Welcome to the World Kiki!!!!

DEAR KIARA MARIE:

You were born on Saturday July 17th at 8:31 pm. You were also born nine days earlier than expected. I was in labor for about 12 hours long!!!! and yes the longest and most painful hours of my life, but totally worth it too even though I did get the epidural when I was about 6cm into my labor. We spent about two days in the hospital with you and me and daddy couldn't wait to take you home either.

Being pregnant was a long process with you little one, but It has only made me love you even more. Everytime I see your cute little face, my eyes tear up as well as your daddies. Ya he's a total softie. It was pretty cute and funny watching your daddy just stand there looking at you in the baby warmer device. No nurse or doctor could keep him away or grab his attention....it was heart melting;-) it made me love him even more than ever.

Now your 7 days old and so much has changed with you in it. You've definitely have given us a hard time with your little non stop crying at nights and being asleep all day. Whats up with that little woman?? Oh the drastic changes i tell ya. Its tough, but I know this is only temporary and you'll adjust your little body to our ways of life as well as how me and daddy have been trying to adjust to your ways and patterns. Your our little 'bubs" (thats daddies nickname for jew) and we love you so much!!!!!

Your sweet little room that daddy and I made just for you!!!

Me bigger than ever lol!!!!

Our last date before the baby arrives!!!

In and out of the hospital has frustrated us to no end, thankfully little kiki gave us a night out to spend before the big day. We watched INCEPTION and had a great time together.

A few weeks ago too, I took my husband out for his 28th Birthday to Delux Burger and then went to see some beautiful homes in Arcadia, our NEXT future home will be there. I just love the design and serenity of Arcadia homes and how they aren't your typical cookie cutter Arizona homes..i hate that! Any who, we had a blast together on the little date I took him to. I love surprising him and doing sweet little things like that for him. I also ordered him the book he's always been asking for of Fear and Loathing on the CAMPAIGN TRAIL 72 the collectible...but for that one it took me a couple years to get it, I guess I just needed to save my pennies cuz it was a bit pricey lol. But totally worth it cuz I just adore him;-)


The best sweet potatoe fries ever!!!
This isn't an Arcadia home but its a very good looking modern home;-)
Don't mind the prego face hehehe

Dear Little Jesus please help me!!

I am so beyond excited to have my little girl... I am GIDDY most of the day just thinking about all the tiny faces she'll make and noises she'll gurgle. I cannot wait to play with her, and to see what color her hair is, and to get to know her amazing personality. I cannot wait to read to her, and teach her to shake her BOOTY CAKES! There are so many things to look forward to.

But as excited as I am to meet my child, I sometimes am not as excited to be a "Mom." You know, the whole MOM part of that parenting thing. Yes, perhaps I should have thought this through...TOO LATE!

Ha, but the "mom" parts I'm talking about are mostly the superficial and logistical ones. You know, things like, needing "mom jeans," having a "mom purse" and not realizing it...(though my sister (tenderly) informed me I already have a mom purse...and it's true, it's a horrible purse) giving "mom looks" and speaking in "a mom voice." Pushing a stroller, and carrying a car seat...THEY LOOK SO HEAVY! They are those "Mom" things you wish you could avoid, but know, will inevitably become a reality.

And what makes it all the more stressful is how many glamorous moms surround me, surround all of us. I think there is an UNREAL amount of pressure on moms, especially young moms, to be even THINNER, dress even HIPPER, and be even COOLER, than when they were not a mom. Like, they need to make up for their "momness" by being EVEN MORE of everything. Doing even more amazing things with their time, making the most beautiful meals, and always looking like they are NOT a mom.

I think we see a lot of that in blogging especially. Women who lose their baby weight within mere months, have a perfectly put together nursery, and somehow still don't seem as frazzled as I am on an hourly basis. How do they do it? I always wonder. And I sincerely don't think it's all a matter of everyone "trying too hard" or not having their priorities straight. I just think it always appears, to the outsider, that the other person has it altogether, and we do not.

I saw a small preview of that new documentary "Babies." I think it's out everywhere now.

It follows four babies from around the world through their first year of life. And the main thing I took away, other than we as American's are total WIMPS and way too worried about everything...was this feeling from the moms in Africa.

It shows these women, with the most unsightly, monstrous boobs you've EVER seen, and most of the time they are just tending to the babies and children. Now, I'm sure they do a lot of other work. Cooking, washing...but they live in huts, they have next to nothing. So I'm sure their cleaning routine is not as complicated as we all make ours.

Most of the time (in the documentary) they are sitting around, gossiping, and offering mammoth boobs to any child in need. And the part that struck me as so novel was: they don't look the least-bit antsy about it! They don't look like they are constantly thinking, "OH CRAP, I NEED TO GET THIS DONE TOO!" They look perfectly content doing exactly what they are doing. Which at this point in their lives, is taking care of their horribly adorable babies.

Anyway. I'm going to try to keep that in mind...you know, when I'm going out of my mind. But another comforting thing, when I start to stress about totally losing who I am and turning into a Momzilla...is this series of commercials for Sienna. My mother in law had this on her facebook which I just couldn't get enough of. Which I think, by the way, are BEYOND genius. I just wish I'd written them.

Oh and I'm seriously considering a swagger wagon in a few years lol...who knows!!!!!

Happy YU YU!!!!!!

Happy 28th Birthday my Old Grizzled Puffin!!!!

To my husband:

There's no one else in this world that makes me laugh till I literally pee my pants, makes the most weirdest faces and embarrasses me at the grocery store, and listens to awesome bands and real Hip hop, corrects my grammar, or listens to me cry and complain about dumb things as OFTEN as you do, and I sincerely appreciate you always letting me have a massive jar of pickles in the house at all times, as well as believing in ghosts and being superstitious about every little thing;-). I'll never be abe to say or write how much I love you OR say how freaking lucky I feel to get to have someone as wonderful as YOU in my life!!!. Thank you for loving me, especially when I make it hard. I know I can be immature lots and lots of times, but no matter how selfish and silly I get your always there to love me.... I love you to the moon and back JOSHUA KIRK!!! You are the rice to my FRIJOLES!!!!! lol.

Love your sexy BUNNY BUNS (WIFE) ;-)

Your so handsome I have to add some pics of you lol

MY little ONe

Dear Lovely KIKI!!! you are a little pain in my booty but you are everything to me and no matter how many Hospital trips and Doctor visits I have to make for you to be healthy and stay a little longer in my belly I will make those sacrifices. Your mum loves you and it sucks that my fluid levels go up and down as much as they do. But I'm doing the best to drink lots and lots of water so that you can stay healthy just like you have been.

Doctors keep telling me that you are super healthy and have lots of movement so thats a very good thing and your a very active baby. Plus my blood pressure and everything is in great condition so yep!!!! we are in good shape. I have about less than four weeks till your here or maybe even sooner than that. I can't wait to see what you look like, and can't wait to hold you in my arms love..

Love you,

MUMMY