LiFe {unscripted}

With just 7 weeks to go, I decided to take a trip down memory lane...

...an activity that shocked me into reality.

I thought I was really "showing" here.  I now realize I was just a bit bloated.  #Ican'tbelieveIthoughtIwasbigthen

This one, taken last Sunday, tells me that baby girl has grown leaps and bounds. 

I am now in the single digit countdown - seven weeks to go as of last Friday, just have not taken a pic yet.  Well, not one that I will post anywhere publicly...that's for sure. 

Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years have flown by - just like everyone told me they would - and here I am in my last few weeks of this pregnancy.  I'm pretty sure I've said it before (and to anyone who asks lately), but I will say it again.  I feel like I've been pregnant FOREVER, but now it seems like time is speeding up like super fast.  As much as I cannot wait to meet our baby girl, I know there are a million things we need to do before her arrival. 

First thing on the to-do list: Grasp the thought of being in charge of a human being in less than 7 weeks. 

Easy, right?!

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an update

Time is passing so fast and yet SO slow at the same time these days. 

I'm ready to meet this little girl in my belly, and yet, I'm sort of feeling the need for more time as a family of three.  More time to prepare for her.  More time to enjoy lazy day naps.  More time for he and I to just be us.  It seems selfish but I know I can't be the only expectant mom to ever feel this way, right?!

As for preparing for her - we are well into her nursery.  We were gifted a crib from a very special person  - and it is absolutely lovely.  Adam immediately started putting it together the very night we brought it home. 

I was no help at all, but luckily, he didn't mind.

Two weekends later he started her changing table.  I feel so very blessed to have a husband who is a talented wood-worker and craftsman.  I mean truly, so blessed. 

I chose a picture from a magazine, and he figured out the specs and got to work.  We decided to go with oak so it would match the beautiful crib. 

And last weekend, the changing table was stained and ready for the final clear coat. 

The proud papa.

I hope that baby-girl realizes how much love her papa put into making this for her.  And I also hope that she will one day appreciate the long line of craftsman that she comes from - Adam's grandfather and dad are both master wood-workers and craftsman. 

Meanwhile, during the month of November, I finished butter bean's "girlie" chevron quilt.   I am glad that one got marked off the list!  I must say that the third time using this pattern was MUCH easier than the first and second time (smile).  Practice makes perfect enough for me. 

This is definitely NOT the best pic - but it's what I had on my iphone.  Of which, has become my go to camera (laugh).  Her nursery has white walls, and will have lots of pops of color when finished.  The white walls make my former scrapbook room look WAY bigger.  Er, maybe it's the fact that all my scrapbook stuff is now relocated in the spare bedroom.  Yup, that's probably why. 

This sweet boy is just as perfect as ever.  He snuggles with me when pregnancy hormones get the best of me.  He hops and wags his tail when he sees me every afternoon.  And he is being such a good boy when it comes to the Christmas tree.  So far at least - there aren't any presents to tear into underneath it just yet. 

And my favorite reason to get out of bed early has still be these tasty treats breakfast items.  Adam finally decided on his last trip to the grocery store to just go ahead and buy the FAMILY size box, as one box per week was just not cutting it. 

I go for my glucose test tomorrow. Hopefully exercise has helped keep that sugary syrup (Mrs. Butterworths, to be exact) from effecting my glucose levels too much. 

I'll keep you updated.

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At 25 Weeks

...this girl is feeling quite pregnant. 

Technically, this photo was taken at 24 weeks and 1 day, but another hasn't been taken yet.

She realized this morning while reading her Bump book that she is technically 6 months (well, in her six month).  Duh, I know, but saying 25 weeks seems not-that-far-along - while saying 6 months makes it seem further...better.

Truly appreciates all of the warm, kind, and sweet comments left by friends and family on her blog, Instagram pics, and Facebook posts. 

Loves Eggo waffles and has traded her bowl of morning cereal for 2 waffles.  One with butter and syrup, the other with butter and grape jam.  Just typing this makes her mouth water. 

Filmed her Body Combat assessment video last Saturday.  Not necessarily the best circumstances for watching yourself teach a fitness class, but this girl is proud and happy to send that baby in, be graded, and get on with things. 

Finally was able to see baby girl's profile picture during the sonogram on Halloween day.  It made it OH SO MUCH more real for some reason.  Like seeing her face - dude, there's a baby growing in there!!!  A real person.  It's so surprising to me how often I have those, "oh my God! For real?!?!" moments. 

