Sunday, February 8

My mom loves to create. As a child I held a bittersweet feelings toward her handmade creations. Secretly, I was in awe that she could sit down at the sewing machine or crochet and in less that an hour have a finished garment in her hand. On the other hand, I dreaded wearing label-less clothes to school and funnily enough thought of them as "common", for lack of a better word (I know, I was a little snot). As an adult though, I have a longing for things handmade. I pressured Grandma Beth into making one more "chicken blanket" nudging her with guilt that my baby just couldn't come into the world without the same blanket we had as children. I cajoled my mom into crocheting dresses and hats, costumes and booties for both my little ones. My mother-in-law even got us a handmade bed set for a wedding gift. Each of these, I cherish. In my mind's eye, handmade is synonymous with quality and genuineness, talent and love, and I want my children to be literally and figuratively wrapped in all these qualities. 

I was only too happy then when my mom volunteered to make Kennedy's baby blessing dress. She made Claire's as well and I wouldn't have had it any other way. The dress was lovely and suited Kennedy and her budding self perfectly. The morning of the blessing as I dressed Kennedy in her handmade gown I couldn't wait to hear her trailormade blessing. And indeed, there was nothing "common" about it. Dave and the men in the circle held my "uncommon" baby and blessed her with the ability to:

remember

lead righteously during stress and trial

build her own character

learn and understand

have a positive attitude in times of tribulation

feel and give hope, happiness and peace

know Jesus Christ

be healthy and strong

help others know the Savior

Simplify

For weeks I have been stressing about getting Miss K's birth announcments out. I updated my address book early in preparation. I surfed websites for announcments that would highlight my wee one best. I enlisted an amazing friend/photographer, Lillie, to take pix of Miss K. I picked my favorite three picture for the card (I just couldn't widdle it down any further). I then narrowed down the birth announcement cards to just three. And then I ran out of steam. Completely out of steam.

For over a week now I have been trying to get up the energy to get the announcements out and the idea of even buying stamps was just too much. I tried to guilt myself into motion. I did birth announcements for C so I have to do them for K, but then I remembered that C's master copy is still in a box, not enshrined in the elaborate first year photo album I envisioned. I then had a bad conscience over the fact that I may have missed alerting someone over the birth of my little peanut, but then reminded myself that I phoned, texted, emailed, blogged or FBed everyone I know about K's birth. I can't think of even one person who may not know about K or may not have seen her already (Oops, I just thought of one, I'll give her a call tomorrow). Then I rationalized that in these strained economic times it just seems excessive to send birth announcements. Finally, I decided I had had enough with my waffling and determined to put my energy into getting my photo wall up instead.

Without further ado, here are the best of my baby and her big sis too. I am truly sad that Miss K won't be gracing your refrigerator, but glad that I don't have to hold back these adorable pix anymore.

Identity Theft?

The other day I got a call from Dave's debit card company stating that they wanted to insure there had not been a case of identity theft as there had been some suspicious purchases with his card. I volunteered to go over his most recent purchases with them to identify any malfeasance. Purchase #1, Winchell's doughnuts. Check, Dave's breakfast. Purchase #2, sundry items at the gas station. Check, Dave's Diet Pepsi and dinner. Purchase #3, evening at the motocross track. Check, Dave's exercise for the day. Nothing too suspicious, just a day in the life of Dave post the end of the Relief Society bringing in meals. I confirmed the purchases and then started to envision the debit card company's idea of the would-be thief with the suspicious purchases.

Something like this.

Instead of this, my uber cute husband.

I think it is time to start taking care of my man again. Any quick and easy recipes you can suggest?

These Days

These days I spend a lot of time with my little ones. It constantly amazes me it is the really simple things they do, not the big milestones, that make me the happiest. To show you what I mean, here are ten vignette's that just made my day of late.

1. I love feeling Miss K's sleep smiles when I hold her cheek to cheek while she is snoozing.

2. I love that Claire's bedtime ritual includes tick-o's (tickles) and that in addition to Dave and I tickling her she likes to order Dave to "tick-o Mommy" and me to "tick-o Daddy".

3. I love that the day after we brought Kennedy home from the hospital that Claire dubbed her "Princess Fiona" from Shrek and then proclaimed herself "Princess Cinderella".

