Monday, April 22, 2013

Monday fun day!


Today was no different than any other, except that Seth got home at a decent time since most of the planting prep work is done! So, we spent the evening outside enjoying some sunshine and playing with Eli and Bristol....which of course turned into Seth checking grain bins which never stops scaring me even though the bins at our house are half the height of most of them!


This is what Seth calls his "workout." Must be how he got those big guns! :)


Even little Eli contributes to yard work!


The four little barn kittens that I've grown quite attached to (not unusual for me) but I'm especially invested since I spent my whole weekend reviving the little stinkers!


Seth having fun making me nervous!



Eli's trying to figure out how his dad got up there!


 
Happy Monday everyone!

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Spring has Sprung...sort of

Spring is upon us, which means its planting time! It's no secret that planting is not one of my favorite seasons. Although its normally very quick, tensions run high and it gets a little stressful at times.  Last year, the planting was done very early and in record time at that. However, with all the buckets and buckets of rain we have been getting lately, the tractors are still parked in the shed.

But nobody is complaining. (Okay, except they are, but all farmers have to complain about something!)

We needed this rain so badly! We are finally in the "out of drought" category which hopefully means a much better summer and harvest than the last!  Before we know it, the drill and planter will be busy planting acres and acres of beans, corn, and best of all SWEET corn! Yum!

Speaking of spring, it has also been apparent in the animals on the farm! Our momma cat had kittens last Monday! She had six, but one didn't make it through the first day, and another didn't make it through the storm. I got home from work yesterday, and thought I found another one gone. It was cold as can be and stiff as a board. I took it inside to check with my stethoscope and then the little gal squeaked at me! With all the rain and 40 degree weather, she just got too cold! So with some kitten formula and couple hours spent in my pocket she was back in action and reunited with her brothers and sisters and I can happily report that all four kittens are doing great! The night the storm came, we had a tornado watch and I didn't want to move the kittens to the barn because just a few nights earlier, Seth shot a huge possum who had been taking up residence there.  So, I braved the wind and rain to build a little fort for the kitties by using my awesome Purdue engineering skills :) Since then, its been improvised a bit and moved a few feet so that its conveniently placed under the dryer vent so they get some nice blasts of warm air, since laundry is a 24 hour thing at our house!

As far as baby updates, all is going well so far! Baby is growing and moving around a lot more lately.  In just a little over a week, we will find out if baby is a "she" or "he." With Eli, I just KNEW it was a boy, but this baby has thrown me for a loop! In fact, I often forget I'm even pregnant at this point, but with a husband and 15 month old keeping me busy, its understandable! Lots of people have been guessing a girl this time, but I don't really care! Healthy is all that matters and I'm just hoping my dimples, and Seth's funny expressions get passed on to this baby just like they did with Eli! So stay tuned to find out what baby #2 will indeed be!

Happy Spring to you all!


Coming Soon:  Once the weather warms up, I will be working on my landscaping and....a vegetable garden! Usually I share a garden with my mother-in-law, but since I'll be quite large and have my hands full with my wild child, I wanted something small and close by!

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Growing a heartbeat

As most of you know....

 
 
We are so beyond excited for yet another little blessing in our life! Of course, as with anything, there is a story.  The story starts back on January 24th, 2012, the day that Eli was born.  Our priest came to bless Eli and made a comment for us to "get back on the baby train" and then went on to tell us how his mom had 3 of her many children only 10 months apart!!! I of course was in no way shape or form to even imagine ever being pregnant again...ever.  Seth of course, being the good little cradle Catholic boy he is said, "yes sir, we'll get right on that." Later that night as we were laying in the (most comfortable, ha!) hopsital bed ever, I asked him if he was serious.  He then revealed to me that although he wouldn't want them THAT close together, he wouldn't mind trying again soon and that he BET me I would be pregnant again by that day the following year.  As some of you know, bets are a huge thing with Seth and I. We make bets on a daily basis, some big, some little. We bet on who would get drunk at our wedding, what our first fight would be about, how many B-dubs wings he can eat, the gender of the first baby, when the baby would be born, etc. 
 
Now fast forward a year to January 24th 2013. I am an emotional wreck, of course because it's Eli's birthday and I was home sick with the flu (it really was the flu, not just morning sickness!).  We had his little cake that the hospital gave us when he was born in the freezer, so we got it back out.  When I saw that the same people who made his hospital cake also made the cake for Eli's birthday party the next day, I lost it. I mean, crying uncontrollably and laughing at myself at the same time. Seth looked at me with the same look I've only seen once before in my life, but I ignored it.
 
