Saturday, December 26, 2009

So you know I how I like it to be perfect?

It was.

And it wasn’t.

I felt a little homesick on Christmas Eve.  7 Christmases in a row in Atlanta.  I miss my family and I miss the snow.  It got better though.  Good company will do that.

The month of December started a little rough too, but got better.  Linnea is in my arms nearly all day, every day.  If she is not, she is crying because she wants to be there.  So, I can only do so much.  A week ago, I realized that I was being a grump and there was no way I was going to get everything I thought I needed to do done.  So, after confessing to a friend and my hubby my extreme grumpiness, that had been mostly about things being messed up or destroyed by the kids and dog, I decided I needed to do better and adjust my expectations. 

I realized what a fool I was for actually getting out ornaments that I care about.  Maybe next year I’ll remember to limit the breakables.  Birdie, keeps chewing things and I can’t stand it, but really, what did I expect?   Between the boys and Birdie I have felt overwhelmed by the mess.  Although I want my house clean, my kids don’t care (obviously) if the floor is actually clean or not.  So, I decided to just aim for tidy.   I had already let go of the idea of my tree looking lovely.  It doesn’t, but it looks like my kids have really enjoyed moving ornaments and gifts around.  I never hung up any holidays cards we received or put a ribbon on the wreath on our front door, or even decorated our mantel (it is full of ornaments that need repair).  I didn’t light any candles or keep up with our advent calendar.  We didn’t deliver our holiday cards to our neighbors with cookies, like I have in the past, I just mailed them instead (no cookies to share).  

But I know none of that matters to my kids.  I thought about what they would remember about Christmas time.  I didn’t want them to remember me being stressed out.   I’m pretty sure they will remember the gingerbread houses we made, the cookies they decorated and immediately ate,  helping me with the one batch of cookies we served after Christmas dinner, me singing along to Christmas music, fires in the fireplace, and maybe even the homemade pajama pants I gave them Christmas Eve.

Christmas was truly a wonderful day.  My kids were thrilled about every gift they open.  We stayed home all day.  Dan’s parents came over for a few hours and had an early dinner with us.  Other than gift giving, I felt like I was in the  kitchen all day, but at least for some of it, Dan was able to spend time with Linnea.   I wear her all the time, so I appreciate a little break, especially while cooking and baking.

Other than the gift giving, it is all about the food around here.  We had homemade cinnamon rolls, with eggs and bacon for breakfast.  Then we had crab bisque, roasted pear with arugula  salad,  a hot prosciutto, turkey or roast beef sandwiches on homemade baguettes.  All pretty good, if I do say so myself. 

I really enjoyed Christmas and the week leading up to it.   I love this little family Dan and I have created.  I love that Dan indulges me in every way.  I might be getting a bit spoiled.  Sometimes I feel little guilty complaining about tough days.  I got what I asked for: 3 kids and a puppy (92 lbs and still growing).  I guess I didn’t realize how hard it would be without my family (mom) around.  I try to savor it all, because I do know it won’t last forever, but I could use a breather every once and awhile.

Anyway, I feel lucky and grateful every day, but I will readily admit, I’m usually tired out too. 

Happy Holidays and thanks for checking in us here!

Friday, November 20, 2009

Stay home day


little morning pbs for the boys
mom snuggling a little bit longer with sleeping baby
hearty granola breakfast
hot mocha cocoa, yum
orange juice for the guys
hot shower
called a friend, but she wasn't home
decided we would have a "stay home day"
read books
set up doll house
mostly played with baby doll
cooked up some pumpkin pie playdough
ate lunch while it cooled
built a train track and roads to play on
played with playdough
aprons and chef's hats on, mixed up apple muffins
back to trains and cars
ate muffins
trains and cars again
out to the yard with the dog
fishing for marshmallow fish
"those are fish with marshmallows for bodies"
back in the house for a bath
met dad for pizza

nursing, laundry, dishes, picking things up, diapers, etc
house still a mess
wore baby all day
felt grateful to have her there
mom worn out
still wearing baby
happy to have an easy day at home


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Getting it right, eventually


Someone actually said to me this morning “You look like you have it all together today!

It is pouring out and we are all relatively dry and almost on time.  I guess that’s something, but I still start laughing.  If she only knew.

Actually, she kind of knows.  This friend has patiently listened to me work through some parenting stuff while our kids have been in class together.  She knows that getting three people out of the house has been a bit challenging for me.   I usually don’t have to be anywhere until 10 or 11am (yes, 11am and it is still a challenge).

