Tuesday, March 30, 2010

That's how I roll.

Harrison has never been a very big fan of tummy time. A few weeks ago he rebelled in protest and decided to go ahead and just roll over!

Hey Mommy!

Wait a second! Mommy, I think you accidentally put me on my tummy...

Maybe I can charm my way out of this torture?

Okay - this isn't funny any more!!!

Fine then. I will do this without you. Muhahaha!

Okay. Let's think about this. Time to concentrate!

Hmmm. This doesn't seem to be working.

Maybe ditching the blanket will help.

OMG! OMG! I did it! 

And now I'm going to eat my fist in celebration.

My baby is growing up. 


Won't be long before he's crawling around everywhere and getting into everything.

I guess it's time to start baby-proofing the house...

Sunday, March 28, 2010

My baby brother.

My little bro isn't so little any more. (And no, Connor, that wasn't (entirely) meant as a fat joke. Ha!) Today he turned 23, which makes me feel OLD.

Tonight we went to dinner at a hibachi grill and then back to Mom and Tim's for cheesecake. Birthdays are such a great excuse to indulge! (And thanks M&T for dinner!)

 Not sure what was going on here!

"Hurry up and take the frickin' picture so I can put this baby down!"

I'm feeling somewhat nostalgic so I thought I'd post some old school pics. Connor will be very glad that I couldn't find the photos where I dressed him up as a girl.

Where we both quickly learned to never go to Joe's Crab Shack for your birthday.

Happy Birthday, Connor!  Oh, and get a haircut.  :)

Friday, March 26, 2010


Sickness is still lingering here at our house. I don't have much energy and I'm pretty sure I'm far too loopy on cold medicine to really write a coherent post, so instead I'll share a short video of Harrison.  Sorry about my annoying narration, but I think H's cuteness makes up for it. And as a bonus, it has a really awesome ending. You're quite welcome.  ;)

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Birthday Girl

Today is a very special girl's 8th birthday.

Happy Birthday, Christian!!! 

I cannot believe my one and only niece is turning EIGHT. I remember holding her in the hospital hours after she was born. That couldn't have been eight years ago, could it? 

 I love this picture!!!  And it seems like it was taken just last summer...

 But, {sigh} it wasn't. Because this one was taken TWO summers ago:

 Rick's overly obnoxious shirt tries to steal the attention, but nothing competes against her adorable smile!

And this one was taken just last week:

The sweetest cowgirl ever!

She's so very lovely and sweet and beautiful and we absolutely adore her to pieces. Just like everybody else who is lucky enough to know her!

Christian, sending lots of love and very happy birthday wishes your way from your Aunt Kelsey and Uncle Rick (and cousin Harrison, too, of course). We love you!

Monday, March 22, 2010


So apparently I have the immune system of a bubble boy. This is the 3rd time in 3 months that I've been sick! I really try to stay healthy. I eat right (most of the time), I exercise (sometimes), I take vitamins every day, and I don't really have any unhealthy habits to speak of. And to my father-in-law: I played in the dirt as a kid so I think your theory must be bunk!  :)

Anyway, I was planning to get pictures up of our spring break adventures and birthday celebration, but instead I am going to drink a nice big glass of Nyquil and hit the sheets in hopes of getting well enough to take Harrison to his first trip to the zoo tomorrow. Rick took the day off from work and I really don't want him to have to spend it playing nurse! So, if you don't mind, please send get-well wishes my way.

And because I hate a picture-less post, this photo will have to do until I have enough energy to get the rest of the pictures up.

I hate it when my mommy is sick.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Spring fever!

Spring is my absolute favorite season of the year, and this year it seems like it's taken FOREVER for it to finally arrive. It couldn't be due to the fact that I spend all day every day inside with an infant, 2 dogs, and a cat, could it? Ha! We've been cooped up in the house for the majority of winter and I've been patiently waiting for beautiful weather to enjoy some outside time, and, YAY! It's finally here!

Harrison digs it, too.

How come you never showed me this room of the house before, Mom?

But, don't be fooled. Sydney does NOT dig the warm weather. Because that means she has to leave the confines of the house. Which is just plain cruel, according to her.

Um, where is the A/C? I can't believe you made me come out here.

But what she does dig is Harrison. And no, not because she's his loyal pet, like a dog is supposed to be. More like because he's a tasty treat just a burp away from happening. Disgusting, I know. We'll just go ahead and pretend this next picture is a boy with his best friend being showered with kisses.

