OK...so I made Bill post the blog yesterday with the pictures. He did pretty well, for being a first time blogger! He said Katelyn was 7 pounds 8 ounces, but she was 7 pounds 9 ounces!
Also, if you noticed, he used the inappropriate form of the word "to, too, two"...Of course, if I were posting the blog, my English would've been proper! Hey...just because I'm in the hospital does not mean that I can't be feisty.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Katelyn Mae Curry
Katelyn Mae Curry was born this morning (12-29-08) at 2:56 am. She weighed 7lb. 8oz. and measured 21" long. She has already picked up the eating thing. She is very very sleepy today. I guess I would be to if I moved into this world in the middle of the night.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
It All Comes Down to This
Well, friends, the arrival of this little bundle of joy is getting closer and closer by the day. I often find myself daydreaming about this little one that God is continuing to put the finishing touches on. But, then I come back to reality and realize the magnitude of things that need to be done before he/she comes.
You see, we've chosen to deliver the baby in Lincoln, using the same doctor that delivered Luke. I am completely comfortable with this decision, and am so excited to have the same great experience giving birth to this one as I did with Luke. However, this does present some problems. We live just over an hour from Lincoln. So, with each "little" snowstorm that comes, I pray, "God, please help me not to go into labor today." This is a little stressful, I must admit. Especially the other evening when it was snowing, thundering and lightening all at the same time, I was thinking, this weather is just quirky enough that it may put me into labor. Fortunately, that never happened.
Bill and I decided that on Tuesday, the 23rd, we'll go to my folks', who live in Lincoln, and just set up camp there until the baby arrives.
This little fact means that we have to have things ready to go and the house in order by Tuesday, because the next time we will come back, we will be bringing baby back with us. Is that not crazy or what??? So, Bill is working on his "honey do" list while I try to keep my feet up to relax.
Poor Bill...do any of you remember the last part of your pregnancy and how irritated you get with people in general? I try to remain calm with Bill because he truly does try his very best, but at times, I'm sure he feels as if he can do nothing right. Anyways, here are some projects that I am having him do (isn't it sad that I have drug this poor man into my obsessive nesting?)
1. Fix the toilet downstairs for overnight guests
2. Take old toys of Luke's from upstairs to the toy room downstairs
3. Go through toys downstairs and "weed out"
4. Get all electronics ready for delivery...cameras, computer, etc.
5. Load the van
6. Get haircuts
7. Clean the house/do laundry
8. Call the post office to stop the mail
9. Call the neighbor to ask him to look after the house
10. Listen to and obey my every word.
I'm sure there's more that I'll add to the list before Tuesday. But, please be praying for our family as this is such an exciting time. Pray that things go smoothly with delivery and all others activities that follow. We will keep all of you informed on the latest news!
You see, we've chosen to deliver the baby in Lincoln, using the same doctor that delivered Luke. I am completely comfortable with this decision, and am so excited to have the same great experience giving birth to this one as I did with Luke. However, this does present some problems. We live just over an hour from Lincoln. So, with each "little" snowstorm that comes, I pray, "God, please help me not to go into labor today." This is a little stressful, I must admit. Especially the other evening when it was snowing, thundering and lightening all at the same time, I was thinking, this weather is just quirky enough that it may put me into labor. Fortunately, that never happened.
Bill and I decided that on Tuesday, the 23rd, we'll go to my folks', who live in Lincoln, and just set up camp there until the baby arrives.
This little fact means that we have to have things ready to go and the house in order by Tuesday, because the next time we will come back, we will be bringing baby back with us. Is that not crazy or what??? So, Bill is working on his "honey do" list while I try to keep my feet up to relax.
Poor Bill...do any of you remember the last part of your pregnancy and how irritated you get with people in general? I try to remain calm with Bill because he truly does try his very best, but at times, I'm sure he feels as if he can do nothing right. Anyways, here are some projects that I am having him do (isn't it sad that I have drug this poor man into my obsessive nesting?)
