Diapers Galore!

A couple of Saturdays ago, my mom and dad threw Will and I a diaper shower at their house. I wanted our guys friends to be able to participate in some of this celebrating, so we decided to make this a couple's shower, and to get the boys over without too much hassling from their wives, I used the only weapon I could think up to get men to a baby shower-- beer. Free beer. I think men will do just about anything for free beer. So we titled the party Burgers, Beer, & Babies and sent off the invites.
There is one thing about my mom and dad-- they don't do anything "half ass." If they are throwing a party, it's balls to the wall, so to speak. The preparations started about two weeks beforehand. They are spraying the yard for bugs, replanting flower beds, scouring the barbeque pit, cleaning out the garage. My mom had already been stacking up a pile of decorations for a month. She got huge pink and white pinwheels to line the driveway, very cute. She bought out Hobby Lobby on pinwheels, some gigantic and very colorful flowers (fake, of course), paper lanterns, all kinds of stuff. She had spent FIVE HOURS making me a diaper cake, which was a centerpiece at one table, and it was the most adorable thing you'd ever seen. You wouldn't have believed it was her first one! She called it "a labor of love" and I think nearly vowed to never do it again; at least until another grandbaby comes her way. We had gone to Sam's a few days before the party to get all the food and drinks (ahem.... beer. Oh, Dr. Pepper and water, too.) We were expecting over 50 people; and as the title implies, were making hamburgers, and hot dogs for the kids. That is a lot of hamburger meat, I'll tell ya. And a lot of beer, but not nearly as much as we had expected. We also shot across the street to Wal*Mart to buy some cute plastic bowls, and toys for the kids to play with (frisbees, hula hoops, jump ropes, Nerf football, stuff like that.) By this time, my feet had about given out on me, so (and laugh if you want) I actually got on one of those motorized carts, no kidding. I didn't care by that point! That day I thought the motorized cart was the best thing ever invented! My mom laughed at me hysterically, so I had to ham it up really good.

Finally the day of the party came. My dad was a man on a mission. He had been gearing up for this day for weeks. I know it's because he wanted everything to be just perfect. By the time Will and I arrived around 11 to help set up (the party wasn't until 4:00), half the decorating was done and he and my mom were zipping around quicker than honeybees. My dad strongly believes "no rest for the weary." I've realized long ago, however, that there is a method to his madness. And if it weren't for him telling us what, where, and how to do stuff, I don't know if we would've made it all happen on time, honestly! Setting up was hard work, and took ALL.DAY.LONG. When my parents throw a party, they throw it right. Our friend Cubby came over early to help out and start making the hamburger patties. He was our chef. Cubby loves loves loves to cook, grill, bake, broil; just make food, however it's supposed to come. He's good at it, too! So we'd reserved him in advance to make us some delicious hamburgers, and that he did!

