Welcome to the World Isaiah .

It was a long nine months. I am not going to lie. I am not the most gracious pregnant woman.

I moan
I whine
I am crabby

But when the end result is this

Its all worth it. Little Isaiah was born Friday , July 22nd. I had wonderful nurses. A funny doctor ( I appreciate that when I am awkward positions). And a epidural that worked beautifully. The whole thing was really fast. I didn't have time to call the people I wanted to right away. For that I am sorry. His heart rate was a little on the worrisome side so things went fast. All is well now.

Lexi came to the hospital late that night. My sweet friend Jen drove all the way to our house in the sticks to pick her up and bring her to the hospital. While my friend Megan and my mother in law stayed and held my hands through contractions. My own mom couldn't be there because she was with the girls. Ashlynn was sick so she couldn't come visit her new little brother. It was also the same night as Lexis camp rock performance.  More on that later. Thanks MooMoo for holding down the fort.

 

Lexi was such a big kid that night. She even got to go out to a late night breakfast at IHOP with Jen and Megan that night. And she was so interested in everything that was happening with Isaiah. The nurse was so sweet. She let lexi help with the first bath and the first outfit.  

She swears she is never having kids. But I am pretty sure its an act. And at 11 years old I am ok with her thinking that. 

He takes my breath away. I have done this four times now and each time is magic. Each time I am in awe of a God who knits us together so wonderfully in our mothers womb. A God who has all our days numbered and steps counted.  

Welcome to the world Isaiah . We love you and can not wait to see what God has in store for you.

Tuesday coffee

Good afternoon. Anytime is a good time for coffee right ? If we really met for coffee I would expect you to gush about my lovely new space on the web !! Thanks to the talented Heather !! Check her out at life made lovely. I am so excited to have a pretty new place on the web to be real. I have a photography business and I ADORE blogging at laurenjean photography. But I really wanted a place  could share my heart at. Not that I can separate my heart from my art. But over here at Snot on my wedding dress I want to talk about ALL the things I am passionate about. Like my faith. my kids, my marriage, making a blended family work. Of course I will post lots of pictures too.

But now lets have some coffee.

 If we were having coffee I would tell you that I am REALLY frustrated with my almost 11 year old daughter recently. My mom always said you trade in one set of issues for another when it comes to raising kids. I think I am understanding that more and more. I want to be supportive of her and this time in her life. I know she is growing, changing, starting to become the person God has intended her to be. I know that's hard. I remember. I remember how BIG each and every problem I had was. I remember feeling like my mom never understood me. Like my friends were my family because they "got me".

But I want to be the one who "gets" her. But at the same time I know I can't be her friend and then her parent in this season. I have to be the parent first. The mean mom who makes her do her chores. The uncool mom who sets bedtimes in the summer and won't let her have a cell phone. The mom who only allows her one soda a day will not tolerate door slamming and back talk. Even if " every one else acts like this".

No sir. That will not be me.

But its hard. And it leads to frustrating words being said, and people feeling yucky.

So today at coffee you would see me at my desk working while Myka is at preschool. With my coffee sitting on top of the apology letter she wrote to me last night. It says I am sorry for being a brat. Her handwriting is normally much neater. I know she scribbled this in a desperate attempt to earn her privileges back.

But I am keeping it.
As a reminder, that one day she will be my best friend.
and I'm sorry notes will not be necessary.
And despite the hard stuff, having a daughter who is becoming a young adult is pretty awesome.
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