little man at 4 weeks! </div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621585512404563554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXw6G_APVXMMWO6GkYXAV0591_UL698S8o4JL9FYXLSeY2Cbxosug1NkC-FV09YZJH8vR91Om-Jyqo_G8hhC6uDOYJJ1V8v2qCJVcIIQElJi-9oyhVHhLwMzX7L9Z5UK83kdzeGEMBbQV/s320/1+month.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p>He takes so many cute pictures that I can't post just one....</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621585894760314418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1d48Pwa-kFnUrGVfB1m4YZ8vKQmc7NiIeEWqnYatV1V73fO2hhl5x3_rMIPoyMdmncNzssW_NrZs9d7ipBDwB1WkH3Xp_tCnkCZF2TlDM8gLFdOQOw-47CywBg4_fau3E1gIi6JtyG8k5/s320/Smile.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>And here's a picture of Waylon wearing his special "Okinawa" onesie. He is, after all, 1/4 Japanese...not that you can tell. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621586213997075666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvndV1-r7A-HBxq9_IkSonQeMjGxGUCOF-w9gA559YJgGbQdO3_PxJf2v3hWNQZfBN1uuQVHXj1bRpyajyFhtqdLPBz7omNahT2DfKjRMc9DEM7GKcJXieDIy8jgMeeDsT_XwEBRiofYPr/s320/Japanese.jpg" border="0" /></p><br />He's grown so much! At 5 weeks he weighed a little over 11lbs! He's a big eater...and a big pooper. He has big hands and long fingers, so we're all guessing he'll be a guitar player. Go figure.HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-6710516719809766312011-06-16T15:03:00.000-07:002011-06-16T15:26:09.356-07:00I Hang Out With Rock StarsThat's right. Waylon was partying backstage with <a href="http://blackberrysmoke.com/">Blackberry Smoke </a>at 3 weeks! You may remember that they played at our <a href="http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/">wedding</a>. They are the most amazing bunch of guys and we're grateful to have them as friends. Thanks for letting us hang out! <br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618945401631859378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUhFpLjqT_CGSJCOv3yly46m_XqX_RFpwhaIY2oJYzsZU8WdV4DtdLPtH-5oen2aWHT2siOUWQScV3wEsu-keGAmKeXlpuPnFM6F8DTR7X85FKIMxjwKA7RDnsadX0CX86qC7BSyZeoWo/s200/IMG_20110526_132629.jpg" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618945570506800434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpsXgZ0aqMUggWkxM1i6qbYtpDs_zDNvXqFaQYDeGHJDRd7Btwcns-kGw_NSAfwH9JOzoOK6dmTs_skQjQiSCr5Hcwl6FBbOE_4bSypIR0d0KXpiJP97U41OaMtKJEypNt33pvZSBv1-Q9/s200/IMG_20110526_140646.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618945832595522466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50vrd331FVF2hPx6a3lPPHWnCjhaP7J-5FxozpkMRu19IdwjRNDGLY46kPlPdudWyyxtwe-54NY4W8qgH930vAgs33ca4gW1494hUy0CCwas8ZSCzlDxT5unIzUnKs89LcnRmhlVtdRGi/s200/IMG_20110526_143501.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618946021559559634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinx5uRvXjQY9onN51ZsYZv68nfIabG3UyaG9UIjT7hIIfEBL0DhKzoqK-KcDPuBLmvnEtpRVwJbX6YE0NdbCymrwmSCprDiLiEuDJt2zdLdCpzPnd0jTsMcjjjB7AeIxKjx_dqPPAXF8My/s200/IMG_20110526_143546.jpg" border="0" />HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-90637501963992189972011-05-26T05:48:00.000-07:002011-05-26T06:14:30.103-07:00Waylon is Here!Yes! He finally arrived on May 4, 2011 at 9:29AM!!!!! He weighed 8lbs 13oz and was 21in long. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611006399232667362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCITFEsHy4lihE77DNCkbQpyHlzpsMAXyBQuiHrn7la0-KVMdV6JksL-j2hmQL-RdOwfMwrLLdop4Ud7JO0XpSkz1ashZQJWr4P_m0zfR3hdf91QHdV4clBjCFzucTXzeF-o9uxFNehKeZ/s320/100_0037.JPG" border="0" />Labor was WAY more painful and intense than I ever imagined. Yes, I had an epidural, but nothing prepared me for the pressure that came along with pushing. Yikes! At one point, Greg left the room while I was pushing because he was so overwhelmed by my pain and the fact that he couldn't do anything to help me. Don't worry, he only left for about 5 seconds and was in the room for the amazing moment our son was born.