tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584856325679763162024-03-14T03:05:15.897-07:00The Lewis Family. Classy, Dashing and Swank.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-13375101651394239682014-10-25T10:30:00.000-07:002014-10-25T10:30:13.700-07:00Cooper<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Cooper Casey Lewis<br />
Born Oct. 19th, 7:38 pm<br />
8lbs 15oz. 21 inches<br />
<br />Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-63786361480415375622013-08-08T06:36:00.002-07:002013-08-08T06:36:20.017-07:00Front Yard Fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We love when the weather cools off a tad and we can enjoy playing outside. That's one of the perks of living in Virginia; there's actually a chance of it cooling off now and again during the summer. So far this summer we have been enjoying: mud pies, sidewalk chalk, swimming at Loriella, weekly trips to the library, McDonald's and Chikfila playgrounds, the mall, park trips and the occasional trip to King's Dominion. We hope to get to the beach soon!Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-47713723280591099822013-04-30T04:38:00.001-07:002013-04-30T04:38:59.920-07:00BostonMy friends Diana and Kathryn (Diesel as she is know to us) are quite the travelers. This year they took a trip to Boston. When I heard of their trip, I jumped at the idea of spending a weekend with them and invited myself along. They, of course, were so so welcoming. Then the Boston Marathon bombings happened, and things almost didn't work out for me to come. Thankfully it worked out thanks to my two generous friends.
I arrived in Boston the night they captured the second suspect of the bombing. The next day we went to a Red Sox game and the atmosphere was wonderful. It was a great feeling of unity and patriotism. They had a memorial at the beginning with a montage of the race, the bombings, and all the aftermath. The national anthem was sung by the crowd rather than a professional, and it was the most memorable anthem I have ever sung. Many people were brought out onto the field before the game began: volunteers at the marathon, runners, bystanders caught in the blast, policemen, FBI agents; it was very moving. Then there was another surprise: Neil Diamond came out during the 7th inning stretch and serenaded us with Sweet Caroline! It was definitely a game to remember!
We footed around Boston, drove to Providence Rhode Island to see the capital, footed around Providence, and I spent my last day with them seeing more of Boston. It was such a wonderful trip. I can't thank my friends enough for letting me come along. Unfortunately it ended with an 11 hour train ride back home. I think it's safe to say it was the worst night's sleep, but it was definitely worth it!
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<br />Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-15998237942473754072013-04-02T08:42:00.004-07:002013-04-02T08:44:28.010-07:0018 month old William<br />
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Poor William, the second child. He doesn't get nearly as much attention (blog wise) as Maddie did. Here are a few fun facts about Bubbs.<br />
He loves bugs (especially ladybugs and spiders)<br />
He loves dinosaurs and does a great little roar.<br />
He loves doing bubbles and sidewalk chalk and being outdoors. There's a constant puddle on a dirt road behind our house, and it's a favorite spot of his.<br />
He's obsessed with coloring, and is constantly wanting us to draw pictures for him. His requests are usually ladybug, snake, shark and eeeewwww (a spider).<br />
He's finally starting to talk. At first it was just gug (ladybug), maaaa (mom), daaaa (dad) and ggguuuyeahhh! (yes) Now it seems he adds words everyday. Words we sometimes understand.<br />
He's such a sweet little boy and is good at giving kisses. He's still nursing and loving every minute of it; me...not as much. He does an awesome "crazy pants dance".<br />
Favorite foods: cheese, waffles,bananas, chocolate anything, fruit rollups, and noodles.<br />
He likes to watch whatever Maddie is watching, he dances to any theme music of our shows, and gets uber excited when Mickey Mouse comes on.<br />
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Just a few memories to have recorded for however long this site lasts.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-38733114302067212622012-10-10T11:22:00.001-07:002012-10-10T11:22:29.878-07:00A Pictureless but Wordful PostThese past few weeks have been pretty eventful in the Lewis home.<br />
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WILLIAM'S BIRTHDAY <br />
William celebrated his first birthday, cyber style. We had both our phones and the computer with family Skyping for the birthday song and cake eating. It was a hectic 20 minutes trying to communicate with everyone at once whilst ensuring I capture the event with pictures and video, but we're so glad most everyone got to take part even though they are thousands of miles apart.<br />
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NEW DOG <br />
