Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Happening Here

On Tuesday of last week, Erin got really sick at work. So much so, they started IV's and a heart monitor. When I picked her up, I brought her home to watch her health for the next 24 hours. Roommates are great but when it comes to scary illnesses, I will just do it myself thank you very much. This is the second time Erin has literally collapsed with an unknown illness and scared the snot out of anyone witnessing it. What concerns me the most is the lack of explanation.


On Tuesday of last week, Lauren met with her new high risk obstetrician. The remainder of her pregnancy will be under his care now that she has officially been diagnosed with gestational diabetes. To say we are all surprised would be an understatement. But the good news is she and the baby are both very healthy and her diet alone is controlling her blood sugar. We are within a month of his birthday and very excited to meet him.

On Wednesday, God reminded me He is in control in all the areas I am not.
There have been Valentine parties at school and glimpses of spring in between ice storms and freezing rain. Sidewalk chalk took an interesting turn on Friday as Ty was drawing a cemetery alongside Kate drawing hopscotch games. Anna, blissfully unaware of Ty's unique game was happy to play along. It's a wonder I haven't been fired.






A large fort adorned the living room all weekend and housed a sibling sleepover Saturday night. I love the moments they stop bickering long enough to cooperate on a project. The results are as sweet as the silence. Winter doesn't bring out the best in us Baughmans as we tend to get on each other's nerves.

A jet pack was a necessary addition to Ty's wardrobe this weekend as well. Thank goodness enough neighbors and friends collect two liter bottles we were able to provide a matching one for his friend. My only hope is no one tests their ability to fly off high places.



Sunday, February 4, 2018

Maternity Photos and a Girls Weekend


I took Kate and Kenna out of school Friday and Erin took the day off to join us for a roadtrip to Lauren's. It was worth all nine hours each way to spend a weekend with my girl one last time before she becomes a Mommy herself.


She wanted me to take her maternity photos to celebrate her 34th week and the pending birth of her son. We cannot wait to make our way back down at the end of March to meet him.



Taylor lead us into downtown Augusta for pizza and a brief tour of the river walk because whereas it was warmer than what we left in Louisville, it was still a breezy 46 degrees. But a birthday was celebrated at the table next to ours and when that party left, Lauren helped herself a piece of forgotten birthday cake! No one told Mrs. Preggo this was not appropriate. She scares us all a little these days.



This road trip was pretty sweet as it let me drink in their combined energy and world views. We are obviously in a transitional season. By the time we are all together again, my baby will be holding her own baby.




The nursery is ready with the exception of a shark sign containing his name over the crib. Other than her fears about labor, she is ready too. Baby Baird is coming soon and we are all beyond excited.






Sunday, January 21, 2018

This Week








This was an unusual week with snow days, delayed starts and a weekend in the mid 50's to wrap it all up. Lauren spent a day in the hospital with contractions that fortunately didn't start labor. She then failed her three hour glucose test so she is navigating six finger pricks a day to monitor blood sugar. Pregnancy is so much fun, she has repeatedly asked me how she has so many siblings. I try to convince her this is the stuff you forget when that precious baby is laid in your arms but she does not believe me.

Ty packed to run away again this weekend because I continued to serve vegetables with dinner. Erin supported his reasoning and mentioned it is the key reason she moved out a few years ago. She then took leftover chili home with her saying it is so good, it could probably prevent war "as long as I don't also make vegetables".


Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Snow Day #3

He woke this morning just after the sun (or what we can see of it anyway) full of ideas and endless chatter. Fortunately I had just completed my third cup of tea and in the quiet of the morning was able to keep up. Barely.

He plans to be a super hero when he grows up, yielding a real light saber to protect the good guys of the world. I love his heart and creative brain.


Family games with peanut M&M's occupied a fair amount of our time as the single digit temperatures prevented hours of snow play. But we tackled some sledding none the less. Breaks in the heated car were required at frequent intervals despite the kids' insistence they were fine to keep going.




My dryer has been working overtime in recent days with endless loads of snow suits and gloves because they play outside for a little bit, come in to warm up and within an hour are suiting back up for the great outdoors again. But the slower pace of these days was exactly what we needed to reconnect, catch up on some reading and each other's thoughts. We played hard, relaxed well and enjoyed extended time together. It is only January and we are already borrowing makeup days from Spring Break so we need to make the most of snow days.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

New Rides



The long cold days of winter arrived with a vengeance and I am grateful most of the days have been deceptively sunny. We haven't seen temperatures near freezing until today so 38 degrees felt like Spring. Ty and I shot some hoops finally, putting a Christmas present to good use almost three weeks after the fact. He loves it and I love seeing his focus and determination on something other than video games.

Layla has decided to hibernate for the winter. She sleeps all day, wakes as the kids return from school around 3pm and drives us crazy until about bedtime around 8pm. It's a "ruff" life.


Greg and I experienced one of the longest and certainly most expensive dates together yesterday. I think our first mistake was informing the salesman he was our chaperone because we hardly know how to behave when we don't have the kids to tend to. Anyway, when you go car shopping in the dead of winter with an air temperature still in single digits, there is no doubt you aren't just kicking the tires so we dreaded the experience, knowing they had us immediately. But choosing to select two new-to-us vehicles at the same time gave us some negotiating power. Greg now has a slick black Cruze for his almost 900 miles per week commute and I have finally retired my mini van career for a shiny dark grey Equinox. It was a long 20 years as a mini van driver and I like the change!