<br /><br /><p>When the doctor put Waylon on my stomach, I'd never felt so much love and amazement in all of my life. Greg and I (and our Moms, too) just cried and cried. He was so beautiful and perfect! </p><br /><br /><p>Motherhood is great, but it's also quite an adjustment. It's very strange to go from being so independent and then having a little guy who is completely dependent on you for everything. I've only had a couple of melt downs, which I think is pretty good. But when I look at Waylon's face...my heart just melts and everything gets better. </p><br /><br /><p>Let me just say that I'm stunned that I gave birth to such a white baby. I'm half Japanese, so I was totally expecting a baby with dark brown hair. Nope. I gave birth to a super white baby with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blond</span> hair. Ha! Waylon looks just like Greg. Sometimes I wonder if my genes are even a part of him because I don't see me in him at all! Ha! </p><br /><br /><p>Once again, the AMAZING <a href="http://www.sharonelainephotography.com/">Sharon Elaine Photography </a>captured this special moment in our lives. I seriously don't know how Sharon manages to catch the most perfect pictures! She took the cutest pictures of Waylon when he was about 10 days old! :) </p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611010373555771506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5NIhcZoVW03R0HHP-yy_2GCqbQh2gRiS07FnAJOcjFY8UdXfVIsX_ShupRjx0lL0t3HqoSdhaUMr_f3rX1oXEPAHUrd5DHVQ3B7RyaIcezSL9bNjxnHcRRAmvSoaNLWq-jutSKGZhaPqh/s320/Waylon6.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611010505931952530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy9XdvXHpigM8Gbb6npohhWEsnN_AE54ZEr9MBEGoM-5HJ9ca4vZSnsJD-MARdJgmHUYPgckR48GDhKW-XnyOJjeQrlASLIGOpTB6Ux2_FeGeJc-4sL2cupulhNoSwAQxNdA60IPdoNYBL/s320/Waylon7.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611010620432840866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXMHviGryZ23D95_cVcPX7LcPYGAkU_YtNhU5vrBSWKE4DynYphNrJuN2V6GgTJlMTYMpHBPlemn9ecCa5MJoRMguw7fxS24BQx6EExK_oUAcA3xIAV_R0nJ-CgRoFcyAslhipKdC3X13/s320/Waylon8.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611010750750677506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8RmUJ675e5Tgkuw3UH020yS5cl2-MMMUUYuhT_Jf0DxYzHNihQMxY41lkOrHncILiij4OpakWd161A27tb89P4BeVCWMECQLeT791fU14-z7PsBs9RaHq3yJXQoGt6YdvfEuifMhIel_/s320/Waylon9.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611010878023286114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1v5VijGev2tocqeOtfciszbkOy_WIl1UBPI5VlUzjTFeqPEmL6CXTYJBrOfSkEHzpggbJY_SevwzthFYvfrLPs9ULs9twi8NTqeUOII0I5A1EBfDiuhhq6p7hli0w7FicC569h1Xz1sM/s320/Waylon11.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611011008635488850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfxK9ymIdC_zlcbK_cWIB7RvYsK7w1ilM_TMycqMc_Hu_6FcexS5a1e-_O22p3aBxQFY_9QGZ458LdQ9CdcYuRvX5xrGoYzC69Y8UhjlffHGVntK_X1oAOTwXVzQtvZaHlkuHSJFYfq59/s320/Waylon12.jpg" border="0" />HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-23425641756536046132011-04-20T17:18:00.001-07:002011-04-20T17:38:06.961-07:0038 WeeksWe're in the home stretch now! Waylon could come at any moment!!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Weeeeeee</span>!!!! :)<br /><br /><br /><div>This has probably been the most uncomfortable and bitchy I've been through this entire pregnancy. I have never been so exhausted in all of my life. It's very hard to not have the energy to do anything or to be out of breath from walking from one side of the room to the other. I'm frustrated because there are so many things I want to do, but I don't have the energy to do them. Sleeping is nearly impossible since I wake up 3-4 times a night to pee. I waddle instead of walk. My feet are swollen and hurt. I could go on and on and on...but I won't. </div><br /><br /><div>So far, I've had three...yes, three...baby showers. And now we're completely prepared for Waylon to arrive. We have everything we need. My friends and family are wonderful. THANK YOU to all of you!!! </div><br /><div><br />And thank you to my friend, <a href="http://sharonelainephotography.com/">Sharon</a>, for taking these amazing maternity photos. She also took our wedding photos and she's already scheduled to take pictures of Waylon when he gets here. Sharon, you are incredible and so very special to us. Check out my belly at 35 weeks! :)<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597827346071300706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61iaXVPpTRp4kmYYKqaMoV26zFh0IsPoxbY8oTb4txo1rFw-e9fDyCDpdN-RQ9if-xTJFWS_4D2v10avKJ6Aj92bGWD9951NeiQlRanXb94huQLgmHZ_b4c-3GOelD60b9QBSFStZf_MY/s320/chri1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597827523216264626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6FfGtLdlTKTzwGT57bFVOgGpnLeNgJYITwbHP80qu6mRseReI-ifwitXg0_lknMVE0R1W5Q26KVSVNmgv-E14kx55TtclrO_C69DMBIU_0uHxgnEC0k3nZGzGcbO53MywKZDq_Ueg24c/s320/chri2.