We decided to find a pal for Raheem (our chubby beagle), and found another male beagle on Craigslist. I called the girl and she and I texted back and forth all day. She had a million questions, wanted to come check out our home and yard and then make her choice. Casey and I were a little baffled by her extreme worry, but we went along. She came by Friday night and I guess we passed the test because she left him with us. But asked if it was okay if she kept in contact to see how he was. Sure? Rusty was super sweet, but very timid and shakey. The next morning, I strapped on his harness and tied him to a pole outside while I cleaned the car out. Minutes later Casey ran over frantic telling me Rusty had slipped out of his harness. Thankfully William was napping and Maddie was busy on the computer. We ran after him. Here's the thing about Fredericksburg, it's full of forest and wide open yards. We chased and looked and chased and looked for a good two hours. We fretted and worried all day and night. We drove around looking and left trails of food for days. We posted signs all over the neighborhood and got lots of calls of people who've seen him, but can't catch him. We set up an animal trap from Animal Control but are on our last two days of renting it. I've seen the dog 3 times since his escape and cannot catch him. So, somewhere, out there, we have another dog named Rusty.<br />
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NEW JOB <br />
We've been tight and our budget lately, so I decided to start babysitting again. I watch a 4 year old boy and will start watching a 3 month old girl in November. The boy has autism and ADHD, which freaked me out a little at first, but things have been going great so far. I haven't had much interaction with autistic children, but he doesn't act how I thought he would. He's social and talkative. He has a hard time sharing, but lots of kids do. The main thing I notice is how behind he is in areas. He's not potty trained, but will go when I take him and have him try. He doesn't know any of his colors, shapes, letters or numbers. He knows maybe 2 animals, but can't tell me what sounds they make. I work with him everyday on colors, shapes and animals, but he just can't remember any of it. Luckily he starts speech therapy school tomorrow, and perhaps he'll get better. I'm hoping things continue well with him, and that once Baby Girl comes we can keep a structured schedule or I may get too overwhelmed. I am very grateful that I found a way to bring in extra income while still being able to stay home with my kids. Hopefully now we can start saving again ,and have a little more breathing room with groceries and gas, and maybe even see a movie now and again. <br />
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NEW CAR <br />
With the extra income I'm bringing in with babysitting, we decided it was time for a second car. We got a 96 Honda Accord, and besides the large dents on one side, it runs great. I'm so grateful that I no longer have to spend 2 hours a day in the car taking Casey to and from work. It helps so much with my schedule when William can nap in his crib rather than the car. Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-864635141713963782012-09-05T07:13:00.000-07:002012-09-05T07:13:37.767-07:00Maddie's First Day of Preschool<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This morning we woke up early to get Casey to work then hurried home (but stopping for a sprinkle donut of course) to get ready for Maddie's big day. When Nana was out visiting she got Maddie this outfit and backpack for her first day of school. She's been very excited to wear it. She was so cooperative all morning. "Mads we need to do your hair." "Ok Mom!" "Mads we need to brush your teeth too." "Ok Mom!" Wow, I hope this is how each school day goes. We packed up her backpack with her school supplies then headed outside for a few pictures. She didn't even offer up a fuss over this. Then we loaded in the car and drove to school. She even asked for another picture outside of the school. Who is this kid? We walked in and all around us were sad kids and consoling parents. Secretly I wished I had some consoling to do. I said good bye and off she went into the play room. What happened! She didn't even cry? I was so proud/sad that my little shy girl is growing up and understanding that there's no need to be scared. I'm excited for this new journey for her but am so glad that I will still be her main surroundings for her each day. I know I need to soak up these years and am so grateful for her in my life.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-72167601097622010322012-08-27T12:33:00.000-07:002012-08-27T12:33:12.419-07:00Growing Children<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had the very discouraging realization that my kids are growing up. Seriously; look at them. Maddie is always spewing out random facts from library books that we read together and saying things like, "That's peculiar." She starts preschool next week and is actually excited about it. Where did my shy, nervous, little baby go? She's learning to write words on her own. So far she knows: Maddie, Mom, Dad, Yes, No and AFV (America's Funniest Videos). I'm not sure why that last one stuck with her. She's almost mastered the word "Geico" from us dropping Casey off at work in the mornings. She's FINALLY wanting to run around and play sports which makes her dad very happy. Every day she wants to go in the backyard and play soccer; which I would normally encourage, except the fact that she wants me to join her! I'm sorry but running around outside at 1 pm is not enjoyable.<br />