Finally, it was time for our friends to start arriving. Everyone showed up in the first hour, and the diapers and wipes were coming in by the boatload. Some also brought other presents along with the diapers. Since the party was on Cinco de Mayo, my friend Erin even bought us a "themed" gift, with diapers and wipes from the Mexican market and Dora the Explorer sippy cups. Ha! We had the music going, the barbeque pit was smoking, and our friends just a-mingling. I had my aunt there, some cousins, neighbors, and lots of friends. The toys were a big hit with all the kiddos. I was THRILLED that my good friend Sasha was able to come; she was in town from New York City. I haven't seen her since October, so I was really happy that she was there. I know she sometimes feels like she misses a lot being so far away. I tried to make my rounds and talk to as many people as possible, and I was on my feet all day and all night. Several people kept telling me that I needed to sit down, and I knew I did because my feet were growing to ginormous proportions, but I just couldn't. That's not who I am. My mama taught me how to throw a party, and how to be a hostess; and a hostess NEVER just..... SITS. It's so..... rude. And un-hostess-like. I endured. The party was supposed to end at 7:00, but it went on and on. That's how you know it's a good party! Finally around 9:00, enough people had left that the ones that were left were able to just make a circle with our chairs in the driveway for talking and laughing. I was grateful to fall into a chair, and my feet were monsterous. Dangerously so, it was probably the worst I'd ever seen them, and that's saying something. Around 10:00, everyone departed; and it was time for clean up. And no matter how much pain I was in (it had set in by now, big time), there was no way I could leave my mama to clean everything up by herself. No way. (Even if that is how she likes it.... she thinks she gets it done better that way.) Will would never let her do that, either. So against all her protests, we got everything inside, food thrown away, dishes in the sink, car packed up. Around 11:30, they all but carried me to the front seat and I rode home with ice packs on both feet; got home into bed and I slept with them on, too. It took me two days to recover. It hasn't taken me that long to recover from a party since college, and the reason wasn't nearly as fun as it was then! But the party was a huge success, and I loved seeing all our friends come together for good food, music, and camaraderie; and most importantly, to again celebrate Hayden's impending arrival. Will and I received what I would guesstimate to be about $500-$600 of wipes and diapers! What a way to set new parents up! If you are having a baby, or know a close friend that is, I highly recommend a diaper shower! It was a ton of fun and we got things that we actually need. Regular girly showers are fun (and a must), but if you're up for another get-together, go for it. We won't have to buy diapers for a loooong time. We got diapers in every size, from newborn to size 6; we even got blue jean diapers and other fun things like that. I counted 896 size one diapers alone. If she doesn't use all those, we'll just exchange them for bigger sizes. Suggestion: if you go to a diaper shower, buy the larger sizes. Everyone buys the small ones. And if you buy the baby clothes: buy the bigger sizes. Because everyone buys the small ones. Ha. I know people want to give you what you'll immediately need, and I'll never complain about a gift. But when 100 people do the same thing, you can get into a bind. So that's my baby shower etiquette advice.
Anywho, I am so incredibly grateful to my parents for doing this for Will and I. It took a lot of time, energy, and money to throw a huge party like that, and I don't know if I'll ever thank them enough because they have  done so incredibly much for us already. Since the day they found out Hayden was on her way, they've been on board doing everything they can, physically, emotionally, and financially to make this as less stressful as possible on Will and I. My mom comes over to help me clean when I'm exhausted and we go shopping together (which is fun), my dad takes me to lunch and calls everyday to check to see how I'm feeling (and ask about my feet; it really freaks him out) and drives me to doctor's appointments in the rain, my brother calls everyday to see what he can do for me before Will comes home; they bought several of the major things we needed for Hayden as gifts, along with little clothes here and there, stuff to make hair bows (this week's craft for my mom and I), cute things I've found on Etsy that I can't live without! All kinds of odds and ends, but they make all the difference in the world. Hayden's grandparents love her very, very much. And love us very, very much. So thank you, Mom and Dad, for everything you've done. It hasn't gone unnoticed, and I will never forget it. You've been there for me every day of my life, and I know that will never change. Will and I appreciate you from the bottoms of our hearts, and love you very much. Here's a few pictures of the day's events. I didn't take many during the party because I was too busy having fun, talking, and hostessing; but you'll get the idea (and you'll see the diaper cake! :)

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Some Applause for Pregnancy (Can't Complain Too Much!)

Last week I had a few complaints about being preggers. Don't get me wrong-- this has been by far the most rewarding and exciting time of my life! I have actually loved being pregnant! It may not always be a bed of roses, but the end result is still pretty sweet. And while it's been pretty difficult the last couple of weeks, and I expect that to continue until the Best Day Ever, there are some things that I totally love about baking this baby.

First of all, the thing I know I will miss most, and it almost makes me sad to think it's almost over: watching her move. Will and I laugh a lot when she really gets going. I can imagine her dancing to "Everyone is Kung Fu Fighting" in there, because that's what it looks like sometimes. Or sometimes my belly goes lopsided, or square on one side. That has been by far my favorite part. 

Second, the food. When I'm not preggers, I try to stick to a pretty strict diet; and I think it may be a little difficult to go back to that. For five months prior to my pregnancy, I had completely cut out starches, sugars, dairy, and carbs. I was only eating greens, fruits, and proteins. I won't say that it was easy, but I got used to it and my body changed A LOT after a couple of months, for the better. If I ate anything with fats, my body wanted nothing to do with it; rejected it immediately. I know I can't do that again for a while-- breast feeding and all that, but I definitely will be having to think twice again about that piece of cake or something from Sonic.  Which brings me to my next favorite thing about being preggers--

Sonic ice. Oh my gosh. Sonic ice could create world peace if everyone knew of it's delightfulness. I graduated from buying Route 44 (with extra ice) several times a day to out-and-out buying the full ten pound bag. The ten pound bag cost about the same as just one Route 44, so eventually I had to take the cost effective way. I can make my own tea, just give me the ice! It's so soft and chewable; and if you're in public and have to have a crunch (but know that it's extremely annoying to some people, namely my mom), you can take a mouthful and let it melt down just enough to a snowcone like consistency, and you're good to go. Yum. The people at our local Sonic (who have come to know me quite well) tell me this is actually quite a common phenomenon, pregnant women and their Sonic ice. I bet they'll make a killing in the next nine months with the recent popularity of "Shades of Grey." Haha. 

