This month everyone has been posting what they are thankful for each day on Facebook. I love that people do this and think some of the things they post are just so amazing. I am sure each of us read these and think how we take those things for granted or how we can't wait to be thankful for those things. There are posts about kids, healing, family, jobs, and even down to the simple things of a warm bed and your favorite food. I just love it. I never do it because my FB time is so sporadic and I would feel guilty if I missed. So here are just 30 things I am thankful for. The list could be longer, but we will keep it to 30. They are in no particular order, some are shallow and some are deep. They are just me.
1) An unfailing, all forgiving, friend, father and savior. My God.
2) My handsome, kind, generous, love of my life, Prince Charming, soul-mate, hunk Husband.
3) My soon to be little Princess
4) My loving, sweet, all giving, hard working Momma and loving, funny, wise Daddy.
5) Caring, kind, thoughtful, generous, hilarious, amazing examples....In-Laws
6) Three, sweeter than sugar, prayer warrior, care-giving Grandmothers
7) Smart, funny, thoughtful, hard working, protecting Aub and Brother
8) Perfect fit to our siblings, fun, easy going, kind, sweet Randi-doll and Shayne.
9) Soul mate, sister from another mister, brother from another mother, best there ever was. Speed and Sar-Bear
10) The best, my persons, strong, intelligent and determined Tator and Bill
11) Maddy- love of my life, snuggling, never wavering pup.
12) Family- close or far I can count on each and every one of them.
13) Friends-special extensions of my family
14) Job- my favorite, Amazing boss, WONDERFUL company, great people.
15) Education- It can't be taken away, has molded me for many years
16) Home- warm, loving and beautiful. Where I would rather be...always
17) Food- I never have to wonder if it will be there. I never worry about my next meal. It does more than what it was intended for. It is always taken for granted.
18) Neighbors- kind, sweet and care-taking
19) Books- increasing our knowledge, entertainment and always a click, drive or store away...taken for granted.
20) Health- for me, my husband, family and friends.
21) Exercise- increase endorphins, keep me healthy and some day loose the baby weight
22) Bed- soft, supportive, warm, hugs me and is always there....taken for granted.
23) Oklahoma City Thunder- enough said
24) Football- at all levels
25) Pampering- a luxury, but makes me feel so treated
26) Warm fall day, no top on the Jeep and a drive to the land with my man. Every time I am thankful.
27) Oklahoma- being raised in a small community and living in a state where every town seems small.
28) Murphy's hot hamburgers- threaten your life, but taste so good.
29) The right to choose my attitude and decide the type of person I will become.
30) The feeling after a long run in the cold.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
It's A......
GIRL!!!!!
Little, pink, sweet, precious, perfect, adorable girl. That's what I have in my belly right now. She is growing and growing into MY daughter. Just saying "my daughter", changes me a little inside.
I've ALWAYS wanted a little girl and I always thought I would have her first. Having a big brother is great and I'm happy that I experienced that within my life, but there has been something that has made me want a little girl first. Maybe it's the waiting to have the girl that I couldn't stand. I'm not sure, but my heart could not be more full as it is right now.
I am very excited for the mother-daughter bonding and all things that come with a little girl. My momma and I are very close. We have always had a great relationship throughout my life. I remember always wanting to be right next to her, a little scared to venture off. Throughout high school, our relationship grew as I did. Now as an adult she and I are still very close and most topics aren't off limits. What I love about my Momma is she can share me. She shares me with best friends, a mother-in-law and aunts. She also shares me with my husband. She respects our relationship and encourages me to make decisions that provide favor to my husband and I. This in itself may be the very reason I am so excited for a daughter.
We found out on a Tuesday that we were having a littler girl, we sent mass texts to everyone that a gender reveal party was a week away. This was such a big secret to keep and EVERYONE wanted to know. I was challenged and some tried trickery, but I did not fail. Some predicted a girl. My granny and Aunt TT said it only seemed natural. They couldn't imagine a boy first. Sar-Bear and Aub just had wishful thinking.
