Boy oh Boy!

Remember this blog? You know the one about how I used to be so uncreative (is that a word) and then I somehow was inspired over and over again by the changes in my life? Well, it has happened again. Rock-A-Bow has a new inspiration and his name is Talon. That's right folks, my baby boy has got me creating fun new things. We have burp cloths, tag blankets and onsies. I'm even thinking of venturing into the world known as pee pee teepees. What do you think?

Rock-A-Bow released the new items at a very small neighborhood boutique. They won't be going up on the website for a while since I'm trying to stock up for all of the holiday boutiques I will be participating in but you can take a look at these pictures I have for you. These are from that neighborhood boutique I told you about.

Don't worry I will keep you posted on when and where all these boutiques will be and if you can't make it to one, you can always custom order whatever you need!

Anyhow, here are some pictures for ya!

Don't worry there is still lots of girlyness going on at Rock-A-Bow!

Bringing Home Baby- Talon Reid Murphy

Ahhh an induction. I have a love hate relationship with inductions. I hate them because the labor is harder. The love factor? I was completely prepared for Talon's arrival. Bags were packed, babysitter for Rhiannon was all lined up and hubby already had the day off. Oh, and you have a perk too, I know the exact minute everything happened. Makes it really easy for you to follow along.

I was told to call at 6am to confirm that Hoag Hospital would be ready for my appointment at 7am. I could not sleep the entire night before. Could you? I mean I knew I would be holding my baby boy soon. When 6 o'clock finally rolled around HOAG WAS BOOKED! Were these people for real? I was up all night and all these women decided to have their babies and leave no room for me? Okay, I know that they didn't plan when they went into labor but that is how I felt at the moment. They told us to call back at 830am to see if there was room yet. Thankfully there was (sort of), we were told to be there at 10.

We arrived at the hospital at 9:45 only to be told that they were still a little busy so we would have to wait in the waiting room. How odd it felt to be sitting in the labor and delivery waiting room waiting for none other than my own baby.

At 10:30 they finally got me into a room and all checked in. I was dilated to 2cm upon arrival. My water was broke and IV's including pitocin were placed by 12pm. At 12:20, I had my first contraction. See how convenient that is. It was all on paper from beginning to end.

Contractions started off pretty light, I was actually asking Steven everytime I had one. "Babe, check, was that one?" I thought maybe I was eager and just imagining things. Around 2:20 contractions were evident and the epidural was in. Did I need it yet? Probably not but why feel pain if you don't have to? This is when the waiting game really began. All there was to do was lay down and roll from side to side. Ah the torture. When would he be here?

At 5:00 I was dilated to 5cm. I was told that if things didn't start progressing a little faster that they would put in an internal monitor to see just how strong these contractions were (since my 1st baby was born in 9hrs. they thought I should be moving along a little quicker). At 6:00 I was checked again and I was at 9.5cm. WOW when did that happen? It was time. Where was the doctor? It took her about 15 minutes to get there. "I could be pushing" is all I could think the whole time I was waiting for her to arrive.

In comes the doctor. While she scrubbed in, the nurses broke down the bed. It was go time. At 6:25 it was time to start pushing. After 5 pushes he was crowning. The first thing the Doctor said when she saw his head was "How big did I say this baby would be?". My husband told her that she had estimated 8lb. Her response "This is a really big baby..." Yeah, that is something I want to hear as I'm pushing the baby out. Whether I wanted to hear it or not it was evident with every push. One, because I could feel it and Two, because everyone kept informing me "This is a really big baby". After a few more pushes he was here, in my arms finally. Talon was born at 6:47pm (a grand total of 6hr and 24 min) weighing in at 9lb 9oz and measuring 22.5". They were right he was a big baby indeed!
Due to how quickly he had come out, combined with his size his face was slightly bruised. I was also informed by my husband that when he first started crowning the dr had to remove the umbilical cord from his neck. It took him a few minutes to cry and a little longer for his breathing to sound normal but at the end of the day we had a big healthy baby boy. Our miracle baby has arrived!
We are now home and happy...Especially Talon's big sister Rhiannon!

Where is Toddler Talk?

I know, I know, I just started posting a weekly blog and already it has stopped. As of today I am 37 weeks pregnant with an almost 2 year old. I promise that after this baby comes there will be more toddler talk and plenty of other blog posts. Sorry for now. But check back soon for more good stuff, even pictures of a new baby boy!

Toddler Talk Tuesday- Week 4

Submitted by my Readers:
Kiera: How far is Michael's?
Me: Not far.
Kiera: Can we walk there?
Me: Not today, Mommy doesn't have the energy (at the end of a cold)
Kiera: I'll walk slowly!