The thing is, I know what I am suppose to do .  I know how to make the morning nice.  Somehow I still screw up.  Sometimes I am tired and I just don’t feel like being super mom.  I have a crying baby who needs to be fed, snacks to gather, water bottles to fill, raincoats to put on and we have 15 minutes until class starts and I want my 5 year old to get his own socks out of the bottom drawer and put them and his own shoes on so we can all tag along with him to his soccer class, in the hopes that he will have fun.  Is that too much to ask? 

Apparently so.

I know Oliver has had this issue lately.  He wants me to do things for him that he is capable of doing.  I had resolved myself to just doing them. I figure he will move on and put his own shoes on or whatever, again, but this morning I let my frustration with my often overwhelming number of responsibilities show and I am a bit of a grump, to put it lightly.

Thankfully, Benton is ready and willing to go this morning.  Meanwhile, I hear myself saying stuff I don’t like to my sweet boy who just wants me to go get his socks and is now crying about it. Linnea is crying too.  I told him to sit down and be quiet while I nurse Linnea.  He told me he might get bored.  I kind of laugh and suggest he go get his socks.  He doesn’t appreciate my suggestion.

Maybe it’s the nursing hormones, but I decide I need to be better. 

So, while nursing Linnea and putting Benton’s shoes on at the same time, I say to Oliver “I bet you can’t get your socks before I get to ‘Blast Off!’ 10, 9 8,...”  A smile spreads across Oliver’s face and he is off and running.  So, I put socks on.  Next up, shoes and raincoats.  “Let see, can you get all your stuff before I get to... , what letter does your name begin with? “  “O!”  “Oh yeah, before I get to O?  A, B, C,...”

I’ve said before that parenting requires me to come up with something brilliant 5-6 times a day.  Unfortunately, I rarely meet the quota or in this instance it takes me longer than it should to get there.  I want to do it right the first time. 

Hmm, that’s probably what my kids wish too.

Maybe I’ll get it right tomorrow morning.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Epps Aviation Field Trip

We spent about 3 hours today at a small plane airport (Dekalb Peachtree).  The kids got a little history lesson, learned about different kinds of planes and even got to sit Mr. Epps’ plane.  The boys loved it.  Linnea slept through most of it. 

After the tour, we lunched with our friends and played at the playground next to the airstrip, securely behind a fence :).  We watched all sorts of planes take off and land.

We had big group, probably 20 kids or more, plus parents.  Our field trips don’t have quite the chaotic energy of a school group trip.  Maybe it’s because we all arrive in our own vehicles, we bring our own lunches or most likely, it is because I am only responsible for my own kids.   I do think it’s fun to be with a group of kids that range from Linnea’s age to 12 years old or so.  I like to see how they all play together and was surprised how quickly they learn each other’s names.  We are active in a local group that has over 100 families, so we meet new people on every trip.

Hope you enjoy the pictures of our day!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Getting ready for Halloween...

and keeping my guys busy.  Oliver and Benton spend a good hour painting these pumpkins and then adding jack-o-lantern faces to them.  Oliver wanted to make them like you would cut out a heart.  So, I had to fold each piece of paper and craw half a pumpkin for him to cut out. 

Next up, they want to make ghosts.

Linnea goes camping!

Yep, Linnea wasn’t even 3 weeks old yet and we dragged her out to the woods.  I needed to get out of the house and really, so did the rest of this family. 

We went to Lake Conasauga again.  I love it there.  It was nice a quiet, although a little wet and cool.  Again, I wish I brought more clothes for the boys.  In one day they got 3 pairs of pants wet and 3 pairs of shoes!  Boys.

The boys did a little fishing with their dad, while I hung out with Linnea at the campsite.  Admittedly, I was perfectly happy to sit and cuddle with Linnea and get a little reading in too.

We went for a short hike around the lake, but other than that, we spent our 3 days there relaxing.  Well, relaxing as much as parents of 3 and a puppy can.  It was a bit of work making meals, cleaning up from meals, finding firewood, etc, but it was the kind of work that felt good at the same time. 

Oliver and Benton’s Birthdays

We had a little family celebration for Benton an Oliver’s birthdays.  It was just a week after Linnea was born.  So, we kept it simple and just invited family.  I am so thankful to my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law for basically providing most of the food.  Toni made two pans of lasagna and let us keep the left-overs and Jeanne brought a yummy salad with pears and pine nuts.  Dan made some garlic bread and I made the cakes.