Over the weekend we took advantage of the beautiful weather and made a couple of trips to a local nursery. We've lived in our house for over 2 years and haven't planted a single thing in our backyard yet. We are in really big need of a shade tree, and we finally decided on a red maple. We also got a Japanese crab apple as an accent tree. When I was pregnant, I had visions of leisurely spring days spent gardening while the baby played on a blanket next to me. Yeeeeaah, not really sure it's going to play out like I imagined, ha! But hopefully we can manage to squeeze some time in to do some landscaping at some point. And hopefully I can manage to actually keep what we plant alive. My track record isn't really the best...

This week should be quite adventurous. It's Spring Break, and Joel came up to stay with us. He'll be breaking me in to the concept of taking care of 2 kids instead of 1, so wish me luck! I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of fun. He's a great kiddo and at such a fun age. Yesterday he informed everybody in the room, "Taddie has a boyfriend. It's me. I'm hot." Ha ha! Where does he get this stuff?

These two are pretty good buds already:

Joel-Joel and Hare-Bear. How stinkin' cute is this!

Yesterday was a busy day. Ashley, Jon, and I took our respective kids to Nasa and then to paint pottery. My camera battery died, so I don't have any pictures - I'll have to get them from Jon. They had a great time, even Harrison. I was a little anxious at times, like when he decided to puke all over the wall and floor in one of the exhibits. Good thing Ashley was holding him at the time though, ha! But unfortunately I was the one holding him the 5 times he did it at the pottery studio. I feel so bad for my poor baby. :-(

After all of the festivities, we came back to the house and had friends over for dinner. Rick grilled some of the best pork chops and tenderloin that I've ever had - we're talking Y-U-M. And he insisted that I relax and enjoy the company and not lift a finger. He took care of the mashed potatoes, veggies, and meat, and even cleaned the kitchen afterward. Do I have the best husband, or what?!

Life is GOOD!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

He's sneaky like that.

Don't say I didn't warn you...

You TOTALLY looked! Do I rock this game, or what?

And now I must punch you! Thanks for playing.

Friday, March 5, 2010

There must be something in the water.

Yesterday, Harrison and I took a break from the Kenny Chesney festivities to meet my friend Ann for lunch. We used to work together and it was great catching up with her since I don't see her regularly anymore.

She had some VERY exciting news. She and her husband will be welcoming their first baby in September! I'm soooo happy for her. Congratulations, Ann!

That makes 4 new babies from people at the bank within 9 months of each other. Nancy and I had ours in December, Cody's wife is due this month, and now Ann in September. I'm sure the bank is pretty glad right about now that they don't offer paid maternity/paternity leave. Hmph.

Here is a picture of the momma-to-be with Harrison.

My mom's friend sure seems like a natural.

I can't wait to see her holding her own in just a few short months! 

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Proof I REALLY love my son.

Anybody who knows me knows that I have a slight crush on Kenny Chesney. And by "slight crush" I mean "OMG he rocks my world my heart beats for him my head spins for him my stomach flutters for him I love him I love him I love him!" (I didn't even shudder about typing that run-on sentence because this type of excitement cannot be restrained by punctuation.) And it's not a physical type of love, like I want to stalk him down and force him to have babies with me or anything. It's his voice! It pours out nothing but smooth country perfection and makes me want to melt into a puddle of pure satisfaction every time I hear him sing.

And I'm not one of the typical bandwagon fans. Our love runs deep. Like, 1994 deep. Does this ring a bell? In fact, I think I actually like his older stuff better than his more recent music. I own every single one of his CDs, listen to them regularly, and never get tired of hearing them. Rick is completely okay with our relationship, by the way. He even gave me an autographed picture for my birthday one year, and it hangs proudly on our wall. And when I heard that Kenny was going to be visiting the radio station in my office building he was quite supportive of my decision to stalk him in the lobby in hopes of snagging a picture with him or *gulp* happen upon a "chance" elevator ride with the singer himself. Unfortunately, however, my efforts were wasted. The station snuck him up the freight elevator to avoid "crazy fans." Whatever. 

Anyway, I NEVER miss him when he's in concert. Or at least I never used to. Sadly, last summer I was handcuffed to my ex best friend and it was physically impossible for me to make it to his Sun City Carnival tour. I think some of those tears I was crying that day were in mourning of this. Especially when I heard that he wouldn't be touring in 2010. Imagine my glee when I heard he was coming to the Houston Livestock Rodeo in March!!!!!!!!!!!

Enter a newborn. Exit freedom.