Later that night, we were watching tv in bed and Seth reminded me of our bet we made a year ago to the day.  I was a little reluctant to take the test but...a bet is a bet and I HAD to win, which meant I had to do the test.
 
Well obviously you all know how that went! How cool is it that we found out on Eli's birthday though? Amazing! It was such an amazing moment I hope I don't forget.
 
So, baby number 2 will be joining the ranks of the White family sometime in September! I'm actually excited to have a "harvest baby" because it will give Eli lots of special time with his grandpas, dad, and uncle in the tractors while I'm at home adjusting all over again to a newborn. 
 
I'm about 16 weeks pregnant, so some people have known for a while and its been interesting what people say the second time around. I am surprised how many people automatically assume I would only want a girl, I mean, I'm pregnant...what more could I possibly ask for?! Also, I love how Seth will randomly look at me like I'm about to blow up with swollen scariness again. One morning he looked at me and said under is breath, "so far so good!"  However, I am loving this pregnancy so much for many reasons. I know what to expect this time, even though some things have been different (morning sickness has been worse, but that means baby is healthy!).  I know what to do differently, such as not eat entire gallons of ice cream and honestly think I wouldn't gain 50 pounds.  I like that people are more excited about Eli being a big brother than watching me grow bigger and bigger. I am a firm believe that all that magical power your first pregnancy had on people to do everything for you and dote on you vanishes for the second.  This has proven true, and its fine with me! Instead everyone is doting on sweet little Eli and worrying about him getting enough attention before this new little baby expires his only child status.  I believe Eli deserves every ounce of spoiling he gets, I mean, the kid eats anything I put in front of him, has slept at night in his crib since he was 5 months old, weaned himself off a pacifier before he was 12 months old, and flew to Hawaii and back without crying once! Seth has been very sweet and attentive of course, but I have loved feeling more independent this time around!
 
 
People have been amazing and supportive as we have slowly announced this news.  I also feel the need to address that we are very aware that this is something a lot of couples our age struggle with.  I have so many amazing people in my life who have struggled having children and it breaks my heart for them. As much as we are so happy for ourselves, I hope others out there know how much we hurt for them and pray for them continually.  It is definitely a delicate subject that I was quite unaware of until we became pregnant with Eli.  However, on a positive note, I have amazing friends, because so many of those same people struggling have been the first to be excited and congratulatory to us. 
 
So, on that note, thanks again for all the love and support! Looks like this summer the corn and beans won't be the only thing growing :)
 
Grow baby grow!
 
 
 
 

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Snow Day!

Earlier this week, good ol Grass Creek finally saw its first real snow storm! We only got 8 inches (not anything compared to the two feet my cousin got up in Minnesota) but it was perfect wet packing snow, both perfect for making snowmen and perfect for making the roads a mess! Up here in the sticks, those fancy snow plows don't go down the back roads, you have to do it yourself! Once Seth told me he bottomed out in his truck, it was pretty much decided I wasn't going anywhere! So, with no milk, bananas, or juice (all staples in our house) Eli and I were stuck at home.
We made the most of it however, because I couldn't wait to get Eli out in the snow since we never got a good snow this winter! Eli hates hats and coats and socks and shoes and basically anything more than his diaper! So I was in total shock when he just stood contently as I turned him into a huge walking marshmallow. He must have known all this misery would get him outside in that wonderful white fluffy stuff!
Once outside, Eli just took off! He couldn't take a step without falling since the snow was half way up his body, and with every face plant into the snow he would squeal and giggle. His mittens fell off countless time and he didn't seem to mind, he just kept grabbing fistfuls of snow and throwing it for the dog to "fetch." Finally after an hour of playing, I took him inside only to realize that he was missing a boot! His nose was bright red, his hands were ice cubes, his poor left foot was soaking wet and all he cared about was trying to get outside again! Later, when Seth got home (with milk, bananas, juice, and Oreos, God bless him!) we got to go out again before dark so Seth could see how much of a little polar bear cub Eli is!

Is there anything cuter than this?!






He wasn't too excited about taking a picture with mom!






falling down in the snow didn't really phase him!




Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Crop Farming ABC's

Spring is just around the corner, which means planting will be in full force! When I first started dating Seth, I couldn't quite follow all the farmer jargon. Now when I talk to my friends and coworkers, I realize that now I speak farmer! Who knew! So, I thought for all of my non-ag audience out there (are there any of you out there? I hope so!) that I would define some of the terms we use out here! (Disclaimer: I am not an expert, this is just my "fun way" of explaining things!)