1. Fix the toilet downstairs for overnight guests
2. Take old toys of Luke's from upstairs to the toy room downstairs
3. Go through toys downstairs and "weed out"
4. Get all electronics ready for delivery...cameras, computer, etc.
5. Load the van
6. Get haircuts
7. Clean the house/do laundry
8. Call the post office to stop the mail
9. Call the neighbor to ask him to look after the house
10. Listen to and obey my every word.
I'm sure there's more that I'll add to the list before Tuesday. But, please be praying for our family as this is such an exciting time. Pray that things go smoothly with delivery and all others activities that follow. We will keep all of you informed on the latest news!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Hi, all! I've been such a bloggy slacker lately. I enjoy reading everyone else's, but there is absolutely no motivation for me to get going on mine. I think it's that "end of the pregnancy" phase that gets me so tired and unmotivated. Anyways...I thought I'd at least post some promised pictures! The first set is from my family's annual Christmas baking day. You'll see the magnitude of the project that is always at hand. And, believe it or not, this year, we scaled way back!
Luke and my cousin, Samantha, decorating like crazy!
A kitchen full of bakers and cookie roller-outers!
The newest member of decorating day, Ezra, taking a snooze.
Even more decorating.
Almost done...
The next series is a gingerbread house that Luke and I made. At first, we tried going off of a pattern, but then we did away with that and made our own creation. Luke was very helpful, but did eat a lot of the candy.
Luke and my cousin, Samantha, decorating like crazy!
A kitchen full of bakers and cookie roller-outers!
The newest member of decorating day, Ezra, taking a snooze.
Even more decorating.
Almost done...The next series is a gingerbread house that Luke and I made. At first, we tried going off of a pattern, but then we did away with that and made our own creation. Luke was very helpful, but did eat a lot of the candy.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I'm up anyways...I might as well blog.
Yes, I am up. My one friend who is adamant that I keep taking it easy is going to absolutely freak out when she hears/sees that I am up at 2:05 a.m. There's a reason, trust me.
We had a fun, but very long weekend. Bill, Luke and I woke up early Saturday morning because I needed to be in Lincoln by 8 a.m. for my family's annual Christmas baking day (pictures are coming). This is a huge ordeal in our family and literally takes us all day.
After a marathon baking day, my family loaded up to go to my brother's Christmas concert at college, although I decided to keep Bill and Luke at home (they thanked me). Fun times were had by all, but boy were we tired. Needless to say, when I got home at 10p.m., Luke was wide awake with remnants of cookie all over his face. Great. He'd be up forever on that sugar high.
Sunday was a fairly peaceful day. We went to our old church back home. It was great to see friends that we don't get to see very often. Friends that we miss terribly. The rest of the day was relaxing, but Luke couldn't let the excitement of being at Papa and Grandma's wear off. He didn't fall asleep after church at all; until about 4:30 that is, when we were doing errands. Lovely. So, of course, that night, he was up until 11:30.
Oh-don't worry. I'm getting to the point here as to why I'm up late. It's coming...
Then, on Monday, my family had its annual Christmas shopping day. My dad took the day off to watch Luke while my Mom, Aunt, cousin and me roamed around town. It was a blast. Very tiring, but a blast. I was happy to get those last minute Christmas gifts all bought. We always have fun on this trip. Then, that evening, I had my Premier jewelry Christmas party. It was a jam-packed day; one that my "motherly friend" would yell at me, again, for being overly active.
Don't worry, in the midst of all of this hullabaloo, I had a doctor's appointment and my pressure was the best it has ever been. Go figure. That's what retail therapy will do for you.
So, we just got back yesterday morning. Luke is exhausted. His nap schedule is messed up. His sleep schedule is messed up. This all leads to why I'm awake at 2:16. After 4 months of Luke being potty trained at day and night, he has had an accident for the past two nights. I am not frustrated with him at all. The poor guy doesn't have a schedule, is probably so exhausted that he is in a very deep sleep, and it doesn't help matters when I broke the rules and let him have a sippy cup of milk at 8:00 last night. So, he woke up at 1:30 with a body and bed full of wetness. Again, lovely. I feel bad for the poor little guy. So, of course, I am wide awake. I tried to lay back down, but then I started getting heartburn. After taking a quick hit (of Zantac) I am now blogging, waiting for it to kick in so that I can lay back down.
Phew! Don't you just love my 2:20 a.m. rambling?
We had a fun, but very long weekend. Bill, Luke and I woke up early Saturday morning because I needed to be in Lincoln by 8 a.m. for my family's annual Christmas baking day (pictures are coming). This is a huge ordeal in our family and literally takes us all day.
After a marathon baking day, my family loaded up to go to my brother's Christmas concert at college, although I decided to keep Bill and Luke at home (they thanked me). Fun times were had by all, but boy were we tired. Needless to say, when I got home at 10p.m., Luke was wide awake with remnants of cookie all over his face. Great. He'd be up forever on that sugar high.
