Baby Girl’s Name

Choosing a name is so much more difficult the second time around! With Emmalyn, we pretty much knew right away what we wanted to name her. We threw around ‘Olivia’ and ‘Amelia’ for a while, but we loved the name Emmy and my husband actually came up with Emmalyn as a more “sophisticated” name. Done! In the first trimester. Woop!Woop! (& as you know, we just chose to keep her name a secret until she popped out!)

Now we are a little more than halfway through and I’m having nightmares that Lil Sis won’t have a name come Birth Day. My nightmares actually consist of us coming home from the hospital, and her still not having a name two days postpartum. The nightmares continue with me crying; feeling super frustrated and pressured to pick The Perfect Name.

We have an on-going list of about twenty names, but only a handful are semi-semi-serious contenders. If we had a boy, the name was already decided months ago… Alexander. Piece of cake. I think it’s a tougher decision the second time around because she’s the second girl and her name has to *go* with Emmalyn’s. It has to fit in the same category of “unique,” (or whatever that means these days) but not too far-fetched. Both ‘Emma’ and ‘Lyn(n)’ are classic, traditional, and southern-sounding names. Therefore, we feel like Lil Sis’ name needs to match that. Then there’s the whole nickname situation: I feel like we must give this next baby a nickname because Big Sis has a nickname. I want her to have a nickname not just to be fair, but I think nicknames are fun and cute, too. 

With Emmalyn, we were able to *try out* her name. We would call her by name in conversation and hear it out loud to see if it was fitting for our family. This time around, it’s quite difficult because we don’t want to confuse our big three year-old. If we start calling the baby by a name, say, for a week or two, and Emmalyn picks it up, what’s she going to think if we change it on her?? Instead, we’ve been writing names on her chalkboard, looking at them and soaking them in whenever we walk by.

We have casually and fleetingly thrown around names over the dinner table and have asked Emmalyn what she thinks about them, too. We’ve even asked her what she wants her little sister’s name to be. So far she’s come up with: Minnie Mouse, Baby Ariel, Boopy Baby, and Lasagna. 

While those are great options, Em, the nicknames are looking a little bleak…

We were set on a name–or so we thought–but then realized it’s a name that has been recently been climbing the popularity charts. We actually just met a little girl Emmalyn’s age, named Emma (coincidentally), who’s new baby sister was just named this. I won’t say the name just in case we still use it… I love the name regardless, and am in denial that it’s becoming popular, but Blake has pretty much closed the door to it. (If you’re pregnant and looking at the The Charts, too, you can probably guess what it is…)

We won’t be like the family who is asking the Internet to name their baby, but any suggestions are greatly appreciated! 😉

If you have more than one child of the same gender, how did you decide on #2’s name? Did it come to you right away or were you making last-minute decisions while the Birth Certificate was dangling in front of your face?


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It’s Official… We’re Having A….

We are now unashamedly accepting donations.

Why? You may ask.


Our family is being filled with more bows, tutus, and tiaras!

I think the hubs and I were both a little shocked, as we were kind of thinking it was a boy, but honestly I’m sort of relieved on the amount of money we will save on allthegirlythings because goodness gracious there’s a lot of it!

Plus, Emmalyn’s reaction was priceless. I sincerely thought she wouldn’t *get it* but when we told her, she screamed and jumped into my arms, patting my back. It was beautiful.

It took a couple of days for the news to settle in, but we’re extremely thrilled and feel incredibly blessed to be bringing another little girl into the world. I mean, we did so great the first time around… 😉


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& I’m back!

I finally feel like a normal person again! & I finally have a computer back. After some technical glitches… umm, like losing e v e r y t h i n g on my laptop, I have a fresh start. Yep. Losing everything on your hard drive is a major bummer, let me tell ‘ya. I lost three chapters of my novel, our budget, tons of medical references, numerous journal entries, and who knows what else! It would have cost at least $600 to have the data recovered, and that’s just money we weren’t willing to spend. The only thing I can take away from this whole situation is back!it!up!