Then there's William; our little Bubz. He finally starting crawling sometime between 9 and 10 months. He loves to get into everything. We realize now how easy Maddie was as a baby; so cautious and calm. William is not. His favorite is pointing and grunting when he's excited. We turned him forward facing in the car and now he can see the tv and is grunting all the time at it. He randomly points at strangers as they walk by which usually results in a smile from them; that's nice. He likes to push the computer chair around and walk with it. Sometimes he'll clap, but it's not as entertaining as pointing for him. Casey and I have the habit of enjoying ice cream most every night, and William has learned that that tub we carry to the couch means delicious goodness and he comes crawling full speed. Next month he turns one; I can't believe it. Our kids are growing and there's nothing I can do but enjoy them each day. I'll quote this book I just finished reading, "The days are long, but the years are short." So very true.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-58834960227115958622012-07-31T12:07:00.001-07:002012-07-31T12:07:50.103-07:00Life in VirginiaWe've been here nearly 2 months now, and our house is finally unpacked and put together. We have settled into a routine, so that makes life much less stressful. We only have one car at the moment, so we usually take Casey to work 2-3 times a week so we can venture out of the house. On those days we usually: swim, go to the library, go to the mall, McDonalds, or Chikfila. Not much different than life in AZ. We have gone to the beach once and played at the river once, which is a fun change from AZ. Our weekends are spent doing yard work, grocery shopping and being pretty lazy. We're learning the area and the lingo and trying to adjust to the humidity. I'm still not sure which is worse in the summer; AZ or VA? It's the difference between standing in an oven or standing in a sauna.<br />
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I will make a few complaints about life in VA:<br />
1. There are NO sidewalks or crosswalks. And the shoulder of the road is about 2 inches wide, so there will be no bike rides or stroller walks for us.<br />
2. We have to transport our trash to the dump in the back of our Pilot. I made the mistake of sticking our trash can outside once it got full and ended up tossing the entire thing in the dump due to maggot overload.<br />
3. Bugs are far more bountiful here.<br />
4. It stays light until 9, so Maddie thinks she can party late into the night.<br />
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And now a few of the high lights:<br />
1. The farmer's market is huge and not overly priced.<br />
2. Lighting bugs (one of the few bugs I do enjoy)<br />
3. We have flowers to tend to.<br />
4. I've seen a cardinal, a blue bird, tons of mockingbirds and robins.<br />
5. On less humid days we can sit outside in the evenings and enjoy the good life.<br />
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<br />Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-70775697070368388672012-07-10T13:03:00.000-07:002012-07-10T13:03:55.108-07:00The Big Move<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maddie was very interested as we packed up the truck. We got many requests to get stuff out of the boxes for her, like random Christmas decorations she could see in clear tubs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As you can see, the packing got a little lazy at the end. We ran out of boxes and just began putting stuff in until it was completely full. I'm so sad that my big dining room table couldn't make the trip with us. Our grill and bikes also got left behind.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little girl did great on the trip. This is a rare moment of her sleeping. She was content watching movies, playing her MobiGo, coloring and playing ponies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This kid, on the other hand, needed a playmate in the backseat with him. Being the driver was nothing compared to trying to keep him entertained. I was all peek-a-booed out by the end of the trip.</td></tr>
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I love my ridiculous husband. We threw him a graduation party, and his only request from me was a "face cake." I was unsure what he meant, so he explained, "A cake with a picture of my face on it." Since I didn't get him anything else, I tried my darndest to fulfill his request. As seen in the picture above, the coloring is all wrong and the cake in general is pretty creepy. But there it is. Happy graduation husband.
Our life is pure chaos at the moment. Good chaos. After 3 months and 4 interviews, Geico has offered Casey a position in their Emerging Leaders program! We are uber excited, since this was our top choice of the many many jobs he applied for. We got the news a little over a week ago, and will be heading out to Fredericksburg, VA June 12th. Yep, less than a month away. We have been glued to our computer screens looking for housing and moving trucks. And to make it all even more fun, here is a preview of my current two week calendar:
Casey's graduation,
Casey's party,
Casey goes to VA for 3 days for interviews,
Teach joyschool,
Cubscout pack meeting,
Teach sharing time each Sunday this month,
Host bunko,
Maddie's 3, yes 3, birthday parties,
Make 3 stupid aprons to sell (I'm a little upset I chose to do this one),
Host sewing night.