Overheard:
Overheard a conversation between a 3-4yr. old and his mom while shopping at Target. It appeared they were spending birthday money or something of that nature.
Child: MOMMMMMY I WANT THIS!!! (big odd shaped box in hands)
Mom: What is it?
Child: I don't know...come look!!!!

Some of my own:
Driving on the freeway someone sped around us nearly hitting our front end and the back end of a semi. I said "WOW Buddy", Rhiannon throws her hands in the air and yells "Buddy!"- Road Rage at an early age?

While in the car I gave Rhiannon a cookie. I looked back to find it crumbled up everywhere.
Mommy: Rhiannon what happened to your cookie?
Rhiannon: (very matter of factly) The coo coo did it.
:::A minute passes:::
Rhiannon: (rubbing her hands together to clean them off) MOMMY the coo coo eating me!

Playing the back bay Rhiannon sees some fish jumping super high. She yells "BUNNY SHISHY"

You Might Be A Mommy...

*After my husband was done teasing me for some of the things I do now that I am a mom, we thought it would be fun if I put together a list of a few of them. Here it is.

You Might be a Mommy if…

• You find yourself quoting Tigger, from Winnie the Pooh.
  
  
• You bounce or rock back and forth while waiting in lines, only to discover there’s no baby on your hip.
  
  
• You can’t find your keys/wallet/phone and the first place you look is in the clothes hamper or toy box.
  
  
• You find yourself singing Old MacDonald in the car...alone!
  
  
• You have ever held out your hands to catch vomit...
  
  
• You can find at least one Goldfish at the bottom of every bag you own.
  
  
• You see a mom from your child's playgroup at the store and remember her baby’s name but not hers.

Toddler Talk Tuesday- Week 3

Submitted by my readers:
Baby Em is laying on her play mat playing with her toys.
Anbo is standing over her talking.
Anbo: Baby sister Eat?
Em: smiles
Anbo: Baby Sister Eat? (with this look in her eye)
Em: giggles

Anbo lifts up her dress and tries to "feed" Baby sister!
(Baby Em is a breastfed baby)
Submitted by Anbo's mommy, Tess


We have been really working with Trevor on his BIG BOY aggressive play. He hits and gets excited, which is a type of play that we do not tolerate. We have been telling him that it is not nice and not loving to hit, and then we pray and he gets a time-out.
I have tried to explain to him that friends do not hit.
Well, he hit me and I said "Ouch!" He responded, " It's OK Mama, we are friends." Then he folded his hands and 1/2 way closed his eyes. He said, "Dear Jesus, help be nice boy. Amen. And thank You for my toy cars." Silly boy!
Submitted by Trevor's Mommy, Holli


"A" has green fingers from eating Candy.
Walks into the room with finger in the air.
Convo:
"A": Mommy there candy in my agina
mommy: no "A" there is no candy in your vagina.
"A" with a look of panic looks at her finger, : Mommy there is green candy in my agina!

(We think she stuck her finger in her diaper and felt pee, saw her finger and assumed the green stained finger was from her agina, we told her to never say that again, while in tears laughing)
Submitted by: An Anonymous Mommy


A Few of My Own:
As we were getting ready to get out of the car I asked Rhiannon "Are you ready to shop, shop, shop". Rhiannon nods her head yes. A few second later Daddy opens the door and Rhiannon says in excitement with huge eyes "Daddy, SHOPPPPP!" - not really a funny story but a proud mommy moment indeed!


Rhiannon kept kissing the mirror I had JUST cleaned. Usually I don't care but I didn't know if the Window Cleaner had even dried yet...so I told her to stop kissing the mirror. Her response?
"Mommy baby issss preeettttyyy".

4 Years and Counting!

Four years ago today I married my best friend and love of my life. I was terribly sick, gas poisoning. If I was not throwing up, I was ready to pass out. Despite all of the hardships of the day I still remember it as one of the two (soon to be three) best days of my life.
Steven and I were married at Plaza Bible Church. It was the perfect setting, super romantic. My poor guests just had to deal with the heat. Somehow the heat was turned on instead of the air. One of the groomsmen fainted as he walked back down the aisle. By the grace of God I did not feel overheated or sick the entire time we were in the church.The reception was at The California Plaza, it was so hot and I was so sick...but I made it through the day. However, I did not get to enjoy a piece of my wedding cake until our 1 year anniversary and I'm a little bitter about that.
Why am I sharing all of this? So I can tell you that our marriage has been the same exact way. Haha. A complete whirlwind! Moving from one place to another on a regular basis and dealing with all the challenges life has thrown at us.
We got through the chaos on the day of our wedding and in the past 4 years because of two things, our love for eachother and our faith in/love for God. Best four years ever? Yes, indeed. Enjoy some of my wedding pictures with me, will you?