In other news, I am 16 weeks preggers and no longer nauseous! Yippity skippity! I woke up on Thanksgiving feeling like a completely different person. People kept telling me *16* was the magic number. I guess they were right.

We are finally back in our home as a family. After nearly six weeks of staying with family, Emmalyn and I have been reunited with our favorite man! On the seven hour drive back, Emmalyn cried that she didn’t want to go to her “blue house”–that she wanted to go back to GG and BopBop’s house (my parents). It was so pitiful… However, once we drove down our street she was excited, and even more thrilled to be back with all her toys. It was like Chirstmas Day!

Even though I hated being away from my husband for so long (I saw him for 72 hours within six weeks), we really did have a memorable *vacation*. Emmalyn and I got to hang out with our best friends and go on multiple fun play dates. We went to Sea World once, and Disney four times.

The best part of our trip was when Daddy flew in and joined us for a Disney Princess Breakfast for Emmalyn’s 3rd birthday. Both sets of grandparents were there, and it was such a memorable and magical day! I could write a whole other post on just this day…

{took emmy to our engagement spot at epcot}

We were fotunate to be able to celebrate Emmy’s birthday with all her favorite friends from “back home”. Originally, when making the decision to take a change of scenery, I was bummed she wouldn’t have a birthday party with her friends for school, but spending her day with the little friends she’s grown to love was much more meaningful. She greeted almost all of her guests at the door and we didn’t even tell her to! I know that in the three year-old heart of hers, she was super appreciative.

I was extremely nervous about Emmalyn going back to school today. After all, it has been about six weeks. Last night she told me, “Mommy, don’t ever leave me. Ever. {holds my chin} Understand?” Yipes!! It was quite dramatic. But this morning we were talking about all her friends and the fun things she would do at school. When I dropped her off, she walked right in with a big smile on her face. & when I picked her up? Even bigger smile! She told me she had a really fun day. Phew!

So there ya have it, friends! Just a little update. More to come on “prego bumpdates”, Emmalyn’s birthday, and getting back into the swing of things!

It’s good to be back!



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My baby girl will be two in two days. 
I cannot believe it.
I cannot. I cannot. I cannot.
{the little engine who could, anyone?}
What was I saying?
Oh yes! Emmalyn will be two on Saturday.
It’s crazy. 
You know, when Emmalyn turned one, it was exciting to me. It meant we had *survived* the first year of parenthood. But now that she’s turning two, I’m kind of sad. It means she’s not a baby anymore. Now, some could argue she hasn’t been a baby for a while now with the way she can carry on a completely comprehensible conversation with strangers, but otherwise she’s a baby.
Two is not a baby anymore. She’s seriously so grown up. I know, it sounds kind of ridiculous, but she is. She says things like:
“How are you?”
“Where are we going next?”
“Name’s Emmy. Nice to meet you.”
“Indy’s a good boy. I feed Indy Cheerios. He’s hungry. Indy’s so funny.”
“May I have it?”
“Come here. I have to tell you something.”
“Did you have fun at yoga, Mommy?”
It’s unreal.
She knows her ABC’s, counts to 16, counts backwards from 6, can spell “Emmy”, and can do a forward roll. She sings songs from The Sound of Music and Mary Poppins, in addition to the toddler standards.
& turning two would not be complete without a full-on tantrum in Target. One that involves kicking, screaming, and throwing oneself onto the floor–all because one does not want to sit in the cart.
Like I was saying, she’s not a baby anymore. 
Because I always look on the bright side, I know I should be thankful my daughter is two. & trust me, I am. I am seriously so super blessed to have a healthy and happy little girl.
But for reals… TWO?!
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more to come // we are celebrating emmy’s 2nd birthday this saturday… chicka chicka boom boom style
even more to come // how i am doing two years after postpartum depression

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Flashback Friday

There are many… I repeat, MANY things I have anticipated sharing on my little piece of Interspace {i.e. Our Wedding Celebration… Emmy’s 1st Birthday… etc…} but for some reason or another I never got around to it.
Instead of feeling bad,  I’m just going to present this as: Flashback Friday. It’s a time where I will get caught up on important events from the past. Will I do it every Friday? Probably not. So it’ll be extra special when I do! 😉
So here’s my first…