Oliver and Benton had a great time and didn’t seem to care that none of their little friends were here.  The enjoyed all the attention from family and didn’t seem to mind that Linnea got her fair share of attention too.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Linnea Belle’s Birth Day

I figured I would go past forty weeks, but still felt a little disappointed when my due date came and went.  There were a few signs of labor, but nothing that meant it would be happening quickly.  I had been having tons of annoying Braxton-hicks contractions, lots of colostrum, and the day before my due date I started seeing a lot of mucus and a tiny bit of bloody show. 

Thursday, as I was driving out to my appointment with Dr. Tate (the day after my due date), I started noticing I was having mild contractions every 12-14 minutes.  Dr. Tate checked me and I was 2cm/ 60% effaced/-2 station.  Earlier that day I told my best friend, Hilkka,  (a L&D nurse) that I thought I would be 2cm/ 70% effaced / -2 station.  So, I wasn’t off by much. I asked him to not strip membranes, out of fear of repeating previous mistakes.  He teased me a little but seem to understand my desire to be patient. The contractions continued through out the day, but petered off during the night. 

Friday, they picked up again after lunch, when I got moving.  Again,, they were mild and coming about every 8-10 minutes.   I felt motivated to get a few things done around the house, including some decorations for my boys’ birthday cakes and wrapping birthday gifts. So, I spent most of the afternoon and evening moving around this house tidying up, doing laundry, going out to dinner, etc.

Friday night, we got into bed about 11pm and I tried to sleep.  At about 1:30am I woke up unable to sleep through the contractions anymore.  I was dealing with them well, and sent my husband to another room to sleep so that I could move around our room and deal with the contractions on my own.  I was perfectly content to be on my own.  I watched some shows on the computer, sat on the birth ball and used my iphone to time contractions.  They were coming pretty regularly at about 6-8 minutes apart.  I did not feel any urgency and tried to relax through the contractions and visualize my cervix opening.

Saturday, September 19, 2009, 4:45am - I ate a bowl of cereal and then took a bath.  I got a little rest in the tub and then back in the bed.  The bath seemed to slow things down a bit and I rested until about 6:30am, when Dan came to check on me.  I didn’t want to go to the hospital during the night.  It would have been too difficult to work out the logistics with the kids and was perfectly happy to get through the night.  Dan and I lay in bed together, talking and timing contractions for a bit.  Surprisingly, time went by quickly. 

9am - I decided to call Dr. Tate, since I was suppose to call when contractions were 6-8 minutes apart and that had been the case most of the night.  It was Rosh Hashanah and I felt a little guilty calling, but then after talking to him, I felt guilty for not calling sooner.  So, we talked and he asked about the baby’s movement and well, she had definitely slowed down, so he suggested we go the hospital and check on her.  It took a bit to get out of here.  My in-laws had to come from Alpharetta and we had to get the boys ready.  I showered, put on my laboring clothes and felt pretty good.  Still no urgency to go to the hospital, but wanted to check on our baby.

10:30am - My in-laws arrive for Oliver and Benton.  After lots of kisses from my boys they left for Alpharetta in our truck.

11am - We arrived at the hospital.  The lobby was completely quiet and we filled out paperwork and headed to triage. We met our awesome triage nurse, Tamar and got settled.  She gets me on the monitor and checks me during a contraction.  She is positive and says I did well at home.  I am now 3cm/ 80% effaced/ -2 station.  Not that much progress, but considering, I never got past 2cm on pitocin during my last VBAC attempt (not w/ Dr.T), I felt good about it.  She calls Tate and comes back with a plan.  She wants me to walk for an hour and come back for monitoring.  So off we go.  I felt pretty good and really worked on relaxing my body and face through each contraction.  I think I was even saying “relax” out loud through some of them.  I remembered something from Ina May’s book about how a relaxed face means a relaxed cervix.

12:45pm - Back on the monitor for 20 minutes and Tamar says Tate wants my contractions to be closer together before he admits me.  Tamar doesn’t think I’ll be going home and that I need to walk again for an hour.  So off we go again. Things are definitely picking up during this round of walking.  I call my doula again and tell her I am ready for some additional support. 

2:30ish - Back to the monitor and another cervix check.  Now I’m 4.5cm and contractions are 2-3 minutes apart. Yea! progress and Tamar is excited for us too.  She tells the nurses at the station and talks to Tate again and he agrees to admit me.  Somehow, time continues to go quickly and by the time Tamar takes me off the monitor to move to an L&D room, it is almost 3pm.  I stand up for the next contraction and POP, my water breaks.  It is nice and clear and after a little clean up, my doula arrives.   With a towel between my legs we move to the L&D room.  Back on the monitor, I continue to work through contractions, but experience some nausea and vomiting.  Dan heads back to the truck to get the birth ball.  Between contractions, I find the image of Dan walking through the hospital carrying that ball kind of funny.

