Blessed over and over and over...and over

Ever since I have had baby Papi, my emotions and hormones have not gotten back to normal. I have been increasingly emotional and cry over a lot of different things. I kind of like it because it feels good to get a good cry out every now and then and really feel the emotion and let loose. Nothing worse than sitting in something like a sad movie and trying to hold in your tears and give yourself a headache. Just let it out and cry and let yourself feel good and feel the emotions that you were having.

Well I will compare my life to a good movie. I feel so blessed and overwhelmed with all the wonderful things that I have. Today I am very overwhelmed with my love for my children. I don't know what I did to deserve for beautiful healthy children, but I am so grateful to have them in my life.

Sure they can be sassy, crazy, give me anxiety, snack all the time in the not eat their dinner, fight with each other, fight with me, not go to sleep for two hours after putting them to bed, Color on the walls, get paint on my wood floor, be very naughty for babysitters, stick things in their nose or ears or mouth that they shouldn't, cry uncontrollably and whine all the time, but they are mine- all mine. 

My father in heaven trusted me and Brian to bring them into this dark world and raise them in light. He trusted us with their sweet spirit and they're loving little bodies and their bright minds. I am so grateful that he is trusted me with four of these choice spirits. They are strong, sweet, caring, loving, funny, spiritual little people. 

I was cleaning upstairs today and when I went into boots is room to open up his blinds, I looked at the wall where there were three pieces of printer paper taped together. On them he had drawn a picture of the ocean with a large whale and a small turtle that spanned across all three papers. I cried when I saw this and immediately wanted to see him and put my arms around him and tell him how beautiful it is and how artistic he is. 

Next I went into the girls room where it was kind of a mess and as I picked up their dirty clothes and put them in the hamper, all I wanted to do was snuggle with them in their little pajamas wrapped up in their dirty little loved on blankets.

The reason for this post today is to remind myself as a mother how very blessed I am to have three children. There are people all over the world who have nothing and many people who have no children. I am so lucky. I promise to my father in heaven to take care of them and raise them to my best abilities and it will challenge me most days but I know that they will walk away stronger and so will I.

It's not ugly

This past weekend Brian and I got to get dressed up in her Christmas best and go to an ugly Christmas sweater party. I love to dress up and this is the perfect excuse to be silly and have fun. I'm not feeling my best yet and I'm still quite overweight but the ugly Christmas sweater was so big I wasn't as self-conscious. My favorite was when I was getting dressed I put on my turtleneck covered in Christmas lights and Natalie asked what we were doing. I told her we were going to an ugly Christmas sweater party and she looked really confused and told me "but you look so pretty"! Got a love her sweet innocence. And her fashion sense! Brian went all out as usual wearing a Dickey underneath his sweater and some women's white pants with rhinestones on the back pockets. 

With all of that being said Brian won third place with a trophy and gift certificate. I guess it pays off to shop in the women's department? Haha

It's all about that Popsicle

I understand my blog has turned into a first time moms blog with so many pictures of their baby. She is now 3 weeks old and these pictures are all from the last week Of her life. 

I think I am loving taking pictures and capturing her because she was a surprise and I don't want to imagine life without her already. She is just so precious. 

She went to her 2 week checkup and was supposed to be back to birth weight(8.3) she had really only gained one ounce in a week and a half and was holding tight at 7.8, which is what she left the hospital at. 

Because of that, and he fact that she takes an hour to nurse ... This week I had decided to pump and bottle feed what I pump. Her poop has tunred from army green to yellow- yeah! And I know she is eating everything I have and am making so I hope she has gained when we go into her next weight check tomorrow. Skinny little chicken legs. 

My mom spent the last weeks in Hawaii and then came here with us for a week and got to play with Poppy. I'm really still holding out for red hair! 

Courtney is a little poser and poses any chance she gets. This girl cracks me up... I will share a story which is a little embarresing but is just so funny I don't want to forget. 

The first week I had poppy home I was nursing her and I pulled her off and Courtney saw what she had been sucking on. She looked a little surprised and asked why it looked like a hotdog... She quickly corrected herself and said "no, it looks like a kaloche!" Haha I was dying. 

Needless to say, if she hasn't gained weight still I may stop nursing and just go to formula. Get rid of the kaloches!

And can I just say this... Why is it that babies sleep so so well in my bed? She will fuss in a lot of other places but she loves to sleep on our bed. It's like she knows how awesome it is! Haha even as a wee lassie! Love that little lolli-pop. 

First 2 weeks of life

Here are the rest of the pictures from the hospital stay. It was very strange to go home with a new baby but the first week was all about rest and recovery. No make up and lots of sleeping. Today I am two weeks out and I am feeling more recovered. Little poppy is so sweet and has been so good to me. One night she even went from 11:00 PM until 8:00 AM without waking up. We are definitely starting to adjust to life with four kids and she is fitting right in.

Some of her nicknames so far are poppyseed, popsicle, lollipop and lolly, and thanks to Eric - Pop pop. 

And here are pictures from week two: 

Is this a picture overload? Maybe so. However, I was the fourth child and I am not in any pictures until I am about four years old. I may be making up for the lack of pictures my parents took of me and possibly the reason I am still called background noise to this day! Poppy will not be forgotten or become background noise. I'm going to continue to document her and how much these kids love her and always want to be holding her.