Sunday was a fairly peaceful day. We went to our old church back home. It was great to see friends that we don't get to see very often. Friends that we miss terribly. The rest of the day was relaxing, but Luke couldn't let the excitement of being at Papa and Grandma's wear off. He didn't fall asleep after church at all; until about 4:30 that is, when we were doing errands. Lovely. So, of course, that night, he was up until 11:30.
Oh-don't worry. I'm getting to the point here as to why I'm up late. It's coming...
Then, on Monday, my family had its annual Christmas shopping day. My dad took the day off to watch Luke while my Mom, Aunt, cousin and me roamed around town. It was a blast. Very tiring, but a blast. I was happy to get those last minute Christmas gifts all bought. We always have fun on this trip. Then, that evening, I had my Premier jewelry Christmas party. It was a jam-packed day; one that my "motherly friend" would yell at me, again, for being overly active.
Don't worry, in the midst of all of this hullabaloo, I had a doctor's appointment and my pressure was the best it has ever been. Go figure. That's what retail therapy will do for you.
So, we just got back yesterday morning. Luke is exhausted. His nap schedule is messed up. His sleep schedule is messed up. This all leads to why I'm awake at 2:16. After 4 months of Luke being potty trained at day and night, he has had an accident for the past two nights. I am not frustrated with him at all. The poor guy doesn't have a schedule, is probably so exhausted that he is in a very deep sleep, and it doesn't help matters when I broke the rules and let him have a sippy cup of milk at 8:00 last night. So, he woke up at 1:30 with a body and bed full of wetness. Again, lovely. I feel bad for the poor little guy. So, of course, I am wide awake. I tried to lay back down, but then I started getting heartburn. After taking a quick hit (of Zantac) I am now blogging, waiting for it to kick in so that I can lay back down.
Phew! Don't you just love my 2:20 a.m. rambling?
Thursday, December 4, 2008
All for $1.51
As many of you know, I have been a Premier Designs jeweler for a year and a half now. I love being a "fashion consultant", if that's what you choose to call it (I really don't take too much credit for knowing the ins and outs of fashion). There are so many great things about being a jeweler, but like with all things, there are a few downers too.
So, here it comes. I am about ready to unleash on all of my blog stalkers about how some people can be absolutely NUTS!
The other day, I received an e-mail from a customer who ordered a bracelet and the bracelet came broke and tarnished. This, of course, should not have happened. Premier guarantees their jewelry and gladly exchanges any "lemons" that customers may get. So, I apologized to the customer, who seemed to be upset, and told her that if she sent me the bracelet back (she had to mail it because of the distance between us) that I would exchange it for her. Then, the claws came out. She was upset because she had to mail it back to me. SERIOUSLY!?! Are you kidding me? So, I told her that I would be happy to reimburse her for the shipping charges, and she took me up on it.
When I got the package in the mail, I noted that she paid $1.51 to mail the bracelet back. Do you know how tempted I was to mail her the $1.51 reimbursement in pennies? But, me being my nice self, sent her a check for $1.51 (although I was upset that I was wasting a check for $1.51). Goodness sake.
The moral of the story? Well, there are two morals, actually. Moral #1: Blogging is great for releasing built up anger. Moral #2: If you find yourself fighting over $1.51, stop and ask yourself what in the heck you're doing.
Love you all!
So, here it comes. I am about ready to unleash on all of my blog stalkers about how some people can be absolutely NUTS!
The other day, I received an e-mail from a customer who ordered a bracelet and the bracelet came broke and tarnished. This, of course, should not have happened. Premier guarantees their jewelry and gladly exchanges any "lemons" that customers may get. So, I apologized to the customer, who seemed to be upset, and told her that if she sent me the bracelet back (she had to mail it because of the distance between us) that I would exchange it for her. Then, the claws came out. She was upset because she had to mail it back to me. SERIOUSLY!?! Are you kidding me? So, I told her that I would be happy to reimburse her for the shipping charges, and she took me up on it.
When I got the package in the mail, I noted that she paid $1.51 to mail the bracelet back. Do you know how tempted I was to mail her the $1.51 reimbursement in pennies? But, me being my nice self, sent her a check for $1.51 (although I was upset that I was wasting a check for $1.51). Goodness sake.
The moral of the story? Well, there are two morals, actually. Moral #1: Blogging is great for releasing built up anger. Moral #2: If you find yourself fighting over $1.51, stop and ask yourself what in the heck you're doing.
Love you all!
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