After this week I will be able to fully focus on moving and packing and all the fun the goes with a move. But we are happy to be moving on to this next stage of life!Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-30606991291101141602012-04-22T07:55:00.002-07:002012-04-22T08:06:12.380-07:00Earth Day IdeasToday is Earth Day, and each year I try to make at least one change to be a better "earthling". Here are some ideas I found while browsing the interweb.<br /><br />1. Go completely paperless. I have almost all my accounts set up for automatic deduction, but there's a couple that are still sending me statements and I just haven't taken the time to sign up for the paperless option.<br /><br />2. Using compostable doggie poop bags. I usually just use grocery bags, but apparently they take 100 years to biodegrade. <a href="http://www.biobagusa.com/biobag_dog.htm" target="blank" rel="nofollow">Dog Waste bags</a>. <div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br />3. Maybe I'll look into this program for when I'm done with some old sneakers. I usually wear them till they're disgusting; too disgusting that I would feel bad giving them to a thrift store. I usually toss them, but this seems a better option. <a href="http://www.nikereuseashoe.com/" target="blank" rel="nofollow">nikereuseashoe.com</a><br /><br />4. Someday I'll plant a tree with my kids, but not this year. <br /><br />5. Today we are going for a walk and picking up trash. We'll have to wait until this evening because it's going to be 100 degrees today.<br /><br />6. That 100 degrees put a wrench in my going carless today. I think our only outing would have been to church, and it's a bit too far to make my husband and kids endure the heat. Maybe tomorrow we'll go carless.<br /><br />7. And finally, we're going to make a craft from something in our recycle bin. I don't know what yet, but it won't be hard to think of something fun.<br /><br />Happy Earth Day!<br /><div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br /><br /></div><br /></div>Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-25794872009993011812012-04-08T14:55:00.003-07:002012-04-08T15:03:58.102-07:00Happy EasterI had a very nice little Easter lesson with Maddie after church. I did the plastic eggs filled with different objects and scriptures to tell the Easter story. She thought it was very fun and exciting to open each egg, but when we got to the egg with the nail, she was instantly quiet and listened as we talked of Christ on the cross. We looked closely at a picture and saw each nail in his hands and feet. I told her it was okay to be sad when we think about it, but that he did it because he loves us very much. She was so sweet and said, "Sometimes when I'm sad, my eyes get a little bit watery." I'm not sure if she meant she felt sad today (I think this was her 3rd Easter lesson of the day) or just telling me that her eyes water when she's sad. But I'm so glad she's old enough to begin to understand the beautiful story of Easter and what it means for each of us. Happy Easter!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfMy0SxI75s/T4IJkv7ySkI/AAAAAAAABMc/56oY2q8glY0/s1600/Easter%2B2012%2B011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfMy0SxI75s/T4IJkv7ySkI/AAAAAAAABMc/56oY2q8glY0/s400/Easter%2B2012%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729152202915859010" border="0" /></a>(Chicken Baby weaseled her way into most of our Easter pics this year)Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-87123432042462385762012-03-30T09:22:00.001-07:002012-03-30T09:24:59.199-07:00Video MakingHere's what we've been doing with our free time. Very productive, I know.<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Swa_uAD-Js&context=C4d8693cADvjVQa1PpcFNCq58AZLf-92c9thtB75aarxrKBw_FLic=<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3I7qmfAW3ZM&feature=relmfu<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kU3o5z2iFA&feature=relmfuJessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-18216106091336710192012-03-22T06:40:00.002-07:002012-03-22T06:51:06.699-07:00William at 6 MonthsMy little Wills is 6 months. He's such a happy fun baby, and we can tell he's going to be a lot more active than Maddie was. He's not yet sitting up or crawling, but he likes to roll around every where. He loves to eat his peas, carrots, squash and sweet potatoes. I have yet to find a fruit he likes. We're trying to get him to take juice or water from a sippy cup, so maybe he can eventually drink milk from one since he won't take a bottle. He has two sharp little teeth on the bottom and has bit me a few times while nursing. I think my yelp of pain scared him enough because he hasn't done it since. He absolutely loves Maddie...and Raheem. We decided the best way to his heart is to pay less attention to him. Maddie and Raheem definitely pay less attention to him than Casey and I; I think that's why he's so desperate for their affection. He usually only wakes once during the night, but sometimes 2 or 3 times when he wants to be fun. He's getting better at naps during the day, but still rarely naps for longer than an hour at a time. He's a big boy, weighing 21.5 pounds and 29 inches. We love our little son, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I can't wait till he starts crawling around.