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597827716638701650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOES_M-s5fKpEHlOObdZgZpJp0pAhRUl3Am0fgPLLXas_9HTRX-yO39G2Am6Ng2py8x6NSbay2bfCK_uIwZwS9ta3ZTYdYmThpgsFNOSoV-z9sGettuU03v33xtyEejGrTrMK6qw_Nlnr/s320/chri4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597827875250429666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6pkaYt5Ioo0jZToYAiZEaK_8IFlfIQ5WjRD501kwje2a9r8gkF0bXE5qNgrjfROpa09jSsI-cnZV6eB7cY4O4ImG5u8SSbKav1Tddl2oavP9QhyYlAcTYVBXu_YsCPLZvcp23vUSFl4E/s320/chri6.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597828073769121570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazFF2LwuWQggZnDFWLW0JPjUKrtruxdv2_aFgzMueSuQx2C0mCluhc5rqIywwbjpt6Vl7Wv-guzdH5W48nbmoFAm9tSRX0p_L_3dDcSzRHiL9gclxt8VNfA9kncpZQELIwuKNOsTdukzo/s320/chri7.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597828237609089042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwSU-SxZhyphenhyphen9LogrH3Vd4rJCe7ERUukmh_-eptJVYSw_lf4rGbGovaKZmu6-E2OFhayTAreaTQfFCIbK4myB5DzqwIUUymEHpjFGJ6sBZnB0oQZxzQetumLNQvjEWn1-8vZvIAjoj0ihgkO/s320/chri10.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597828425553118626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip5Magd02lZYJth5KxiLj5xT_3TkHeXodogGPpSneKhA12S-LAR4-L156dP3mWzkhoEDfeXvUlR6Q3MYU_E1YEL63mKcXV7RNNUDBTOO1Q_qmeincUoVav3d23hAmMvs2W8V6_iMvLrj0e/s320/chri11.jpg" border="0" />HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-47755960419570897312011-03-01T15:33:00.001-08:002011-03-01T17:08:42.130-08:0030 Weeks<div>So at 29 weeks, I had my second 3D ultrasound to get a little sneak peak at our little guy. Of course his first course of action: show off his goods. What is it with this kid? Ha!<br /><div><div><div><div><br /><div>Then Waylon decided he wanted to be stubborn and not show his face. We got some good profile shots, but no amount of poking and prodding made him turn to show us his whole face. He also decided that he wanted to keep his hands in his face. He may be stubborn, but he's also got the cutest, chubbiest cheeks and Greg's nose. I'm madly, deeply in love already. Just looking at his little face makes my heart melt. I can't wait until he's here and I can hold him and kiss those cheeks!<br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579261404625722978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil2ISZ0ofZgON0iUlgJf7XvN8m_vcCaflsr_PxLUtMfw_gBZt81zNIEt7Y4zUWXFHZMmjt8NvH1RnzCpubvymBZRXmVTWYNE37JdeD8GvtKmAMhVJhzVvtKacRuw-33LSfZbigSJ7y9j4N/s320/waylon1.bmp" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579261650922289826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNahWNPYQff9ji1oIcK6WGi0wy-9QCEpX1bR506UKLYaKCHsAGZpIiD7LCU_u9XRajM2_XS5g398iWk5Yu0FCEVDEej3coGLxycFegEU7_jbSTXbyxMejEiOScnjh2bRiM3vcqSCzEDgG/s320/Waylon2.bmp" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Peace! Or...piss off. </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579262399921917026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWSXLx5xEni9nf1CjPgCEBr2mhvpSB_mIo4VIZwEYwR78vl6TS8DKU89D5uqq1IMGCeQs00iUlHwxWk79oQp7Gn0HIltSJaVU5fYG6GQ6PLtp1pPXxOaxUOz1zEprYTwC5I96rkHN8udT/s320/waylon3.bmp" border="0" /> Look at his cute, little smile!!! </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579263693154142946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ieYzKOLgM3rbR7X1RPuskGvzP9NPh9rrbpYYR5SIBPEa2eUaKwlY4KKkI5Ux0ZZI9ka2HGeZcsXSBU9GD_4hvsWM-zuFwUOcHapiGW8PahMEwmD_ydupAu1Xy-V76KwVgus5AiPdhK8K/s320/waylon4.bmp" border="0" /></p></div></div><p align="center">He's yawning...or sticking his tongue out. