Learning How to Be a Mom

Learning how to be a mother of two is interesting. I'm pretty sure you could call this the House of Poop. Between a newborn who is a regular, healthy pooper, and a two year old who has to take laxatives, I stay busy on diaper duty alone. I realized last night that I am being watched and studied. Katelyn is apparently also learning how to be a mother through watching me. She went into the kitchen to get my mom's attention...she was wearing my boppy around her waist, and my Udder Cover around her neck. She kept saying "I have to feed my baby! I have to feed my baby!". She went into her room and got one of her baby dolls, and brought it into the front room where I was nursing Brooke. Katelyn looked at her baby, then down at herself, then back at her baby. She then lifted her shirt up to her belly button, put the baby up to it, and then put her shirt back down.

Brooklyn is such a beautiful, sweet little girl. We are so lucky!!!

Steve picked out Brooklyn's first Sunday dress

Grandma Chelle and Brooklyn hangin out

Steve, Kate, Brooklyn, and Grandpa Tom

Daddy and his beautiful girls

Mommy, Katelyn, and Brooklyn...Daddy's Girls!

The most beautiful sisters ever!!!

Brooklyn with Grandma Marcia

Baby Pics

Me and Steve with our minutes old baby...straight from heaven!

Brooklyn Michelle Adams arrived January 13, 2010 at 2:30 a.m. She weighs 7lbs. 1oz. and is 19 inches long. She's so little, it's unbelievable! She has long skinny fingers, and long skinny feet, and is so amazingly beautiful. She has a very sweet disposition and has hardly cried since she was born!

Introducing... Brooklyn Michelle Adams!

It's Almost Time!

Guess what! My induction is scheduled for Wednesday morning! I am so freaking excited! I am so over being pregnant. What an adventure this should be! I can't believe I'm old enough to have two kids...when did that happen?! I'm excited to get her here, though. And I'm so grateful for Steve...he is the best labor coach ever! When we were in having Katelyn, I didn't realize until they told me to start pushing that I had no idea how to push a baby out of my body...especially when I couldn't feel the lower half! But push I did. After a minute of pushing, I realized that I was grunting. Wait a second! That's not me! I look over and my awesome husband is focused on the doctor and "what's going on down there", has bent me completely in half, and is helping me push...by pushing himself. I'm surprised he didn't crap his pants. His face was bright red and dripping sweat, and yes...the grunting was coming from him (push! push!). He was the best...I only had to push for 13 minutes, and I attribute a big part of that to Steve. Just so ya'll know, no one can come to the hospital to see her. Their rules, not mine. I'm grateful for the strict rules for the flu season because people are so freaking retarded. Guess what. If you're sick...stay the crap home! Don't go to other people's houses, don't go to parties, and most of all: DON'T GO TO THE HOSPITAL TO SEE NEWBORN BABIES!!! They have to make these rules for the idiots who don't have the common sense to say, "gee, I think I might be coming down with something. I think I'll stay home so I don't spread my germs and get other people and their children sick." These are also the same people we have to put all sorts of ridiculous caution labels on things for. Things the rest of us are like, "well, duh". Well, duh, indeed. ANYWAYS, I am also very excited to introduce my daughters to each other! I'm sure Katelyn will teach Brooklyn all sorts of wonderful things, including how to make yourself into an action figure like in the picture above...she is so hilarious. But, from how crazy this baby has been in my womb, I think that in no time she'll be teaching Katelyn all sorts of naughty things for me to write about. So, if you don't hear from me for a while, you'll know why...but I'll try to put pictures up asap. Wish me luck!

Miscellaneous Mayhem

It has been way too long since I've put a new post on here, as my husband has so sweetly pointed out on several occasions. Besides, our daughter is way too cute and hilarious to not share. Every morning and after every nap, either Steve or I will ask Katelyn if she had sweet dreams, which she always says yes to. Then we ask her what she dreamt about. Her usual answer for the last couple months has been, "bufferflies and fowfers" (butterflies and flowers). After a while, she added kitty cats into the mix. So sweet. What a little angelic princess we have. Then out of the blue a couple weeks ago, after one of her naps when I asked her what she dreamt about, my sweet little innocent two year old replied, "bufferflies and skeletons." WHAT?! Skeletons? How did something creepy and nasty like skeletons sneak their way into my little girls dreams? I don't know the answer, but they've been there ever since. She's never scared or disturbed by skeletons, so I'm assuming they must be pretty and nice...it makes me feel better, anyways.

We are still waiting for our little Brooklyn to decide to join us, but it can't be too much longer...I only have two weeks left! Which, to everyone else, sounds like a jiff and no time at all. But, in pregnancy terms, just means that you are sore and tired and can't sleep and are super duper sick of carrying another person inside your own. Plus, this child is particularly violent for a fetus. I call her my velociraptor. She's always checking the perimeter for weaknesses. I seriously can't wait for her to join our family, though. I've been spending every free second I have and then some on all sorts of projects in preparation for her arrival. Cleaning the house, taking down Christmas, arts and crafts with her name on it, washing baby clothes, boiling binkies, etc. She's so much work, and not even here yet. But in my experience with Katelyn, every hardship, long night, lost sleep, and frustrating day are more than paid back in beautiful butterfly kisses, cuddles, and comments like, "mom, you're the best mom in the world" and "mom, I love you too much." It even seems to make all these new stretch marks worth it. How blessed I am to have these two little girls sent to me. How lost I have been without them in my life. How can I ever repay Heavenly Father for such beautiful gifts? The only answer I've come up with is to try my hardest to not royally screw this up...to be the best mom I can be each and every day. If I ever do anything right in my entire life, being a good mom and doing right by my girls has to be it.

In my struggle to understand how in the world I'm going to be forgiven for all the rotten things I've done in my life, nothing has made me understand forgiveness more than having a child. Nothing she could ever ever do would ever make me not love her and want her near me. I guess that must be how Heavenly Father feels about us. I just hope that someday I can do as much for my girls as they have all ready done for me. What's funny is that they are teaching me the lessons that I will someday end up trying to teach them. What a beautiful way to get us all to where we need to be.