first

Today was Avery's first day at church,

which means it was my first day at attempting to squeeze into some of my skirts.

Lucky for us both events seemed to turn out well.

Avery slept through most of it, and I found a skirt with a lot of give.

All in all I'd call it a good sabbath day!

 Avery was being so cute after church 

I just had to take of picture of her.

smile

guess who can't stop smiling....

one month

My little baby is one month old today.

I can't believe it!

Its amazing how much my life has changed in a month.

I already can't imagine my life without my little love muffin.

She has definitely captured our hearts.

Dear Avery,

 I love the little sounds that you make. 

I love that you smile in your sleep.

I love how angry you get when we swaddle your arms down.

 I love how you lick your lips after you eat. 

I love that I get to spend my days with you.

I love the way you look at your Dad and smile at him.

But most importantly I love that you've taught me how to be a mom.

I love you so much.

Mom

*Special thanks to my photographer (sister) for taking these pictures in her studio (my bedroom).

I hope I showed my appreciation to you by paying you lots of money

  (gave you a high five and let you sleep on my couch).

Avery loved (hated) every minute of it!

introducing

Introducing.....

baby

Saturday June 9th

5:00 pm- go to dinner for anniversary

6:00- start having contractions

6:30- realize the contractions are regular

6:31-tell Brandon

6:32-Brandon freaks out

6:33- keep eating dinner

7:00-head home

8:00- stop by Hobby Lobby to buy the baby some hair bows

9:00- go to the hospital

(only dilated to a 2)

10:00-hospital gives me morphine and sends me home

10:01- morphine kicks in and I'm a happy girl

Sunday June 10th

10:00 am- wake up with mild contractions

4:00 pm- contractions get worse

7:00- go to the hospital for the second time

(still only dilated to a 2)

8:00- hospital gives me morphine and sends me home again

8:30- go to Krispy Kreme and eat a maple bar

9:00- get home and try to rest

9:30- contractions get worse and I don't rest

10:00- contractions get much worse

10:20- pain is awful and I want to die

10:30- mother in-law comes to help

10:45- I think I actually might die from the pain

11:00- head to the hospital for the third time

11:15- get to the hospital 

11:16- yell for an epidural

11:17- dilated to a 4

11:20- be really dramatic and moan scream

11:30- wait for drugs

11:40- find out i'm dilated to a 9 1/2

11:45- still waiting for drugs

11:50- anesthesiologist gives me a spinal

11:51- pain free and loving the anesthesiologist

12:00- sister Rachel makes it just in time

Monday June 11th

12:15 am- start pushing

12:45- regret eating maple bar

1:15- keep pushing

2:00- get epidural

2:35- baby is born

2:36- happy mom and dad!

 happy after epidural

Brandon getting excited/freaking out

Happy mom finally meeting her girl 

instant Daddy's girl 

 Proud K-Mom

 Proud aunt

Happy Family

anniversary

A few weeks ago 

Brandon and I celebrated our

1 year anniversary!

They say time flies when you're having fun...

well we must have been having a lot of fun because it honestly feels like just yesterday.

I love being married to Brandon.

I love having him as my eternal sidekick.

I love that we get to hangout together everyday for forever.

He is my everything.

To celebrate we (attempted) to recreate the magical day,

except this time I was pregnant...very pregnant.

I actually went into labor that evening, 

so we spent the last few hours of our anniversary at the hospital.

Hey, you have to keep things exciting!

1 year down...eternity to go!

Three

 The same 3 thoughts are constantly running through my mind these days...

1. What should I eat next?

I always want the answer to be burgers or mashed potatoes or shaved ice or chips.

2. What will our baby's name be?

Sorry Mom and Sherron. 

We're (I'm) working on it (trying to convince Brandon to go with my pick).

She'll have a name....eventually.

(I hope)

and 

3. What color will her hair be?

The hair dresser in me can hardly stand this mystery.

I was light, 

Brandon was dark,

and we both have some red heads in our family.

Sometimes I have dreams (nightmares) that she's bald.

That would not be funny!