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YO1KD3XaQRg/T2ssaCY56kI/AAAAAAAABJ0/rC0OHMlXDVU/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YO1KD3XaQRg/T2ssaCY56kI/AAAAAAAABJ0/rC0OHMlXDVU/s200/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722716577333897794" /></a>Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-40071517042018253272012-03-14T23:28:00.002-07:002012-03-14T23:48:56.699-07:00RunningI like to run. I hate my lack of motivation to do it, but I always feel better after a run. But here's my dilemma, I hate for people to see me running. It's not that I'm afraid I'm an ugly faced runner or that I fear looking foolish with my strides. It's a bit of the opposite. First, let me state that I <span style="font-style:italic;">do not</span> envision myself as a beauty while jogging or that my form is perfect. The reason I hate when people see me jogging is because I feel that they are judging me. I fear they think I am trying to show off, that I'm only out jogging to show the world that I exercise and am in shape (which is certainly not true). I recently confessed my fears to my husband when he suggested I just run down McClintock. He, of course, told me how absolutely ridiculous I was. I gave in and ran down McClintock. <br />BUT today I prove my point friends. I went out for my bi-monthly jog, the weather was warm but I felt good, I was listening to my freshly made playlist. Biking towards me on the same side of the road comes an older lady. I make eye contact, smile, and what to wondering eye should appear, but a uplifted finger raised high and clear. Yes, she gave me the bird. And you know why? Here is what she was thinking, "Oh look at this lady out running. She thinks she's soooo cool with her fancy new shoes (I just got new sea foam green running shoes with some bday cash) and her hoity doity ipod, smiling like she's the best thing on earth." That is why I hate people to see me run.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-59884443374929694782012-02-26T20:24:00.002-08:002012-02-26T20:35:50.463-08:00February<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vDuxQZra43s/T0sG7K0MCWI/AAAAAAAABJM/rNXss4iSUFA/s1600/DSC00886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vDuxQZra43s/T0sG7K0MCWI/AAAAAAAABJM/rNXss4iSUFA/s200/DSC00886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713668165834901858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBXXMUUeK0g/T0sG64OGwfI/AAAAAAAABJA/QT-R38KEXk0/s1600/DSC00885.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBXXMUUeK0g/T0sG64OGwfI/AAAAAAAABJA/QT-R38KEXk0/s200/DSC00885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713668160843334130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_B4a00df8NU/T0sG6h0xjzI/AAAAAAAABI4/tgQLJfUIRJM/s1600/DSC00882.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_B4a00df8NU/T0sG6h0xjzI/AAAAAAAABI4/tgQLJfUIRJM/s200/DSC00882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713668154831507250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L41tbrCEZCo/T0sG7gwryTI/AAAAAAAABJY/9IMQq2VS-Us/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L41tbrCEZCo/T0sG7gwryTI/AAAAAAAABJY/9IMQq2VS-Us/s200/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713668171725785394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />February is our busy month, and I of course was sick during the busiest part. Valentine's Day came first. We had a family craft night followed by heart shaped french toast. The next day was Casey's birthday. We had a big family gathering the Sunday before, so on his actual birthday we just had cake and dinner with our little family. Then came my 30th birthday. Casey made me dinner (plus dinner for an entire week) and also threw me a wonderful party with friends and family. We're thinking of adding one more holiday to our February extravaganza: Leap Year; 30 Rock style. We'll see.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-62316679880865918822012-02-21T09:36:00.001-08:002012-02-21T10:01:24.463-08:00The Dirty ThirtyI think this is a funny title for my post. Mostly because I think it's intended for those single, popular, partying people out there who have crazy birthday blowouts on their 30th party. My party: a bbq with lawn games; bring the family. <br />I have mixed feelings on turning 30. I don't feel old, but I do feel a bit of nostalgia and underachievement. I loved my high school years. I loved my college years. I loved my single years. I've been surrounded by wonderful people my entire life and I have so many fond memories with so many of them. Ditching school to go swim at the nasty "hole", playing softball in the perfect fall weather, making fun of all my roommates via homemade videos...loved it all.<br />But I never did accomplish any type of career goals. I feel like a complete failure in this area and often wonder if I could go back in time, change my major and career choice, but still end up with my current husband and family? The fact that I never got to enjoy the satisfaction of landing an awesome graphic design job before starting a family is my biggest regret. But I do hope to hop back on the schooling/job wagon when my kids start school.