It was a beautiful weekend for some time outdoors.
Occasionally brother and sister decide to work together for a common goal.
Feeding the cows
Ava after her first bath. Yummy towel.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Everyday life
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Week so far
Sleeping in sunshine.
Mommy hugs.
Daddy hugs.
Picnic. Ava's first real outing.
Very awake.
Kiss kiss.
Picking up rocks at the lake.
Cool.
Down by the riverside.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
More!
Staring up at her Daddy.
Ready to ride! Apparently her seat is pretty comfortable. She sighed, snuggled in, and snoozed all the way home.
Emily has never looked so big...
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Ava Wrynn McGowan
Baby Ava is finally here!
Arrived at hospital around 1:00 pm on July 14th and baby girl was born two and a half hours later. She was 7 lbs 3 oz and measured 21 inches. The cord was wrapped tightly around her neck when she got here, and the midwife had to cut her loose. As you can tell in the first few pictures, she was rather pale and in a little bit of shock. Her stats were good, however, so she was merely placed in observation for a couple hours and then returned to Mommy and Daddy. Since then, she has been none the worse for wear, and we are enjoying getting to know our beautiful new bundle. Click on the thumbnail below to see her album so far.
Arrived at hospital around 1:00 pm on July 14th and baby girl was born two and a half hours later. She was 7 lbs 3 oz and measured 21 inches. The cord was wrapped tightly around her neck when she got here, and the midwife had to cut her loose. As you can tell in the first few pictures, she was rather pale and in a little bit of shock. Her stats were good, however, so she was merely placed in observation for a couple hours and then returned to Mommy and Daddy. Since then, she has been none the worse for wear, and we are enjoying getting to know our beautiful new bundle. Click on the thumbnail below to see her album so far.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Thoughts on living
I've been so impatient for the arrival of this new baby that I’m neglecting things in the present.
When I first discovered that I was pregnant, I was convinced that something horrible was going to happen. It was an initial freak-out that has long-since passed. I'm no longer terrified by that possibility, but yet... What if something DID happen during labor and delivery? I would have failed to utilize the last few weeks that God has so graciously provided. Instead of soaking up precious time with David and Emily, I would have been unknowingly pushing for the end of my time with them.
This sense of worth in regards to life doesn't just apply to my pregnancy. My current condition is merely a catalyst to my thoughts. Rather, it applies (or should apply) to every second of every day. Why should I ever wish away valuable time...even in the anticipation of something good? Don’t get me wrong. I'm not expecting to catch the next train out of this world, but we never know when things might change for good...or how things might change. It has taken my current impatience to remind me that God has an all-knowing time table. For whatever reason, He has chosen to make us wait for baby Ava longer than we ever expected to. We can't understand the reasons, but yet we have to trust that it's for the best. Perhaps He is merely giving me a few more days to store up one-on-one time with David and Emily. I have had several wonderful moments with my children over the course of the last week...moments where I stopped and stared in wonder at their happy little faces. Those moments might have never come to pass if I had been preoccupied by a screaming newborn. Perhaps it is to help strengthen my relationship with my husband. The nearness of our latest addition and subsequent anticipation seem to have driven us closer together (at least as close as my ridiculously swollen feet will allow).
The bottom line is that I have once again reached a place where I step back and evaluate all that is dear to me. I am determined to slow down, drop the disinfecting wipes, and be held captive by the demands of my children. Instinct insists that I scrub the house into shape, but reason insists that I listen attentively as David teaches me to build a car. And how could I pass up the chance to be tugged through the house by Emily in her dress up shoes? Life is good. The garden smells nicer. The cats are cuter. My books are more interesting. And my husband has gotten me coffee more times in the past few weeks than I ever could have hoped. I'm living happily in the moment. If that moment involves a wee bundle, so be it...but if not, I'll be content to be content in the present.
When I first discovered that I was pregnant, I was convinced that something horrible was going to happen. It was an initial freak-out that has long-since passed. I'm no longer terrified by that possibility, but yet... What if something DID happen during labor and delivery? I would have failed to utilize the last few weeks that God has so graciously provided. Instead of soaking up precious time with David and Emily, I would have been unknowingly pushing for the end of my time with them.
This sense of worth in regards to life doesn't just apply to my pregnancy. My current condition is merely a catalyst to my thoughts. Rather, it applies (or should apply) to every second of every day. Why should I ever wish away valuable time...even in the anticipation of something good? Don’t get me wrong. I'm not expecting to catch the next train out of this world, but we never know when things might change for good...or how things might change. It has taken my current impatience to remind me that God has an all-knowing time table. For whatever reason, He has chosen to make us wait for baby Ava longer than we ever expected to. We can't understand the reasons, but yet we have to trust that it's for the best. Perhaps He is merely giving me a few more days to store up one-on-one time with David and Emily. I have had several wonderful moments with my children over the course of the last week...moments where I stopped and stared in wonder at their happy little faces. Those moments might have never come to pass if I had been preoccupied by a screaming newborn. Perhaps it is to help strengthen my relationship with my husband. The nearness of our latest addition and subsequent anticipation seem to have driven us closer together (at least as close as my ridiculously swollen feet will allow).
The bottom line is that I have once again reached a place where I step back and evaluate all that is dear to me. I am determined to slow down, drop the disinfecting wipes, and be held captive by the demands of my children. Instinct insists that I scrub the house into shape, but reason insists that I listen attentively as David teaches me to build a car. And how could I pass up the chance to be tugged through the house by Emily in her dress up shoes? Life is good. The garden smells nicer. The cats are cuter. My books are more interesting. And my husband has gotten me coffee more times in the past few weeks than I ever could have hoped. I'm living happily in the moment. If that moment involves a wee bundle, so be it...but if not, I'll be content to be content in the present.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Independence Day
David's sunshine squint as he watches the steam engine parade.
Emily isn't quite sure what to make of the parade nonsense. Lots of people and lots of noise.
Miss Patriotic
Pool time at the low country boil.
Everyday happenings
Finally! Enough hair for pigtails!
My grandfather doesn't grow tomato plants. He grows tomato trees.
Just to give you an idea, the cages around the plant are five feet tall...
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