Ok, so I don't have my CD yet, so I don't have rights to post any of the pictures on my blog yet, but if you havn't already, my fellow blog creepers, you need to check out Savannah's new photo shoot pictures at http://www.durhamites.wordpress.com/ .
My friend Dezirae with SugarSnapPhotography is an artistic genius, not to mention this day was SO MUCH FUN!
Let me know which pictures are your favorite=)
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
My Style
Ok, so I am a sucker for any kind of "evaluate me" test. I'm always looking to see if someone else can get it right, validate what I think, or explain something I've never understood about myself. In this case, I finally discovered what my personal decorating style is!
Modern Elegance
"Variety is the spice of life! And nowhere is this truer than in the design of your home. You may love contemporary, but wish it wasn't quite so cold and austere, or perhaps you're drawn to traditional rooms but you'd like to create a less cluttered and busy space. Transitional Style is here to marry those apparent contradicting designs.
And guess what? It's the contradictions that make the mix of contemporary and traditional so successful. The result is an elegant room that appeals to young and old alike. A sofa with modern lines blends seamlessly with a pair of traditional chairs. New fabrics work so well on antique pieces. It turns out that modern art looks even more exciting above a collection of traditional pieces. The room feels simple and sophisticated, elegant and hip."
Sidebar: It comes as absolutely no surprise to me that modern elegance is very expensive...sigh.
Finally! All this time I thought I was contemporary with a solid foundation of traditional, but NO! I am definitely 40% Modern, 30% Traditional, and 30% Cottage Chic. I concur. Where I go from here, and how I take my new found information to better my living environment, I have no idea! Oh, to some day be able to afford an interior designer!
Thanks Amy for the insight and the sharing=) You should take the test too!
Modern Elegance
"Variety is the spice of life! And nowhere is this truer than in the design of your home. You may love contemporary, but wish it wasn't quite so cold and austere, or perhaps you're drawn to traditional rooms but you'd like to create a less cluttered and busy space. Transitional Style is here to marry those apparent contradicting designs.
And guess what? It's the contradictions that make the mix of contemporary and traditional so successful. The result is an elegant room that appeals to young and old alike. A sofa with modern lines blends seamlessly with a pair of traditional chairs. New fabrics work so well on antique pieces. It turns out that modern art looks even more exciting above a collection of traditional pieces. The room feels simple and sophisticated, elegant and hip."
Sidebar: It comes as absolutely no surprise to me that modern elegance is very expensive...sigh.
Finally! All this time I thought I was contemporary with a solid foundation of traditional, but NO! I am definitely 40% Modern, 30% Traditional, and 30% Cottage Chic. I concur. Where I go from here, and how I take my new found information to better my living environment, I have no idea! Oh, to some day be able to afford an interior designer!
Thanks Amy for the insight and the sharing=) You should take the test too!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Oh How I Wish You Could See!
Sometimes the sweetest moments in motherhood happen when your child's not looking and there's no way to get a picture without disrupting the moment.
So today, Savannah has a little cold, and when she's not feeling all that great, she reverts back to her morning nap. I don't know why, but my child who refuses to play by herself at any other point in time, LOVES to be in her bed! I mean, she just plays away in her crib. I often feel guilty for leaving my 16 month old in her crib for two hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon, but if you could only see how HAPPY she is!
In the mornings, she usually catnaps for the first 45 minutes to an hour, and then I go to peek in on her. This morning I found her sitting in her crib with her big book in front of her, pointing to pictures on each page and just jabbering away, happy as a clam. NEVER has she done this with me or outside of her crib for that matter! I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the sweetest thing ever. Took away a little of my guilt. I guess if that's where she's happy, then I'm ok with it.
Oh, I'll get her up by 10:30 or 11am, which means she'll push her nap back to 2 o'clock instead of 1, but I'm ok with that if it means a happy little girl. Just thought I'd take a moment to share while I had a moment to write. It's moments like these that make all the second-guesses and negative thoughts fly right out the window. "Thank you Lord for these."
So today, Savannah has a little cold, and when she's not feeling all that great, she reverts back to her morning nap. I don't know why, but my child who refuses to play by herself at any other point in time, LOVES to be in her bed! I mean, she just plays away in her crib. I often feel guilty for leaving my 16 month old in her crib for two hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon, but if you could only see how HAPPY she is!
