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Again With The Thrush?

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Mom was wondering if I had any new pictures of Hannah to post... I do.

Here she is:
My beautiful little princess. Sigh. I'm really not looking forward to going through this again. Hopefully, we can clear this up a little faster than we did with Sammy... Because seriously, that was NOT a good time. Double sigh.

Yay!!!

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I won Heather's Surprise Package!!! Apparently, there is still more coming, but I'm pretty jazzed about the seeds and actually just winning was pretty thrilling! I was hoping and hoping... When she posted an update with a hint, I couldn't help but check the mail every day wondering if I was the lucky winner... AND I WAS! YAY!

To celebrate I think I'd better have my own Surprise Package contest. (My mom did something like this a while ago, but it had to be something homemade and I'm lazy. This will just be something I buy.) So send me your mailing address either by email (you can find my email address by clicking "view my complete profile" over to your left) or by sending me a message on facebook. I'll have Ben draw a name in a week or so, and then I'll send out a package of something fun to surprise one of you with. Weee! Fun hey?

Dreamer

Since it's looking like I'm not going to get a post about Sam's birthday up this weekend like I wanted to... Here's something that made me cry like a baby.

You know why I think it made my heart just about burst with happiness? I think it's because all of us feel like we have something beautiful inside of us that the world is overlooking. I think it's because all of us sometimes feel like we're judged wrongly and we'd like to be seen for who we really are. I think it's because all of us have wild and crazy dreams that seem completely out of reach.

And sometimes we just need to see the ordinary person reach out and grasp a hold of one of those unreachable dreams... Sometimes we just want to see someone prove the world wrong... Sometimes we need to see the beauty inside a person burst into the spotlight and be really seen for the first time.

I'm gonna go watch it again. Wait. First I'll feed Hannah. Then I'll watch it again.

First Easter Sunday

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I suppose at some point I need to start up a blog for Hannah of her very own, but since it's only been 6 days I'm assuming I still have time before you all start getting sick of baby picture after baby picture. In the meantime, her she is all ready for church this morning:
I had a different dress that I bought for her to wear Easter Sunday, but it turned out to be WAY to big. I bought this one as a back up in case she was smaller than I was expecting. It turned out the back up dress was even too big. I had to sew it smaller with elastic yesterday. When it's hanging on a hanger it looks like doll clothes, which is funny since yesterday Mom and I were actually desperate enough to go looking through the toy department for something for Hannah to wear. Real doll clothes are pretty tacky though. And in the end... Doesn't she look just completely and totally lovely?

Home!

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I just have to tell you... This baby? This baby is making me want to have even more babies. (Which is NOT how I usually feel at this stage in the game.) She is just the sweetest little bundle of peace and tranquility. I hardly know what to do with her. I'm glad her name has always been Hannah. It's such a sweet soft name for such a sweet soft girl. I wish you could all meet her...

(Don't worry Dixie... It's coming. I'll have a nice long birth story written out for you soon, complete with all the gory "too-much-info" type details.)

It's a Bird ... It's a Plane ... It's a Boy?!

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Alright, so with a lame title like that, you know already that this isn't Becky posting on her blog. But, hey, until she changes her password, I can do whatever I want. Oh, the power! I can even give out Gold *'s to all the people who were gullible enough to believe the title post! (Admit it John Anderson, I totally got you!)

Alright. In case you still don't know, here's the stats:

Hannah Grace Willems was born on April 7, 2009 at 8:40am. She weighed in at 6 pounds, 11.5 ounces and was 19.25 inches long. And she has the most darling red hair! The operation went smoothly without complication and both mother and daughter are doing great.


Here they are! Mom thought the post title (given the picture) should have been "Stoned Mother, Crying Baby". More appropriate, maybe, but not lame enough for me. I've got an image to maintain, after all.

Anywho, more pictures coming soon (once dad gets to the hospital with his pro camera, or Becky gets home with hers…

One More Sleep!

And Becky's starting to get a little nervous. I have to admit, as easy-peasy as a planned c-section is, as much as I tell you it's a breeze... When it gets close I start to get a little nervous. Mostly it's excited nervous, but the operating room does freak me out a little. Last time I was so nervous that I couldn't stop shaking. It's a little freaky-deaky in there.

I should probably go though. I still haven't packed my bag.

I'm told I'm first on the day surgery list and that I should be in the operating room by 8 am tomorrow morning. So, if you think of me (us), send some prayers our way... For a smooth delivery and a healthy little Hannah.

Talk to you when I get home! (Glen will update the blog with a photo tomorrow evening sometime.) (You can tell him I said that.)

Two Days to Go!

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Yes, I got your package Martha! And I've been meaning to post a big thank-you, honest. I just can't hold things like that in my head for much longer than a few minutes right now. In my head I wrote a nice post about how much I love all my "blogging" friends. I love my blog, and probably the biggest reason is all the friends that I never would have made without it. Thanks so much for the adorable and thoughtful gifts. You are such a blessing to me, and for way more reasons than just the package you sent for Hannah. (And me.) I love the little shirt especially though. It's so sweet, I can't wait to put it on her and post a picture for you.

Three Days to Go!

Yoiks. It always feels like it takes forever to get to this point and then when I get here I wonder how it happened. I have to tell you that it totally weirds me out to think about a fully-formed, ready-to-be-born baby moving around inside of me. Isn't that weird? She could come out today and be a baby! An actual baby who would open her eyes and look at me and hold my finger in her little hand. When I watch my stomach shift around I can hardly believe it. Even after two other pregnancies I can hardly wrap my brain around it. She won't seem real to me until they lift her up above the curtain and put her on my chest.

I. Can't. Wait.

And still, every time when the day gets close I get this feeling of wanting to keep my baby inside of me. I always think of how empty I'll feel without her moving around while I fall asleep at night, which is ridiculous because I never do feel empty with a brand new baby in my arms instead of my stomach. I think about my baby's life, and a…

Not Better Yet

"If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world." - Mercedes Lackey

A long time ago, I burned a sleepy time cd for the boys with the Sarah Mclachlan song "When She Loved Me" on it. I used to love that song. Last night when it started playing I had to get Glen to turn it off. I don't think I can ever listen to it again without crying. I'm still upset.

Do you know? We used to walk our cats on leashes. We took them to the drive-in with us. Sometimes, when I didn't want to go alone, I would take Fizz in the car with me to the store. She slept on my bed every night, usually under my covers. We used to tell Mom and Dad that we had to bring the cats along with us to their house when we visited because we couldn't find someone to watch them, but it was really because I would have missed them too much if we'd left them behind. The first year that we moved to Yorkton I was so lonely, and when Glen would go to work I would sit in the yard with …

The Only Cat

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Fizz is the only cat I know who will sit calmly in a bathtub full of water and wait for you while you go get the shampoo. She's the only cat I know who likes cantaloupe. (No, not likes it, LOVES it.) She's the only cat I know who will walk on a leash like a dog, and eat grass along the way like a fuzzy little cow who purrs while she eats.

She's also the only cat who I would ever let onto my bed, and the only cat who I'll still pet, even though I'm allergic to her. It's temping, so tempting, to try the surgery and keep her as our only cat. If I wasn't really certain that sometime this year she'll be sick all over again anyways, and I'll have to go through saying goodbye all over again... I'd let her go on being the only cat I still love. This is hard. I still love my Fizzbit. I'm going to go sit on the couch with the only cat who's allowed on my furniture till it's time for her to go to the vet. Glen's taking her. I can't. I…