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579263164172317858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVG1I_-dsVg_ZDX5qDnNEzEtgvhse5D8R_39HPa_0LgH8aTYx7N6ktDn2mh-PAJn_wZqXzbwlPTTi6E_d0ef354mNXh1roT6zPuqbe43zxLmW5QFp-RoMV4AGaT6NshONR1DCO9MX1ki-6/s320/waylon5.bmp" border="0" /></p></div><br /><p>I will be at 31 weeks this Thursday. Waylon is moving around like crazy! And he's discovered how to sit on my bladder<em> just right</em> so that I almost pee myself. He's going to be a handful when he comes out! </p><p>Still no complaints aside from the usual heartburn and not being able to sleep. I'm definitely beginning to get tired more easily. I still feel so lucky that this pregnancy has been so amazing for me. </p><p>I've started taking a prenatal yoga class on Saturdays. It's kind of nice being surrounded by so many pregnant women at different stages but who all have similar gripes and pains. The class is incredibly relaxing and I love it. Then after Waylon is here...there's a Baby & Mom yoga class! And lucky for me, my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BFF</span> Jenelle is already taking that class, so we'll be able to take it together. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Woohoo</span>! </p>HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-5435365363638143822011-01-30T17:47:00.000-08:002011-01-30T18:40:54.867-08:00NurseryFrom the moment I knew I was pregnant, I started looking at crib bedding. Unfortunately, I didn't like much of anything I saw. Look, I'm not your typical girl, so I need something that's different, funky and cute. I don't want teddy bears and Disney characters. When I helped my friend, Jenelle, make her crib bedding, I decided to make my own, too. So the hunt was on for the perfect fabric.<br /><br />And I found it. I fell in love with it the moment I saw it and there was nothing that was going to change my mind. Before ordering it online, I went to my locally owned fabric store, <a href="http://www.sewtospeakshoppe.com/">Sew to Speak</a>, to see if they had it or if they could order it. To my surprise, the lady at the store told me the fabric was Australian and they didn't order Australian fabric because it was much too expensive. Uh oh. W<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5yGA819U4kSapT975BzWQKpfdYoF_5kRmaSrrnRdvqFT7kbng6POSWMSWlpjf12kPm47ASsTkxn6lq8Vg0dE5QQ11U8cL9S0Wflr-5FF9Z4_IP9gU13F6z_rmhUQ5AGCeQgPBwLTClQf/s1600/Material.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568164176299516002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5yGA819U4kSapT975BzWQKpfdYoF_5kRmaSrrnRdvqFT7kbng6POSWMSWlpjf12kPm47ASsTkxn6lq8Vg0dE5QQ11U8cL9S0Wflr-5FF9Z4_IP9gU13F6z_rmhUQ5AGCeQgPBwLTClQf/s320/Material.jpg" border="0" /></a>hen I took a closer look at the website, it was indeed an Australian site and the price was per half meter. Gulp. I needed at least 4 yards (approx 4 meters) and that was going to cost me a small fortune, not including shipping. But I said to hell with it and ordered it anyway because my kid is totally worth it. I bought enough for one half of the crib bumper and a little extra for other projects. And seriously...the fabric couldn't be anymore me and my husband. It's the freaking cutest thing on the planet and I think Waylon will LOVE it.<br /><br />So his nursery is based on this fabric. We decided to paint one wall orange and the the other three walls turquoise and have navy blue accents (curtains, rug, etc.).<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>The first task was to empty the room. We were using it as a closet, so we had a lot of clothes to move and get rid<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh318b822qZP4qe_ikeL_5yqm0taPAP5ufqn4PBME89dAOg-_62Nqd4ui2a1pFmvV8MhUpen6wYC5bi-eo0W57_ofOmuIQS-7zS1bzr07oQYRMQIVE5EtT16axvKJbZ3IJad7A9x6cY0742/s1600/Waylons+Room6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568168978274392210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh318b822qZP4qe_ikeL_5yqm0taPAP5ufqn4PBME89dAOg-_62Nqd4ui2a1pFmvV8MhUpen6wYC5bi-eo0W57_ofOmuIQS-7zS1bzr07oQYRMQIVE5EtT16axvKJbZ3IJad7A9x6cY0742/s320/Waylons+Room6.jpg" border="0" /></a> of. Then a close friend of ours, who just happens to be a professional painter, painted Waylon's room as a gift. How awesome, is that? </div><br /><div>Now it was a matter of getting the motivation and finding the time to put the crib and dresser together. I'll be honest...I'm in TOTAL nesting mode, so I was SO ready to get this room together ASAP. Unfortunately, my husband did not have the same sense of urgency as I did. But I really didn't have to wait too long because he knew I was getting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">antsy</span>. So this weekend was it! </div><br /><div>And of course after everything was set up...I realized that I didn't really have