4pm – after being on the monitor for a while, I comment that the contractions are getting harder to deal with while sitting.  Tamar has stayed with us until my L&D nurse is available.  Dan leaves to get some food and his fleece pullover from his office nearby.  Over the next ½ hour, things get rough.  Dan is gone and I find myself unable to relax through the contractions.  I try the ball, standing, sitting again, going to the bathroom, but can’t.  At some point I find myself sobbing through a few contractions.  I tell Jenny, my doula, I don’t think I can do this for very long.  She calls Dan, who is almost back.  I tell Jenny that I need to find out if I am making progress.  I pretty much decided if I am only at 6 or 7cm, I am asking for an epidural.  I work through a few more and tell Jenny that I think the baby is going to bust out of me.  Jenny goes and talks to my nurse, Leisel.  Dan and Leisel come in at the same time.

4:30pm – Leisel checks me and says “let’s have a baby!”  I’m stunned.  I ask if I’m complete, as Leisel is walking out to call Dr. Tate.  So, in come a handful of nurses, 2 residents and Leisel.  Tamar is setting up the baby area and I’m told Dr. Tate is on his way. Leisel seems to be in charge and is getting everything ready.  I’m pretty sure I asked about Dr. Tate again and I am a starting to freak out.

4:45pm – The pushing begins.  Again, I ask “Where’s Dr. Tate?”  Someone gets a mirror and I am briefly distracted by what I see.  It feels like there are a dozen women in the room, all giving me directions.  I know I am not pushing right yet and I hear myself apologizing about it.  This is the point I realize there is no way out, but to keep pushing.   I also realize I am just this side of hysterical and need to calm down.  I think I said that out loud too. Then I look at the clock and I think there is no way I am pushing for hours.  I need to figure out how to do this right.  During contractions, I try listening to Jenny, my doula, but someone is counting and several people are telling me to hold my breath.  So, I end up doing that.  Between contractions, I start talking to our little girl and telling her it is time to come on out.  Leisel says Dr. Tate is in the building and wants me to breath through the contractions until he gets there.  I said “Breathe?  Is he crazy?”  but I try to do it.  I try to look at Dan, because I am curious what he thinks about all this.  He is being super supportive and sweet, of course.  I also wonder if he is videotaping everything and think about how embarrassed I’ll be later to hear all my ramblings.

4:55pm – Dr. Tate is here!  He rearranges things, adjusts the table, etc.  He probably said something comforting to me, but I was just happy to see his face.  Now, I feel like someone is really in charge.  His offers some guidance about pushing and I feel like we are really making progress.  I can see more and more of her little head.  Then comes the infamous “ring of fire.” You can’t miss it.  It was seriously intense and motivating!  

5:05pm - Official birth time - Her head comes out and the next contraction, the rest of her came out.  She had a true knot in her cord.  Dan cut the cord.  The nurses wipe her off and handed her to me.  Dr. Tate said I had a 2nd degree tear, probably more from her shoulders than her head and talks with the resident about stitching me up.  The placenta came out easily and I asked to see it.  Tate gave me little tour then went to work on stitching me up.  That was not so pleasant, but our daughter distracted me.  I held her right away, and then they did a little extra suctioning.  They put her on the scale and I am shocked.  She weighed 10lbs 5oz!  I didn’t even gain 10 pounds during this pregnancy. 

For some reason, I decided it would be easier to snuggle with her, if I took my top off.  I was hot anyway.  So, I ended up practically naked and nursing our little one.  Eventually someone brought me a sheet.  I was totally on a VBA2C high at that point and so was Dan.  What a wonderfully different experience for us. 

Linnea latched on perfectly the first time.  She barely came off during the first 24 hours and by then I had some milk for her.

This birth made me truly believe in my body.  Left alone, my body did everything it needed to do.  My labor seemed natural and easy, until the last hour. :)   I pushed out my biggest baby yet, and had milk available for her so quickly.  I felt 100 times better after this birth than my previous c-sections.  I had no idea having a baby could feel so good!

Thank you to Dr. Tate (I don’t think I could thank him enough) and ICAN for believing in a woman’s ability and right to a vaginal birth.  All the birth stories on the ICAN board inspired me and help me believe in my ability to give birth naturally.  For me, having the right care provider was key.  I hope my own story will bring a little inspiration to other moms seeking a VBAC or VBA2C.  You can do it too!