What? Emmalyn’s 1st Birthday Party
                     {guess I better high-light this before she turns 2 in two months!!}

When? Saturday, November 19, 2011 (actual bday is 11/17)
Where? Our backyard {a.k.a. Emmalyn’s Enchanted Forest}
Who? So many of our family and closest friends came to celebrate our daughter’s first year of life. First birthdays are more for the parents, don’t you think? The invites should have said something like, “Come celebrate Katie and Blake’s first year of parenthood–they made it out alive!”
^ That’s my Dad! ^
yes, we like to dress up for celebrations.
& yes, that was my ballet recital costume from when I was 12.
Why? Go big or go home, right? I have never been one to comfortably enjoy celebrating my own birthday (I just don’t like being the center-of-attention), but I LOVE celebrating other people’s birthdays. & now that I have my daughter… well, that just makes me want to go crazy overboard! Planning, organizing, and creating events like these fulfill me. I love everything that’s involved in the process. It gets my creative juices flowing and is a sort of cheap therapy for me! 
In lei of gifts, we invited people to bring an item to contribute to Emmalyn’s “Time Capsule” to be opened on her 18th birthday. We received such creative things: from grocery store ads, to an iPhone case, to video diaries… some were wrapped up so even I couldn’t sneak a peak for another 18 years!
How? The whole party could not have been possible without the help of our super generous parents!
Before digging in to all the grub, we invited everyone to hold hands in a circle. It was by far my favorite part of the whole party. Blake opened up with a prayer of thanks, always knowing the perfect words to say. I, someone who barely speaks publicly, thanked everyone for all of their patience and support over the past year.
Everyone who was present knew of the postpartum nightmare I went through, and many of them went above and beyond to unselfishly take care of my new little family and me. It was such a surreal, emotional, humbling, and out-of-body experience, standing in that circle. In a second’s time, my mind flashed-back to all of the joy and pain I endured. But mostly, the circle of prayer brought me hope. Hope that I could make it through anything, after surviving the past year.
All I needed was a little faith, trust, and pixie dust 😉

A Retirement Letter

Dear Mr. Bumb O. Chair,

You have been such an admirable addition to our family. After adopting and welcoming you into our home, you never once disappointed us. You have been loyal to my daughter, and are immensely loved by our family. It’s going to be quite an arduous adjustment to no longer share in your company day after day.

I deeply apologize for my daughter’s growth and strength–resulting in your retirement. If I could keep her from climbing out of your foundation, I would. Thank you for the past six months of your cooperation and support. We’ve shared wonderful memories with you–including several birthdays, Easter, our Marriage Celebration, Mother’s & Father’s Day, family vacations–& not to mention, the numerous ordinary, but nonetheless special days.

You’ve endured a lot while staying with us. You’ve tolerated dried-up sweet potatoes and poop explosions, never once complaining. And while your name was often mistaken for “Dumbo,” “Bumpy,” “Boppy,” and “Dumpy,” by friends and family, you always continued to hold your composure. Thank you for helping make my life a lot easier. You are Man’s Greatest Gift to the World. I would be honored to write you a recommendation should you need it in the future.

I pray you enjoy your temporary home in The Attic. I hope you will consider coming out of retirement in 2.5-3 years, as I will be grateful for your assistance once more. I will miss you dearly, my friend. But this is not goodbye–it’s “I’ll see ya later!”

Graciously Yours,
Momma Kate
(& Emmy)

{love at 6.5 weeks old 1st sight}

6 Months! & I Spy Something Shiny!

Emmalyn Grace

You are 6 months old!
{May 17, 2011} 

6-Month Baby Stats

What did I do to deserve such a great little sleeper?! You are ready to go to bed anywhere between 7 & 8pm, and don’t make a peep until 7 or 8 the next morning. You wake up so happy, too, “talking” and babbling like it’s nobody’s business. It’s my favorite time of the day with you.