as much room as I thought I did. I still need to get a changing table and glider. We also still need to paint the bookcase, get some pictures/paintings on the walls, and sew the curtains. I'm sure I'm forgetting something...but the room is about 80% finished and I'm excited about it! </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568172449745451570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTzV2alABbOGHabT-3QGnn_4nGVPJjNFsFThlgJFtaFF3LZz7msWt5U4S9uRiRQ1cZqADmeOjCthGOQEF8XLOh7NQBSDbsMSqPrv3efLypVuaOE0eKuDqEunLE-HEpAomtI3o4hGQ8yEzX/s320/Waylons+Room3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568172104359579890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yFbHwIdlZ8WXg-sIg0hPmGrqr-XjpbwuXdThsKn48FbiBpKcPrSBNwMbTrhIox1oEAAAkIbGOJQ_URLdKZ6kJdtAAeJA8AlzvbIP0yQ5oyTPWJpCGSPg-xl1mQ4b4GRuJQghcFjNYRoO/s320/Waylons+Room2.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568172682300076626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-hGDEkZ4L8JtbH3iq42AtBw5moyXPDZS5Q_NZgpOen315ryv66WLDLwhX5j934la-PEQZd-Gc_V2vJrODSZ8eXbT7ltmyYxVNXUdAGnD2AlDMik3ZdO_K109lkTHjtIaWvMzJm6TieZR/s320/Waylons+Room1.jpg" border="0" />HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-50630046635848833552011-01-13T16:12:00.000-08:002011-01-13T17:02:01.725-08:0024 WeeksToday, I'm officially at 24 weeks. That's 6 months. I'm more than half way there!<br /><div></div><br /><div>Aside from not sleeping as well as I used to, vicious heartburn and charlie horses, this mama has no complaints. People are constantly asking me, "How are you feeling?" My reply is always, "Great!" Because honestly...I do feel great. Aside from Waylon moving around in there, I don't even feel pregnant. I'm SO lucky! <br /></div><br /><div>Speaking of Waylon moving...Greg finally got to feel Waylon kick last week! He was so happy and had the biggest smile on his face. He'd been trying for a couple of weeks to feel Waylon kick, but whenever he put his hand on my belly, Waylon would just stop. My Mom was actually the first person to feel Waylon kick, and needless to say, she was super excited! <br /><br /></div><div> </div><div></div><div>I try to play Waylon as music as possible. Music is a HUGE part of our lives (obviously...we're naming our kid after a musical legend), and we want our son to be exposed to and love as much music as possible. I play him Waylon Jennings (of course), Elvis, Johnny Cash, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lynyrd</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Skynyrd</span>, Blackberry Smoke and even a little Motley <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Crue</span>. I also throw in a little classical because it's beautiful and because I play the violin (or used to). <br /><br /></div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>I wish I could explain to you how incredible it is to feel Waylon moving around inside my belly or to sit and watch my belly move when I play him "Home Sweet Home." It brings tears to my eyes because it's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">seriously</span> one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced in my life. It's magical and breathtaking.<br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561832178532764994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcofIpnullrFce_OJl2pFbYf07qNDN8rFuHFqt6zkmo4RjDzvlYL2NE-HRbyQ-_8acT3WSaGy1kkZqm3EbjHanod5La49HIxYQ-xjKKzhrryRlG_qvOfh35IRQ9abqh0mT-ifh6T5mW40/s320/23+weeks.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center">Check out the belly at 23 weeks! </p>HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-31131739313675611572010-12-27T15:19:00.000-08:002010-12-28T08:45:01.366-08:0021 WeeksSo the first time I felt the little Waylon move was at 18 weeks, right after I had my 4D ultrasound that determined he was a boy. Gradually, the movements have been getting more and more frequent. A couple of weeks ago, he gave me a good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ol</span>' kick that made me jump! It's the most insane feeling in the world. I don't even know how to describe it...it's just amazing. I look forward to those movements each day. Unfortunately, I think it's still a little too early for them to be regular, so they're very sporadic and surprise me throughout my day.