So, here I am driving to work with the amazing news. I say my morning prayers and special little girl prayer. Then I start thinking of having a girl and all that comes with it. I panicked!! How do I raise her to be a strong independent woman and show her being vulnerable is okay? How do I teach her that her intelligence is her best asset, but keep her humble? How do I show her that taking care of others is why God put us here, but keep her from getting walked on? How can I ensure that she will never be a mean girl, but not get hurt by them? How do I show her that she can be better than any man that competes with her, but let her know she needs a mate? How do I keep her from being too boy crazy? How do I show her that she can learn to slide and rebound, but lady like manners are necessary? I was a little freaked. I said an even bigger prayer and realized I am not alone. I will pray daily for her and show her God's love. I have a huge circle of women that are just....astounding women. They have accomplished more than I can describe. Most importantly, she will have Hibdon.
He will be the most amazing example of the way a man should treat a woman. He will teach her how to love others without fear and give without flinching. He will be an amazing Daddy and she will never be able to comprehend how lucky she is.
Hibdon had his freak out moment as well. He's not really been around too much girl stuff. Hon and Aub are tougher than any wrestler I have ever met. He was a little concerned with what to do with a little girl. Now, I can imagine he will squeeze his 6'2" legs under a table and play tea party if that's what she wants, but I tried to reassure him he could still do his favorite things. We live in small town Oklahoma, she will probably fish and play sports. He sent the most perfect reply that melted my heart and made it clear we are meant for this little girl.
Now that right there made me fall deeper in love with that blonde hair-blue eyed man.
Hibdon,
You will be an amazing Daddy. You have this perfect ability to make be feel independent and taken care of, strong and vulnerable, beautiful and sexy, supported and guided all at the exact same time. You will do just fine.
Little, pink, sweet, precious, perfect, adorable girl. That's what I have in my belly right now. She is growing and growing into MY daughter. Just saying "my daughter", changes me a little inside.
I've ALWAYS wanted a little girl and I always thought I would have her first. Having a big brother is great and I'm happy that I experienced that within my life, but there has been something that has made me want a little girl first. Maybe it's the waiting to have the girl that I couldn't stand. I'm not sure, but my heart could not be more full as it is right now.
I am very excited for the mother-daughter bonding and all things that come with a little girl. My momma and I are very close. We have always had a great relationship throughout my life. I remember always wanting to be right next to her, a little scared to venture off. Throughout high school, our relationship grew as I did. Now as an adult she and I are still very close and most topics aren't off limits. What I love about my Momma is she can share me. She shares me with best friends, a mother-in-law and aunts. She also shares me with my husband. She respects our relationship and encourages me to make decisions that provide favor to my husband and I. This in itself may be the very reason I am so excited for a daughter.
We found out on a Tuesday that we were having a littler girl, we sent mass texts to everyone that a gender reveal party was a week away. This was such a big secret to keep and EVERYONE wanted to know. I was challenged and some tried trickery, but I did not fail. Some predicted a girl. My granny and Aunt TT said it only seemed natural. They couldn't imagine a boy first. Sar-Bear and Aub just had wishful thinking.
So, here I am driving to work with the amazing news. I say my morning prayers and special little girl prayer. Then I start thinking of having a girl and all that comes with it. I panicked!! How do I raise her to be a strong independent woman and show her being vulnerable is okay? How do I teach her that her intelligence is her best asset, but keep her humble? How do I show her that taking care of others is why God put us here, but keep her from getting walked on? How can I ensure that she will never be a mean girl, but not get hurt by them? How do I show her that she can be better than any man that competes with her, but let her know she needs a mate? How do I keep her from being too boy crazy? How do I show her that she can learn to slide and rebound, but lady like manners are necessary? I was a little freaked. I said an even bigger prayer and realized I am not alone. I will pray daily for her and show her God's love. I have a huge circle of women that are just....astounding women. They have accomplished more than I can describe. Most importantly, she will have Hibdon.
He will be the most amazing example of the way a man should treat a woman. He will teach her how to love others without fear and give without flinching. He will be an amazing Daddy and she will never be able to comprehend how lucky she is.