In the mornings, she usually catnaps for the first 45 minutes to an hour, and then I go to peek in on her. This morning I found her sitting in her crib with her big book in front of her, pointing to pictures on each page and just jabbering away, happy as a clam. NEVER has she done this with me or outside of her crib for that matter! I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the sweetest thing ever. Took away a little of my guilt. I guess if that's where she's happy, then I'm ok with it.
Oh, I'll get her up by 10:30 or 11am, which means she'll push her nap back to 2 o'clock instead of 1, but I'm ok with that if it means a happy little girl. Just thought I'd take a moment to share while I had a moment to write. It's moments like these that make all the second-guesses and negative thoughts fly right out the window. "Thank you Lord for these."
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Yeah...Right....
So, Joey and I left town on a flight with Savannah to see grandparents in San Antonio, TX early Friday morning.
So yesterday, Saturday, Joey gets this email from his customer cares people at Chick-fil-A: The guest stated that he is upset because Joey Durham, the Operator rushed him through his order.
Right...and this customer came in Saturday morning around 11:30. So how is it Joey was able to rush them through their order all the way from Texas?
Geez, people! Get a life!
So yesterday, Saturday, Joey gets this email from his customer cares people at Chick-fil-A: The guest stated that he is upset because Joey Durham, the Operator rushed him through his order.
Right...and this customer came in Saturday morning around 11:30. So how is it Joey was able to rush them through their order all the way from Texas?
Geez, people! Get a life!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Baby #2 Update
So every day goes by in my world, busy with all the usual tasks, friends, and Savannah moments, and then it will hit me....every day it just hits me at some point....oh, yeah! I'm pregnant! Seriously!
I am trying to be conscience of this little one just as much as the I was with Savannah, but it is VERY hard. Often times, I already feel like a horrible mother for not recongnizing more consciously the presence of this little one. The thought of being a mother of two to me right now is very overwhelming. As a matter fact, I believe that's just how I live my life these days, constantly overwhelmed-spiritually, physically, emotionally, and mentally. God is working on me. We're working through these thoughts and emotions together, but I'm just being honest.
However, nothing, and I mean NOTHING, can stir a mother's heart for her unborn child like a sonogram can! (A law should be passed that every person seeking abortion must have a sonogram done before the procedure. I believe it falls under the category of being completely medically informed about your medical condition and the risks involved. Anyways...I digress....off my soapbox...)
It is the most amazing experience to see how much your little one grows inside your body. God blessed me during my sonogram on Friday last week to allow me to see not only a steady heartbeat, but an active baby! Yes, another one already=) It was in there just squirming around, wriggling it's little partially developed body back and forth. In the picture you can definitely make out the head, then all the little round white balls are arm and leg buds just beginning to form. So cool! I always cry watching the screen, what else would anyone expect?
So that's the latest. I have been deeply appreciative of all the prayers. The nausea and fatigue are getting better, but still present, and some days are just worse than others, but I truly believe your prayers have made an impact not only my health, but my general attitude about things these days. So please keep praying! I covet all of them!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Some Details You Might Like....
So, I've been keeping a secret. I could call the whole world, and tell the same story a million times, but believe me, I'm much more interesting as a writer than as a conversationalist. So here goes...
I keep a journal for my children (Savannah) that Joey gave me when we found out we were pregnant with her. Here's the entry for Tuesday, December 23, 2008:
"Well, Merry Christmas my children! Yesterday morning I took a pregnancy test that came up positive! Now, granted, given the miscarriage in July, I freaked out, cried with every nurse that spoke to me since I went straight to the doctor's office, and I have prayed like never before ever since.
The nurse called back today to confirm that I am about four weeks pregnant, and that (as I suspected) my progesterone level is lower than they'd like. Well, I will start the meds today, and pray that God allows me to keep this little one. I'm hesitant to really think much about it right now, not wanting to become too attached in case this pregnancy doesn't work either. But a mother's heart can't help but love and hope the best for her children, even at conception. So in the weeks to follow, I will write more, but for now it is enough that the birth of this little one has been recorded with the rest.
Thank you Father for this Christmas present! I could not ask for anything more. I love You."
So concluded that entry. Christmas carried on as usual. I popped two progesterone pills a day along with my pre-natal vitamins, religiously, and I tried not to stress or worry or let any stray thoughts (like, Why am I still spotting?) get in the way of a wonderful Christmas. Joey was awesome. He prayed for me, held me when I cried when no one was looking, and smiled with me every time someone asked about baby number two or something like that came up in conversation. Our little secret. You might all hate us for it, but we loved every moment.