<br />So I'm 30, now what? I've been thinking about this the past few weeks, and just like the start of every new year, I know I have to step it up. I need to be more spiritually strong for my family. I need to realize that my body needs healthy foods and exercise. I need to read the news now and again to have an intelligent conversation with my husband. I need to wear makeup more than once a week. I feel like a full blown grown up and it's time to start playing the part. I also know that not all of this is going to be accomplished immediately and I need to cut myself some slack sometimes. So, instead of instantly hitting the couch when the kids fall asleep, I am going to do one self improving thing. Whether it's just checking a news website or deciding to drink a bottle of water rather than that delicious diet cherry Pepsi.<br />I'm excited for this new chapter where my life is focused on family and I get to enjoy the children I am so blessed to nurture and raise. I feel like Tim McGraw crooning his song, "The next 30 years will be the best years of my life, raise a little family and hang out with my (husband)." Amen Tim, amen.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-19664834722785500592012-02-13T20:11:00.000-08:002012-02-13T20:18:47.030-08:00A Good DayToday was labeled a "no TV, no computer" day. With little William loving to be held all the time, it's been far too easy for me to let Maddie just watch some Blues Clues or play on the computer. She's become far too dependent on this for entertainment, so we decided to take a day's break. I think our decision created a bit of magic to fall onto William because today he napped two times in his crib! The first for an hour, then second for two hours! I felt like today was such a breath of fresh air. Maddie sat at the counter chatting with me while I did the mound of dishes from Casey's birthday dinner last night. I was able to get most of the laundry done while Maddie played at her Grandma's. We walked to the park, we played board games, William was hardly fussy when he wasn't being held. If I can have days like today, I think I can maintain a sanitary living condition for our family and keep our kids entertained without always relying on the tv or computer.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-38364034549187651892012-01-28T20:24:00.000-08:002012-01-28T20:52:17.968-08:00Lovely Winter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiWjb1mriM/TyTPgqMtD5I/AAAAAAAABH0/pGhaMI97iAg/s1600/DSC00750.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiWjb1mriM/TyTPgqMtD5I/AAAAAAAABH0/pGhaMI97iAg/s200/DSC00750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702911188148227986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPFr1OqUACU/TyTPgYEA90I/AAAAAAAABHo/v6CfGZGjetY/s1600/DSC00736.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPFr1OqUACU/TyTPgYEA90I/AAAAAAAABHo/v6CfGZGjetY/s200/DSC00736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702911183279945538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqsUEPBDykI/TyTPf8g399I/AAAAAAAABHc/8N17pqZw-tk/s1600/DSC00733.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqsUEPBDykI/TyTPf8g399I/AAAAAAAABHc/8N17pqZw-tk/s200/DSC00733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702911175884797906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci2sOsa_sI4/TyTPhQqQYHI/AAAAAAAABIA/IfTzyHuTO-g/s1600/DSC00759.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci2sOsa_sI4/TyTPhQqQYHI/AAAAAAAABIA/IfTzyHuTO-g/s200/DSC00759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702911198472724594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We enjoyed Christmas in St. Johns this year. We were lucky to get lots of snow to play in. Maddie loved her Minnie Mouse from Santa. I didn't get any Christmas pictures of William, but this photo was taken on Christmas Day so we'll count it.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-75086451086877872152012-01-25T22:09:00.000-08:002012-01-25T22:16:27.596-08:00William's Photo ShootI'm a bit behind in the blogging...Here are William's newborn photos taken by my good friend <a href="http://blog.jamesonphotos.com/">Jenna Jameson</a>. They turned out so great; I couldn't put all the ones I loved on here because it takes too long! He is not even one week old in these. My how he has grown, by about 10 pounds!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yiJv3yY-h0Y/TyDu5F6lpDI/AAAAAAAABHE/j_WrJQ-EihY/s1600/LewisFamily_Fall2011_07bw%2528For%2BWeb%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yiJv3yY-h0Y/TyDu5F6lpDI/AAAAAAAABHE/j_WrJQ-EihY/s200/LewisFamily_Fall2011_07bw%2528For%2BWeb%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701819792858915890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj9Yj0ArHTo/TyDu46BjZcI/AAAAAAAABG0/dRKV1CmTgpw/s1600/LewisFamily_Fall2011_14%2528For%2BWeb%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj9Yj0ArHTo/TyDu46BjZcI/AAAAAAAABG0/dRKV1CmTgpw/s200/LewisFamily_Fall2011_14%2528For%2BWeb%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701819789666903490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LlkaHU7npUw/TyDu4_j-OOI/AAAAAAAABGs/rH0to_C6d60/s1600/LewisFamily_Fall2011_21bw%2528For%2BWeb%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LlkaHU7npUw/TyDu4_j-OOI/AAAAAAAABGs/rH0to_C6d60/s200/LewisFamily_Fall2011_21bw%2528For%2BWeb%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701819791153445090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBfMxRmGqAw/TyDu5WA6QmI/AAAAAAAABHQ/uztDROWOqmY/s1600/LewisFamily_Fall2011_23.