The nursery. Sometimes I just go in there and sit in the rocking chair for an hour, looking at everything, trying to imagine what it's going to be like. It's so peaceful. Will and I had a lot of fun turning our study into Hayden's nursery, and I think it's a room that she will enjoy playing in when she gets a little older. Being in there makes becoming a mom that much more of a reality.

Speaking of, another favorite thing has been watching Will get so excited. He has waited as long as I have for this baby. He loves putting together all of her things; swings, bouncers, pack and play, stroller, entertainer. He talks to her all the time and reads her books. I love that he has a pregnancy app on his phone so he knows what's going on with my body and how he can help me. Though he travels often for work, he is putting his family first and not traveling at all this month so he can be home to help me and ensure that he's here when it's "time." And though he initially was not that excited for the Lamaze class, he did it anyway, with gusto, and actually ended up enjoying it. His camo diaper bag was one of his birthday presents, and I think it was his favorite out of them all. He's really proud of that daddy diaper bag. I know how lucky I am to have someone with me who is so supportive and is as excited as being a new parent as I am. I love him very much.

And, though there are many more things that I have loved about being with child, I have really enjoyed how it's brought my family-- my whole family-- together. It's been a while since we had something big to celebrate. Though my wedding was only two years ago, nothing brings a family together like a baby. It is so wonderful that my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins are so thrilled and excited, and they have all gone out of their way to be so kind and thoughtful; always thinking of us, calling to check on us, etc. Sometimes life can take you away from what's most important, and Hayden has reminded us all that being together is what matters. I love my family. 

Later today we'll be going to see Miss Hayden on her 3D ultrasound, and I can hardly contain my excitement to see what she looks like. Will is coming home from early to be with me as we get our first glimpse at our little girl's face. Two o' clock can't get here fast enough. I'll be blogging a picture this afternoon or tomorrow; so hold tight until then. :) Thanks for checking in with us, friends. 

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Just a Complaint (or Four)