The spotting stopped by Friday of that week, Praise the Lord! We left Macon early to get my bloodwork done again, only to find they had misinformed me and the office was closed when we got there. I waited-a little on edge-until Monday, had my blood drawn again, then this is my journal entry for Thursday, January 1st, 2009:
"Well, it's official! My second set of bloodwork taken this past Monday came back VERY positive and looking good--progesterone and all levels where they need to be. I am so deeply grateful--still scared, but believing God--and deeply grateful. I can sense the wind of change beginning to blow ever so softly through our home, but I know this year will carry its storms as well. Lots of new, but all the more to draw us closer to our heavenly Father and each other. My daily prayer that I lift up unceasingly is that God will bless our family and hold us together. I am a bit overwhelmed even as I write...."
This entry goes on for another three pages, but that's all you need to know. So the days continued, and I prayed and I wondered. All those pregnancy "changes" I experienced with Savannah--not having any of those yet. No sickness, no pains in the chest area (if you know what I mean), nothing except a slightly widening, not pooching mind you, WIDENING, midsection, extreme fatigue (I've taken a three hour nap every day for almost two weeks now), and acne like you wouldn't believe! I know every pregnancy is different, but I was really praying for a good strong heartbeat at my sonogram on January 14th......
So I started experiencing extreme moments of "morning" sickness at different times of the day and not every day by the second week in January. The days where I felt nauseous all the time were miserable...and cravings! So early! Joey and I literally hopped in the car Friday night, January 10th, at 10:30 at night to go get me a Wendy's grilled chicken sandwhich! Stomach calmed immediately...so weird.
However, the coming and going of my symptoms has still left me worrying if my hormone levels are really sufficient enough to support the pregnancy. No one will ever understand how deeply that miscarriage wounded. So me and God had a pow-pow that same Friday afternoon, and I prayed and pleaded and begged for this child. Then I opened my Bible and read Psalm 20. Then I cried like a baby, read this passage over and over, thanking God that He hears AND answers His children. Our God is a good God who listens and responds. I'm not just another speck on this earth in His eye; I am His child sitting on His knee asking Him for all my heart's desires. Still, I wait, I bit anxiously for next week's sonogram. (What faith, right?...sigh...one day I'll get it.)
Special Moments: Yacking (HARD) in the toilet while Savannah stands right next to me watching. Looking up, smiling real big at her, "Mommy's OK. It's ok; mommy's ok." Yack. Smile. Reassure. Yack. Smile. Reassure.
So Wednesday morning the 14th, came and went, and the sonogram went as well as could be expected. The stenographer was a bit surprised at how small the baby was, but when I told her of my irregular cycles, she wasn't so worried. The downside for me was that I wasn't as far along as I had hoped--only six weeks and one day instead of the expected eight. Sigh. That blessed pregnancy test caught me pretty much right after conception! Good for me, and God's design because the progesterone stopped the bleeding, but OH, that just means I'm pregnant so much longer! The very best reason why you all are not reading this until I'm a little past 8 weeks pregnant.
We told all the parents that Wednesday, but made the decision to hold off telling the rest of the family and friends until the end of the month. Here's your first look at the peanut inside me that's making me so sick!
Did I mention how sick this little one is making me? My sickness now lasts pretty much around the clock, but puking is expected at least once after 3:00pm. I am grateful for the sickness...as ridiculous as that sounds...because that means all is well in babyland, but I must say that this sucks! Life not so much fun right now, but full of joy and gratitude...well gratitude at least-the joy waxes and wanes=) And that about catches you all up to date on my life for the past month.
By now, everyone that would be offended by finding out I'm pregnant via blog has already been phoned, so hopefully, everyone else won't be offended, and will enjoy all the details. Thanks for celebrating with us and praying with us! More sonogram pictures to come after the 6th! Oh, and my expected due date is September 9th for all those wondering=) Love to you all! Praise God!
I keep a journal for my children (Savannah) that Joey gave me when we found out we were pregnant with her. Here's the entry for Tuesday, December 23, 2008:
"Well, Merry Christmas my children! Yesterday morning I took a pregnancy test that came up positive! Now, granted, given the miscarriage in July, I freaked out, cried with every nurse that spoke to me since I went straight to the doctor's office, and I have prayed like never before ever since.
The nurse called back today to confirm that I am about four weeks pregnant, and that (as I suspected) my progesterone level is lower than they'd like. Well, I will start the meds today, and pray that God allows me to keep this little one. I'm hesitant to really think much about it right now, not wanting to become too attached in case this pregnancy doesn't work either. But a mother's heart can't help but love and hope the best for her children, even at conception. So in the weeks to follow, I will write more, but for now it is enough that the birth of this little one has been recorded with the rest.