Also, this baby girl knows how to put on a show - since her sonogram was on Halloween, she thinks baby girl decided to give a cool Halloween picture...check out those long bony fingers (smile!).  Very Halloween-ish, she thought.

Went to Austin on Saturday afternoon to pick up baby girl's crib.  A beautiful oak bed.  Photos to come soon of Adam putting it together Saturday night - he couldn't wait!

Started (and nearly finished) baby girl's 2nd quilt.  She thought baby girl needed a chevron quilt with more pinks and reds. 

Loves that Henry likes to lay on the quilt while she works on it. She believes he's putting his scent on it so that baby girl will know who he is by his scent. 

Is starting to feel the shortness of breath when she moves around after a good meal.  But luckily, the heartburn has subsided (knocking on wood right now).

Can feel butter-bean doing somersaults in there - and loves the feeling. Awesomely, so very awesomely, loves watching her belly jump when butter-bean is kicking in there. 

At 24 weeks and 6 days, was overjoyed when Adam actually could feel butter-bean kick.  Watching his face with surprise and joy was priceless and so touching.  Pretty sure that moment was on the top ten list. 

Truly enjoys the warm smiles from strangers and even welcomes those who reach out and to touch her belly...however, her students who ask if they can "poke" her belly?!  Um, nope.  She would like to high five their face with her fist.  But she calmly just walks away with no comment and a twitching eye. 

At 24 weeks and 6 days, she ran five miles at her usual pace.  With a quick bathroom break at mile three, of course.  She plans on trying 6 this afternoon - running gives her peace in her head, with her body (ever growing body), and spirit.

Is counting the days till Thanksgiving.  This is not out of the norm at this point in the school year - but this year, she is excitedly looking forward to the feast that is Thanksgiving.  Just the thought of all the yummy food makes her giddy because she knows she will be wearing maternity pants and loving every bite - ala, Joey on Friends.

Jealous?!  (wink, wink!)

Goes to sleep listening to Henry sweetly snore, feeling butter-bean kick and flip, and praying for her family, friends, and of course, for the little life growing inside. 

At 25 weeks, this girl is quite happy and blessed beyond measure.  Friends and family love this mama, papa, brother, and butter-bean so much already and that makes her heart smile. 

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Confidence

I have not been the best blogger lately.  The nights come and go before I realize it's past 11:00 PM, and seriously this mama-to-be is loving sleep too much lately (smile). 

Lately, I have gotten back into drawing again, and it's such a great feeling.  I decided to make a little sketch book out of watercolor paper and thread one day, and I've been drawing + water-coloring in it at least twice a week.  Something about having a little 6X6 sketchbook to carry in around in my purse that inspires me.  I just draw what inspires me that day.  A layout in a magazine, a funny thought from a t.v. show, or a quote that resonates with me.

Today, I found a great quote and wanted to illustrate it BLT style. 

This quote speaks to me on so many levels lately.  At work with my students, at home when I think of the fact that I'm going to be a mama in less than 5 months and sometimes still think "what am I doing?!", when I am on stage teaching Body Combat with a baby bump, and just in everyday life. 

My mom always taught my sister and I to "Fake it till you make it...Even if you don't feel like you know what you are doing (or supposed to be doing), fake it.  And before you know it, you will find purpose and meaning in that situation, and soon, you will feel confident." 

Her words ring so true to me.  It may not always be easy, but I'd rather be confident (and sometimes faking confidence) than constantly insecure and afraid. 

And with that, baby girl is kicking me from the inside...I can finally feel her moving around in there and it's THE coolest feeling!

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Tuesday Truths

Truths about me these days - in no particular order...order??? These days, I'm like, "what's that?!"

My boobs are way too big.  I've never been a girl who wished for big boobs.  I wore sports bras the entire year I went through puberty in hopes that they would stop growing.  I'd rather have A's, but this month they feel more like double D's and this girl is less than ecstatic.  I have completely embraced the maternity clothing from Target with both arms, boobs, and a stretchy waist band to boot!

As of last Friday, I am at the halfway point of pregnancy.   I'd like to say time is flying by, but eh, it feels like it's taking forever and a day.  I guess being excited about meeting our little one has me like a kid waiting for Christmas to get here.

