Four Eyes and Two Pictures

Someone got glasses. And that someone is extremely excited to have glasses. In fact, that someone’s response to the news that she needed glasses was a fist pump and a “YES!” that was a little too loud for an optometrist’s office. Now that she’s got them, she says she’s in the “glasses club” with Dave.

I can’t get over how much older they make her look. She is growing up way too fast.

On a semi-related note, after much debate, we decided to get her school picture retaken after all.

I’m really glad that we did. Not only does it look better than the first one, but now that she’s graduated to the grown-up-too-fast glasses club, it’s nice to have one last artifact from her days as our little glasses-free girl.

It’s a girl!

Olive Ann Lesue was born this morning at 12:28 a.m. She weighs seven pounds, two ounces and she is 20 inches long. Or is it tall?

Both Olive and Holly are doing very well. Thankfully, the only complication so far has been fitting little Olive’s out-sized feet onto the ink pad.

Not enough über cute newborn baby photos for you? Okay, fine. Here’s the gallery.

My Pregnancy

Today is Thursday, November 12, 2009. I am 39 weeks and two days into this pregnancy. It feels like things are starting to happen.

During this pregnancy I have thrown up 137 times. And I have banned Dave from eating onions for the duration of my pregnancy.

Inez was six days late, and Gwen was two days early. I’m ready for this baby to come. I’ve packed (mostly), my hair is done, my legs are shaved and I even had Dave paint my toenails for me.

We have a few ideas for girl names, but still don’t have any boy names. Everyone seems to think we are going to have a boy. Let’s put it to a vote, shall we?

Is it a boy or a girl?

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And did I mention I’m ready?

Really, really ready.

My Thoughts in the Early Morning

This morning I woke up at 5am. After attempting to get comfortable enough to fall asleep, my mind decided to stay awake and think about my children. Even now, an hour later at 6am, as I sit here at the computer, I can’t help but cry when I think about how much I love my girls. Sure, they get in trouble and aren’t necessarily angels, but what would be the fun in raising children that were already good? I certainly wouldn’t learn any of the lessons I’m supposed to learn. It seems as though patience is the #1 lesson I need to learn in this life, at least during this time of my life.

I went into their room just a few minutes ago, tucked them into their beds, and just stared at them. As I looked at them and brushed the hair out of their faces, I couldn’t hold back my tears. They have blessed my life more than I could ever tell them. I love them more than I could ever express to them. They make me laugh every day. They also make me frustrated pretty much every day (this is where a good heap of patience on my part would really come in handy).

I am trying to be a better mom. And I really need to be a better mom because these precious little spirits deserve (at least) that from me.

With my long list of things to do before the baby comes, I need to remember to make time for my girls and put that at the top of my list. When Gwen brings me the book Corduroy so that I can read it to her for the hundredth time this week, I need to stop what I’m doing and read it to her. And then when she asks for another book, I need to keep reading to her. I need to sit down with Inez and draw with her (her newest passion). I need to listen to what she tells me and have real conversations with her. I need to hold them and snuggle them as much as they will let me because soon enough there will be a different baby occupying my arms.

And while I’m really excited for that to be the new reality, I can’t let the last few days of this reality slip away without relishing them to the fullest.

Progress on the Projects

So, I’m making some progress on my ginormous To Do List.

Here is the back of the girl quilt.

Here is the boy quilt.

Here is another project that has been on my list since we moved into our home ONE YEAR AGO.  I’ve been needing to hem the kitchen curtains and make a valance out of the leftover pieces.  I cannot tell you the satisfaction I got from finally checking this project off my list.

And this was one last project that was completed yesterday, even though it was not on my list.

I find it rather interesting that I had enough energy to make these, but not enough energy to brush my teeth once it was time for bed.


A little while ago I blogged about having too much on my plate. And while I’m actually getting some things done, somehow, my plate is not getting emptier (is that a word?). It seems like I am just adding more to my plate. And not only is my To Do list getting longer, but my energy level is being depleted. Fast.

Some of my projects are finished. My Doula wanted me to get some sort of heat pack, so I made this one with some flannel that I had in my stash. It’s just a simple heat pack with rice inside that you microwave.

I have to admit that it was a pretty easy project. It kind of felt like when I realize that I have done something that is not on my To Do list, but I add it anyway just so I can cross it off. Tell me I’m not the only one who does that.

I also have some projects that have not even been started and I’m sure the reason is because they are a bit more complicated. I decided that instead of waiting to see what we have (boy or girl), I will make two little quilts ahead of time, since things will get a lot crazier after baby arrives.

So the two pieces of fabric on the left are for the girl quilt, the two in the middle are for the boy quilt. Then two pieces on the right are what I want to use to recover a baby swing that someone gave us.

I think I’ve maybe lost my marbles because I even suggested to Dave last night that maybe we should make our own Thanksgiving dinner this year. Now, keep in mind that my “due date” is nine days before Thanksgiving, so we probably won’t be having dinner with our families that are in the area with such a new baby BECAUSE, OH MY GOSH, I BETTER HAVE HAD THIS BABY BY THANKSGIVING. But I think that might be pushing it to try and make our own feast. Especially since I’ve never even done a turkey before.

So, I’m crazy. Right?


You know you’re doing something right as a father when your daughter gives you a note that says “I no dot lik you Dad…”

…and draws a picture of “Jesus in heaven and Satan in Satanland” (her words) in the same week.

I really like the angels. And the fact that she circled the tongue sticking out at me.