Friday, January 9, 2015
Olivia Faye Cowden was born 8-13-13 at 545am.
She is absolutely beautiful!
Taking care of a newborn is hard. Really really hard.
But it is totally worth it.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Although I kind of feel like Facebook has stolen the blog-world thunder.
I never blog anymore because I post all relevant information on Facebook. And yet, there is so much more you can say on a blog. Plus, I know that at least Anna reads this (if she looks at it) and that makes it worth posting a little something every 6 months or so.
In case FB didn't make this point clear: I'm preggo. 21 weeks today, in fact. And we learned on Friday that we are having a baby girl. Yes, I'm about to learn just what my parents went through raising daughters...
Back in December, when we discovered my pregnancy, I admit that I was hoping for a boy.
Boys scare me less (in theory)-- mostly because I didn't have brothers, I know less about boys, and I know EXACTLY what it was like to grow up as a girl and with 2 sisters.
Girls are work. At least, the girls in my family were work. We've gotten better with age, or better able to hide the maintenance required...
But I do know more about girls! And my mom raised 3 and my Nanny raised one and helped raise the 3 of us, so they are fountains of useful information.
Mostly, (whichever way it had gone) I'm excited for this baby and lots scared. Stephen and I had talked about kids and how we wanted them someday. And I am so glad that we waited several years before this girl came along.
Now we talk and talk about our little girl and the ways she'll change our life and the stuff we'll need to get and how we wish we lived closer to our families.
And we have to name her! Crazy. We have to decide the name she will live with for the rest of her life. There are the potential nicknames to consider, a middle name that fits with the first and last name, and all sorts of things.
I've already eliminated any name that starts with C... Alliterative names are rarely cute.
And there are lots of names that neither Stephen or I like. It's finding ones that we both like that is a challenge...
We have to buy her a crib and make sure she has clothes, diapers, blankets...
She isn't born, she doesn't have a name, but she's already taken over our life.
And I'm pretty sure Stephen and I couldn't be happier about it.
Our little girl will be loved.
I have spoken.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Hi! How's it going?
Things have been pretty slow around here.
Work, husband, reading, the usual...
I feel a little cheated at this time of year. Now that I've got a full time job, I don't really get a summer... It's enough to make me miss school, just a little.
The regularity of school is what I miss. Knowing my schedule would be the same every day - having class, hanging with friends, etc.
I also miss having a plethora of friends around. Waco is not my favorite place to start with: it's in Texas, it's hot, and far far away from my friends and family.
Stephen, however, does make up for some of that.
Speaking of Stephen, we got into a discussion tonight about personal bubbles. Not like a personal space bubble ("don't stand so close to me" and all that), but like a bubble of relationships.
My bubble is very small. I'm choosy about who I want in my bubble. For example, my family is, of course, in my bubble. Mom, Dad, Sarah, Rachael- very important to my bubble. My matey soul, Anna, is deeply entrenched in my bubble. You'd basically have to pop it to get her out of there.
So there are maybe 10 or 15 people who I would definitely say are in my bubble.
Stephen has a much bigger bubble. He is less choosy about who comes in his bubble. There are lots and lots of people who he would say are part of his bubble!
And then, I think he and I have a collective bubble. People who may not necessarily be in one or either of our personal bubbles, but who are nonetheless in a mutual bubble. This bubble is much larger than my personal bubble.
I feel like I've gotten off track. My point in all of this was: Over the course of the last 3 or 4 years, I have drastically changed. My bubble used to be much larger and I was much less choosy about who came inside. And I'm not sure if it's part of getting older, or being far away from people I know, or something else. But I do miss the days when I had a bigger bubble and had more friends to fill it.
I love Stephen. And he fills a good chunk of my bubble. He makes everything about my life better. And I love my family and the friends that I have. But I still hope that someday I can live in a place where my bubble can grow.
How about you? What's your bubble like? Are you very aware of your bubble like me? Or do you, like Stephen, rarely notice or worry about your bubble?