Acre: I know everyone out there knows this term, but do you REALLY know it?  It's approximately 43,560 square feet. Yeah right, who is gonna remember that? Just think of it as the size of a football field minus the endzones!  So now when you hear someone say something about their 150 acre field, you know what they mean.  During the summer, usually after church when I'm in nice clothes, Seth likes to stop and do field checks. That means we walk out into the field an acre deep and count a certain amount of rows, pick a random ear of corn, count the number of rows of kernels on it, then Seth does some magical calculation and estimates what the bushel per acre for that farm will be. I don't really know how he does it, but what I do know is that I am ticked off that I had to walk a football field length through corn rows (ever run through a cornfield against the rows? not easy!) in the 100 degree humid nasty weather just to count some corn in my sweaty church clothes and shoes.

Auger: These are the big tube structures that carry that transfer the grain from a lower position (a grain bin) to a higher position (the trailer of a semi). They look like a gigantic corkscrew encased in a metal tube.  After Seth and I got engaged, he wanted to come down to Purdue and visit me. I soon learned he had other motives and what he really wanted was to go shopping for a new auger. Being newly in love with this wonderful man, I agreed to go along. Never again. Shopping for an auger is not nearly as fun as shopping for a new dress or furniture.  I ended up wandering off on my own and finding a puddle full of baby frogs that I played in until Seth finally said we could go.

 
Bushel: the term of weight to measure grain. Corn is usually 56 lbs a bushel, soybeans are 60 lbs a bushel. A semi trailer holds about 1100 bushel roughly if that gives you an idea! An average hopper holds 300 bushel.  To give you an idea of how much grain is worth, a bushel of corn is worth about $6.80 depending on the market.  When one of my friends brought her family up to ride during harvest I was trying to explain this and not doing a good job. She finally asked "How much corn do I need to get a new Coach purse?" Now we're talking!!! If your new Coach bag is $150, then you need about 22 bushels of corn. Now whenever I ride in to take a load, I keep thinking I will see my friend there with 22 bushel baskets of corn so she can go shopping!

Bees Wings:  I would always hear Seth or his dad and brother say something about "bees wings" during harvest and I would be so confused. Why are we talking about bees? Is this a code word? Where are the bees? I don't want to get stung!  Well once I finally asked, it made perfect sense! The bees wings are the peices of red corn chaff that comes off the cob when harvested. Because its so light and irridescent, they look like little wings flying around. They also clog up the lint catcher in your dryer and sometimes 3 months after harvest I STILL find them in the shower drain!

Yield or Bushel/Acre: Since we are talking acres and bushels, its also important to know that when harvesting you want a good yield. The yield is how many bushels of grain per acre you are getting at harvest. For example, with corn, an ideal yield is 170 bushels per acre.  You can do the math...a field of corn is worth a lot of money! Now you know why its so tough when we have a drought like we did this past summer, or when someone goes mudding or fourwheeling through your newly planted corn field. One summer during college, I lived with some family friends that owned a farm and he also did some crop farming. One night, some kids were out tearing up people's fields with their trucks just having a good time. The farmer came and woke me up and put me in my little purple neon with a cattle prod and he took off in his truck. Thankfully, he found them first because I don't think I would have been very intimidating. The damage they had done however took lots of time, work and money to fix.

Crop rotation: You may notice that one year the field next to your house is corn, but last year it was beans. Why? Its called crop rotating, and its done to conserve the soil fertility by planting different crops because corn and soybeans take up and offer different nutrients to the soil that each other.  I remember my drivers ed teacher, Mr. Glass, quizzing us on this one early morning.  I was the only one who knew the answer so I got to choose the radio station. Country all the way! I don't think my car mates were too happy!

Combine: Everybody knows what a combine is! It's of course what harvests the crops and along with the sprayer, its my favorite tractor to ride in! Harvesting corn is definitely more fun than beans because its tall and you get to watch the stalks get sucked down, and you get to sit back and enjoy. When you ride along for bean harvest, you have to watch for rocks!  The combine is where I spend most of my fall weekends in order to spend time with my husband. If it costs more than $200,000, you bet I am going to spend time in it, eating, sleeping, reading, etc.