Hibdon had his freak out moment as well. He's not really been around too much girl stuff. Hon and Aub are tougher than any wrestler I have ever met. He was a little concerned with what to do with a little girl. Now, I can imagine he will squeeze his 6'2" legs under a table and play tea party if that's what she wants, but I tried to reassure him he could still do his favorite things. We live in small town Oklahoma, she will probably fish and play sports. He sent the most perfect reply that melted my heart and made it clear we are meant for this little girl.
Hibdon,
You will be an amazing Daddy. You have this perfect ability to make be feel independent and taken care of, strong and vulnerable, beautiful and sexy, supported and guided all at the exact same time. You will do just fine.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Keeping the MomJo
Yesterday I think I broke an ultimate pregnancy golden rule. I have heard you aren't supposed to do anything dramatic with your hair. You could regret it. Now you are pregnant with intensified emotions and don't like your hair. Well, I will say to these rule followers they don't have my stylist.
I love my stylist Christa! She does an AMAZING job. I wish I could put her in my pocket and take her home with me. I would look fabulous every day. Last night I went in for my "3 month check up" (ha) with Christa. As I sat down, she asked the typical question. "What are we going to do today". I said, "The same thing as last time, but a little darker and maybe bangs." (I really like to be darker in the fall and light in the summer. I feel like my hair is my mood ring for the seasons.) In reality it was pretty close to the same as last time, but I look so different because of the bangs. I now have blunt bangs across, haven't had these since I was very young. (I have been on the fence about blunt bangs for a few months now. A girl I work with has the best blunt bangs. Every time we are in a meeting together I tell her how much I love them. She has been encouraging me to take the leap.) Guess what! I love it! I feel hot and sassy. Hibdon loved it as well. When I walked in the door without pause or hesitation he said "Wow babe your hair looks good!". Which is obviously a great response, but for him it really is. He loves it long and blonde. He also agreed the bangs were a good touch. What I love about Christa is months ago in the summer we went almost 100% light blonde and I loved it, new color and look still love it. Plus when you are at the salon the girls are amazing and tell you how wonderful you look afterwards. Girls love that.
So I went from Frumpy Monday and hating my over sized clothes and needing a reality check from Reg to new hair and a pop of fun. Also, on Monday (I am embarrassed to admit) a couple of ladies a work with asked another guy I work with if I was pregnant. He knew I was, but didn't feel like it was his place to tell. So he replied with "Why do you ask?". They said, well she has that glow, you know she looks exhausted. Seriously, I know I look exhausted, because I am. Growing a fetus is tough work. However, I can't let my MomJo suffer. I need to shake it off and put my game face on. Well, I'm ready and armored with a hot look. My new motto... As my belly grows, I so does my MomJo. Seriously ladies I will have preggy swag and I will love it.
I love my stylist Christa! She does an AMAZING job. I wish I could put her in my pocket and take her home with me. I would look fabulous every day. Last night I went in for my "3 month check up" (ha) with Christa. As I sat down, she asked the typical question. "What are we going to do today". I said, "The same thing as last time, but a little darker and maybe bangs." (I really like to be darker in the fall and light in the summer. I feel like my hair is my mood ring for the seasons.) In reality it was pretty close to the same as last time, but I look so different because of the bangs. I now have blunt bangs across, haven't had these since I was very young. (I have been on the fence about blunt bangs for a few months now. A girl I work with has the best blunt bangs. Every time we are in a meeting together I tell her how much I love them. She has been encouraging me to take the leap.) Guess what! I love it! I feel hot and sassy. Hibdon loved it as well. When I walked in the door without pause or hesitation he said "Wow babe your hair looks good!". Which is obviously a great response, but for him it really is. He loves it long and blonde. He also agreed the bangs were a good touch. What I love about Christa is months ago in the summer we went almost 100% light blonde and I loved it, new color and look still love it. Plus when you are at the salon the girls are amazing and tell you how wonderful you look afterwards. Girls love that.
