I am trying to decide if I want a boy or a girl, and in my indecisiveness, I have decided I can't decide. There are so many amazing things to look forward to if we have a boy or a girl.
If we have a girl, I want to wrap her little curls around my finger in the morning, and when her hair is long enough, I will French braid it and understand that it does hurt to brush her hair. So we will use "No More Tears" for shampoo so it will tangle less. She will wear ruffle butt diapers just like I did and wear clothes with fruit on them. She will cuddle with her daddy at night and bake with her Aunt Teldi.
If we have a boy, he will have the bluest eyes and blondest hair, just like his dad. He will hold my hand because I am the most special person in his life, and he will tell me jokes that he makes up just to make me smile. He will learn how to fix a car and throw a baseball with his dad. He will want to build things and play with Lou Dog, as long as she will let him. He will never want to wear shoes, and scrape up his knees because he plays so hard. His Uncle Jake will show him all the awesome cartoons and read him books, and Uncle Bo will teach him to be extra tough!
I don't have any real expectations of my child. I haven't created any goals for him or her. I just want the bebe to be happy, feel the love that Pat and I offer, and see the world how Pat and I saw it as children. A playground. I know the bebe will surprise me everyday and my heart will fill with joy every time he/she discovers something new.
So, to my baby boy, or baby girl, I can't wait to meet you and be part of the happiness you are going to give to your family.
5 more days until we know.
A couple in love with a new baby navigating through the unknown, hand-in-hand.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
What's in a name?
It's no surprise that we have a name that demands a little attention. Before meeting my sweet, I had never heard the last name Haire. People always try to make it different than it really is. For example, when we began our friendship with the Kims, TK decided to pronounce it "as the French would" Hair-Ay. The check out boy at the grocery says "Hire." Nope. It is what it is, and we are proud of it - Haire.
As soon as we announced we were pregnant, people wanted to know the names we are planning on, and they made sure to tell us that we need to be careful because kids will tease him/her if we give the beeb an outrageous name. As if we haven't already thought about that. Any parent needs to think about that really. Well, sorry kid. It is going to be rough at one point or another. But, hopefully, you will be tough like your father and never let it phase you.
In fact, Pat cannot remember a time when kids were mean to him about his name. He was always too nice a guy for people to treat him badly. People do come up with some "playful" nicknames though. My sister calls Pat "Pit Haire," for example. But that surely isn't the worst of it.
Proud as we may be, now comes the hard part. What to name the wee one?
If the beeb is a boy, we can't name him after our maternal grandfathers.
With our last name comes a sense of humor, thick skin, and a very strong family. I hope our unborn baby is growing strong physically, and when the beeb joins us in the world, we will teach the art of humor and love to ensure he/she feels the pride that we do to be a Haire.
Only 15 more days until we know if we will be naming a boy or naming a girl!
As soon as we announced we were pregnant, people wanted to know the names we are planning on, and they made sure to tell us that we need to be careful because kids will tease him/her if we give the beeb an outrageous name. As if we haven't already thought about that. Any parent needs to think about that really. Well, sorry kid. It is going to be rough at one point or another. But, hopefully, you will be tough like your father and never let it phase you.
In fact, Pat cannot remember a time when kids were mean to him about his name. He was always too nice a guy for people to treat him badly. People do come up with some "playful" nicknames though. My sister calls Pat "Pit Haire," for example. But that surely isn't the worst of it.
Proud as we may be, now comes the hard part. What to name the wee one?
If the beeb is a boy, we can't name him after our maternal grandfathers.
Peter or Richard
Do you see the dilemma?With our last name comes a sense of humor, thick skin, and a very strong family. I hope our unborn baby is growing strong physically, and when the beeb joins us in the world, we will teach the art of humor and love to ensure he/she feels the pride that we do to be a Haire.
Only 15 more days until we know if we will be naming a boy or naming a girl!
Thursday, August 2, 2012
We're Pregnant
We found out the news that we are pregnant a few months ago. But, we were holding in the news until we were safely past the 12 week mark... today we are 16.5 weeks pregnant! And it is a mere 19 days until we find out if we are having a boy or a girl beeb... The reason I haven't blogged about it isn't because I have been praying to the porcelain gods due to morning sickness, and it isn't because I am sleeping all the time (although I have been doing plenty of that). It's because I was waiting to do a preggo photo shoot with my very good friend Bri and use the stellar photos to announce the pregnancy. But, comic-con got in the way, then there was a sinus infection, visitors, and the need to do a puzzle in my undies (don't ask). So, I have decided to go ahead and blog about it. Officially.If you follow me on Twitter or IG, you probably already know, but stay tuned for some shameless cellphone photos.
Normally I don't like looking at other people's ultrasound pictures. They freak me out mostly. But this isn't other people's ultrasound pictures, this is MY ultrasound picture, and quite frankly, I think it is adorable. This is our ultrasound at 12 weeks. Still a little bean but we could see some definition! It actually looks like a baby! (In the first ultrasound, the beeb looked like an astronaut! You could still see the yolk sack, which acted as an astronaut helmet.) Pat was able to come with me to the 2nd and it was amazing watching him. He picked out the heartbeat before the Ultrasound tech could get a word in. He stood at the end of the bed and held onto my foot, squeezing it with excitement occasionally.