Daily Routine
Not much has changed in the routine department. You wake up between 7 & 8, are up for an hour, then go down for a nap that lasts anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours. After your first nap, you eat solids, then are up & playing like a fool. In the later afternoon you gobble up some more solids. You start fussing sometimes as early as 6, so it’s bathtime {which you love!} followed by a bottle, book, songs, & prayer.

So far, you’ve had brown rice, sweet potatoes, peas, and pears. Your favorite is pears, followed by peas. Next, I think we’re going to try carrots. I am making 90% of your food. However, because of the move, and our freezer going kaputz, you had organic peas in a jar. The pediatrician gave us the go-ahead on puff-snacks and meats… yum!

At birth: 6lbs 14oz
Current: 14lbs 12 oz

At birth: 20 inches
Current: 25.5 inches

Diaper Size


Clothes Size
Anywhere from 3 to 9 months. Ya never know!

Hair Color
At birth: bald
Currently: my MIL thinks dark, hubby thinks blonde… so we’re going with golden brown lol

Eye Color
At birth: dark blue
1 month: slate grayish/blue
2 months: dark brownish/green
3 months: brown with hints of green… debatable 
4 months: looking like they’re going to be brown like your mama, although there’s still a shimmer of green
5 months: Brown!
6 months: still brown, like yours truly

Mommy’s favorite moments

Hands down… when you laugh! It is the most magical sound in the world. I’m also loving that your personality is really coming out. Oh! And it doesn’t hurt either when strangers in stores compliment how well-behaved you are. At Easter Mass, you were awake and quiet the entire time. I base it on the fact that we’ve been taking you in public since you were itty bitty, so you just know.


You’re sitting up on your own!!

You are also getting on all fours, & rock back and forth. Any day now, you could be crawling. Let’s not get carried away yet, though. Mama’s not ready for this yet!
Today at the doctor’s office, you said, “DADDY” as clear as day. The pediatrician looked at us like, “Did that really just happen??” It was crazy. Now, we all know that she doesn’t actually know that her daddy is called “daddy,” but we can pretend, right?! Throughout the rest of the well check-up, she kept saying, dadadadada. Love it!

Your favorite toy

Anything and everything you can get your hands on. You reach for everything in your sight. Gone are the days of leaving things around the house. But you sure are a reader. You’ve been turning cardboard-book pages for over a month now. 


1st Passover with mommy, GG, & Grandpa
1st time you reached for your GG
1st Easter
1st night at the new house
1st time Auntie Shell & Uncle Mike babysat
1st time eating peas & pears
1st Mother’s Day
1st time in the pool at GG & Grandpa’s house

1st time you put your toes in your mouth
1st bath with cousin Lucas at Mimo & Papo’s


drum roll please…

this is a big one….


GG pierced mommy’s at 4 months, so when we went to the doctor today, mommy asked the doc if she does it in her office. She said yes, so we did it! You only cried during the piercing, and less than a few minutes after. You were such a champ!
{i know people have their opinions about this, but it was our choice as a family. i’m so glad my mom had mine down as an infant, so i wanted the same for my daughter}

i cannot believe you are six months!! 
emmalyn grace, you bring me so much love and joy

i love you, emmycakes!

forever your mommy!



We’re having a baby!!

I’ll say it again…. we’re having a baby!!!

My contractions were very intense this morning when I woke up around 6:30. I decided to eat something then see about going back to the hospital, BUT I couldn’t make it through… I ate in the car.

We get to the hospital and see my doctor in the parking lot. I had a contraction so bad that I needed to stop in the middle of the lot. He followed us into the hospital and said he’d probably just go ahead and admit me. I told him my contractions had been three minutes apart since 4pm YESTERDAY. He said we’d go ahead and break my water.

((freak out)) 

I started getting nervous!! But excited…

They almost immediately broke my water. I didn’t hurt at all.


The contractions started coming much more intense!! Like, unbearable! I was proud of myself for breathing through them (because I’m normally a breath-holder), but they were getting to the point where I was doubling over and moaning. And they were one right after the next.

Cock-tail, anyone??