So I went from Frumpy Monday and hating my over sized clothes and needing a reality check from Reg to new hair and a pop of fun. Also, on Monday (I am embarrassed to admit) a couple of ladies a work with asked another guy I work with if I was pregnant. He knew I was, but didn't feel like it was his place to tell. So he replied with "Why do you ask?". They said, well she has that glow, you know she looks exhausted. Seriously, I know I look exhausted, because I am. Growing a fetus is tough work. However, I can't let my MomJo suffer. I need to shake it off and put my game face on. Well, I'm ready and armored with a hot look. My new motto... As my belly grows, I so does my MomJo. Seriously ladies I will have preggy swag and I will love it.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Don't do that to yourself!
Yesterday I had an awful case of the Mondays. I woke up late, well I chose to stay in my warm cozy bed longer than I should have. Then the shower was just as comfortable, I stayed in there a little too long. Which left me in a rush to throw clothes on. I didn't make a wise decision in my frantic state. I chose my size too big dress slacks and over sized silk blouse. I looked and felt frumpy. It was fine for the most part because I was very busy at my desk. I didn't really see anyone.
I did have lunch with my sweet, kind, adorable friend Reg. I LOVE her. Reg has been in my life since she moved to Bdall roughly when I was in elementary school. She moved with her mom and siblings to my childhood best friend's house, Duke. Reg's mom and Duke's dad were a couple. Duke went from an only child to 5 step siblings. Duke and I loved to hang out with Reg and her older sister Shel. I only have Big Brother, so Reg was the older sister I never had. She taught me much about fashion, at the time it was matching your Pepe shirt to the logo on the pocket of your Pepe jeans and ultra faded buffalo jeans. She has always been great with advice and a heart bigger than Dallas.
So Reg and I had a lunch date and we chatted, chatted some more and then even more. What I love about her is she gives genuine, honest compliments. I was bundled in my coat, only my face showing and she told me I looked really pretty. That makes a prego feel good. As we were walking back to work I was telling her how frumpy I felt because of my wardrobe choice. She responded with the best comment, "Don't do that to yourself!" You can be hot with tight fitting clothes. She knew what I needed to hear.
As I was thinking about this on the way home from work yesterday, I remembered the Gulianna and Bill episode I caught while folding laundry. Gulianna was trying to find ways to keep her "MomJo" after the baby. Between this and my conversation with Reg, I knew I couldn't do this to myself. I have an adorable baby bump and my hair is healthy and strong (shout out to the vitamins).
So last night I prepped my outfit. I woke up early with Hibdon and had plenty of time to get ready. I even made a dish for our work Thanksgiving dinner and made a lunch for Hibdon. I wore my brown/black stripped sweater dress, favorite black tights, new brown boots and jewelry straight from Courthouse Designs. I also curled my hair and put it in a side pony. I was looking good and on top of my game.
I left on time, did a quick mirror check and dusted my shoulders off. I did well today friends. MomJo in tact.
I did have lunch with my sweet, kind, adorable friend Reg. I LOVE her. Reg has been in my life since she moved to Bdall roughly when I was in elementary school. She moved with her mom and siblings to my childhood best friend's house, Duke. Reg's mom and Duke's dad were a couple. Duke went from an only child to 5 step siblings. Duke and I loved to hang out with Reg and her older sister Shel. I only have Big Brother, so Reg was the older sister I never had. She taught me much about fashion, at the time it was matching your Pepe shirt to the logo on the pocket of your Pepe jeans and ultra faded buffalo jeans. She has always been great with advice and a heart bigger than Dallas.
So Reg and I had a lunch date and we chatted, chatted some more and then even more. What I love about her is she gives genuine, honest compliments. I was bundled in my coat, only my face showing and she told me I looked really pretty. That makes a prego feel good. As we were walking back to work I was telling her how frumpy I felt because of my wardrobe choice. She responded with the best comment, "Don't do that to yourself!" You can be hot with tight fitting clothes. She knew what I needed to hear.
As I was thinking about this on the way home from work yesterday, I remembered the Gulianna and Bill episode I caught while folding laundry. Gulianna was trying to find ways to keep her "MomJo" after the baby. Between this and my conversation with Reg, I knew I couldn't do this to myself. I have an adorable baby bump and my hair is healthy and strong (shout out to the vitamins).