My belly is popping out finally, but still mostly looks like a drink too much wine (which, to be clear, has ceased completely).
July 12th was the first day I wore maternity clothes officially, the day before my birthday! The dress is from Old Navy and I wish they had it in every color so I could wear one every day! It is the most comfortable piece of clothing I have right now. It goes to my ankles, which I think will come in handy when I am no longer able to shave my legs because of protruding belly. Who am I kidding? I never shave my legs anyway. Maxi dresses to the rescue!
Today: I am looking super pregnant, but, I am not going to lie... that could be a little bit of pizza bloat. But, I am getting bigger and bigger every day. These are the only pants that I can still fit into. And on another note, it is VERY difficult to take self-baby bump pictures. Mad props to Melissa who makes it looks so effortless!
I asked Pat to take my photo today too. I wanted to have my top knot in the picture because it is totally rockin'. Second day curly hair, if prepared right, is the best way to do a top knot.
Still garbage! Look at my posture... I will get better about this! And hopefully, when Bri and I are able to do our photo shoot, and hopefully video (check out this dope piece of work), I will have the poses down and have the posture of a lady!
Normally I don't like looking at other people's ultrasound pictures. They freak me out mostly. But this isn't other people's ultrasound pictures, this is MY ultrasound picture, and quite frankly, I think it is adorable. This is our ultrasound at 12 weeks. Still a little bean but we could see some definition! It actually looks like a baby! (In the first ultrasound, the beeb looked like an astronaut! You could still see the yolk sack, which acted as an astronaut helmet.) Pat was able to come with me to the 2nd and it was amazing watching him. He picked out the heartbeat before the Ultrasound tech could get a word in. He stood at the end of the bed and held onto my foot, squeezing it with excitement occasionally.
My belly is popping out finally, but still mostly looks like a drink too much wine (which, to be clear, has ceased completely).
July 12th was the first day I wore maternity clothes officially, the day before my birthday! The dress is from Old Navy and I wish they had it in every color so I could wear one every day! It is the most comfortable piece of clothing I have right now. It goes to my ankles, which I think will come in handy when I am no longer able to shave my legs because of protruding belly. Who am I kidding? I never shave my legs anyway. Maxi dresses to the rescue!
Today: I am looking super pregnant, but, I am not going to lie... that could be a little bit of pizza bloat. But, I am getting bigger and bigger every day. These are the only pants that I can still fit into. And on another note, it is VERY difficult to take self-baby bump pictures. Mad props to Melissa who makes it looks so effortless!
I asked Pat to take my photo today too. I wanted to have my top knot in the picture because it is totally rockin'. Second day curly hair, if prepared right, is the best way to do a top knot.
Still garbage! Look at my posture... I will get better about this! And hopefully, when Bri and I are able to do our photo shoot, and hopefully video (check out this dope piece of work), I will have the poses down and have the posture of a lady!
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Smile Darn Ya Smile!
“Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.” ― Janet Lane
This idea goes hand in hand with being able to change our moods because we are absolutely in control of our thoughts, feelings and in turn, our mood. When I was in high school I came into my drama class pissed off at the world and another student said, "If you are aware of the situation, change it." I don't know where he heard that from, or if it was an original thought, but it is always something that has stuck with me. Now, whether or not I can quickly change my mood is another thing. But, because he said this, I take ownership of my mood, good or bad.
I also believe moods are like chalk on chalkboard, they easily can rub off on others. Your tears can easily become another's tears, laughter is contagious and smiles rub off on others too.
Because of this, I have been trying to be aware of my mood, or at least my expression, and how it rubs off on others. A smile goes a long way! If I am feeling absolutely down in the dumps I am careful not to put that on the outside. People are dealing with their own lives. I don't know what news they woke up with. But! If I can send out a smile their way, and that person smiles back, maybe I made a difference for a moment of someone's rough day.
So, perhaps you should test this out too. Give a stranger a smile and maybe you will brighten their day!
Friday, May 18, 2012
Top Ten Things I Love: About Lou Lou
For my second installation of my Top Ten Things I have chosen to write about my puppy, who is not a puppy at all.
TOP TEN THINGS I LOVE ABOUT LOU LOU
- She is the sweetest, calmest dog I have ever come across. (Ask anyone, they will agree).
- She gets little bouts of energy and attacks her toys, but she never pulls the stuffing out of them.
- She hates swimming in the pool but loves swimming in lakes and rivers.
- She prefers to sleep on our bed rather than hers, careless of the lack of leg room she leaves me.
- She cries with joy when we get home, regardless of the amount of time we have been away.
- She doesn't want you to help her play with her toys, she just prances and showing them off.
- She is terrified of the cat 99.9% of the time, but if she is feeling extra playful she might dart at her for a second before she realizes what she is doing.
- She knows when something is wrong and she is always willing to cuddle.
- She hates going for walks and sits down 20 yards from the house... this is really embarrassing at the moment, but adorable at the same time.
- She will do anything for a treat.
Do you have a special relationship with your pet and know all their quirks?