Drill: The drill is how we plant the soybeans on the farm. I still don't totally understand how the drill works but I know it that it plants the seed in a small furrow, the covers the seed, and then packs the soil over it. All at the same time. I've looked at our drill a million times, Seth's dad has explained it a million times, but I still don't get or ever see how it does all that in one millisecond. The other thing about the drill is that nobody wants to do it. It's rough, its bumpy, there is no buddy seat so you're all alone, and its slow tedious work. If your husband was the one who had to drill that day, better have a nice meal and heat pack ready for his back and a good book to read to avoid his grumpiness!

End Rows: Planting the corn and beans obviously requires large equipment and its a very tricky job. In order to have enough space to get the machinery in and out of the field without trampling over the crops, a large swath running perpendicular to the rows of planted seeds remains unplanted until the very end. End rows are always fun to drive over when you are in the grain cart, because they are REALLY bumpy since the furrows run the opposite way.

Seed corn: Seed corn is what is actually planted in the spring time.  The corn that grows from seed corn is not what is used to grow the corn again the following year.  Seed corn is raised specially by some farmers, and to grow it they must follow certain requirements like having an irrigator and doing cross-pollinating, etc. Seed corn brands you may have heard of: Pioneer, Becks, DuPont, etc.  These companies are also who apparently clothe my husband because we have about 50 farm jackets in the closet with one of their names on it, as well as hats, t shirts, fly swatters, pens, notebooks, and even pot holders!

Dryer: Like your newly washed clothes, newly picked corn must be dried in a dryer so that once it is stored, it doesn't rot.  Your clothes dryer costs about $400-600...a grain dryer can cost tens of thousands of dollars.  Now input the gas to run the thing all day and night...you're looking at a pretty hefty gas bill! Also, the same dangers of running your clothes dryer apply to the grain dryer, which is why they have very intense monitoring systems. When I first started dating Seth he would always have to get off the phone saying, "I have to go check on the dryer!" and I thought then, "wow, what a guy doing his own laundry!" No I know better (but he still does laundry too!)

Hopper: A hopper is really any type of vessel that you put the grain into.  It funnels down at the bottom so that the grain goes in the top, and then you can open a gate in the bottom to unload the grain at the elevator or into the auger system.  The combine has its own hopper, the semi's usually have two within the trailer, and even the bean drill has one.

Head: The head is the implement that you put on the combine depending on what you are harvesting. So, there is a corn head (they have the long rows of points on them) or the bean head (usually has a sickle and some kind of auger or conveyor belt to bring the grain into the combine)

Side Dressing: Like I said about crop rotation, the crops take up nutrients from the soil. Corn, especially, needs lots of nitrogen to grow, so that's why in the spring time you will see the farmers "knifing" anhydrous ammonia into the fields where the corn will be planted. I used to ride along with Seth on this job until I learned to do it myself. I learned quickly to remember to get the implement in the ground before turning on the anhydrous or else you would get the nastiness whiff of rotten egg ever! All jokes aside, this is a risky job as the tanks that you pull are very dangerous to work around which is why Seth always wears safety googles and gloves when switching the tanks (and never lets me do it!)

Spraying: The sprayer is one of my favorite tractors to ride in because it sits so high and it goes fast! Sprayers are the bug looking tractors that when you are stuck driving behind you wonder if you could just drive right under them because they sit up so high.  Once in the field, you spread out the arms (or wings as I like to say!) of the sprayer and on the arms are all the nozzles from which the liquid will come.  Spraying is done when the crops are barely sprouting and again a little later if needed to prevent bugs and weeds to hinder the plants.  Spraying goes quickly because you can go pretty fast, but again, can be dangerous from mixing the chemicals.

Grain Bin: Grain bins are the big metal structures that usually sit in a clump on most farms. Obviously, they are what stores the grain and can be all different sizes. Once, the foundation on one of the larger bins cracked and the entire bin had to be moved. I will post pictures of that on here sometime, because it was crazy to see them suspend it in the air to move!  Grain bins are fun to play in when they are full of corn, but can be really dangerous (see a theme I have going here, farming is fun, expensive, and dangerous!)  The grain is stored in the bins until the semi's load it up and take it to the elevators to be sold.  During this time, the men climb up the ladder on the sides of the bins and check to see how full they are and to make sure none of the grain is going bad or rotting.  When the grain bin gets close to empty the auger can no longer pull the grain from the outer edges into the middle.  Then we have to "sweep the bin" which means putting in an auger that runs the length of the diameter of the bin, and it "sweeps" in a circle to collect the grain and direct it towards the main auger in the center. This is my least favorite job because if you don't jump out of the way of the auger, you could easily lose a leg. This is why my kids won't be doing this job until they are much much older! I hate it!