So last night I prepped my outfit. I woke up early with Hibdon and had plenty of time to get ready. I even made a dish for our work Thanksgiving dinner and made a lunch for Hibdon. I wore my brown/black stripped sweater dress, favorite black tights, new brown boots and jewelry straight from Courthouse Designs. I also curled my hair and put it in a side pony. I was looking good and on top of my game.
I left on time, did a quick mirror check and dusted my shoulders off. I did well today friends. MomJo in tact.
Wrestler or Cheerleader?
Today we had our two week check up. I have had closer appointments due to my thyroid, so now that I am approaching my second trimester I am on a regular schedule. Today's appointment was a little special. WE KNOW WHAT WE ARE HAVING!!!
This secret seems harder than keeping the pregnancy quiet. We only have to keep it in for a week. We are having a gender reveal party next week. My Aunt TT offered to host it at her house. We have invited family and friends to join in the celebration.
I am just beaming right now, I just can't believe I know what Baby H will be!!! Here's a play-by-play of the appointment.
We arrive 15 minutes early like good patients. Then we sit for and hour. After noon appointments work the best for us, so we were literally the last patients to be seen. Ohhhmygosssh, that was the longest wait ever. Thankfully, my doctor is pretty goofy so he kept the mood light. We get in the room and the nurse is taking my BP, which was great. He pops in and says, "What's up Prego?" I'm a little tired by this time so I just gave a polite "Heeey". Then he perked me up real quick. He said, "Want to find out what we are having?" Best question a doctor could ever ask you. So he got started, first we listened to the heart beat, he explained girls have faster rates than boys typically, but it's not really 100% accurate. Then he did the regular 3D ultrasound and said "Welp let's start painting the room....." I'll leave the color he said out. That's a fun secret Hibdon and I will keep for a week. Then he did the 4D, which is crazy at this stage, Baby H is two inches long and just perfect. There was even a little shot in the 4D in which we could see Baby H's bicep, it was very defined. Just like his/her Momma. :) The doctor pointed out Baby H's definition which made me do a belly laugh. He gave a ton of pics and then put them on our flash drive. So we can make copies for everyone.
I'm so excited to reveal. Will E have a rough little boy to wrestle with or will he have to make a tomboy out of a sweet little blonde princess? Will Bentyn have a practice partner in the wrestling room? Will Levi have a buddy to fish with? OR will Jade have a friend to play barbies with? Only a week away and we will find out!
This secret seems harder than keeping the pregnancy quiet. We only have to keep it in for a week. We are having a gender reveal party next week. My Aunt TT offered to host it at her house. We have invited family and friends to join in the celebration.
I am just beaming right now, I just can't believe I know what Baby H will be!!! Here's a play-by-play of the appointment.
We arrive 15 minutes early like good patients. Then we sit for and hour. After noon appointments work the best for us, so we were literally the last patients to be seen. Ohhhmygosssh, that was the longest wait ever. Thankfully, my doctor is pretty goofy so he kept the mood light. We get in the room and the nurse is taking my BP, which was great. He pops in and says, "What's up Prego?" I'm a little tired by this time so I just gave a polite "Heeey". Then he perked me up real quick. He said, "Want to find out what we are having?" Best question a doctor could ever ask you. So he got started, first we listened to the heart beat, he explained girls have faster rates than boys typically, but it's not really 100% accurate. Then he did the regular 3D ultrasound and said "Welp let's start painting the room....." I'll leave the color he said out. That's a fun secret Hibdon and I will keep for a week. Then he did the 4D, which is crazy at this stage, Baby H is two inches long and just perfect. There was even a little shot in the 4D in which we could see Baby H's bicep, it was very defined. Just like his/her Momma. :) The doctor pointed out Baby H's definition which made me do a belly laugh. He gave a ton of pics and then put them on our flash drive. So we can make copies for everyone.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Avocados and Tomatoes
I'm pregnant and I love food.... gee could you y'all have guessed that? I haven't craved too many crazy things. Baby H is just fueling my desire for the foods I tried to avoid to keep my girlish figure. The urge to eat peach rings, gummy bears, cherry laffy taffies and snickers is so strong and deep. I mean this urge blocks all clear thinking. It eliminates the rational side of my brain. Last night I ran to the store for a "quick item" to complete dinner. I purchased peach rings, cherry laffy taffies and cherry blow pops. Hibdon didn't say a word, just gave a cute laugh. He's been pretty good about my cravings.