Finally entering my last month of this journey to being a mommy, and it has been quite a ride. I was looking back on some pictures earlier today from the early days of my pregnancy (and before) and wow, I had really lost a lot of weight beforehand. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but.... beep beep! I had worked really, really, really hard to lose weight for five months before I found out I was pregnant, and had lost about 35 pounds. I didn't realize the difference until now looking back! And as much as I've enjoyed being pregnant (really, I have!) I can not wait to get back to that again. Will and I are going to buy my jogging stroller with yet another gift card (LOVE gift cards!) later this week. A new jogging stroller (with an iPod connection and speakers) and an old pair of jeans hanging up for me to look at everyday are my motivation! That's what I did the first time I really committed myself to losing weight. I hung an old pair of jeans that I really wanted to get back into on the window by my bed, so they were the first thing I saw every morning and the last thing I saw every night. It was a glorious day that I slid those jeans on and they actually fit! And now I'm looking forward to that day again. I've done it once, so I know I can do it again. The weight rule I've heard is "nine months up, nine months down," so I won't be too hard on myself, I know it's yet another journey, but it will definitely be in the forefront of my mind.
My pregnancy has really been a breeze until the past couple of weeks. Most of my friends roll their eyes because I didn't have one day of morning sickness (not even a dry heave), felt relatively spritely, wore a size medium maternity jean, and had yet to develop one stretch mark. (Please hold, while I knock on some wood.) While all these things are still true, I will say that it's not as easy as it used to be now. For starters, I have put on a few more pounds than I really wanted to. Granted, my endocrinologist insists that's from my thyroid issues and quitting smoking, and that all the weight has gone where it's supposed to-- my belly. But still. I dread that damn scale every doctors visit. And with going to see my endocrinologist once a month also, that's just double the times that I have to step on the damn thing. Not my proudest moments. My face is a lot puffier than it used to be, ha ha. Not to mention (sorry, but it's true) my boobs. Good Lord Almighty. They have taken on a life of their own. They are a lifeforce unto themselves. If you see me in person often, then you know I was already "blessed" (yeah right) in this area. Big boobs are a pain in the ass, and if you want a boob job, let me highly discourage you. You can't wear cute clothes, and they are generally just annoying. So to be pregnant and filled with happiness at the greatest gift in which God could ever give me, I do find myself somewhat unhappy about the predicament these other "blessings" have gotten me into. I wear a sports bra everyday (and sleep in one too), and that is how I've avoided these so called stretch marks. However, I needed a new bra because I couldn't wear a sports bra to all my parties! My mom and I hit up A Pea in the Pod in Macy's, and thank God she was with me, because she had to catch me as I became faint at the sight of what size these monstrosities have actually become. An E! A FREAKIN' E!!!!!! As I moaned and cried with disbelief, the lady in the dressing room next to me laughed, and said, "Flaunt it, sister, I'm sixty years old and still a B!" Lady, you don't want my first world problems, okay? I called Will to tell him the news later, that my bra size started with the same letter as "elephant" and he sent me off with a "See you when I get home, Dumbo!" Lucky for him I was in a good mood. It really didn't help when my mom said, "And your milk hasn't even come in yet!" Thanks, Mom. Thanks. That's a forced smile I'm wearing, by the way. Second, my feet are out of control. Out. Of. Control. It BLOWS MY MIND at the proportions to which they can grow in just a matter of hours. If even that. My ankle gets a fat roll, and I'm not even kidding. Not even kidding! This swelling/water retention business is no joke. Will and I went to a wedding last weekend, and I was hard pressed to put on some shoes that weren't flip flops. Even flip flops leave their mark these days. Will is an expert on the Ziploc ice pack. I haven't been able to wear my wedding ring for two months, which makes me sad. I love my wedding ring. And without it on, I can feel people judging me. I want to get a tee shirt that says, "Yes, I'm married. Thank you very much." And before you ask about my blood pressure, I have PHENOMENAL blood pressure. Yesterday it was 113/62. Go figure. Next on my complaint list (hey, it's my blog, I can write about whatever I want) is that I have developed gestational carpel tunnel syndrome. What?! I had never heard of such a thing! I woke up a week ago with my hands clenched into a claw like fashion, and my knuckles (especially  my knuckles), wrists, and basically every joint on my body in some pretty intense pain. But the knuckles are the worst. The doctor says that there is a narrow passageway in our wrists that allows for fluid to pass that acts as a lubrication to our joints in our hands; and because of my swelling, this passage way has been all but cut off. My hands and forearms get numb or fall asleep very easily now. And the pain in my fingers is substantial. It's supposed to pass after delivery; and until then, I'm supposed to "rest" my hands. Okay. How do you do that? Don't you know I have nesting and Facebooking to do? These hands know no rest! She wants me in splints, but I'm holding out on that for now. The lower back pain has become second nature. I was already walking like an old lady and basically living on a heating pad, and now my hands betray me too. Thanks a lot, body that worked out 4 times a week for the last few years. All that conditioning, and this is how you repay me? Just wait until after this baby is born. I'm going to have a bone to pick with you. And last (yes, we're nearing the end of my complaining) the peeing. My God, the peeing! Sorry for being so blunt, but there is no easy way to say it. If I'm not on a heating pad, I'm in the bathroom. I know Hayden is head down now, because she had hiccups the other day and it was way low. And her heartbeat is also below my belly button; so she's made the turn (thank goodness.) But her head sits right on top of my bladder, like my bladder is a little pillow to cushion her precious head. And when I gotta go, I gotta GO. Intense pain ensues if I do not relieve myself immediately. And when I do, it's a trickle. Like four drops of pee. All that pain for THAT? You'd think I was harboring Niagra Falls in my bladder, but no. It doesn't even constitute a dripping faucet. And so I'm in and out, in and out, in and out, every five minutes (literally five minutes) all the day and night long. It's misery, I tell you, misery! And highly inconvenient. There is no need for me to go to the bathroom four times in Target while grocery shopping, as it so happened last Friday. I had to abandon my cart and run (okay, lumber) to the bathroom at the front of the store, of course, FOUR TIMES! Ridiculous! I can only imagine what I looked like as I waddled as swiftly as possible without running over any small children. If I had an elephant trunk, I'd be throwing it in the air and braying like I was a one-woman stampede. With these boobs and ankles, I just might be turning into one. Maybe the stork will deliver Hayden to my circus car while "Baby of Mine" croons in the background. Sigh. Okay. I'm done now. If you've held on for this long, I thank you. My ten pound bag of Sonic ice (I'm serious) and my heating pad are calling my name. Until next time....