I am truly touched and thankful for your kind and caring responses about my "I worry..." post.  I'm pretty sure Henry knows there's a baby in my tummy. He has moved from sitting on my tummy to sitting on my thighs when he wants his back scratched (smile). 

After finding out that she is a girl, I bought the first pink article of clothing for her.  A pink and white polka dotted robe.  My sister immediately commented how "fitting" it is that I bought her a robe as Adam and I are self proclaimed homebodies, and she just knows our little one will be too!  I can already picture her playing on the floor in her pink polka dotted robe - looking as comfy and cute as ever. 

Getting up to go potty twice a night is to be expected, right?!...Getting to the toilet and falling back asleep is not.  Especially when you walk straight into the tub on your way back to bed.  Sleep-walking has never been a problem for me, I suspect this has to do with the pregnancy.  Let's hope. 

Adam's first full verbalized thought after we found out it was a girl: "This means we will have to pay for a wedding."  (smile)  I know he is going to be the best daddy to a little girl.  She will have him wrapped around her finger and paying for the best wedding money can buy. 

Wouldn't you know that pregnancy heartburn is only onset by my favorite food.  Pizza.  It started a couple weeks ago, and is not fun at all.  Pizza once a week is my thing. My guilt-free indulgence. Ugh, guess it won't be for the next 4.5 months.

I'm still running my four miles a day and doing Body Combat, but I must admit that it feels different now when I run.  It doesn't hurt, it just feels like I have a melon attached to the front of my body making me front heavy.  A melon plus two very large grapefruits on top ='s super front heavy. 

Pregnancy brain is in full gear.  I tried putting the milk back in the cupboard yesterday.  And I'm officially no stranger to walking into rooms and then completely forgetting why I went in the first place. 

Maternity jeans itch.  The elastic part that goes over my belly drove me cray-cray last Friday.  I'm still saying that i love them though, for the shear fact that they fit - unlike my old jeans.

Adam and I are having fun and entertaining conversations with family and friends over what her name will be.  We have narrowed down a list and are still open to other options if anyone has any, but we are pretty sure we will take our list with us to the hospital and choose one for her after we meet her. 

I'd love to say that "nesting" is in full gear, but dusting the blinds is seriously the very last thing I want to do right now.  I'm thinking we may have to hire that out. 

Oh, and hormones officially have my nose stuffy.  Yay.  I feel super glamorous blowing my nose every few minutes.  Add allergies, and I am miserable and longing for the days when I can take Alieve Cold and Sinus medication again - my go-to choice of meds when not pregnant. 

On the bright side, at least I'm not to the point that I pee myself when I blow my nose - so that's a major plus.  For now anyway...  spoke too soon on this one.

I miss alcohol.  More than I miss my old jeans.  It's not like I was a drink a day kind of girl, but seriously a beer or glass of wine sounds so wonderful some evenings. 

I have not felt butter bean move around.  I think I might have, but like the doctor says, it could be gas...I'm looking forward to when I can really feel this butter bean giving me jabs and kicks - she did go through Body Combat training with me, after all, so I want her to show me what she learned (wink, wink!).

I am so not shy about using this line: "But babe, growing a human being is hard work!" Especially - but not limited to - when it comes to who has to get up and turn the lights out before bed. 

Truth:  Being pregnant is not like they depict on t.v.  Not.At.All.  It's seriously the coolest concept but with the weirdest side effects ever.  The outcome wonderful and worth it, I know, but it doesn't make the side effects less weird.  I may be sitting out the next few years before we I decide to do it again, yes, but I would not trade this experience (acne and all) for the world. 

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Lord, help our bank account...

 

It's a girl!!!
My mind is still wrapping itself around the idea of a daughter. Me...with a daughter.
My mind immediately wonders off to visions of Lifetime movies and Dance Moms...gah...
...and shopping, pink birthday parties, little red dresses with small print flowers and a little girl with her daddy's curls.

She's already got her daddy singing "Sweet Pea, apple of my eye..." and talking to Henry about his baby sister.

A baby girl.
And we could not feel more blessed and excited.

Thanks to Aunt Rachel and Uncle Lee for the pink cupcakes in celebration of her.  Baby girl loved every bit of that gob of pink icing!

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on Body Combat....

One week ago today, Adam and I woke up sore and achy all over.  But, believe it or not, we were ecstatic about it. It was well worth the aches and pains and extra few minutes it took to get out of bed. 