4. I love that Claire has started laughing when she hears adults laugh, even when I know that there is no way she understands or was even listening to the content of the joke.

5. I love that Claire looks forward to the "naked girl run" each night when she dashes around the house chanting "naked gurl, naked gurl", in the buff, right after her bath.

6. I love it that my favorite things about Kennedy are not that she sleeps well (which she does) and eats well (which she does, too). It just makes me feel like a get her a little more than that.

7. I love that Claire calls Santa, "Satan", Kookaburras, "Cookie Birds", birthday cake, "happy cake" (because what can be more happy than cake?) and that her favorite phrase is "moob it", move it from Madagascar 2.

8. I love that Baby K has rolls (plural, baby!) on her legs, arms and has a robust little belly. It makes me feel so proud that I helped her create her little curves. Having never experienced this with Miss Claire who was such a skinny little wee, I am taking great satisfaction in it.

9. I love that the other day when I thought Claire was attempting to steal Baby K's paci from her in the car that she was actually holding hands with her. 

10. Finally, I love that there is this brief interlude post-nap when the girls are perfectly in sync-no one needs a diaper change, no one needs to eat or sleep, no one needs to be entertained and the three Thatcher ladies can just enjoy one another's company.

Natural Woman

One week ago yesterday my mom, who had been staying with us and taking care of us (not big enough words for all that she did for Dave, Claire, Miss Kennedy and me) for three and a half weeks, left to go home. I have survived and even managed to eat well thanks to some amazing women who have brought dinner to us almost every night and some Indian restaurant leftovers that just keep giving and giving. After a week of doing it alone, I have some reflections. First, I miss my mom. It was so nice to have her company and calm assurance around every day. She makes me feel like a "natural woman"--capable, competent, composed, and comfortable being a mom. When she is gone I have to remind myself of it, sometimes even in a "I am capable, competent, composed, and comfortable being a mom" mantra which replaces the "Am I crazy? What the heck am I doing?" mantra that I am prone to mutter to myself.

Second, a good mom is still helpful even when she is not around. I feel that just enough of her good mothering pixie dust rubbed off on me in the past few weeks that somehow I have managed through the last eight days. She left me know in countless little ways that I could do this on my own, from her comforting words of confidence in me, Dave and Claire to pointing out good mothering in me when she saw it. Her confidence in me lingers and wraps me in the hope that I can be better--more compassionate, more giving, more loving.

Third, a good mom teaches lessons that last. When I am at my wit's end, feeling impatient with Claire, or myself, I wonder what my mom would do and without fail I am able to redirect myself to some better path. She has always chosen patience over intolerance, calmness over sass, looks of praise over distance and consistency overs swats. I remember her mothering and it gives me a wonderful textbook to go by. I remember that her mothering made me feel important, precious and one-of-a-kind and I want my daughters to feel the same way. I am so grateful for the peace of mind she gives and has given me. Today, for some reason, I just know that my mothering cup runneth over.

BABY

Those EYES.

That SKIN.

That SMELL.

That SERENITY.

That PEACE.

FAMILY.

Kennedy Eva Thatcher

Ms. Kennedy Eva Thatcher finally arrived on Friday morning at 9:58am weighing a whopping nine pounds three ounces (I know I pushed her out) and measuring a shrimpy 19 and 3/4 inches (compared with big sis who was almost two inches longer). She has black hair and blue eyes and lovely olive skin at least for now. Yes, she has not left my side yet so I know that she is mine and was not accidentally swapped at birth. I just hope her striking coloring sticks.

The Story:

Since Kennedy's due date was past and the ultrasound indicated that she was probably between nine and ten pounds, on top of the fact that I had been dilated to over a six for two weeks, the doctor did not want to wait any longer for her to be born of her own volition. We tried everything, including a brisk four mile walk on Christmas, to get her to come on her own. Ultimately, this girl didn't budge.