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You are amazing! Thanks for sharing your experience with us! Patty
Monday, October 5, 2009 - 10:14 PM
This is wonderful. I am so glad you got the birth you wanted. Congrats to you all!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009 - 09:39 AM
A beautiful birthing story! Linnea will love the account of her birth when she's older. I wish I had an something like this for my children.
Monday, October 12, 2009 - 02:58 PM
Absolutely inspiring!!!!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009 - 07:17 PM


Sunday, September 13, 2009

Exciting stuff: a new diaper bag

It is always nice to have another bag to pull out and I was thinking that with another baby I might need a little bigger one.  I also recently got a new baby carrier that has the same floral fabric on it and  I decided to find more of it and make a bag.    This is what I came up with.  It is similar to bag I made for Melanie last year, but a little bigger.   I modified my pattern and came up with this version.   I like it a lot and think I will make at least another version of it for myself (maybe I need to make one for Melanie too).  It would make a nice tote for the beach or pool.

Anyway, my photos aren’t that great, but I love the colors and all the pockets I put in it.    I always feel like my diaper bag is full because of all the beverages I am carrying around.  This one has a place for 4 cups/water bottles.

In other sewing, I recovered a bouncy chair, but need a little more fabric to finish it,  but soon I will put my sewing machine away for bit.   I have been getting everything ready in my room for the baby and her things, carpet cleaning, and adding to my to-do list as many things as I check off. 

Sometime in the next 2 1/2 weeks we will get to meet our new baby.  :)  AND celebrate Oliver and Benton’s birthdays.  I’m still trying to figure out how to get their cakes done...

Labor Day Hike

We went for a little picnic and a short hike on Labor Day.  I don’t think we went more than 2 miles, which seemed to be plenty for me, Birdie, and the boys.  I have no doubt, Dan could have kept going, but he likes to keep the rest of us happy, so after a long break we turned around.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Negative 13 bits

Oliver has taken a great deal of interest in learning about numbers over the last couple of months.  At first neither Dan or I were particularly encouraging.   Mostly because Oliver wanted to read these books I have from my teaching days.  The basic concept of the books is to use candy (i.e. m&ms, hershey kisses, etc) to introduce math concepts.  Great for the classroom, maybe not as great for my own kids.  Anyway, Oliver has learned addition and subtraction for numbers 0-20.  It is so cool to me how it happened so naturally.  Another bonus is that 6 months ago, he had no interest in writing anything, letters or numbers, but now he is writing equations and letters everyday. 

Also, a few months ago, I came home and found Oliver working in a book from a phonics/letter/reading series I bought for him.  It is a series of books I used when teaching Kindergarten.  I had no intention of working with him in those books until after the New Year, but Dan didn’t know that.  So, there he was, working without me.  I suggested we wait until he is 5 to work in them, but he protested.  Turns out he was right.  He was more than ready to start.  If he were in my Kindergarten class, he would be the kid who knew all the answers and would be helping the kids who didn’t.  He skips the handwriting pages most of the time, but I don’t care.  Who wants to do handwriting for the sake of handwriting?  He writes the letters when there is a purpose other than just practice.

The most interesting part about our learning time, is that it is never during what might be school hours.  He usually does pages from his letterbook while I am making dinner and the math happens after pjs are on and he is reading books with his dad.  Of course, all this knowledge finds its way into other parts of the day.  In the car the other day he asked me to give him addition and subtraction problems as a way to entertain himself.

Interestingly, he has a really firm grip on negative numbers. He loves to do subtraction problems that result in a negative number.  With all this talk about numbers, lately he has been trying to quantify his love for us, as in “I love you 3 trillion bits!”  So, he was mad at me the other day and he said “I love you negative 13 bits.”  Bummer.  But not too worry, after we made up, I was back up to 100 thousand bits.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Procrastinating, but in such a lovely way

I have quite a little list going of things I should probably get done before our baby decides to make her appearance.  So, what do I do?  I start a quilting project that is not even on the list.  I started last Sunday and finished today. 

I love it. 

I loved making it, knowing it is for our baby girl, who will be out and about soon.  I felt her kicking as I hand-sewed on the binding today and even though I knew I had more pressing projects to finish, I decided to sit still and finish this one first.

I quilted a double daisy and leaves on the body and as a large border. I think I am getting better at that part.

I am ready to start another quilt, but it is not on my to-do list,  but I might do it anyway.