Grand Re-Opening: Fuchsia
This past Christmas, the company I work for helped a group called The Sunshine Angels provide Christmas Gifts to 2 Group Homes. These homes house about 10 foster children each. All these kids have been rescued by CPS from abuse and/or neglect. Since then our Company has continued to support the Sunshine Angels' cause; to help these kids understand that they are loved and cared about unconditionally!
The Sunshine Angels have started "The Angel's Closet" that holds gently used donated clothing. A lot of the children that come to these homes come without any belongings, and that can include shoes, or a normal every day outfit. This is something many of us could never fathom. After meeting this kids, I feel very fortunate for my closet full of clothes and shoes and accessories. I also keep a bag in my closet that I fill with clothes that I don't want, don't fit, or are out of style. As soon as this bag is filled, and I have gone through my husband's closet, I donate it to the Sunshine Angels for "their" kids.
They need clothing of all sizes as the children range from 7-19 years old. Boys and Girls!
So, if you have done your bit of spring cleaning and have clothes to donate, please come on down to the Fuchsia Grand Reopening! They are accepting all donations for The Sunshine Angels! And, while you are there, enjoy discounted services, giveaways and much more! I hope to see you there!!!
The Sunshine Angels have started "The Angel's Closet" that holds gently used donated clothing. A lot of the children that come to these homes come without any belongings, and that can include shoes, or a normal every day outfit. This is something many of us could never fathom. After meeting this kids, I feel very fortunate for my closet full of clothes and shoes and accessories. I also keep a bag in my closet that I fill with clothes that I don't want, don't fit, or are out of style. As soon as this bag is filled, and I have gone through my husband's closet, I donate it to the Sunshine Angels for "their" kids.
They need clothing of all sizes as the children range from 7-19 years old. Boys and Girls!
So, if you have done your bit of spring cleaning and have clothes to donate, please come on down to the Fuchsia Grand Reopening! They are accepting all donations for The Sunshine Angels! And, while you are there, enjoy discounted services, giveaways and much more! I hope to see you there!!!
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Tuesday, May 1, 2012
A time to heal...
With every tragedy there has to be a time to mourn and a time to heal.
Pat and I have been doing just that, in very different ways. He has started making big changes for himself by signing up for school and absorbing himself in house projects. He is working so hard to make our future a little brighter by improving all things he has control of.
I, on the other hand, have been healing by distraction. First it was watching TV and feeling numb. Then it was watching TV to cry. I watched "A Baby Story" for 3 hours one day. Some may feel that is a mistake, but I think it is one of the best things I did. I learned about a couple that lost their baby at 35 weeks! Although they were terribly distraught, they not only tried (and succeeded) again for a baby, but they also started a program in their 1st baby's name for families that had suffered a miscarriage or still-born.
That was something that moved me forward towards healing. There has to be something good that comes out of the bad. I am still working on that "good thing," but it will come.
In the mean time, I had the luxury to spend time with my close friends and sister this last weekend and it really was nice to feel like some of the "gloom" was lifted from around me. We all shared laughs and smiles and I was even fortunate enough to meet some new great friends at the Arizona Blogger Conference that The PHX Style Collective put together.
Everyone was running around in their most stylish gear snapping photos of the beautiful Saguaro Hotel. Instead of doing that, I was being the silent observer, enjoying strangers' company and feeling relief that Bri was the only person that knew what I had recently gone through. That night was a night of moving forward.
Here is the one photo I stole from Bri, taken by Sarah from Chicks Who Give a Hoot, who coincidentally happens to be the funniest person I met all night!
So to everyone who attended, that may or may not pop by my blog, thanks for the great night and helping this girl smile!
Pat and I have been doing just that, in very different ways. He has started making big changes for himself by signing up for school and absorbing himself in house projects. He is working so hard to make our future a little brighter by improving all things he has control of.
I, on the other hand, have been healing by distraction. First it was watching TV and feeling numb. Then it was watching TV to cry. I watched "A Baby Story" for 3 hours one day. Some may feel that is a mistake, but I think it is one of the best things I did. I learned about a couple that lost their baby at 35 weeks! Although they were terribly distraught, they not only tried (and succeeded) again for a baby, but they also started a program in their 1st baby's name for families that had suffered a miscarriage or still-born.
That was something that moved me forward towards healing. There has to be something good that comes out of the bad. I am still working on that "good thing," but it will come.
In the mean time, I had the luxury to spend time with my close friends and sister this last weekend and it really was nice to feel like some of the "gloom" was lifted from around me. We all shared laughs and smiles and I was even fortunate enough to meet some new great friends at the Arizona Blogger Conference that The PHX Style Collective put together.
Everyone was running around in their most stylish gear snapping photos of the beautiful Saguaro Hotel. Instead of doing that, I was being the silent observer, enjoying strangers' company and feeling relief that Bri was the only person that knew what I had recently gone through. That night was a night of moving forward.
Here is the one photo I stole from Bri, taken by Sarah from Chicks Who Give a Hoot, who coincidentally happens to be the funniest person I met all night!
So to everyone who attended, that may or may not pop by my blog, thanks for the great night and helping this girl smile!
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