The concert is tonight. Sure, we probably could have found a babysitter. But it's a Thursday night and it's not very practical. And our entertainment budget has been killed since I'm no longer collecting a paycheck. Besides, I miss being away from my little guy! I don't think I would have fully enjoyed myself if we had decided to go.

So instead, we (and by "we," I mean Harrison and me. Rick would kill me if I didn't specify that he did not partake in the festivities*) decided to celebrate the fact that Kenny is in town in our own way. We have been listening to his CDs all day long and dancing together and singing together and having a fabulous time here at the house. And of course we had to dress the part as well!

First, the boots. My dad made me these boots several years ago and today seemed like a great occasion to get them out of the closet. H's boots are courtesy of his friend Grayson.

I made Harrison this onesie and he seems to really like it. Apparently he knows he's cute!

Who says there is anything wrong with being short and bald???

And then it was time for a wardrobe change because of this:

Whoa. Nobody told me anything about a wet t-shirt contest?

He stayed in this cute pearl snap jumper for about 5 minutes, because of this:

I didn't mean to! I swear! 

So finally, I surrendered and dressed him in what he wears about 80% of the time. Minus the boots. 

Mom bought me a closet full of clothes...joke's on her, hehehe!

It's much easier to wipe down his bare skin than to change him a million times. Because of, you guessed it, this:
 Action shot!

I never, ever, in a billion years thought I would say this, but I'm not really that sad about missing Kenny. I had so much fun hanging out with my little cowboy today instead. And that right there is hard proof that a baby changes everything. But in such a good way! 

Harrison, however, was pretty upset that he missed out on the concert:

It's just not fair!!!!! They never let me do anything!!!!

And now I'll leave you with a video of my absolute favorite Kenny song ever. It helped me through a really tough season in my life and is one of the reasons I fell in love with his music. Enjoy!

*I feel compelled to add that while Rick was not here for the festivities today, when I was searching high and low for the CDs I finally found them all in his car. And one was in the player, mid-song, with the volume pretty dang high. He refuses to admit it, but he's TOTALLY a closet fan!


Wednesday, March 3, 2010


There's not much I understand about this show, other than I can't seem to get enough of it. The title is absolutely perfect and describes how I feel pretty much every second I'm watching. But what I DO know is this: it provides the perfect opportunity to get together with friends for a fun little viewing party.

Jeff and Katie came over last night to join us in all of the Lost confusion. One good thing about having friends over for dinner (other than enjoying their company, of course) is it's the perfect excuse to bake brownies. Umm, YUM! It isn't, however, an excuse to devour them like I haven't eaten in days. But I apparently have no self control when it comes to dessert and so I did just that. Don't judge. :)

 How cute is this?! 

 Dude, you totally have a stain on your shirt. 

 Jeff while he's NOT eating.

 And Jeff while he IS eating.

The second picture of Jeff wasn't from last night. But I had to share it anyway. I mean, look at the size of that freakin' burrito! I don't understand how the guy puts food away like that without weighing 400 lbs. Very impressive!

Anyway, we had a great time hanging out. Of course more questions were introduced than actually answered, but we are all used to that by now. There are only 10 more episodes left of the entire series, and I'm starting to get a little anxious about how the writers are going to wrap everything up. We are all far too invested in this show for a lame ending. I REALLY hope they know that...

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

3 Months

Today my baby is 3 months old. A quarter of a year. Stop the insanity!

Even though I feel like time is flying by a little too quickly for my liking, I must say that I am thoroughly enjoying the stage Harrison is at right now. It's so fun to watch him discover the world around him, and every little milestone he reaches makes my heart beam with pride. Everybody told me that you really can't understand what it means to be a mom until you become one, and they were all so right. I don't think I've ever been as happy in all my life as I have been these past three months!

Today, after Kindermusik, we went to a mom's group that the hospital sponsors. I have only gone one other time when he was 6 days old, but I was curious as to how much he weighs. And since they have a scale there, I decided to swing by on our way home. And can I just say that my baby is the chunkiest baby of the entire class?! But I love his cute little rolls and fat little cheeks and I'm perfectly happy with his "heartiness."  :)

He weighs in at 14 lbs., 9 oz.

He is 24 1/2 inches long (according to my own probably-not-so-accurate measurement)

So Harrison, what have you been up to this month?

You have become such an active baby! You love going to town in the Jumperoo, doing squats when anybody holds you upright, and kicking your legs and flailing your arms like crazy when you're lying in the floor. It's sad to say that you get the most exercise out of everybody in this house. Ha! 

