Saturday, March 29, 2014

Life from the iPhone

It's been a while since I've done a phone dump. The truth is my phone probably holds more of a representation of our lives than my nice camera. By the way, Zach asked me when I'm going to stop calling it the 'nice camera' and just 'the camera' when referring to my DSLR that I've had for like two years. The answer is probably never; and now that it's been brought to my attention, definitely never, ornery to a pretty color on me (wink face.)

These are in absolutely no order...

My first (and only, unless you count this goof I am legally bound to) roommate was T.J. We met through dance and she is arguably the nicest/sweetest person on planet Earth. She moved back to Canada shortly after Reagan was born and we haven't been able to see each other since. In November, she let us know that the ballet company she is now touring with had a Nutcracker performance in Joliet. My mom and I immediately made plans to go up. I can't begin to describe how wonderful it was to see her and she is even more beautiful than I remembered. Love love love her.

Shepherd "Personal Space" Williams.

Look at that toe action!
If you haven't noticed by now, Shepherd has this thing with glasses and hats. 

Some one in our house is deep into Mighty Duck fandom so we took him ice skating for our "the original three" date night. He chose a packet of mints for his concession stand treat and popped them in one after another like they were m&ms. Then at dinner, "this is the best steak I've ever had, you have to get the recipe from them!" .... it was a Chili's.

 He turned half a year old last week! Brace yourself for a mom-cliche---- how is that even possible?!?

The week of St. Patty's day was spirit week at his school, this day was "suit & tie day."

I made the mistake of letting Shep feed Levi one time and now he thinks it is his God-given right and is very offended if I do it without him! He's clearly very accurate too. If you count mostly getting it in his eye and far enough down the throat to force a good gag.

Bottom left: Big brother bedtime stories.
Bottom right: Our first walk of spring, I FEEL SO ALIVE.

Bottom right: "Where's middle child Williams?"

For Sofie's birthday we went out for breakfast and then to Grandpa Dave's farm where she was totally surprised by her gift (a 4-wheeler! No way would she have ever guessed she was getting that but seriously how neat for a 15 year old.) We took Reagan's motorcycle out too and the two of them ran all around the farm for hours. Between the tractors, cows, and dogs; Shep was absolutely in his element. 

Friday, March 14, 2014

February around the house.

I'm racking my brain trying to think of something interesting to write but I've got nothing. Just chugging through winter over here, holding out hope for Spring. 

regarding the picture directly above...
Me: Why are you doing that with your arm?
Reagan: I'm showing off my muscles.
Me: ....oh that makes sense

Obviously not pleased with his dinner option...
Reagan: I wish I was allergic to meat loaf.

Reagan: Sometimes I feel like I have to brag for food around here.
Me: for starters it's "beg" for food and two, you've never had to do that in your life.

Reagan: I have a serious question.. Where did God get this whole idea of making the world?

And Shepherd makes his grand debut into the quotes!
While eating his chili and picking each individual kidney bean out...
Shepherd: "mmmmm.... Football!

Shep says "I love you" unprompted now! So far only to Reagan and Levi. Like a dagger to the heart. poor Zach and I, left in the dust.

Getting in the car after church...
Me: So how was Sunday school?
Reagan: Well, I got my wiener stuck in my belt.
Zach: WHAT?!?
Me: instant tears of laughter
Apparently in a rush bathroom attempt he decided to forgo unbuckling his belt. This caused him pulling his pants back up to take a very hazardous turn. 

Thursday, March 6, 2014

a way belated Levi pregnancy post

Throughout my pregnancy with Levi I had a blog post in "draft" state that I would come to and add a tidbit to here and there. Somehow I never got around to publishing it. For Reagan's first year I have three-plus scrapbooks filled to the brim. For Shepherd, I took a decent amount of pictures and did a couple check ins on the blog. Levi? Um... I wrote his birth story down didn't I? My memory is also crap. I don't trust myself to remember all these sweet eccentricities of the kids if I don't write them down. I'm sure Levi's future wife will thank me when there is record of how horrible my varicose veins were when he was in le womb (not.) So here were some jumbled thoughts from yesteryear.


"There's no way for me to say this without it sounding mean... but, you look kind of weird pregnant."
-Reagan Williams, age 6

points to mine "Belly?" leans forward and bites it.
-Shepherd Williams, age 1

20 weeks

left: splash pad shadow right: at 36 weeks nesting set in and I couldn't think of anything else but painting the front door.

This was the summer of bikes. We rode them everywhere but usually to get ice cream. I declared the ride above to be my last the week before Levi was born. 

What Shepherd will miss most is his own personal shelf-seat...

Each pregnancy has gotten easier from the one before it in the morning sickness department. Now towards the end, I am more sore/tired than I have been at this stage in previous ones.

This has been the first time I've noticed changing trimesters. Especially transitioning from the 2nd to 3rd trimesters my hormones were crazy and my nausea returned for a good week.

I actually really like being pregnant in the summer! I feel free as a bird at the pool, the one time you are supposed to be all belly in a swimsuit.

I just plain do not sleep when I'm pregnant.... I toss and turn a lot. But really I comfort myself by saying it's just practice for those few months of sleepless nights with a newborn. Right? Sounds good enough.

This child is a good mover/shaker and doesn't discriminate against kicking or punching. It equally occupies all sections of my torso.

I am definitely a cook dinner every night, bake twice a week kind of person. Not because I feel like I have to but because I really like to. Feeding these mouths is definitely my way of showing love to them. But late into this pregnancy I just totally fell off my groove with cooking. Picture many situations along the line of Zach getting home from work, asking what was for dinner and me only serving mashed potatoes (????) I'm really hoping this quality will return once I get this baby on the other side of me.

This is the section of the post I'm going to entitle, "Ashley's Beauty Secrets."

The varicose veins really hit the ground running this time around. Ouch! Only really on the back of my left leg but they are not pretty. I wish I could word this more eloquently, but they seriously look like worms crawling under my skin.

Some people get darker skin spots when they're pregnant. This is the first time I've noticed getting some but they are probably in the worst spot imaginable. My upper lip. Two darker pigmented areas underneath my nose insinuating a mustache.

I think I've gained a little more weight with this one than I did with Shep but not as much as with Reagan. After I heard "keep up that pretty smile mama" as I reached for my late night Wendy's frosty from the drive-thru attendant, I thought to myself "ahhh, this explains a lot." I have paid zero attention to my diet this go around, thankfully the little ones that I have to chase around give me my fair share of exercise.


Also I'm going to add this. I knew Levi was a boy. Zach didn't. Here's how we've played it so far:
Reagan: both knew.
Shepherd: Zach found out and I didn't.
Levi: I found out and Zach didn't.
IF we have another we both won't find out just so that it will a different experience each time. I know we are weird. To answer the questions most people have when they find this out: It wasn't hard to keep it a secret from one another. Dare I say it was kind of fun? (Does that flag us for needing some type of marital counseling?) Plus if you slip up one time then just purposely slip the other way (gender) the next time. And I have no idea how we came to doing things this way, but if I were to guess I would pin it all on Zach because it sounds like something he would come up with ;)