Wednesday, July 27, 2011

My baby looks like what?

Kassidy is three weeks old today. You know I pride myself on always being different, but I'm about to make the most cliche comment ever.

Time really does fly by. They weren't lying to me.

And, in three short weeks, I've been told that Kassidy looks like me. Then she morphs into Brady. Then she resembles Teagan. And, my new favorite — she looks just like my sister.

So, I thought I'd put together some baby pictures and have you tell me who you think she actually looks like. There is no wrong answer here guys. I just need help figuring out who gets the bragging rights.

So, here are pictures of my baby.

And, here are your three choices for the Kassidy look-a-like contest.

Ready. Set. Guess!

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Saturday, July 23, 2011

Kassidy Reese | Birth Announcement Design

I took this photo with Brady's help after Kassidy turned two weeks old. And she peed on all my awesome props. But that's okay, because I think my final design says it all.

Our little Texas angel in Daddy's guitar on a quilt my Grandma made. What could be cuter?

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

This is what happens when you don't leave the house

This is delivered by the FedEx lady.

Our new GPS. Now we won't get lost in Franklin.

Then this is delivered by the UPS guy.

New flatscreen TV for the bedroom...for those early morning feedings.

And, finally, this is delivered by a second FedEx lady.

New binoculars so we can check out the deer on the back of our property.
And so I can make sure Brady is working.

Three packages in one day.

Stupid internet. You don't even have to leave the house anymore to spend money.

And you don't even have to wait until Christmas to see the excitement from your husband as each package arrives.

Happy early birthday Brady. I promised you a baby, but it looks like you got so much more.

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Thursday, July 14, 2011

Baby Rambo

Uncle Ray says that Kassidy looks like Rambo in these pics.

I think she looks like our little brown-eyed baby.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Chester vs. Kassidy

Chester is 14 days old in this picture. Kassidy is only 3.

Chester can walk, run, jump and feed himself. Kassidy can eat, sleep, poop and pee.

Chester: 1, Kassidy: 0

But I like to think that Kassidy at least wins the cute award.

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Saturday, July 9, 2011

Babies are like tornadoes...they come when you least expect them

Just ask Miss Kassidy Reese. After hanging out in the baby pool with Pryce on July 4th, she decided she was tired of missing out on all the fun. See, another family member with FOMO already.

So, at 1:30 in the morning on July 6, I woke up to some serious pains. Gas? Maybe. Indigestion? Could be. But after poking poor Brady and telling him I couldn't get back to sleep, we decided to be good patients and do as our doctor had instructed.

So, for two hours, we sat on the couch, watched reruns on TV, counted my "pains," laughed at how much they hurt, caught two mice in our mouse traps, and decided we should try to drive into town just in case.

Brady was ready to go an hour earlier, but I held out because I didn't want to be that new mom that shows up at the hospital for no good reason. Finally, at 3:30 a.m., Brady looks at me and says, "I'm going to the hospital, and you better be coming with me."

"Sir, yes sir."

And, we loaded Massey in the back of the truck and left for College Station.

And, called poor Nicole on the way to let her know she'd be waking up to a black dog in her backyard.

We also decided that if this was just a false alarm, we'd enjoy a wonderful Whataburger breakfast before heading back to Franklin so that the trip into town seemed worthwhile. But, we never got our Whataburger breakfast.

Because after arriving at the hospital at 4:30 a.m. and being told I was already at 4 cm and progressing pretty dang fast, we heard the magic words, "Looks like you're having a baby today."

Well, sweet.

And, an epidural and a ton of laughs later (Brady and I were pretty good at entertaining my nurses), my doctor makes his appearance at 8:50 a.m., Brady moves into position to assist, I push as I'm told, and Kassidy arrives exactly 13 minutes later.

Peanut head. Check. Thank goodness for Mommy.

Daddy's eyelashes. Check. Thank goodness for Kassidy.

Crap load of dark hair. Check. We have absolutely no idea.

And, now, this beautiful little girl is ours. All 6 lbs., 11 oz. and 19.5 inches of her.

Baby mohawks are in

And, when we arrived home yesterday, this is what was waiting for us.

The goat house lost it's tin and sides and jumped two fences just to land near our pond

Apparently, babies really are like tornadoes, and the same day Kassidy came unexpectedly, a mini tornado unexpectantly visited our Lazy K ranch.

And, moved our goat house more than 100 yards, took our hammock for a wild ride, and destroyed some trees.

But, don't worry, Pryce's Little Tikes plastic slide was only moved 1 inch.

And, me, Brady and Kassidy were safe and sound in the hospital. Because if we had happened to be at home the evening of July 6 like we should have been, then there's a pretty good possibility that little Miss Kassidy would have been born at home.

Because I would have been scared shitless. And knowing our luck, Kassidy wouldn't have wanted to miss out on her first mini tornado.

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Friday, July 1, 2011

Friday Ku-Tip: How to make a fake baby

Scenario: Your new video baby monitor arrives in the mail. You don't have a baby yet. You want to test out the monitor. What do you do?

Brainstorming: Stick a cat in the crib? Nope. Bad idea. Massey? No. Even worse. A bag of rice? Not real enough.

Solution: Wrap your favorite stuffed animal in a swaddle blanket and place it in the crib. Pros: About the size of a real baby. It looks cute. You get to practice your swaddling skills. Cons: It doesn't move. Or breathe. Or cry.

But it still looks cute. And we named it baby dog.

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