Yes, I got the big E. And nope, don’t regret it. The atmosphere and environment in the room has done a complete 180. (I’ll go into more details when I write her birth story)

Any way… so I got here at 8ish, and it’s now 12:30pm. They gave me pitocin to speed things up. At the last check, not too long ago, I was 3-4 cm and 100% effaced.

SO…. There’s going to be a baby very soon!!! 

My mom and B are with me, thank goodness. And B’s family are on their way. My dad will be here tomorrow.

Thank you, everyone, for all your continuous prayers. I’m truly grateful!! 

Next time I post, I’ll be a Mommy!!!!!!!!!!

Is it weird…

…that I actually prayed my water would break in Walmart?

No? Okay, phew

Clearly, y’all know we made it through Blake’s test. YES! After he came home on Friday he said to me, “Wanna have a baby?” Yes, please. Let’s do it. So since Friday I have not! stopped! moving! The week leading up to his test, I was the Queen of the Couch Potatoes. I was afraid that if I moved around or did too much, I might send myself into labor. But now… Now, I don’t want to stop! 

On Saturday, my friend from college came in town to have lunch with me. I was sooo thankful I finally had enough energy to do something like this! Back in October? notsomuch. After she left to go home, B and I went to Wally World. I wanted to stock up on things like hand sanitizer, tissues, lysol, etc. (Yes, I’m a germ-freak, and yes, I was actually thinking of writing a post on just that.) Any way, I wanted to get odds ‘n end things like that, as well as toilet paper, mascara, prenatals, you name it… so when the baby comes we won’t have to run out to the store when we’re on our last square of toilet paper. So, as we’re walking the aisles, all I’m thinking about is… I really hope my water breaks. Like. Right. Now. Never thought I’d say that! {Now I know only like 15% of women actually have their water break before going to the hospital, but hey! I could be that 15%!}

My friend Heather told me to keep it classy and go to Target. {bwahaha}

On Sunday, B had a flag football game in the morning, then we were off to Babies R Us. I had a few duplicate things I needed to exchange, plus I really wanted to get Little Miss a holiday outfit (or two). The closest BRU is 45 minutes away, yo! But, we ventured out there any way, and I don’t know what the BRU’s look like where you live, but I was thoroughly disappointed in their holiday attire selection. I don’t know if every nine month-preggers momma had beat me there, but there was not.a.single. newborn outfit! As if! We had store credit though, and since BRU isn’t exactly around the corner, we ended up picking a 0-3 month sweater dress, but I wasn’t 100% in love with it.

Onto the next errand… THE OUTLETS!! {a.k.a. Heaven} B desperately needed new sunglasses, as his recently broke. I was excited for him, but even more excited for me to walk! While we were in one of the stores, I felt two contractions. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! B found some great shades, then we were off to the baby stores! The first two stores we went in didn’t have any newborn holiday outfits. Very discouraging. The second one had the cutest little dresses, but for… Excuse me? How much did you say? $50 for a dress? A dress that’s the size of my hand? Thanks, but no thanks.

Moving on.

The last baby store on the list was Carter’s. They had your typical red and white Santa and reindeer onesies and there were a ton of newborns, but I was looking for something else. We head over to the girl’s side and ohmygah! There were the cutest newborn holiday dresses I have ever seen in my entire life. Seriously. Oh, and what’s that? They’re 50% off, too?! Oh, how I love you Carter’s! After browsing the aisles five hundred million times, we picked out a Chanukah dress, Christmas dress, and white cardigan to go with both. And how much did it cost us? $36 for ALL. Take that $50 rip-off dress!

Needless to say, I’m o.b.s.e.s.s.e.d. And if you thought I’d share pics, you’ve got to be kidding! You’ll just have to wait 😉

Back to the walking… I walked three hours and all I got were three lousy contractions? What.the.heck. Even when we got home, I sat myself on the exercise ball and bounced to the moon and back. Oh! And have I also mentioned I’ve been sweeping, straightening up, and cleaning? (Well, my definition of cleaning might not be yours. I’m no Susie Homemaker, but still!)

