Monday, September 29, 2014

35-39/52 + a Little Life Update

A portrait of our child, once a week, every week in 2014.
September 2014
I have been horrible at documenting our life lately. It's not for a lack of want - I want to remember this time period. This weird, in-between, taking-way-too-much-time-to-get-our-life-organized, waiting for a couple more kids time.September 2014September 2014
I'm trying my very best to soak up our relative-calm before our lives are going to change drastically. It's going to be a whirlwind of who-knows-how-long hospital stays then somehow figuring out how to survive each day with a couple of teeny newborns and the awesome hurricane that is Sawyer. Don't get me wrong, we are incredibly excited for our girls to get here. We are praying every single spare moment that they stay healthy in me for as long as possible.September 2014
I have various appointments every single week, which I am grateful for. Right now, one baby girl is a bit smaller than the other baby girl. This is pretty normal considering that not all humans grow at the same rate (shocker). But if something is not perfect, doctors get worried. I have to make a conscious effort not to let myself become engulfed in fear because, really, what good does that do? September 2014September 2014
For various long-winded reasons, I have a c-section scheduled for when I am 36 weeks along on November 14th. Yet, my doctors believe, given some more long-winded reasons, that I may go into labour between 32 and 35 weeks. We believe that God made these girls and that he's in control of the going-ons in my womb. He's not shocked or surprised about anything. Please pray along with us for healthy wee-ones that hang out in me until mid-November. As much as my body aches and cramps and is screaming for relief, we want them nice and cozy warm inside. 

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

31-34/52

A portrait of our child, once a week, every week in 2014.

Wow. Life.31-34/52
Moving with a toddler while pregnant with two little humans isn't ideal. It has been a rough month for me. I wasn't going to risk bed rest by packing too much or over-exherting my body. So I didn't do a thing. And that is about the hardest thing you could ask me to do. The control-freak who prefers to do things herself and her own way had to sit on her ass and watch as her rockstar husband, parents, and in-laws packed, cleaned, and moved like it was their job. I was in mental agony but ridiculous grateful.
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This boy continues to floor me. He has a big personality. He is testing us and his boundaries and is discovering the world. Good for him.

It has been a rough week or so in our new place for him, understandably. But I feel like things are starting (barely) to settle in his brain.
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Now to let my nesting instincts roam free. Finally.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

29+30/52

A portrait of our child, once a week, every week in 2014.29/52
He doesn't stop moving. Ever. I get many he's going to sleep well tonight comments after people see him running around non-stop. Nope. The amount of energy he burns off during the day has no affect on how tired he gets before nap or bedtime. He's such a cool kid.
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Life is crazy and messy right now. Organizing and packing for a move is never clean. But it's certainly extra messy, and slow, with a toddler. Packing often means that Sawyer plays with whatever he can get his hands on (which is a lot). If he's not playing with the mountain of unpacked boxes, he'll find something else. Like an umbrella he manages to open. Every day I wonder why we even bother to have toys. This morning he played with a plunger and an empty coffee tin. Save your money people.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

28/52

A portrait of our child, once a week, every week in 2014.28/52
These two are happiest when they are roughing-around with each other. It's adorable.June 2014June 2014
^^^HA. The classic Papa-protects-himself-while-toddler-attacks pose. 

Thursday, July 03, 2014

27/52

A portrait of our child, once a week, every week in 2014.
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Sawyer, Sawyer, Sawyer. His little friends put up with so much from him. He is very aggressive in his affection. Sweet Abby seems to bring it out especially in him. He can't seem to leave her be. I promise, no one taught him to thrust.

Friday, June 27, 2014

26/52

A portrait of our child, once a week, every week in 2014.26/52
Sawyer, my sister, and I went to one of my favourite childhood places: Birchwood Dairy. Sure, I said that I wanted Sawyer to play at the little petting zoo area, but really I was just having a big ol' pregnancy ice cream craving.

This boy loves animals. Well, he loves them from a distance until he has had adequate time to test the waters. I'm thinking it's a good thing to love animals yet but skeptical - a nice healthy respect. He so badly wanted to feed the goats like Mama and Aunty were. Childhood logic dictates that if you close your eyes, the danger factor has been greatly decreased - right?June 2014
He runs and screams at any given moment. June 2014
He's been doing that eyebrow since day one. For real people.
June 2014

Saturday, June 21, 2014

25/52

A portrait of our child, once a week, every week in 2014.25/52
Boy, oh, boy. I'm not a morning person. I like to wake up slowly. Of course this hasn't actually occurred in over a year and I'm beginning to come to terms with the fact that it does not get easier to get used to early mornings. The problem is, Sawyer isn't exactly a ball of joy when he wakes up either (I understand, I'm the same way my boy). This Saturday morning was especially bad. And it did not help our situation that Papa is gone ocean fishing for a while. There was a lot of inconsolable screaming. The only thing that calmed him down? 10 minutes of The Magic School Bus and an apple. I'll take it.