You are trying SO hard to roll over. I think it's because you don't really care for tummy time and are trying to escape! It won't be much longer.

 How dare you put me on my belly!

You are sleeping great through the night! You are still in your lamb swing (but stationery) in our room since your reflux has gotten worse. I think you sleep so well at night because you refuse to nap well throughout the day. You'll doze off for 20-30 minutes but then you're up again ready to play.

Stop taking my picture! You only have about 15 minutes left and you really need a shower...

We have officially conquered nursing! Yay! When we are hanging out at home, I pretty much exclusively nurse you. Your dad feeds you a bottle in the morning and one in the evening since he enjoys the bonding time, too, but I am now pumping way less often than before. You eat about 6-7 oz. every 3 hours or so, about 6 times a day. Which is a LOT of milk! According to what I've read, the average is 19-30 oz per day for breastfed babies, so you are definitely an overachiever. But then again, you don't keep all of it down, so I guess it's necessary.

 I don't need you anymore, Dad. I'm a big boy!

Which brings us to the next topic: reflux. I really think God was preparing me for you when I so sick during my pregnancy. Our house has seen copious amounts of vomit over the last 12 months. Apparently, I passed the barf torch on to you! All kidding aside, I really do worry about you sometimes, even though the doctor says I shouldn't. I've never seen a baby spit up as much as you do. In fact, "spit up" doesn't really describe it. There are many times where your entire meal comes shooting out of your mouth at an alarming speed, with little or no warning. We use towels instead of burp cloths. Many days I don't bother getting you or myself dressed because we would both go through dozens of outfits in a very short period of time. Thankfully, you don't seem to be in pain and are relatively unaware of the problem. And your doctor says you should grow out of it soon. So in the meantime, our days are filled with endless laundry, tons of bibs, crusty PJs, and lots of baths. And some pretty happy dogs that follow you around like you are a treat waiting to happen.

Operation Get Clean: FAILED

You have a new best friend. It seemed like you could really use a buddy to calm and comfort you in your many bouts of stress and frustration throughout the day (sorry, you get that from me). So when I saw that she was machine washable, I bought you an elephant lovey for Valentine's Day and it was love at first sight. Her name is Ellie, because your mom is very original and creative - ha! She has been a lifesaver at times, because when you've had enough and decide it's time for a giant meltdown, we put her in your hands and she walks you down from the ledge. You snuggle up to her and pull her close to you and many times stop crying immediately. Oh, how we all love Ellie!

Now that I have my Ellie, maybe it WILL be okay after all...

Harrison, we need to talk. Three months is way too early to be girl crazy already. But you so are! Above your dresser there is a picture frame with a picture of a baby in it. Not of you. And yes, I do realize that it's pretty sad that I haven't put pictures in any of your frames, but that's beside the point. I've been quite busy with the feeding and the changing and the cleaning up barf and all, so cut me some slack. Anyway, you are absolutely enamored with the baby in the frame! Every time we set you down to change your diaper, you turn and look at that baby and grin from ear to ear. You talk to her. You flirt with her. Your eyes fill with wonder and excitement. You flash her your bashful little smile and flutter your long eyelashes and it is the cutest thing ever! Even when you are screaming at the top of your lungs, one glance at the picture turns you into the happiest baby in the blink of an eye. (And we don't really know if the baby is a girl or a boy, but we're just going to assume it's a girl. Mmkay?)   :) 

Mom! OMG! That's the girl of my dreams up there!

We're just glad he likes the baby in the left frame and not the creepy baby with black eyes in the middle. Ha!

You have the longest, most beautiful eyelashes of any boy I know!

One bat of these 'lashes turns my parents into SUCH suckers.

Your hair. Oh, your poor hair. You have a lot going on up there on that head of yours. You've got 3 cowlicks. THREE! You've got the beginning stages of a mullet. You've got a bald spot. And now it appears that your hair might be trying to change colors - it's looking more and more reddish, especially in certain light. It will be quite interesting to see how your hair grows in as you get older. I have a feeling that your future is going to hold a lot of buzz cuts! :)

2 of 3 cowlicks: one serious side part

Is my mullet trying to sprout wings and take flight?

You are babbling and cooing and squealing a ton and just blossoming into such a little social ham. I love all of your cute baby noises, even the pitiful crying/whining ones (but in moderation, please). You are so full of expression and we think you may be a little bipolar since you go from laughing to crying to smiling to scowling to grinning to glaring to laughing in 0.5 seconds. Ha!









Hare-Bear, you continue to light up our lives. We love you so unbelievably much and that will never change!

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