Two Weeks Old

Lily is 2 weeks old today! We have already had such a wonderful time with Lily in those 2 short weeks. We took her to the doctor yesterday and learned that she is doing great! She gained weight and grew since she was born. She now weighs 7 lbs and is 20 inches long! We were so proud of her. The doctor said her color looked great. Lily eats well, sleeps well (for a newborn!) and is an all around great baby. We are so happy we have her.

Lily Belle Peterson

Brett and I would like to welcome Lily Belle Peterson to our family. Miss Lily came 13 days early and was born on August 17, 2011. She weighed 6 pounds 9 ounces and was 18 inches long.

I woke up the day before Lily was born feeling contractions that turned out to be a false alarm. That night, I went into labor with contractions starting at 11:30pm. At 5am, we called the doctor and he sent us to the hospital. We were so worried that it would be another false alarm, but happily it wasn’t. By the time we got to the hospital, I was 4cm dilated and 90% effaced–Baby was coming!! After a few more hours, and a welcome epidural, Lily Belle Peterson was born!

waiting for Lily to come!

Proud Papa

Since then, we have just stared at Lily and loved every minute we get to spend with her. Everything she does is adorable because it is miniature sized. We love to count her fingers, tickle her toes, stare at her while she sleeps, laugh at her funny faces, smell her soft baby skin and just love her all day long. Welcome Lily Belle! We’re so glad you’re here!

More pictures of Lily at http://brettandsarahpeterson.com/pictures/LilyBelle/

36 weeks…and counting

I’m 36 weeks along in my pregnancy, coming up on 37 in a few days. I can’t believe how the time has gone by. Sometimes when I think about it, it seems like I have been pregnant for a long time. Especially since I found out I was pregnant right before Christmas. Doesn’t Christmas feel like it was forever ago? At the same time it feels like the time has gone by really fast! I can’t believe I have less than 4 weeks until her due date! Are we ready?? Sometimes I think we are. We’ve been planning and anticipating for her arrival for so long that part of me just wishes she would come already! I can’t wait to see her. Then I think about all the responsibilities that are about to be mine and I get nervous. Am I going to be a good mom? What if I make a mistake? Can I figure out this whole feeding/sleeping (or not sleeping) thing? What if she gets a cold? What if I get a cold?

But overall, I’m more excited then nervous. I know I have no real idea what I’m getting myself into because I have never experienced it myself. I can only go by what others offer. And it’s the anxiety of the unknown that gets ya. So I decided I’m going to be excited instead of nervous. I’m excited to see her little face and tickle her belly. I’m excited to play with her tiny hands and toes. I’m excited to hold her and know she is mine. I’m excited for the family it will instantly make for Brett and me. I’m excited to see Brett as a Daddy. He is such an amazing husband already, I can only imagine what a great father he will be too.

I went to the doctor this morning and he said everything is right on track! My belly measured well, her heartbeat was strong and I am progressing nicely towards the 30th. It makes me so excited because it all means she is coming!!! As much as I love having her with me and feeling her move all the time, I truly can’t wait for my little girl to come!

Clancy…or Beany?

When I was little, I had a few dollars to spend that I got from the tooth fairy or from my birthday (or something). I didn’t often have money as a kid so when I got some, I wanted to spend it so fast! I was at the store one day with my mom when I saw the most adorable stuffed animal bear I had ever seen. We were just about to leave the store so I had to make a decision fast: buy the little guy or leave him. I looked at his adorable face and knew he was my bear. I bought him. I paid probably $3 for him and I loved him. It was right before all those ty beanie babies were the latest fad and this little bear had those bean-type things in his bum and feet. I, being the incredibly original and creative person that I am (ha!) named him Beany. I loved Beany. We were best friends. I sewed little clothes for him and took him everywhere with me. He even had a red kool-aid stain on his little body from where I spilled it on him one day at lunch.

One year, we went on a road trip to Utah and of course, Beany rode right along with me, tucked into my seat belt. We stopped in Cheyenne, Wyoming for the night and left early the next day to get to Utah. Somewhere along that drive, I realized I forgot Beany at the hotel. It was too late to turn around and the chances of me getting Beany back were slim. I had lost him. I was so sad. I was devastated. I remember the dread I felt when I realized that my beloved Beany was gone. From then on, every time I saw stuffed bears at the store, I tried to find one as close to Beany as I could to replace him, but I never did. My Mom told me that she even looked for a Beany look-alike for years because she knew how much I loved and missed Beany.

At the end of June, Brett and I went to a Birth and Baby Fair in San Francisco. We walked around for a while and as we rounded the end of the warehouse, we saw the Pottery Barn Kids booth. Of course, we stopped and talked with the workers. They were helping expectant moms start a baby registry and rewarded them with a frog rattle or a tiny stuffed bear for signing up. We already started our registry, so we were rewarded with the choice between frog rattle or tiny bear. I looked at that tiny bear and for a minute I thought it was Beany! It was the closest look-alike I had ever seen to Beany and my heart went out to him. I snatched him up and squished him to my face! Beany was back!

Clancy/Beany

Throughout the rest of the day, I kept pulling him out of my purse just to look at him again. I think Brett thought I was crazy, but I would just smile as I remembered all the good times Beany and I had. It was after the fair that I learned the bear was named Clancy and that he was the PBK mascot. So now I call him Clancy, but sometimes I still call him Beany. He’ll be the perfect bear for our little girl to love when she is old enough to not eat him.

Strawberry Jam

Brett and I made strawberry jam this year. It is the second time we have made it since we have been married. At first, I was kind of skeptical…I’d never tried homemade jam and it seemed like a lot of work. Well, it wasn’t! And now, I confess, that I cannot buy strawberry jam in the store anymore because frankly, I like mine better. Well, I should say I like Karen’s better because she gave me the recipe. We made 2 batches and have it stockpiled in our freezer. I’m looking forward to months of delicious jam with biscuits, bagels, rolls, etc. Yum!