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A Showering of Good Wishes

Boy, this baby business is swiftly becoming more of a reality than ever. My friends Kristi, Megan, and Racquel got together to throw me another shower for even more of my girlfriends. We had a packed house of about seventeen girls, and the gettin' was good! First, Kristi, Megan, and Quels (that would be RACquel's nickname) decorated Kristi's home in decorations that match Hayden's bedding. Even the invitations! Super cute. We had yummy sandwiches and even yummier cupcakes (which is mine and Kristi's "thing") from Somethin' Sweet. And it was really  nice to have most of my favorite girls surrounding me with love and laughter. We did the classic candy bar diaper game, always a fan favorite. If you've never played it before, get prepared for a visual. Essentially, you take several different fun size candy bars and place them in individual diapers, pop them in the  microwave until melted, and then pass them around for everyone to guess what candy bar it is. So imagine with the wafers, nuts, caramel, etc, what this really looks like. It's pretty funny to see your ordinarily classy girlfriend sniffing or even finger taste testing something that looks remarkably like baby poop. Always a laugh. We played the old stand-by toilet paper measurement game, and my good friend Nicki was right on the money. My belly looks huge, but I was pleasantly surprised that the number of toilet paper squares was smaller than I expected. And, baby bingo, which was pretty fun. As I opened a gift and someone had it on their board, they got to mark it off. And the people who won all these games got the honor of handing me a hostess game gift, such as bottles, baby wash/lotion, bibs, pacifiers. Thanks, girls. The hostesses also were very generous with a gift card in a pretty large amount, which I was very thankful for! It helped A LOT with some of the bigger things I still needed. Hayden got a lot of cute cute cute clothes this round, which I was very thankful for! This kid is going to be the best dressed baby on the block. We'll be doing fashion shows at least once a month to see if she can wear any of the bigger sizes too (since baby clothes are all sized a little differently) because I'd be sad if she missed out on wearing any of the adorable outfits she got because it said six months but was made for a three month old. My friend Jennifer, who embroiders as a hobby, made the most gorgeous diaper cake I'd ever seen. She decorated it with the cutest ribbon and travel essentials, plus the most precious burp cloths that she embroidered herself with Hayden's name, initials, and owls. Everyone was all a-flurry over it, especially me. It was so special that she put her time and talent into my gift. My mom, awesome as usual, gave us one of the most important items still left on my list!!! Will and I were so so so excited that she and my dad bought us our pack and play. This was a MUST that we HAD to have before the baby was born, because we plan on her sleeping in the bassinet portion for the first couple of months in our room. It was also one of a few "big ticket items" still left on our list. And while a high chair can wait six months, this was something we needed immediately; so we were super grateful that they helped us out yet again with their generosity.
So now, downstairs alone, we are harboring a bouncer, a swing, the pack and play (which Will has yet to move upstairs; I think he just likes looking at it), and, as of yesterday, OUR STROLLER!!! Who knew a stroller would ever evoke such excitement from two grown adults. Since the stroller is a travel system (baby carrier/car seat plus stroller), it was pretty pricey. Plus, it happened to be a brand that Babies R Us did not recognize the 20% off coupon (because it's a super good brand??? Who knows.) However, the good Lord always comes through for us and provides just what we need! (I always notice how He always gives us what we need or works things out for us just how we need it to, and it's just crazy sometimes.) I had a rather large amount on a Babies R Us gift card, Nicki gave us another good amount on a Toys R Us gift card (same thing), my grandmother gifted me some cash, and I was hired for a day to do some tech work on some computers, so that also supplied some extra income, and WAH-LA! Not only did we get our stroller, but we got the waterproof Carter's Keep-Me-Dry quilted mattress pad cover, which was another necessity for that super expensive organic, breathable, hypoallergenic mattress in that crib of hers; and an outfit that I had been eyeing for a couple of months (like she needs more of those.) I walked out with $1.73 left on my gift card. It was awesome. So, all in all, it's been a fantastic week, topped off by the best UPS man ever today when he delivered an eagerly anticipated package from Babies R Us of some goodies that I'd ordered, PLUS the matching hamper that I'd ordered from Amazon two months ago, but had been out of stock until recently. Yippee! We get a weekend of rest (besides JP and Tanessa's wedding tomorrow) and then we'll be at it again for a Burgers, Beer, and Babies blowout at my parents' house, disguised as a couple's diaper shower. I'll be making Angela and I some virgin fuzzy navels for the occassion (she's due two weeks after me.) So, looking forward to seeing some of my guy friends get in on the action to celebrate with me. Hence, the reason for the beer. It's the only way I can get them there, besides their wives forcing them, haha. So that should be fun. Until then, the nesting continues. We are almost to my OCD-perfection obsessed point of satisfaction. I'll leave you with a few pictures from the last hoop-la:

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"Owl" Be Seeing You!

Last weekend, my cousins threw a baby shower for my family and bestest friends in the Woodlands. Faye, Tiffany, and Shannon did an awesome job, too! I knew they would, as Faye, Tiffany, and Shannon are all practically professional party planners in their own right, and Shannon's interior design skills are second to none! Everything looked beautiful! They took Hayden's owl theme and ran with it, so her nursery has some extra goodies it now and looks super cute (more on that in a future blog.) The majority of my family and several of my friends came for a day of celebrating and yummy food. I was so happy that both my mother in law and sister in law were able to come. My mother in law flew in from Midland for just a few hours so she could come! And my sister in law drove down from Dallas for the day, which was extra special since I don't get to see her very often, but I just love her to death. I was also very happy that my Aunt Darla and cousin Rebecca came in for the day from College Station. They don't drive to Houston very often and I was happy that they braved the scary Houston interstate just for me. I was also very thankful for my friends that drove all the way to the Woodlands for me. I know driving across Houston isn't easy sometimes, and it really let me know the people who cared so much about me and Hayden that they took an afternoon to drive so far to be with me. That really meant a lot to me, and I won't forget it. I would do the same for any of those girls, too. I have some really great friends that I love very much. :) And ya'll wouldn't have BELIEVED my cake pops-- they were the cutest! They looked like owls with chocolate morsels for the ears and so much more! They were adorable-- and made by a fifteen year old! I babysat Lauren when she was a little girl for several years, and now here she is making cake pops for my baby shower! She's had her own business since junior high and WOW, was everyone really impressed! They were as delicious as they were cute. I asked her if she wanted to be a baker, but no-- a cosmetologist, she said. I guess some things are better left a hobby; it's more fun that way. I was extra blessed with the gifts we received; lots of things that I needed off my registry, and I am so thankful for the people who were so generous to us. My Aunt Sandi bought Hayden's swing, and I could've just cried with happiness over it. Shannon, Tiffany, and Faye gave us the video monitor that Will has been DYING to have. He had to have it. When we first registered, we were in debate over it. I said, "No one is going to buy us a $300.00 video monitor, Willie!" but he wouldn't relent. He wanted to SEE his baby! Finally, I caved; and guess what, someone bought it for us. :) My mom, who has been so wonderful and more than generous throughout my pregnancy (and always) once again spoiled Hayden and I by giving us her bedding set. I was so happy to finally have something to dress up her crib. My mom was going to make sure her grandbaby had somewhere pretty to sleep! She made sure Hayden wouldn't be sleeping in a dresser drawer, haha. I kid! But I just loved it, and don't know where we would be without my mom and dad! They've been so giving. My cousin Crystal gave us a gorgeous embroidered blanket with Hayden's name, which I hung over my rocking chair; and my friend Allie went berserk in Babies R Us, I think, and I couldn't be more grateful for her kindness! And I loved everything else in between, including super cute clothes, socks, and shoes (boy, did this baby need socks and shoes!), her entertainer, a Bumbo, diaper bag, safety gate, gift cards, and a multitude of other things! We were so blessed. Will filled up the Tahoe to the brim for the ride home. I am just so thankful for everyone who came and who showered Hayden with all the things she needs to get her precious life started. Her mommy and daddy were super grateful, and more than anything I hope everyone knows how much we love and appreciate them. I can't wait for everyone to come visit once Hayden makes her debut. Love ya'll very much!

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