Last weekend, we endured sixteen hours of training to become certified in Les Mills Body Combat.  You might remember, I was once a certified instructor of Body Combat.  But I stopped teaching in August of 2011.  And then earlier this month,  I found out that I had to go back to training to earn my certification back in order to start instructing classes again...

gah.  What?!  At four months pregnant.  I wondered if it was worth it.  Should I/could I possibly make it though the physical demands of training for my certification?  Could the timing be any worse?! I immediately questioned my physical fitness...

But before I could over think it too much, I signed myself up.  I got home that afternoon and told Adam the news and jokingly asked him if he wanted to go too, and he said, "sure, why not?!"  So we signed him up.  I knew with him by my side, I would be fine and would make it through the exhausting hours at four months pregnant. 

The weekend was exhausting.  Both mentally and physically draining.  We practiced, and practiced some more.  We were joined by a group of awesome women who all loved the class and had their own reasons for going to training and a kick-butt trainer named Lisa.  We made friends with this group of people.  A group of people that we might not have gotten to know if it were not for this training - if not for our mutual love for Body Combat.  We cheered each other on, encouraged, supported, and eventually all made it to Sunday at 4:30 - together. 

Adam and I both made it out with a Pass - which is the ultimate goal of the weekend, but we came home on Sunday with SO MUCH MORE than just a pass.

We came home with enthusiasm for being Body Combat instructors.  We came home closer.  It is something so cool and a bit indescribable to go through something so physically and mentally demanding with your spouse.  I believe it brought us closer together.  It may not be how we will always choose to spend our "weekend get-a-ways" with each other, but I am so glad we spent this one this way. 

Most of all, we came home with a renewed love for this fitness class, called Body Combat.  We've always loved this class, but going through the training (even at four months pregnant!) was a wonderful refresher and reminder of why we love it.  The discipline.  The technique.  The overall bottom line of wanting a healthier, fitter planet.  Wanting to be physically fit and enjoy life at the same time.  We don't want to be fitness rock-stars, we just love the way this class makes us look and feel, and ultimately we want to share it with others. It's like having a favorite song, and wanting the people you know to hear it and love it too.

And that's what it was all about. My anxieties and fears of being physically fit enough for this turned out to be just that: fear.  And when it came down to it, I looked that fear in the eyes, and believed that I am strong.  My baby is and will be strong. And he or she will know that having goals and facing fears are important - something I am embracing and getting to know so much more these days. 

The first day we walked into training, I glanced over my shoulder and saw this baby t-shirt in the gym lobby, and I took it as a sign. 

I breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed Adam's hand and knew...everything was going to be just fine.

And it was and will be. 

If you have never tried a Body Combat class, I encourage you do to so - you can look for one in your area here. If you live in my area, I would like to invite you to join Adam, my sister, and I for a gym launch of Les Mills Body Combat 53 (and other fitness classes like, Les Mills Body Pump, Ripped, Zumba and Yoga/Pilates) at Brownwood Fitness Center on October 1st and 2nd.  If you are interested, email or Facebook message me, and I will hook you up with more details and a free pass for you and a friend!  

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31 and two days old

This post could also be titled: 31 - The Pregnant Birthday.

1. She turned 31 on Sunday.  And is realizing that being 31 now qualifies her for being “in her thirties.”  Gah, it doesn’t seem real.   She feels 25 - at most.



2. She is married to the very best husband for her, who is the papa to Henry, and she already knows will be THE most awesome Papa to their child in about 4.5 months.  He gave her the iPad 3 first thing yesterday morning, and completely surprised her...see, very best for her (smile).
   photo was taken on her birthday after church
   
3. Is 15 weeks a few days pregnant at 31 years old.  A few years ago if someone had told her that would be the timing, she might not have believed them.  Today, she would not change it for the world.  31 seems like the perfect age to become a mama to her. 

4. Will celebrate five six years of marriage in a month & a few days.
5. Henry still makes her smile and laugh and soft hearted just at the thought of him.  He can literally make her entire day better with just a kiss and wag of his tail.  Puppy love is so contagious, and she is constantly surprised at how much she loves him.  He is her first born.  

