Saturday, September 27, 2014

Liam Turns 4!

Liam's 4th Superhero Party!

Baby Brother as The Hulk!

Captain America Fruit Shield (Thanks Pinterest)

Mommy friends-Katie, Felicia, and Tanya

Liam and Taylor Best Friend Forever! 

Grandpa came all the way from Colorado. His brothers came too! Uncle Mark and Uncle Carl!!

Noah, Daddy, and Nana

My has our little mommy group GROWN!!


Big Brothers birthday tuckered baby brother out!!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Noah-Age 7 months

A baby will make love stronger
days shorter
nights longer
bankroll smaller
home happier
clothes shabbier
the past forgotten
and the future worth living for
-author unknown-

Noah is eating all fruits and veggies. He loves feeding himself. He has started eating mum mums, and the gerber vanilla stars. I've given him a bagel, broccoli, and banana to gnaw on with close supervision. It still makes me nervous so I don't do it often.
 He has eczema on his left cheek, and we are not sure what from. He takes 2 solid naps a day. Usually between 2-3 hours. FINALLY! He has always been a great sleeper at night, and still sleeps from 7-7 and wakes up once a night for a 6 ounce bottle. It's not every night, but usually 4 times a week.
 He stopped nursing 3 days ago, and I'm really missing it. He is always a perfect angel for me. Smiling, giggling out loud, and just a true joy. His daycare provider, my mom, and Matt say there are days when I'm at work and he will scream uncontrollably for me. This breaks my heart, because this never happens with me, so it must be a separation anxiety issue. The guilt from being away from him so much is sometimes to much to bear. It completely goes against nature. I'm his mother, I always know what he needs.
 He has 1 tooth that just popped up, and is working on the second. I buy all his clothes only a little big at 18-24 months. He is a big boy. At his seven month check up he was 24lbs. 95% for weight and only 50% for height. He is sitting up, and can "slither" on his belly across the living room floor. He is obsessed with his brother, and looks for him first thing when he wakes up. He laughs if Liam simply walks by. They have an incredible bond, and I pray daily that is continues to strengthen.

Noah does not sit and play without constant entertainment from us. He is quick to fuss if he's left alone too long. He loves going for walks, and nap time. We have a Saturday morning routine where we wake up and all head to the farmers market. He LOVES this time, and hardly makes a peep. He likes seeing all the action.

This boy makes life complete. He's so fun and easy that it makes me want just one more...

Thursday, July 3, 2014


Is it strange that at least once a day, I say out loud to the Lord "please don't take them"? Them, of course meaning my babies. Don't take them, don't take them, please don't ever take them from me. That "fear" creeps up on me at times when it shouldn't. For example, I will be writing a report at work, and an overwhelming fear just comes over me, and I have to say out loud to Him "please don't take them". It's the only thing that gets me through that moment. My eyes well up, and my throat tightens. A brief image of having to live without them. If I don't quickly pray out loud for their safety, my thoughts can spiral downward and get out of control.

I don't know how mothers do it. Live without their children. What a horrible hell. I guess you have no choice. The sun doesn't stop rising when they are gone. How cruel is that? To watch the sun rise everyday, even though they are not here. I sometimes think "what's wrong with me"? Why do I think this way? Do other moms feel this fear?

I think it's the overwhelming, all consuming, crazy love I have for them. I'm not judging, but only speaking for myself. Since I work full time, my moments of exhaustion and frustration that comes with having two children is few and far between. Don't get me wrong, this is the hardest job of my life, but I cherish it. When I get home, I'm tired, but can't wait to feel Liam's little body on my lap with his legs curled as he asks "mommy, will you rub my arm" and shoots his arm straight up in the air. He usually whispers something like "I missed you today mom" or "I love you mommy". Then, picking up my 20 lbs of squishy baby rolls. Oh, that skin. So soft, and so perfect. Noah smiles, and my world stops for a moment. Sweet perfection. There is nothing like looking at your baby, and knowing he is thinking "my mommy". It's fleeting. These are the best days of my life, when I'm working hard for them, covered in spit up, and snot. I'm very aware of this, and it scares me. I'm so blissfully in love with them, and my role as their mother, that the fear of not being able to continue this role forever, almost paralyzes me.

So, for now I will continue to say out loud "Please don't take them", and have faith that He won't. I will learn to live with the fear, and continue to embrace each moment with these two precious gifts.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Meeting Little Brother

There are no words that exist that could express the utter joy a mother feels when seeing her children bond. So, this is all I have...

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

All of Me

This song by John Legend was playing in the car while I was driving with Liam to the grocery store:

'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh

How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine

The Conversation went as follows:
Liam: Is the guy singing sad mommy?
Me: No, sweetie. He's singing about someone he loves very much. It's a love song he wrote for someone very special.
(Liam listens intently to the words for a few seconds)
Liam: Oh, he must be singing about his mommy.

My heart melted, I will never be the same.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Welcome Noah Myers Craig!

Where should I start? Compared to my first birth experience, this was a cake walk. Oh, how I love this little man.

We arrived at the hospital at 5:00am. Waited until 7:00am to be taken back to the operating room. During those 3 hours, they tried 3 times to find a vein to start IV, and I vomited due to anticipation/anxiety . So embarrassing. I was hoping to be vomit free this time around. Not the case. The anesthesiologist was also adamant about NOT having ANYONE in the room with me while receiving my spinal. EVEN my midwife, who has worked in the practice of the operating surgeons for 20 years!!! I was so scared! She said that had not happened in all her years practicing. So I was all by myself when he inserted the needle that could lead to my paralysis. But, actually he ended up being very sweet, and attentive during everything. God blessed me with an amazing nurse, who during the whole procedure who was a literal angel. In the spot light of the operating table while he was inserting my needle, she literally looked like an angel with wings. I was completely relaxed, and didn't throw up again. Thank God. 

Anyway, here is our sweet boy. He is amazing, and we couldn't feel more blessed.