<br /><div><div><div><br /><div>This past weekend was Christmas. Oh my! Waylon is already spoiled and he's not even here yet! My friend Jessica got him a Rolling Stones <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">onesie</span> and a Rolling Stones <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lullaby</span> CD. My friend Amy got him some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">onesies</span>, some cute little shoes and a book. My brother's girlfriend got him some rad zombie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">onesies</span>. Greg's family got him some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">onsesies</span>, bibs and picture frames. But Greg's Mom got Waylon the most amazing gift. She had a little rocking chair when she was a kid, which eventually became Greg's rocking chair when he was a kid. Well, Grandma Cindy found it in the attic and customized it just for Waylon! How cool is that???? Plus, she found some of Greg's baby clothes (super sweet glitter iron-on T's from the 80's!) and gave those to Waylon, too! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555767896771383410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkO2drNuJnMHN1haMBVn2R6Wu3JW1_yYYtmmgo9kA2TZxuDE__RtS6y0nRJqePQ9QnROr-YAq3gB_P6_qktiWkbCYjD8289UjHUIrNKjmgZY63OZ4VY7kvf_A3OXGsnPHHd1JxsjJiEBeY/s320/rocking+chair.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><p>The super cool thing is, our friends Josh and Jenelle have a daughter named Guinevere. This year for Christmas, Guinevere also got a rocking chair that belonged to her Grandma and Jenelle! Also, Greg (AKA: Uncle Chops) customized a Radio <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Flyer</span> wagon just for Guinevere! It got a new paint job with pink scallops on both sides and silver pinstripes around it. It also got some big, go-kart wheels! And I sewed leopard print padding for the inside. </p></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555772254913159282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQXgP9O_vybxnYPc_HS4QMOghy-Lt46HvA1x9_fuFF1nw-V5CQpiABdBOJkNNz07EO4gP11tPdYJ0YbLlKHi5s5fbXfjmAOiQwKSNbKTqYBnw3lXnVJ8uOrnvdPsV52MWNsnFJHzMGHcYz/s320/wagon.jpg" border="0" />And check out sweet, little Guinevere hanging out in her new wagon!<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555771036099429730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAUDbDMNSKSVzFqVUuxpOEZKsErVpBZxEdqKsE_QswcnuBlkDv8OveRcM1lPKBCdvCUWTX5bSm2AzpWwmiC3sFuwaWIPZ7wmAdiqiTzNaLGm1rNjCG0OqdSFUqb_erPT8M8w6HBkN2-Sy9/s320/guinevere.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><br /><p>I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! Happy New Year to you all! I know it's going to be a great 2011!!!! :) </p>HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-50503641066962500172010-12-11T09:43:00.000-08:002010-12-11T09:51:34.420-08:0019 WeeksSo...I had another ultrasound this week. The doctor just wanted to check out some stuff and make sure everything was in good working order. Well, my doctor got quite a show. Waylon decided he wanted to flash her every chance he got. It was quite humorous and we both had a good laugh over it. Luckily, she was able to get a pretty awesome shot of Waylon's cute, little foot. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549482718776818114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFo8BZRuxEV5YzULzmKksSq1XMwli_MZ5MdP3UBcAbI6yU-KZnKKru6eFSgFnEGhyphenhyphenohYkIzAGMQJK_1MqJYj1My44NDNNeZzwusGlX9WJB2v9j_7AoI-em77qbgby6T_WMbknsBzSZGJX/s320/Waylon+Foot.jpg" border="0" />Today, I'm taking Waylon to his very first Broadway musical: <em>Rock of Ages</em>. I can't wait! It's a musical with nothing but 80's rock!!!!! The hubby got me tickets for my birthday and my friend Charlene and I are going. Then we're meeting up with a few lady friends afterwards for dinner. So here I am all dressed up and ready to go!<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549483430421845618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipI0MCREHF5SMnqMD8kLClyab3uGfdiMcRXlKOJOJpLrYIKrUAzDB0MhN6JOwvRq6tIb4FnTByg9zJomnDf2kEyrgv4EflPju20Dxf2FAl_EhYgVL9rFQqgK9vBVWLDiU_oy-8uonlQafI/s320/19+weeks.jpg" border="0" /></div>HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-62678763118469491352010-12-06T04:14:00.000-08:002010-12-06T04:24:54.732-08:00WaylonSince I'm incredibly impatient, I couldn't wait until January at my doctor's appointment to find out the sex of the little nugget growing inside of me. So, I set up an appointment with my local 3D/4D ultrasound office. Armed with my posse of family and friends, I walked into the room crossing my fingers that the little one would cooperate and show the goods.