Hope this helps you get an idea of what farming is all about!  Now, next time you're up at 5 am at a hole-in-the-wall breakfast cafe listening to a bunch of farmers talk over their coffee...you might just be able to know what they're talking about!








Thursday, February 14, 2013

My Best Valentines Day Ever

As many of you know, I am a Veterinary Technician, and I went to Purdue for my degree. Spring Semester of our 18 month rigorous program was by the worst. We had all of our hardest courses like micro, parasitology, pharmacology, etc. lumped together, and we spent 8 hour days in the classroom, went and changed into our smelly uniforms and then put in long hours down in the clinics.  One of the courses required that semester was Large Animal Medicine with the infamous Bill Reese, who my dad still quotes, "Don't work hard, work smart!"  This class shouldn't have been that hard, but because Bill tended to make things a little difficult, and make our labs run over 2 hours, we all were pretty sure we were going to fail.  Thankfully, sweet Bill gave us a chance to earn some lousy extra credit points by offering one night of our hectic lives to do "lamb watch." Lamb watch required us to drive out into the boonies of West Lafayette, sit in a cold barn and help the pregnant ewe's give birth to their little baby lambs!

Two of my classmates and I decided we were desperate for the extra points, and wanted to get our lamb watch out of the way, so we signed up on the least popular night of all: Valentines Day.  Not just Valentines day, but Valentines day that fell on a Friday. Which possibly made us the most pathetic people at the vet school.  Needless to say, after a long week of classes, exams and clinical rotations, staying up all night with a bunch of sheep led to a lot of slap happy moments.

First of all, we pulled into the gravel lot and FOR SURE saw a werewolf run across the field. We found out later that it was possibly the 150 lb Great Pyrenees that guarded the sheep farm, but I think Molly, Jess and I would all agree that it was definitely a werewolf and not the kind in the Twilight movies. So with the impending threat of a werewolf, we ran to the barn to find it locked. Another hour later we were finally let in and began our duties (aka photoshoot).

In all seriousness, we did get to see twin lambs born and help the ewe's who had just given birth earlier that week by stripping teats (thanks to Jess' 4-H days with her goats) and making sure everyone was healthy and happy.  The highlight of the night had to be when good ol' Bill showed up to check on us because he "worried about young girls being in the country all night alone."  The best part was that he was dressed in an old fashion farmer outfit and he had just gotten back from taking his wife square dancing for Valentines day. I mean, you can't make this stuff up! That's why as much as you got mad at the guy for making up impossible exams, he was so stinking sweet you couldn't possibly hate him!  He was even so sweet as to take pictures of the three of us so we could commemorate the moment.

As much as it doesn't sound like a typical romantic Valentines day that all girls would hope for, it was one of the most fun nights during that crazy 18 months of tech school. I look back at these pictures and remember how stressed out we were about our grades and worrying about getting things signed off in our books, and feeling like the worst student ever because you didn't get one catheter out of the 10 you had placed that week....now I look back at these pictures and I am so thankful we found ways to relax and let loose a little, because we really had it good then!



cute little lamb babies!

So snuggly and sweet...too bad they don't stay this cute forever!
Jess gets a smooch! I remember making fun of her in this moment that she would get trichuris ovis (a parasite from sheep) and then I ended up actually getting crypto and salmonella at the same time during a visit to the dairy farm (you can look it up, its too nasty to describe on here!)


...and then it became very late and things got crazy!


Twins! 


During a high school field trip to a sheep farm I learned the
hard way that I am highly allergic to lanolin. Thank goodness for Benadryl!


Nobody would notice if one was missing, right?


riding in the Bobcat with little lamb chops!


though foggy, this picture makes me laugh so hard as Jess follows good ol Bill down the hallway...I don't think he once noticed that she had a lamb in her arms the entire time he spoke to us


I love and miss Molly and Jess with all my heart! This was honestly the best Valentines day memory so far! These girls were both by my side through all of school, at my wedding, and together to visit me after having Eli! 


Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Big One



Eli turns one tomorrow.


Let me take a moment while I let that sink in.