I will say something I have been craving that is very healthy has been tomatoes and avocados. Yesterday the weather was warm and windy, not really the comfort weather I have been wanting to have some tomato soup or a grilled cheese with avocados. So today God sent me the perfect comfort weather. Its 48 and raining, some are reporting sleet. I LOVE IT. I am snuggled up with my pup and a good movie. I sure wish the Christmas movies were playing now.... Any way back to my comfort food. Today I made the most delish panini. Recipe below.
Garlic and Herb bread
Sliced Tomato
Sliced Avocado
Fresh Spinach
Fresh Basil
Cheese
Dash of mayo
Grilled to perfection
Seriously finger-lickin good. I'm about to have another one, just thinking about its deliciousness.
So craving was met. THEN I get a text from Sar-Bear. She said family night was at her house after church tonight. Guess what she is making for Baby H's cravings!!! Guac, not just any guacamole... Aunt Sar-Bear's guacamole. She makes the absolute best guac. I plan to eat the entire bowl of guac. I hope Hibdon doesn't plan on eating any. I'll tell y'all her ingredients, but I don't have permission to reveal the entire recipe. Plus, I don't think there is a recipe. I think it's just one of those perfect recipes that she just knows the right amount.
Roma tomatoes
Avocados
Cilantro
Jalapenos
White end of green onions
Juice from a lime
Juice from a lemon
Salt
Pepper
She does a rough chop, it's almost a salsa and not your typical creamy guac. Oh lord, Baby H is going to be happy flips in my belly. Nothing makes a pregnant girl happy more than a craving met.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Must Love Dogs
If I were to create an ad in search for Baby H, I would most definitely add the list below.
1) Must love to sleep at least 8 hours a night
2) Must love to nap
3) Must request to snuggle and rock in order to nap
4) Must love all fruits and vegetables
5) Must hate sweets
6) Must obey everything I say & never forget the rules
7) Must love to read
8) Must never get sick
9) Must love weekend get-a-ways to Gpa & Hons, CCs, Papa's, Uncle Wil & Aunt Randi's, Uncle Shayne & Aunt Aub's, and Uncle Speed & Aunt Sara's
10) Must love to help with chores.
So obviously Baby H will probably not meet these requests and I will still love him/her with every fiber of my being. Hey, a girl can dream!
While the never ending child development theory of Nature vs. Nurture is the influence of what Baby H will love it will be interesting to see his/her favorites. I am sure there will be a lot of nurture things that Baby H will love.
1) Dogs- we love our Maddy Dog and all dogs for that matter.
2) Football- ESPN is fixed on our TV during the weekends. Game Day and Red Zone..enough said.
3) Oklahoma City Thunder- I can't put into words my love for this team
4) Hot hamburgers- Texas toast + burger + cheese + fries + brown gravy over all = HEAVEN
5) Outdoors - Summer, Fall and Spring...sometimes even winter
6) The water- Every summer will be spent either on Papa's boat or in Aunt Aub's pool
7) Jeeps- we have two, Hon has one, Uncle Wil just sold his, Aunt Randi has one and Papa used to have one
8) Wrestling- boy or girl, Baby H will understand the Hibdon passion for the mat
9) Fishing- boy or girl, Hibdon will load Baby H and Maddy in the Jeep, drive to his favorite little pond, eat ranch flavored sunflower seeds, listen to Eric Church and just fish
10) Family time- We love it, we love nights at Aunt Aub's, Aunt Sara's or when we all gather here. We love when CC comes to visit. We love relaxing at Gpa and Hon's We love staying with Mema and seeing Papa. We love Uncle Wil and Aunt Randi's. We love family time-we need family time.
Things that will probably come natural to Baby H, good or bad Baby H will probably inherit these traits.
1) A ghetto booty- Sorry Baby H, Daddy and I both have one. It will give you power when you swing the bat, but finding jeans is stressful.