On Friday morning the doctor brought me in to break my water. He broke my water at 8am and my mom, Dave and I waited for the contractions to start. The doctor and nurse left the room and the nurse agreed to come back after she had finished her paperwork and the doctor after a couple of hours, unless summoned. Around 8:50am my contractions started in earnest. It was actually really scary. They were so powerful and coming so quickly that it took Dave and me a minute to wrap our minds around the fact that she was coming and coming soon. I couldn't remember even how to breathe period, much less any of the breathing techniques we had practiced. Dave pulled out his iPhone to look up some of the techniques and my mom, who was cool as a cucumber from the start, really helped focus Dave and me. I had decided not to do the epidural again, but honestly, I had doubts about whether I could make it because the contractions were so brutal. I couldn't gauge how bad they were in comparison to the final stages with Claire and had no idea how long I would have to endure. The doctor was at his office and the nurse was gone baby gone and when I started feeling a lot of lower back pressure about 45 minutes later, Dave went and got the nurse to check me.

The nurse came in pretty laxidasically to check me. She checked me and Ms. Kennedy was already starting to crown. She told me not to push and rushed to get the doctor who was there in a few minutes. He arrived and I started pushing. After four pushes my slippery little baby was in my arms. She was perfect from the start. So peaceful, so lovable, so mine.

The hospital, unlike in NY, where they swept Claire away almost instantaneously, left her with me in the room the entire time. They don't even have a nursery, so we were side by side until I left the hospital yesterday afternoon. Since we arrived home she has thrived even more than at the hospital. She came home to a full house of greeters. My grandma, mom, three of my brothers, three nieces, one sister-in-law, four dogs and even and ex-sister in law were all here to welcome her to the world. It was wonderful to have them here for the birth and for Kennedy to get to meet so many people who love her so soon.

The Name:

As some of you may know Dave and I have been debating on a name for months. Since we really nailed it with Claire so we felt a lot of pressure. Nothing really sat right with us and when we arrived at the hospital we still had a "stupor of thought". Our nurse, Kita, who was with us all day turned out to be this really incredible lady and suggested her daughter's name, Kennedy. Despite asking around for months, scouring baby books, facebook friends of friends lists, credit lists from the movies, and yes even our very own phone directories, the name Kennedy never even crossed our minds. We both liked it instantly and put it on our name list but didn't think much more about it than that.

The next day the deliberations continued, under pressure by the hospital staff to complete the birth certificate paperwork before we could be checked out. On a side note, I do not recommend this naming approach to anyone. Dave admitted during our discussions that on the way to the hospital that morning he felt pretty strongly that her name should be Kennedy. I was less convinced but we decided to pray about the name Kennedy and one other name (that I will keep in my heart for the next baby). I felt really clearly immediately after the prayer that her name was indeed Kennedy.

We also love that Kennedy and Thatcher both are names of very influential leaders and think the trait of leadership may just swim in her veins.

Eva was easier. We were introduced to this name a few months ago when our niece Brooklyn was born. Eva is Brooklyn's middle name and Dave's great grandmother's name, Agatha Eva Katharine Reeder. Melissa, Brooklyn's mom, wrote a great tribute to her on her blog and without permission (sorry Melissa, don't ask, repent later has always been my motto) I will share it here:

"Eva was an extraordinary woman, but one virtue in particular that she magnified is the reason we wanted our daughter to carry her name. It is a story of the value of attitude. Grandma Eva raised her family during the depression, when even the sturdiest of supplies was waning. However, Grandpa Lynn (Dave's grandfather) recalled that the only thing that stood as a reminder to him that things were hard was that his overalls had patches on them. Although they were a full house on a less than meager income, their home was full of laughter and light - and in his memory things were never that bad. Grandpa Lynn eventually married a woman who came from a very high social class and a lot of money. Her description of the same years were grey and dismal. She, like the majority of the population who lived through it, described them of some of the hardest times in her life. The lack of what they had determined everyone's outlook - she recalls the years as full of endless struggles.

This lesson is one that I cherish. One mother's attitude was able to alter the whole state of being in her home at a time when the nation as a whole was struggling. I'm sure it was not easy nor comfortable for her - but her outlook on life made it easier for everyone else, and the situation was then supplemented and sustained on the rich things she could offer: family, laughter, love, and God."

Thanks for the inspiration Brent and Melissa, we are so happy that our girls, born in the same year, will always be tied together by the special bond of sharing a name.

Anyway, Kennedy Eva Thatcher, we welcome you to our family and love that you have finally arrived.

As to Ms. Claire and how she is feeling about the event, I think this photo explains it all.