Thursday, February 27, 2014


 Nan is already four months old!  Here are some pictures of her from the last few weeks.
 At four months, she is 19 pounds, 4 ounces.  Charlie was 19 pounds at this age, and Felicity was 19 pounds, 7 ounces.  As you can tell, none of my babies are puny, but I think Hannah's is pretty significant considering she started out so much smaller than her siblings.  Charlie started at 9 pounds and was 19 by four months, but Hannie started at 7 pounds, so she had to make up for lost poundage, I guess!

She is the world's best baby.  She is so calm and so happy.  She only cries when her diaper is leaking (she even will stay cheerful with a soiled diaper for a little while when necessary, as long as it isn't leaking) or when she is hungry (you don't triple your birth weight by being shy about demanding milk).  She is a moderately good sleeper, and gives me a couple good long naps during the day, one or two short ones, and a pretty long chunk at night.  Mostly, she sleeps in the swing, or in my bed during the day.  I also bring her into my bed when she wakes up around 4am to nurse because its more convenient for me, and she loves sleeping with me, and I enjoy a little cuddle time, but I gotta break the habit, because I don't sleep as well.  She sleeps in the crib occasionally during the day, but I have a three year old who might never stop sleeping in the crib, so she is still without that option during the night (it's on my list of things to do).  She takes a bottle well and behaves for her sitters while I am at work.  She loves the bumbo, and has just started grabbing onto things, which is fun.  Her favorite thing to hold is, of course, my hair.  She hates the car, but tries to be good if we are on the freeway.  (Crml Mtn Rd is her nemesis, with the thirty million stoplights.)

Her siblings absolutely worship her.  We have tried to do a little special time between one of the parents and each of the kids every month or so, and Felicity begged to have Hannah come with us on hers (just a little errand).  She loves her brother and sister too. 

She loves being stood up on your lap to see the world, sucking on her fingers, being sung to, and nursing.

We adore our little Hannah Hope.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Swearing In

So, do you know how many hoops you have to jump through to become a lawyer?  Like ten million.  One of them is passing an extremely detailed (extremely EXPENSIVE) background check.  It takes around six months, so you are supposed to submit everything about six months before you plan on getting your bar results.  The July bar results come in November, so you are supposed to pay for the background check (it's called the Moral Character Application) back in May.  But, it's expensive, and you just finished paying for law school, not to mention paying for the bar and the classes you take to help you study for the bar.  So, not knowing it takes six months, I said we should put off the Moral Character Application, which we did.  But then, his bar results came in, he had passed, but he couldn't be a lawyer until the application was approved.

Typically, everyone who passes the bar all go in and have a big group swear-in.  But, if your wife doesn't pay for the Moral Character Application on time, you can't go to the swear-in.  I was feeling kinda bad about it, but then his application came back approved, so we set a date for him to be sworn in.  A friend and former coworker of his did the motion and gave a lovely little biography about him.  (He included stuff that I had practically forgotten.  I forgot Greg had gotten the American Juris Prudence award for Estate Planning and Worker's Compensation!)

It turns out that not being on time and having to do your own private swearing in can be pretty fun.  It was just our people in the jury box, watching him be sworn in.  We are all so proud of our now officially-officially-official lawyer!


My little girl is quite the force to be reckoned with.  I spend a lot of time just getting through the days with her.  A friend of mine explained it best when describing her own daughter: "I am just so very out-willed."
The thing that gets me through is remembering how she is going to be such an amazing adult.  If we make it that far.

Anyway, she is a most beautiful girl, as you can see, and she is also smart, funny, and unexpected.

Grandpa Phil gave her sashimi  for the first time last week.  She asked if she could have it, and he said "sure!" and handed it over.  She immediately spit it out.  I asked her if she liked it.  She said "It looked like an orange.  But it was NOT like an orange."

She started ballet.  It is touch and go, because getting ready in pre-approved clothing is a challenge for her, (and, honestly, she doesn't like not being the teacher) but I think she mostly enjoys it and is having a good time.

After a tantrum, I sent her to her room.  She said "Like always.  day, night, day, night, room, room, room, room, room."   Hello thirteen-year-old me.

She loves to draw.  This picture is of her Aunt Stacy.  She also of late loves to make this weird face in pictures.

Flissy gave her first talk in church a week ago, and did a great job.  Hearing her own voice in the microphone made her a little giggly, but she did a good job.

She likes to help.  Any mother of a small child knows how much help they are.  But as she was sitting there watching the cookies mix, she just looked so serene, I had to take a picture.

Getting dressed in the morning is often a challenge because she requires four (FOUR) choices of shirt, pants, underwear, and socks.  I'm serious.  Even if it's four identical pairs of white socks, she's gotta choose them.  I'm over it, it's just easier this way (see above: out-willed.) 
This particular day she chose an outfit that didn't match, and included two inches of bum showing in the back when standing still.  (I should note that for some reason, her bottom peeking out of her pants is a major button for me... drives me nuts.)  After I had been reminding her all day to PULL her pants UP, I finally said "if I see your bum again today, I'm getting rid of those pants!"  (I know, I'm ridiculous, who cares?  But it was really bugging me.)  She proceeded to walk backward away from me for like an hour, so I couldn't see her bottom.  She kills me.

Valentine's Day

 My little valentines.  The heart picture was Charlie's idea.  He's a sweet boy.

My kids' cute valentines.  My talented sister made them a Valentine that said "Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, if my arms were longer, I'd put them around you!" and "You're dino-mite!" And they put little t-rex cookies with them.  Thanks, as always, Stacy!

Sunday, February 23, 2014