2) Love chocolate & have a sweet tooth- This is dangerous, but Hibdon and I love to snack
3) Hairy arms- Ugh so embarrassing! At least it will be blonde.
4) Big Smile- Both Hibdon and I have large teeth. I think it makes for pretty smiles.
5) If Baby H is anything like Hibdon he/she will be fast, a great athlete and insanely competitive.
6) Let's face it, competitive will be natural. We both are.
7) Laid back. We don't typically sweat the small stuff.
8) Optimistic. Glass is always half full with us. We are content with knowing things are meant or not meant to be.
9) Chatty- Hibdon and I both received the gift of gab. Baby H will probably just keep up.
10) Cold natured- We love electric blankets and space heaters.
Making these lists spark an excitement for me. Will Baby H look more like me or Hibdon? Will Baby H naturally like all the things we do? Will Baby H be the angel that I was as a child or the rowdy boy that Hibdon was. Its blogs like these that make me want the next few months to fly by.
1) Must love to sleep at least 8 hours a night
2) Must love to nap
3) Must request to snuggle and rock in order to nap
4) Must love all fruits and vegetables
5) Must hate sweets
6) Must obey everything I say & never forget the rules
7) Must love to read
8) Must never get sick
9) Must love weekend get-a-ways to Gpa & Hons, CCs, Papa's, Uncle Wil & Aunt Randi's, Uncle Shayne & Aunt Aub's, and Uncle Speed & Aunt Sara's
10) Must love to help with chores.
So obviously Baby H will probably not meet these requests and I will still love him/her with every fiber of my being. Hey, a girl can dream!
While the never ending child development theory of Nature vs. Nurture is the influence of what Baby H will love it will be interesting to see his/her favorites. I am sure there will be a lot of nurture things that Baby H will love.
1) Dogs- we love our Maddy Dog and all dogs for that matter.
2) Football- ESPN is fixed on our TV during the weekends. Game Day and Red Zone..enough said.
3) Oklahoma City Thunder- I can't put into words my love for this team
4) Hot hamburgers- Texas toast + burger + cheese + fries + brown gravy over all = HEAVEN
5) Outdoors - Summer, Fall and Spring...sometimes even winter
6) The water- Every summer will be spent either on Papa's boat or in Aunt Aub's pool
7) Jeeps- we have two, Hon has one, Uncle Wil just sold his, Aunt Randi has one and Papa used to have one
8) Wrestling- boy or girl, Baby H will understand the Hibdon passion for the mat
9) Fishing- boy or girl, Hibdon will load Baby H and Maddy in the Jeep, drive to his favorite little pond, eat ranch flavored sunflower seeds, listen to Eric Church and just fish
10) Family time- We love it, we love nights at Aunt Aub's, Aunt Sara's or when we all gather here. We love when CC comes to visit. We love relaxing at Gpa and Hon's We love staying with Mema and seeing Papa. We love Uncle Wil and Aunt Randi's. We love family time-we need family time.
Things that will probably come natural to Baby H, good or bad Baby H will probably inherit these traits.
1) A ghetto booty- Sorry Baby H, Daddy and I both have one. It will give you power when you swing the bat, but finding jeans is stressful.
2) Love chocolate & have a sweet tooth- This is dangerous, but Hibdon and I love to snack
3) Hairy arms- Ugh so embarrassing! At least it will be blonde.
4) Big Smile- Both Hibdon and I have large teeth. I think it makes for pretty smiles.
5) If Baby H is anything like Hibdon he/she will be fast, a great athlete and insanely competitive.
6) Let's face it, competitive will be natural. We both are.
7) Laid back. We don't typically sweat the small stuff.
8) Optimistic. Glass is always half full with us. We are content with knowing things are meant or not meant to be.
9) Chatty- Hibdon and I both received the gift of gab. Baby H will probably just keep up.
10) Cold natured- We love electric blankets and space heaters.
Making these lists spark an excitement for me. Will Baby H look more like me or Hibdon? Will Baby H naturally like all the things we do? Will Baby H be the angel that I was as a child or the rowdy boy that Hibdon was. Its blogs like these that make me want the next few months to fly by.
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