Today I plan on swiffering the floors, cleaning the cabinets & appliances, and starting on Baby Girl’s wall art for above her crib. Tomorrow, Indy’s going to the puppy parlor, since I don’t know when we’ll be able to take him again, then we have a baby doc appointment. I can’t wait to see if there’s been any progress. Fingers crossed, y’all!

Happy Monday!!

Thank you to everyone for their smileys and x’s and o’s yesterday. You don’t know how much it means to me. I’m doing a lot better. Thank you.

Doggy Dog Dilemma

I wish we all lived in a “doggy dog world.” 
{Modern Family, anyone??}

I don’t have too many fears about the baby coming. I have been around babies my whole life, and while I’m no expert by ANY means, I feel very comfortable and confident around babies. 

BUT… my one fear is my furbaby, Indy. If you don’t already know, Indy is a 5.2-pound toy poodle. He turned one in June and we’ve had him since he was two months old. 

To say that he’s a spoiled little mama’s boy is an understatement. I’ve always wanted a “lap dog” and that’s e.x.a.c.t.l.y. what I got. He follows me around, lays on my lap, takes naps with me, and is all around a very good dog for Blake and me. I love it! With that being said, he’s not really a people-person. He loves my parents, and just recently he’s warmed up to my in-laws, and our next-door neighbor, but otherwise, he barks at everyone else. I tried introducing him to people when he was younger–he just never really adjusted (mom fail?). Even when I went to the breeder to pick out a dog, Indy didn’t want to play or come to me. That quickly changed as soon as we got home. He’s been glued to my hip ever since, especially since I’m home all day long nowadays. 

Don’t even get me started when the doorbell rings. I don’t mind two or three warning barks, but I have a hard time getting him to stop. It’s really hit or miss whether he listens to me (and Blake) or not. I looked up videos on YouTube and a lot of them say to reward your dog with a treat so they relate the doorbell with something good. So I tried that. But, Indy wants nothing to do with the treat. He’s way too distracted to be interested in some lame-o treat.

Also, if I’m sitting on the couch and someone abruptly comes over to me (whether to give me a hug or hand me something) he jumps in between us and will occasionally snap. He doesn’t actually bite the person, but comes pretty close. I know he’s just being protective of me, but it makes me nervous for the other person!!!

{face of a killer!}

The biggest concern of mine though, is he doesn’t like kids!! YIKES! The two times we’ve taken him to my sister-in-law’s, he does not like our nephew, Lucas, who’s two years-old. He sniffs at him, but as soon as Lucas runs or reaches for a toy, Indy barks, growls, or snaps at him. That scares me. One time my mom and I brought Indy over to a friend of the family’s house and they have a three year-old. If Indy was on the floor he just ran around the kitchen and didn’t bother Adam. But then, my mom was holding Indy and Adam came up to show my mom something and Indy snapped at him. UGH! 

What’s going to happen when our baby is born?!

The hospital and friends have told us to have Blake bring home the baby’s hat and put it in Indy’s crate before we come home from the hospital. Then, when we do come home, I go in first by myself, greet Indy, then Blake comes in with the baby and we let him sniff her. We’re definitely willing to try it. 

I have confidence in Indy that he’ll be okay around the baby since she’s a part of ME, and I believe dogs can sense that sort of thing, but I’m terribly concerned about his protective behavior. What is he going to do if my mom (or someone else) comes over to take the baby from me? A part of me thinks he’ll snap at my mom because he’s protecting me and the baby. 

I know for sure though, that I will never leave Indy alone with the baby. You just never know. It only takes two seconds to put the baby in her crib if I have to run out of the room real quick. I’m thankful Indy is still pretty much a puppy, that he’s not so set in his ways, and he and the baby can grow up together. I’m hoping he will adjust well. Of course I’d never choose my dog over my baby, but it would break!my!heart! to have to send Indy to my parents. I’m so attached to this dog! 

I wish we would have done training with him earlier on, but I didn’t realize how big of a deal his behavior was. Now, there’s no time to do training since the baby’s coming. Does anyone have any suggestions as to what we can do to help make this transition easier, and prevent him from becoming too protective or aggressive…??