<br /><div></div><br /><div>He didn't disappoint me. </div><br /><div>As soon as she put that thing on my gel covered belly, it was out for all the world to see, "Oh! Did you see that? It's a boy! It's sticking straight up!" Go figure. The room filled with laughter and screams. Next...everyone was on their cell phones informing EVERYONE of the news. </div><br /><div>It's a little boy. His name is Waylon Mark. Waylon, after the legendary, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">badass</span> country singer, Waylon Jennings. And Mark after two great men in my husband's life: Mark <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chatfield, </span>guitarist for Bob <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Seger,</span> and Mark Farley, my husband's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">stepdad</span>. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547543505404448610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_NS3ZcqY6TLOA8fAqFlC4T9efJ16cMz9e7U1DSLFep8Y-9XqoqcfiD6qIn3WYR6Qqj0WdL1S7FJe8WAcm679wjKdeh1USOG4H928hvB6j69ZD9Tnfb0-b132yYGUPKLirBR6aD23nri2/s320/Waylon1.jpg" border="0" /></div>HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-11572496794024359232010-11-06T08:48:00.000-07:002010-11-06T09:07:26.537-07:00FINALLYYes, finally. After what seems like an eternity of trying, there is officially a little rock star growing in my belly. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536465021891165666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYe8M4_ydVZ40UadFix93WlRKbOdDTH-JdtmnTN-PxQ5rV-Dib87PFdgLBb-f2lunIOq43GA8hSyeNRRnN5bLihJV6SqyoFtj6xjjYmaffbj0AV6yVcb3e_sdeNTTx8d724q4GBsll60c/s320/Baby2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Check out the wee one at 9.5 weeks! Pretty freaking sweet! I got to see it's heartbeat, and once I saw it...I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. It was such a HUGE relief to know that everything was OK. I cried and cried and cried. </p><p>My next appointment wouldn't be until I was at 14 weeks, and it was yesterday...on my birthday. And on my birthday, I heard my little baby's heartbeat. It was the most amazing birthday present EVER. </p><p>So far, the baby has been pretty good to me, and I'm so thankful. No morning sickness. Maybe a little bit of queasiness for a little bit, but nothing major. I've lost my taste for pretty much all foods. NOTHING ever sounds good to me...except for bread and sweets. Sleeping has become a lot more difficult for me. I toss and turn a lot and my hips ache. But other than that...it's been smooth sailing. </p><p>I'm ecstatic, excited, nervous, happy and relieved. :) </p>HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-88525132180869355772009-10-02T09:44:00.001-07:002009-10-02T09:55:39.000-07:00She's a Crazy BitchAnd I don't mean that in the way the song intended.<br /><br />Two months off birth control and I'm about to go ape shit. I'm not one who likes to take any kind of drugs, even if I have a headache. So the idea of actually getting on the pill wasn't that appealing to me because I really didn't want to mess with my body's natural state of being. But for the sake of not getting pregnant when I didn't want to, I got on the pill. Ten years later...and getting off of the pill is like trying to regain control of <em>MY </em>body. Holy shit...I'm a train wreck.<br /><br />The first month seemed fine until my monthly visitor came around. I've never been overly bitchy around this time, so when this RAGING mean monster came out of me for about a week, I thought I was losing my mind. My husband couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong (nothing really) because I was shitty to him 24/7. It was uncontrollable. I knew I was doing it but I just couldn't get myself to stop. At one point as I was driving home for the grocery store and I wanted to cry my eyeballs out and beat the shit out of someone all at the same time. I seriously thought there was something wrong with me...until I realized that my body has been doped up on birth control for a decade and doesn't really know how to react without it, so it was just freaking out. Or so I thought.