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
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Saturday, August 20, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
It is kind of hard to be funny when life is boring.
Not that my life with Stephen isn't happy (cause you know he will read this :)
It is VERY HAPPY!
I love him, I love being with him.
But my job isn't very exciting.
And I still don't have very many friends who I could just call up to hang out.
So my witty side is becoming wilted.
At the beginning of May, I made a summer reading list for myself!
I've already read all the books (except 1 - Anna Karenina. So boring. And weird. And all about adultery. All things that are offensive to me)
I wanted to blog about the awesome weekend I spent with my friends (Anna, Emily and Kristin - You know who you are!!), but it already feels like so long ago and all the stories are of the "you-just-had-to-be-there" variety.
The best part about last week was when Stephen and I definitely (maybe?) decided that we aren't going to move, so we hung up a bunch of posters and got a few new ones.
I did a 1000 piece puzzle (with some assistance ((ok a lot of assistance)) from Stephen) and I glued it together and we're going to hang that up too... Someday.
But-- On Friday the 10th of June, my sista SARAH arrives!!! This will be the greatest thing (no offense to all the other things/people in my life, but I haven't seen my sister since January)!!
And then in July, Stephen and I are planning a trip to the KCMO area to see his family and some of our friends (Anna, Emily and Kristin I hope!)..
So maybe after these events, I'll have some funny to share.
My sista and friends will help water the witheredness of my wit and I'll come back with a blog post so epic your socks won't just fall off -- they'll melt!
I love socks.
I have spoken!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
After dinner, we tried to find this jazz club that was suggested to us, cause it sounded swell, but we got pretty turned in our dinner search and decided to head back to the hotel. We ended the night cuddled on the big bed watching Conan and the Food Network. It was glorious.
Friday morning, we slept in. Beautiful in and of itself.
We’d found this little café we wanted to try for breakfast only a few blocks away downtown. So we checked out of the hotel and headed for the café. It took us forever to find a place to park and once we made it inside, we were informed that they had no more breakfast.
Thankfully, we are resourceful people and we consulted our Garmin to find us the closest Starbucks.
It was only .3 miles away! Since we’d already paid for an hour on our meter, we decided to walk. This turned into the second fiasco of our trip! We couldn’t find it. Not even my Starbucks bloodhound-nose could sniff it out. We must have walked a mile by the time we found it. But good ole Starbucks still had coffee and muffins!
After lots of coffee, we headed to Fort Worth’s Cultural District. It was neato!
Our first stop was the Science and Natural History museum. We got to be goofy and act like kids. On the top floor, they had an exhibit about humans and genes and stuff. We took our pictures and had them modified to see what we would look like as a person of a different race. We learned about babies and biases. It was pretty cool.
After we’d poked around for a while, we went to a movie at the IMAX theatre called “Wild Ocean”. It was great. I felt like I was under ‘da sea with all the fishes, sharks, and whales.
After the SNH museum (I made that abbrev. up, but it works), we went to the Kimbell Art museum.
Let me preface this by saying that I love a good art museum. I mean, if I can see some real masterpieces, I get goose bumps.
I saw Michelangelo’s first painting ever. An original Donatello. An original Rafael. That’s 3 of the 4 Ninja Turtles! I saw several originals by Cézanne and Monet. And, the coolest thing ever, I saw an original Van Gogh. It was amazing. Van Gogh is my all time favorite artist. I have a poster of Starry Night above our bed. To see one of his paintings up close was thrilling.
Which probably makes me sound super dorky, but I don’t care.
It really was a great museum. We spent several hours there, just wandering around. It was so a highlight of the trip.
After the Kimbell, we decided to head home. We ate a delicious dinner at Outback here in Waco, so we got to come home to a clean apartment. After a full weekend, we tumbled into bed and got to sleep in till almost 11 yesterday.
So after all that, is there anyone who would disagree with me?
I think not.
I have the greatest husband in the world, who shows his love to me in fun and romantic and creative and thoughtful and outrageous ways.
I am one blessed, blessed wife.