6. Moved school districts and added 6th grade art to her day.  She teaches high school students in the morning, and 6th grade middle school art in the afternoons.  Secretly she was terrified of her 6th graders until the second day.  Now, she looks forward to their classes each day and loves it.  It turns out 6th graders are really so much fun!
7. Finally decided to put herself (and her artwork) out there this past summer.  After nearly 2 years of wishing and dreaming of opening an Etsy store to sell her artwork, she finally did it.  And is SO glad she did.  It may just be an Etsy store selling artwork, but to her it was opening her heart, soul, and not-so-thick-skin to the public - and for her, that was huge. 
8. She took 3,148 photos with her iPhone in one year.  And that’s not counting the one’s she deleted.  That’s a ton of memories. 
9. Is still a spaghetti lover, but has added more home cooked meals to her plate...especially in the past few months (cough, cough, pregnant months), cooking and baking have become her choice of activity.
10. She is a runner.  Has been for more than 11 years of her life.  And at 4 months pregnant, is still running.  Her pace has not slowed (thankfully), and in those first couple of months running in the afternoon was her only way of getting an ounce of energy to do anything but lay on the bed.  Exercise =’s Energy in her book, and she hopes to be able to continue throughout her pregnancy and beyond.  
11. Currently sleeps with 2 bottles of water at her bedside.  She wakes up several times during the night with a horrible taste in her mouth (thanks to the prenatal vitamins), and ends up drinking lots of water to go back to sleep.
12. Has been applying this belly butter and this oil to her belly since she found out she was pregnant.  Her husband lovingly refers to it as “the cooking oil” she puts on her stomach.   It literally is like cooking oil, but she is crossing her fingers it will do the trick and maybe just maybe prevent stretch marks. 
13. Eczema on the backs of her legs in the summer months?  Check - though, this summer, it was better than most.  This summer she was more worried about the acne on her chest thanks to hormones.  Ick. 
14. Speaking of, she decided that women should be warned that when they go off birth control they should expect oily skin and hair, which leads to bacne (back acne), chacne (chest acne), AND because that’s not enough, shacne (shoulder acne).  Seriously a cautious warning would have been nice, folks.  For the first few months, her skin was in crisis.  Now thanks to her friend, Proactive, and her beloved “Justin Beiber bar,” (called that because he did the commercials for it) things have improved.  Thank the good Lord. 
15. Has learned to value sleep.  Everyone keeps saying that she “better sleep now!” and she believes them with all her heart. 
16. ...But the shorter drive to work has helped with getting at least 6.5 hours at night lately.  
17. Is continuing to see the importance of true relationships in her life.  She made the realization over the past year that people come and go.  For reasons that have nothing to do with her, and sometimes have everything to do with her.  It’s not really up to her to decide - it’s part of His plan.  To her, friendships (real, true, honest, friendships): will stand the test of time and distance; are give and take of honesty, sharing and kindness; and need  a balance of all of these.  
18. Family ='s Unconditional Love.  These are the folks that accept her despite her flaws and love her so much for allowing those flaws to be seen in front of them, and celebrate her attributes and accomplishments just the same. 
19. Is pregnant and yet still has to remind herself sometimes (you know, when she’s NOT looking in the mirror).  It’s a cool and yet such weird concept for her brain to wrap around.  the first pic of the bump at 15 weeks
20. She still loves music but lately less than thrilled by the music played on the supposed “Hits” stations, and finds herself listening to 80‘s on 8, 90’s on 9, the Pulse, or the Blend on Sirius much more often than not.  She suspects this might be a sure sign that she’s moved into her thirties.  Billy Joel singing Uptown Girl will make her day bright and happy.  Justin Bieber singing about being her Boyfriend, will not. 
21. Has gotten past being timid about giving homemade gifts, but unfortunately has noticed that she has less time to actually create such gifts.   
22. Currently drinks about three Virgin Mary’s a night - a non alcoholic Spicy V8 juice + lime juice + lemon salt concoction that she craves and LOVES lately. 
23. Has finally learned to really listen to the sermon in church and loves going to hear the messages each Sunday.  As a kid she always wondered how the grown ups didn’t fall asleep or need a pencil to draw with...they just listened.  She gets it now.
24. Made a goal for herself in January to blog every day of the work week.  She followed through and did superbly until summer came along.  So goal accomplished in her book. 
25. Creates lists and is guilty of putting things on her lists that she’s recently done so that she can mark them off. 
26. Put out her fall decorations around the house last Saturday, but will not buy pumpkins or mums on the front porch until the temperatures are lower and it officially changes seasons. 
27. Eats a bowl of cereal for breakfast every morning since learning about her pregnancy.  And honestly, not your healthy variety, but the good kind: Frosted Flakes, Fruity Pebbles, Cinnamon Toast Crunch to name a few.  She balances out the meal by also eating a Greek Yogurt or a hard boiled egg.  She will not miss out on this nine month window of opportunity to eat good cereal guilty free!
28. About a week after finding out she was pregnant, sketched out a plan for the nursery and began moving her scrapbook room into the spare bedroom.  Sacrifices folks. She’s learning the meaning of sacrifices.  (She’s half kidding, half not.)
    