One. As in, he has been in the world for 365 days.  How is that even possible? It seems like just yesterday I was waddling around at work in my huge maternity scrubs and a little un-named baby boy kicking me in the ribs with his head resting on my bladder.  I can't believe that last year at this time, I still looked like this:


Woof. Man, was I one big swollen mess of a momma. But that big swollen mess had to get.that.baby.out. so I lugged my large self to work on January 23rd and literally rolled around on the floor restraining dogs and ran around in hopes that the baby would sense that I would never slow down until he came. It didn't work. 
Then my dear friend/baby guru told me "get some castor oil. there's a baby in every bottle."
So I did. 
8 hours later, at 5 am, I was enjoying a delicious fudgesicle when something happened.
Splat!
I remember letting out a little squeal of excitement and then running (ok, waddling) to the bedroom to wake up Seth to told him my water had broke. It was like Christmas morning with two five year olds. We were both so giddy and excited. Then suddenly, a thought crept into my head.
"What if my water didn't really break? What if I just wet myself? What if we go to the hospital and they tell me its a false alarm and that there is no way I am ever having this baby and I am going to be pregnant forever?"
So, I did what any girl would do. I called my mom. The conversation was one I will never forget. It went a little like this:
Me: "Mom, my water broke. I think."
Mom: "Oh yay! Good!"
Me: "But I'm not sure if it really did, how do I know?"
Mom: "Um...Uh...Here's your dad." 

I love her, she's the best!

Thus began the mad scramble, by Seth, and the calm slow dreamy state of euphoria by me. I distinctly remember a moment while I was in the shower that I thought to myself, "I don't feel a thing! I think I'll just have this baby at home! I bet it will be so easy!" Ha! I'll allow all you other mothers out there to laugh at me for thinking that. Thank you Seth for having the logic and reason to practically drag me into the car. 

We than began our hour journey to the hospital, which remarkably only took 35 minutes that day! I think with every contraction Seth sped up 10 mph.

I remember so many moments of that day, some good, some bad, some very clear, some quite hazy.  Mostly I remember how brave and calm Seth was, how my parents and in-laws came to visit me, how I could hear the "beep-beep" of Eli's little heartbeat.....and how the nurse told me she was going to turn off my epidural because she just knew I would have him by 2:00. :)

Not quite. But its ok, because on January 24th, 5:32 pm....


the most wonderful miracle entered the world! 

He was beautiful and perfect and the moment he was born I felt my entire world shift and realign.  I felt, for a moment, that I was looking through God's eyes and understood how in a world so cruel and corrupt, there can still be pure, unconditional love.


As much as I cringe when I see this picture (note that my wrists are swelling over my hospital bands), I have to remind myself to not be so selfish and vain and recognize that this is my proudest moment.  I am with my husband whom with I created this tiny little squishy faced, cone-headed angel! And I not only grew him...but I pushed him out!



This year has flown by, and as much as I warned myself it would, nothing could prepare me for how fast it would fly.  I told myself to take in those little moments. I remember just sitting and rocking him, and trying to catch every little yawn or sigh against my cheek.  Of studying his tiny hands and memorizing how perfectly they wrapped around my fingers.



There have been messy moments.


Sleepy moments.


Sweet moments.


Not so great, crying moments.


content moments.


Silly moments.


family history-in-the-making moments


and completely blessed moments.



Eli has so many great people in his life already at just a year old.

Some that give him slobbery kisses when he is sad.


Some people called "grandma and grandpa" but are so much more than that.


                

          






And then some people that though he may not remember them, they will have left an imprint on his heart, and he in theirs.  His name and future will be because of them.






Still, I can't believe it. One year?! How can it be? I'll be honest, I have been sort of dreading this day. When Eli turned 6 months I had a small break down. Seth thought I was crazy, and I thought "Just wait till he turns one" I knew more moments were coming, but I wasn't prepared for how they would sneak up on me. When I was storing some of Eli's old clothes I came across the little hat that was put on his head moments after he was born. Instant tears. Then a few days later found the first pacifier he ever used.  I find myself smelling the leftover newborn diapers we have that we never used, or trying to swaddle Eli as he squirms and gets up and WALKS away.  I am crazy, I know.


Why is it that we don't want our babies to grow up, yet at the same time we do? I was talking about it with one of the doctors I work for and she put it so well saying that its grieving the "loss" of babyhood. The knowing that you will never nurse them again, or celebrate their first time crawling, or the taking of the first steps.  I am so excited and joyful that Eli is healthy and growing, but I am definitely going to miss the "baby" stage.

I mean, look at him!




But, my goodness, is there a lot to look forward to!



So here's to you Eli! Happy FIRST Birthday of many many many birthdays! You are the biggest reason of joy in our lives, and I love you forever, always, to the moon and back...

....and then some :)