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBfMxRmGqAw/TyDu5WA6QmI/AAAAAAAABHQ/uztDROWOqmY/s200/LewisFamily_Fall2011_23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701819797180400226" border="0" /></a>Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-86899850483930597392012-01-17T07:24:00.000-08:002012-01-17T07:29:55.316-08:002012...Here I Come!Every year I make a list of goals. It's something I quite enjoy doing. Writing a list of all the things I want to someday become. But then everyday life steps in, and I quickly get sidetracked just trying to get the dishes done each day. Here's hoping I can better myself in at least one way this year.<br /><br />1. Nightly family and personal prayer/scripture study.<br />2. Exercise at least 3 times a week. (I already broke this one, but am still trying!)<br />3. Drink more water (I'm the worst!)<br />4. Read one non-fiction book.<br />5. Monthly date nights and temple dates<br />6. Work on family videos, a photo book and a piece of art decor for the house.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-86750946967793877242012-01-13T11:35:00.000-08:002012-01-13T11:48:02.069-08:00William Updaate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfNLrCQnKiA/TxCH3jJxsHI/AAAAAAAABGQ/XbtDpsbUVRA/s1600/DSC00722.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfNLrCQnKiA/TxCH3jJxsHI/AAAAAAAABGQ/XbtDpsbUVRA/s400/DSC00722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697202917022478450" border="0" /></a><br />Our <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:%C5%92illets_%28Sweet_William%29.jpg">Sweet William</a>. Apparently Sweet William is a plant, who knew? Just a little update on our adorable little boy. He is almost 4 months! He is definitely a fast growing boy. 9pounds at birth, 12 pounds at his 1 month appointment, 15.2 pounds at his 2 month, and we are awaiting stats for his 4 month appointment. I predict a near 20 pound weigh-in.<br /><br />He is laughing and smiling and trying to engage anyone he can in baby gurgling chatter. He LOVES his big sister and his eyes follow her all around the room. <br /><br />He's quite fond of being held, and still doesn't nap during the day without that comfort. But, he does do pretty awesome at night and will sleep from 9 pm-ish to 7am-ish with only waking once to eat (usually).<br /><br />We got a bit lazy in the bottle making/pumping department, and he now refuses a bottle. We were so adamant that this kid would most definitely take a bottle! Ugh, we failed miserably. I have hope that we can still make it happen. It must happen. Mother needs her time off too.<br /><br />This kid can drool! Maddie wasn't a huge drooler, so this is new to me. I always try to dress him so cute for church, then have to throw on that tacky bib. Ruins the whole effect. His hair is hilarious. It looks like a come-over in the back. I'm still hoping some curls will emerge.<br /><br />We love our Bubz.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-84384869734621577882011-11-06T17:31:00.000-08:002011-11-06T17:52:15.355-08:00Halloween<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kh32HYboED0/Trc2Qw0_5HI/AAAAAAAABFA/oeuP_lPem-w/s1600/DSC00572.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kh32HYboED0/Trc2Qw0_5HI/AAAAAAAABFA/oeuP_lPem-w/s400/DSC00572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672061917309428850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPtITmHiafE/Trc2Qf4vdqI/AAAAAAAABE0/kvJ6nSrtEfM/s1600/DSC00569.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPtITmHiafE/Trc2Qf4vdqI/AAAAAAAABE0/kvJ6nSrtEfM/s400/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672061912761726626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-156eTfJKWw0/Trc2P6D_qUI/AAAAAAAABEo/r_6tNiRIq5g/s1600/DSC00563.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-156eTfJKWw0/Trc2P6D_qUI/AAAAAAAABEo/r_6tNiRIq5g/s400/DSC00563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672061902608378178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2btZkooPnQ/Trc2RJBK3qI/AAAAAAAABFM/vCKipNwKDCA/s1600/DSC00573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2btZkooPnQ/Trc2RJBK3qI/AAAAAAAABFM/vCKipNwKDCA/s400/DSC00573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672061923802930850" border="0" /></a><br />We opted for a very buggy Halloween. It all started with Maddie's decision to be a ladybug. I made Maddie's costume, and I found William's costume at Goodwill, and as you can definitely tell, Casey's and mine are homemade. We hit up a few Halloween events this year. We got invited to a party on Wednesday and Maddie spent the entire time with all the other little ones in the bounce house. Then Saturday night we went to our ward trunk or treat. Finally came the actual Holiday where Maddie had a slow start to trick or treating, but I finally coaxed her into gathering free candy from strangers. We headed home to an evening of candy eating and family fun.