29. Believe it or not, she baked banana bread Saturday afternoon using her grandmas recipe just like last year (see no. 28).  Completely a coincidence, but she hopes its a good sign that her thirty-first year will be as great as her thirtieth. 
30. Has been amazed at the awesome ways God has worked in her life this year.  A change of job, baby on the way, a date that she could not miss a sign up for, and made it just in time...God is at work in her life and things are falling in and out of place to teach her lessons of patience, will power, endurance, and most of all that everything happens in His time. 
31. Is humbled and reminded on a daily basis that she is an imperfect work of art by His creation.  She hopes as her thirty-first year unfolds, this never leaves her thoughts.  With a change of employment, motherhood on the horizon, and just life’s daily roller coaster ride, she will need this thought more than ever, and she knows it with all her heart. 

And since I'm a couple days late in posting this, I thought I would share my uttemost important (lol) thoughts during the first two days of being thirty-one.

31 and 1 Day old thought:
I sure am thankful for loose fitting clothing.

31 and 2 Days old thought: gummy worms make the perfect treat in the afternoon...turns out my drawer in my new classrooms resmembles my old snack drawer in my last classroom.  Gummy worms, frosted animal crackers, Now & Laters, Mamba’s and Ritz Chips.  Dude, this girll might have a problem...nah!!!

Oh the adventures that are a head of me!  In Kelly Clarkson's words, "I'm ready now!"

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long weekends

This labor day weekend was spent perfectly. 

Poolside with friends and a feast of brisket and ribs for dinner on Saturday.  Followed by a Bean bag tournament win!  Go Team Prego - the only one not drinking, I bet early on that my team just might come out on top (smile).

And family time on Sunday.  I just love my family.  Everyone being around my grandparents kitchen table sharing funny stories, catching up, times when everyone is talking at once and my grandparents sitting back and enjoying the fact that all of their kids + most of their grand kids were there.  I would not trade my family or those moments for a million bucks.  Not ever.

I left that evening and the song "Stop this Train" by John Mayer popped in my head.   I just had to listen to it.  The lyrics at the end,

"See once in a while when it's good
It'll feel like it should
And they're all still around
And you're still safe and sound
And you don't miss a thing
'til you cry when you're driving away in the dark."

That's my family.  That's those moments that I will forever cherish. 

I may be fifteen weeks pregnant and super hormonal/emotional, but that kind love for my family will always be in my heart (sniff, sniff).

And then I got home to this sweet boy who, btw, had his very first beef rib bone and LOVED it so much he ate it in less than 20 minutes. 

I just could not help but smile and bust out of my emotional mood.  I mean look at that face and his happy content smile.  A little dusty and dirty around the edges from playing in my grandparents back yard, but still so very cute to this proud mama.  My little Happy Henry-Camper. 

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chevron quilt for the butterbean

Before school started back I was determined to get 2 things done for our butterbean: curtains for the nursery, and a chevron quilt.  With just two weeks left of summer vacation, started another chevron quilt and did not like it.  I put it aside and decided to give it another go.  And I am so glad I did.

Since it was too early to choose gender specific fabric, I went with these brights that are all pretty neutral brights (does that make sense?!).  We want the nursery to have lots of bright colors to offset the white walls.  Very different for me (I usually love color on the walls), but for some reason I love the look of white walls with bright colors for butterbean's nursery.

This baby bed was a hand-me-down from my grandparents that I will cherish and love so much because it has so much history. We will keep this bed in our bedroom and other rooms of the house, I'm sure (since it's on wheels!). 

 

The back of the quilt is pretty simple.  Just two blocks of pattern, but I love that you can see the chevron quilting because of the stitching.

An added bonus: I was able to get some burp towels sewn with the left over fabric scraps from the quilt before I went back to school.  I know four will not be enough to even get us through a week, but it's a start, right?! 

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