Thank you Father for this Christmas present! I could not ask for anything more. I love You."
So concluded that entry. Christmas carried on as usual. I popped two progesterone pills a day along with my pre-natal vitamins, religiously, and I tried not to stress or worry or let any stray thoughts (like, Why am I still spotting?) get in the way of a wonderful Christmas. Joey was awesome. He prayed for me, held me when I cried when no one was looking, and smiled with me every time someone asked about baby number two or something like that came up in conversation. Our little secret. You might all hate us for it, but we loved every moment.
The spotting stopped by Friday of that week, Praise the Lord! We left Macon early to get my bloodwork done again, only to find they had misinformed me and the office was closed when we got there. I waited-a little on edge-until Monday, had my blood drawn again, then this is my journal entry for Thursday, January 1st, 2009:
"Well, it's official! My second set of bloodwork taken this past Monday came back VERY positive and looking good--progesterone and all levels where they need to be. I am so deeply grateful--still scared, but believing God--and deeply grateful. I can sense the wind of change beginning to blow ever so softly through our home, but I know this year will carry its storms as well. Lots of new, but all the more to draw us closer to our heavenly Father and each other. My daily prayer that I lift up unceasingly is that God will bless our family and hold us together. I am a bit overwhelmed even as I write...."
This entry goes on for another three pages, but that's all you need to know. So the days continued, and I prayed and I wondered. All those pregnancy "changes" I experienced with Savannah--not having any of those yet. No sickness, no pains in the chest area (if you know what I mean), nothing except a slightly widening, not pooching mind you, WIDENING, midsection, extreme fatigue (I've taken a three hour nap every day for almost two weeks now), and acne like you wouldn't believe! I know every pregnancy is different, but I was really praying for a good strong heartbeat at my sonogram on January 14th......
So I started experiencing extreme moments of "morning" sickness at different times of the day and not every day by the second week in January. The days where I felt nauseous all the time were miserable...and cravings! So early! Joey and I literally hopped in the car Friday night, January 10th, at 10:30 at night to go get me a Wendy's grilled chicken sandwhich! Stomach calmed immediately...so weird.
However, the coming and going of my symptoms has still left me worrying if my hormone levels are really sufficient enough to support the pregnancy. No one will ever understand how deeply that miscarriage wounded. So me and God had a pow-pow that same Friday afternoon, and I prayed and pleaded and begged for this child. Then I opened my Bible and read Psalm 20. Then I cried like a baby, read this passage over and over, thanking God that He hears AND answers His children. Our God is a good God who listens and responds. I'm not just another speck on this earth in His eye; I am His child sitting on His knee asking Him for all my heart's desires. Still, I wait, I bit anxiously for next week's sonogram. (What faith, right?...sigh...one day I'll get it.)
Special Moments: Yacking (HARD) in the toilet while Savannah stands right next to me watching. Looking up, smiling real big at her, "Mommy's OK. It's ok; mommy's ok." Yack. Smile. Reassure. Yack. Smile. Reassure.
So Wednesday morning the 14th, came and went, and the sonogram went as well as could be expected. The stenographer was a bit surprised at how small the baby was, but when I told her of my irregular cycles, she wasn't so worried. The downside for me was that I wasn't as far along as I had hoped--only six weeks and one day instead of the expected eight. Sigh. That blessed pregnancy test caught me pretty much right after conception! Good for me, and God's design because the progesterone stopped the bleeding, but OH, that just means I'm pregnant so much longer! The very best reason why you all are not reading this until I'm a little past 8 weeks pregnant.
We told all the parents that Wednesday, but made the decision to hold off telling the rest of the family and friends until the end of the month. Here's your first look at the peanut inside me that's making me so sick!
Did I mention how sick this little one is making me? My sickness now lasts pretty much around the clock, but puking is expected at least once after 3:00pm. I am grateful for the sickness...as ridiculous as that sounds...because that means all is well in babyland, but I must say that this sucks! Life not so much fun right now, but full of joy and gratitude...well gratitude at least-the joy waxes and wanes=) And that about catches you all up to date on my life for the past month.
By now, everyone that would be offended by finding out I'm pregnant via blog has already been phoned, so hopefully, everyone else won't be offended, and will enjoy all the details. Thanks for celebrating with us and praying with us! More sonogram pictures to come after the 6th! Oh, and my expected due date is September 9th for all those wondering=) Love to you all! Praise God!
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