3 weeks to go, give or take a few!

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Very cool! You are so talented, and an awesome mother! I was just talking about how awesome you are this past weekend with a friend of mine.
Monday, August 24, 2009 - 11:36 PM
The last comment was from me, Patty!
Monday, August 24, 2009 - 11:36 PM
This baby is coming into a family of so much love and devotion AND an incredible quilt!  It's wonderful!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009 - 06:22 PM

Friday, August 7, 2009

Ice Cream Day 2009

In honor of my Papa Oliver, who passed away almost 3 years ago, we have been making homemade ice cream every year on his birthday.  He always had ice cream in the freezer and I have many fond memories of walking with him to the ice cream shop for dessert. 

Today we made 2 batches of ice cream, one vanilla and one blueberry.  Picture taking around here is becoming challenging.  Oliver often refuses to be in a photo and Benton is starting to catch on to this game.  

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Robots, rockets and Birdie

It hasn’t been a particularly exciting week around here.  We have all had a cold that I think we got from a fellow passenger.  Oliver had it first, then Benton, now me.  So far, it look like Dan might escape it.  Anyway, since not much is going on, I thought I would post about these little drawing books I made for the boys before our trip.  The robot one is Oliver’s and the rocket one is Benton’s.   They have asked for a robot and rocket cake for their birthdays, so I imagine their cakes might look a lot like this fabric.  :)

I made the pattern myself and it worked out pretty well.  They are slightly different inside because Benton in a lefty, so his notepad is on the left.    Oliver had some colored pencils in his pocket and both have crayon rocks.  If you haven’t seen these, they are great for little guys hands.  Benton really likes them.  I think Birdie ate one yesterday, but I doubt anyone will really miss it.

Speaking of Birdie,  she and I went to her first obedience class last night.  Birdie did really well and was totally worn out afterwards.  She has been a great little puppy.  The only issue we are working on right now is getting he to quit jumping on people, especially the kids.  She weighs more than Oliver now, so she can easily knock them both over.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Our Alaska Trip

Well, if you are on Facebook, you have probably already seen most of these photos.   Dan already picked out most of the good ones (there were over 400 to choose from!). I wish we had snapped a family photo, but it was difficult to get everyone to cooperate, let alone ask a stranger to get involved or even set the timer. 

We had a great time.  It was seriously difficult to be excited about heading back to Atlanta.  I so miss my friends and family and life lived outdoors.  It is just too hot in Altanta for this Alaskan girl, this pregnant Alaskan girl, no less.

A quilt for Carissa

I finally finished and gifted this quilt to Carissa.  I wish I had a picture of her with it.  I’ll have to get one from her mom.  The picture at the bottom is Kira with her Chubby Chicks quilt.  They are both the sweetest little girls and I was thrilled to finally meet them.  I hope they will enjoy snuggling up in the quilts.

I am happy with how both of these quilts turned out, but won’t be making any big quilts as gifts for awhile.  I am going to work on my own to-do list for a bit.  I am feeling and looking quite pregnant these days and I know my time is running out to finish up projects before the baby arrives.  I hope to work on a bigger girly quilt for our little one.  Oh, I have to finish one I started for Benton.  Since he is nearly 3 years old, I should probably finish that one before starting a new one.  :)

Monday, July 6, 2009

Chubby Chicks quilt is done!

Finally.  I think I started over 6 months ago.  Quilts are big projects and I can’t work on them very regularly.  I am almost finished with another quilt and will post a picture in a couple of days.  I’m still working on my freehand quilting.  I feel like I need a lot more practice to make it look nice and smooth.

A friend asked me the other day how many quilts I have made.  Turns out this is number 5, but really only the 2nd one I have made from start to finish.

1st quilt - the lullaby quilt - I made it during my first pregnancy.  I cut everything, then went to work, came home and my mom had made most of the blocks.  I put it together and took it to someone to do the quilting.  I did sew the crib bumpers all by myself.

2nd quilt - animal quilt - also made during my 1st pregnancy.  I drew all the Alaskan animals and did the applique by hand.  Then had a professional do the quilting.

3rd quilt - Doggie with Bandana -melted to designs together to come up with this one.  It was gift for my good friend’s baby boy.  Did not quilt this one, but tied it off. My mom and Rana helped me sew on the binding.

4th quilt - my cowgirl practice quilt.  All me, start to finish.

5th-Chubby Chick quilt - all done by me.  It is a gift for another good friend’s baby girl.

6th quilt - coming soon...