<br /><br />We're on to month two and I can feel this bitchy monster making it's way out of me once again. I'm just angry. Everything makes me angry and I don't really know why. I swear I don't ever recall being this insane when I was a teen and not on birth control.<br /><br />And it's not just the bitchiness that's different. It's everything about this time of the month that's different. I won't bore you or gross you out with the details but it's like hitting puberty and discovering my body all over again at the age of 32.<br /><br />If I were you, I'd stay the hell away from me for about the next week. I'll let you know when the coast is clear. ;)HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-28404530701939122792009-08-11T14:51:00.000-07:002009-08-11T15:36:21.789-07:00It's All About PreparationBabies. <div><br /><div>It's the one thing in life I knew I had to have. It's the only thing I knew I was born to do. It was always happening to someone else, not me. And now that it's in my near future, it all seems so bizarre. </div><br /><div>Preperation for this moment has been months in the making. There has been a doctor's visit with random medical history questions about diseases and disorders I've never even freaking heard of. That led to blood tests and shots and starting on a multi-vitamin. I've been trying to eat healthy and work out (so I don't weigh 200lbs during the ordeal). I've been taking the pill for almost 10 years. That daily routine stopped on Friday and was replaced with prenatal vitamins. Now I lather myself in cocoa butter to avoid stretch marks and check my <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/">ovulation calculator</a>. Next step...get pregnant. </div><br /><div>Lucky for me, I have a partner in crime through all of this. Not my husband, Greg, but one of my very best friends, Jenelle. Jenelle is married to my husband's best friend, Josh, and together Jenelle and I plan on getting knocked up at the same time. Woohoo! That way, we can bitch and moan and console each other throughout our pregnancies (and after) and our husbands can commiserate together...and bitch and moan about how bitchy and moany we are. Not only will my husband be there to support me, but my best friend will be too! Plus, Greg and Josh grew up together and it would be amazing to have our children grow up together and be life long friends. </div><br /><div>I would like to congratulate one of my very good friends, Paul, from <a href="http://www.blackberrysmoke.com/">Blackberry Smoke</a>, and his fiance, Amanda. They will be the proud parents of a rockin' little boy, Emerson, on Thursday! Emerson already has an older brother and an older sister, Spencer and Sadie. Congrats to you all! I love you guys! </div><br /><div>And check out my friend Gillian's Etsy site: <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5814118">Burkeheart Baby</a>. She crafts cute baby shoes and bibs and knits the most adorable gnome hats for your little one! Half of the proceeds of some items goes to <a href="http://www.nowilaymedowntosleep.org/">Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep </a>and <a href="http://www.touchinglittlelives.org/">Touching Little Lives</a>, in honor of Gillian's first son, Burke. Go there and check out her super cute stuff! Support handmade goods!<br /></div><div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.67994623.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.68339903.jpg" border="0" />HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952415923435491619.post-68392995036364076732009-08-04T15:45:00.000-07:002009-08-04T15:53:29.952-07:00Be Patient Please...No bun in the oven just yet. We're working on it!<br /><div></div><br /><div>Check back for updates! </div><br /><div>Until then, enjoy a picture of our current "babies." </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/28/l_0a438f703eb49527fc1c84f68d0c07f4.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/28/l_0a438f703eb49527fc1c84f68d0c07f4.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>HellOnHighHeelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00543097693379186429noreply@blogger.com0