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-7013451926082457922011-10-01T14:25:00.000-07:002011-10-01T15:10:50.914-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-gm2ov9v-s/ToeGi_lttbI/AAAAAAAABEU/NPkhAp3CvOI/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-gm2ov9v-s/ToeGi_lttbI/AAAAAAAABEU/NPkhAp3CvOI/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658639392557610418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4OEGp5xU9EU/ToeGiiPQVXI/AAAAAAAABEM/MYtg-jy0LqM/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4OEGp5xU9EU/ToeGiiPQVXI/AAAAAAAABEM/MYtg-jy0LqM/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658639384678782322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCV4q31KSEs/ToeGiYolyvI/AAAAAAAABEE/vA38T3T7obk/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCV4q31KSEs/ToeGiYolyvI/AAAAAAAABEE/vA38T3T7obk/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658639382100691698" border="0" /></a><br />We're now on week 2 of William's life and still adjusting. He's a noisy fellow; lots of squeaks and grunts. He still doesn't like his bassinet, so we're still not having great nights. He's gained 15 ounces since his birth because he's always eating! My doctor said to wait until he really cries from hunger before I feed him, so he's not snacking so much. <br /><br />Maddie is still doing well with him; she doesn't seem to dislike him in any way. Every once in a while she'll ask to hold him. Mostly she likes to disrupt his daytime naps by shaking him and yelling, "Wake up baby! Wake up!" Which, I'm fine with his daytime naps being interrupted if it helps him sleep at night at all.<br /><br />He's still doing great going back and forth between nursing and bottles, and I'm trying to build up a storage of breast milk so we don't have to use formula anymore. We're on our last container of the freebie stuff. <br /><br />Mom is doing well and feeling pretty great; other than lack of sleep. I forgot how painful nursing can be, but I'm at least glad that the contraction type cramps stopped after a few days. I jump at any chance to leave the house since we're home all day long. I've been blessed with fabulous friends, who brought me dinner for two weeks! I even got gourmet breakfast one morning. I really feel so overwhelmed with how kind and generous people have been. It definitely makes me want to be that kind of person to other people.Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358485632567976316.post-71546522301007510992011-09-21T11:07:00.000-07:002011-09-21T11:27:20.145-07:00William's Arrival<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCN5xnMCRfI/TnoobLGuxZI/AAAAAAAABD8/P4ZLQD-dJVA/s1600/DSC00488.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCN5xnMCRfI/TnoobLGuxZI/AAAAAAAABD8/P4ZLQD-dJVA/s400/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654876729419679122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNIFZk1Z9fw/Tnooa5TZO4I/AAAAAAAABD0/nBgnLtT8D3o/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNIFZk1Z9fw/Tnooa5TZO4I/AAAAAAAABD0/nBgnLtT8D3o/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654876724640955266" border="0" /></a><br />William Kenny Lewis arrived Friday, September 16th at 7:43 pm.<br /><br />I had been to my weekly doctor visit that previous Monday, and the doctor told me to come in to his office that Friday (my due date) and he'd schedule a time for me to get induced. So I went in at 9am to my appt., he checked me out and said, "how would you like to be induced today?" I of course said yes and he said, "how about 11?" <br /><br />So we hurried home, got all packed, I cleaned the kitchen and whatever else I could, then we dropped off our little Mads with the inlaws, grabbed some Taco Bell and headed in.<br /><br />I was having light contractions when I got in, I wouldn't have noticed if the machine didn't tell me. They started the pitocin at noon. I began to feel them noticably. The doctor came in at 1 or 2 and broke my water. That hurt. By 4 I was ready for my epidural. Just in time for Jeopardy. At 7 my doctor came in, checked me and predicted the baby would be here at 7:40pm. At 7:30 I started to feel the contractiona pretty frequently and began to feel pressure down below. In came to doctor, he told me to go ahead and push, and within 2 or 3 minutes we had a baby! I looked down at the doctor and asked, "Is that usually how it goes?" I seriously couldn't believe how fast and easy it all was. Delivering thte placenta didn't hurt at all. I didn't feel the pain of getting stitched up afterwards. It was all so different than last time.<br /><br />We love our little William and are adjusting to life with a newborn around. He's not a fan of his bassinet yet, so we tag team the recliner at nights. Maddie enjoys loving on him and telling him he's all done eating so Mom can play with her. Casey, as always, is such a sweet loving dad, and is loving that this baby enjoys bottles from Dad (as does Mom, except the whole pumping thing).Jessie Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840795264837062360noreply@blogger.com4