That Day

For our Son, Colt.

My man, let me tell you about the day you were born.

You took us by surprise when we found out we were expecting you.

(Surprise...probably more like shocked describes it!)

But your birthday was planned.  

You were going to be our 9/9 baby.

(Did you know Daddy loves the number 9?!)

I slept pretty good the night before you were born.  But I was up at the crack of dawn with anticipation.  I showered and woke up Sis + Bud.  They put on their special big bro/big sis shirts we picked out.  Lila was in tears that she couldn't go to the hospital with me.  We kissed and hugged Gram, Pops, Tia and the twins and were off to the hospital by 6:30 AM.

I was excited.

I was nervous.

I was ready.

We didn't know where to check in or what floor to be on.  Some friendly people helped us out,
and before you know it, Dad + I were in our room.

And just like that!, I had an IV in my arm and gown on my body.  

My nerves were a-coming.

They wheeled me back to the room to get the party started, but daddy couldn't come back with me at first.  That was pretty terrible for me.  Because here is what you need to know about Dad + I.  We are tight.  He makes the bad days good, and the good days great for me.  He is my steady and he makes me feel unstoppable.  With him not there for a bit, I had to pull up my big girl panties and pretend to be brave.  I said some prayers for courage + strength
and just kept on focusing on the getting-to-meet you part.

It was just me + you Colt.  

I just knew I had to go through all this for you.

To get you.

They were some pretty terrible moments before Dad got in the room.  But once he was there, I immediately felt more secure.  There are already bits and pieces of your day that I can't remember, but I will never forget the way your Daddy looked at me when you were born.  Man did he make me feel beautiful.  (And you can look at the pics, I was a hot mess!)  And his eyes just reflected the intense love he felt for both you + I.

And then, you came.

And our family was complete.

You came out with a fire in your belly and a ferociousness in your soul.

You let it be known that you were finally here.

We were so glad you were here.

You were perfect.

You were the dream I stopped allowing myself to have.

You were a desire deep within Dad + I that we just couldn't abandon.

Until we did...and then God gave us you when we least expected it.

And we are so glad he did.

There are parts of your birthday that were kinda terrible for me.

But every part was worth you.

I fell in love immediately.

I fell deeper in love with Dad.

When the twins walked in our room to meet you, 

it was probably one of the happiest moments of my life.

Because we were all together for the first time.

Our family was now complete.

Our exclamation point had arrived.

Let's PARRRRRRRty!

Lila + Lincoln turned 3 on the 3rd.

So we had a little party.

A little pirate party as a matter of fact.

And once a former kindergarten teacher has a theme, it can be dangerous.

We have 2 children, but only one birthday party to plan each year. It is so fun to have all of our friends and family together to celebrate with us.

And What the Freak, who ordered the sunshine???

Well, I DO. Duh. Every single day of course. But it hardly happens....

And then my sis called on Friday when she landed in Seattle and told me the sun was blinding her. And for our party on Saturday, it hung around. All of these little northwest kids loving the time outside in the shiny, warm sun.

It was perfect.

Walking the plank + digging in the sand for treasures.

I told Brian I wanted him to make a boat for the kids to play with. He exceeded my expectations.

A treasure cake with cupcake jewels.

X marks the spot. Done with glitter....obviously.

For real you all. For real.

I can still carry both of them. And I hope to for the rest of my life.

The birthday pirates. I sure do love them.

Did someone say food?

Every year at their party I feel overwhelmed by the people in our lives. I am amazed at all of the children our friends have created throughout the years. And it is kinda special to see them all playing together.

We are blessed. Just beyond blessed.

Happy Birthday Coco!

I had a great idea!

The twins youngest Krug-side cousin turned 2 on Wednesday. So I thought we would go to our favorite cupcake store to get a special treat to celebrate.

Because we missed the party...

...Because they live in California...

...Where it is sunny...

...But, whatever.

Anyway, I had the great idea that we would video us singing to Coco before eating our treat. Check out if my idea was a success. (Hint-It wasn't!) And be sure to enjoy my singing while your at!



So apparently asking my little guy to sit in front of a very special and very rare treat was pure torture.

Hilarious!

By the way, Coco won't be the youngest for long. Kels is just a few weeks away from the arrival of her little brother. Yay! And I'm gonna go down for his birth. Yay! I can't wait. I missed Lucca's birth because I had my hands full with 4 week old twins. I can't wait to love on a new little Chao. Mmmmm! Babies are delicious!