This ugly blog is dead. I decided I could no longer take its ugly theme, ridiculous formatting problems and horrible constricting sidebar that covers up pictures. So today in a fit of productive rage, I made a new blog. It makes me happier already and hopefully it will make you happy too. Please come visit and add it to your RSS feeds.
It even has its own domain:
Just in case the lack of pictures made you wonder if little Hadley was still doing awesome things, let me assure you SHE IS. That is, if you consider going swimming and batting toys and smiling awesome, which maybe only I do. Either way here is some picture evidence of the awesomeness.
Laying next to dad during football--AWESOME.
Sleeping on mom during a movie--AWESOME.
Ruffle butt-AWESOME! Swimming for 3 minutes because the pool was cold-AWESOME!
Lounging on the playmat-AWESOME.
Big bright eyes-AWESOME.
Double smiling-DOUBLE AWESOME.
This is the tale of our beloved basil plant, *Frank. We bought Frank at a nursery last year, we enjoyed his leaves in our pasta and atop our tomatoes. He was a good basil plant. He grew consistently and had growth spurts when we pruned him. Things were going well between us. Then something horrible happened to Frank.
It’s about the worst thing that can happen to a plant I guess. Winter had come and dried him out and we decided watering was a lost cause. After all, he was an annual and wouldn’t be coming back for another season. In honor of his memory, we left his dead carcass in its pot on our porch for several weeks. (Truth be told it was months and more because we were lazy–but that’s too embarrassing to write in the story.) Then one day it was time to say goodbye to Frank because people were coming over and we wanted the front porch to look nice. We moved his pot to the side of the house next to the trash can and the AC unit.
We forgot about Frank. His poor lifeless body was left neglected and alone on the side of our house. We passed him by and barely noticed him. That was until the day he commanded our attention.
Evan was out mowing the lawn when he noticed tiny basil plants growing along the border of the AC unit. Frank had brought life after his death. It was a delicious thing. We dug up the seedlings and planted them on our front porch, but they haven’t been doing great. Dang Austin heat!! Then Evan noticed that more basil was growing by the AC unit. Tons of it in fact. I’m talking make-pesto-even-though-you-need-to-use-a-whole-bunch-of-basil tons! Frank was winning! Since its growth, we’ve given away two plants and we have about four still thriving on the side of our house.
I use fresh basil almost everyday now. And its all thanks to Frank’s dead limbs flowering around our AC unit. We’re thinking of planting a garden there now.
I guess the moral of the story is: being lazy with plants can get you lots of basil.
*Some names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved.
poor dead Frank.
Frank's basil babies.
YUM. Recipe coming soon.
Also, I got a new lens. Fun.
This weekend was not our favorite. We got a call on Saturday that some blood work we’d done to figure out Hadley’s weight gain issues had shown signs of what could have been a bacterial infection. Next thing I know, we’re packing up for the emergency room with the ambiguous expectations of being there anywhere from an afternoon to an entire week. Like I said, not our favorite weekend. Long story short, after a blood draw, catheter urine test, spinal tap, a dose of antibiotics, and some persuading of the doctors we got to head home. We got the rest of the results back today and little girl is all clear and weighing in at 7lb. 5oz.!
I could spend time going into all the emotions of the weekend, but I’ll just leave it at this: she’s perfect and we’re blessed!
Here is a pic Evan snagged of her lounging in bed.
Hadley has wonderful grandparents!
It’s amazing how much tinier she looks in his hands. Also tinier is a weird word.
On July 3rd we had a beautiful little baby girl. Hadley Joy Prothro was born at 9:58pm weighing in at 5 lb 14 oz and measuring 18 3/4 inches. Even though she was 11 days early I was really surprised she was so small, considering she had measured at 6 lbs during an ultrasound two weeks earlier. Apparently, those things can be pretty off. We’re both doing great though. I’m recovering quickly and she weighed in at 6 lb 3 oz. at her first doctor’s appointment on day 3. Apparently it’s rare for a baby to put weight on so quickly. It was my first surge of maternal pride.
The whole thing has been surreal. We have never felt the blessing of the Lord more clearly in our lives and the truth of 1 Corinthians 2:9 has been abundantly evident in every arena of our lives for the past week. As Evan and I reflected over our stay at the hospital, we wouldn’t change anything. It was all perfect. I’m convinced the only thing you need for a perfect delivery are a healthy baby and an amazing husband. Evan was absolutely wonderful at the hospital. I fell so much more in love with him that day and haven’t stopped since Hadley arrived. We were so loved and supported by our nurses, friends and family. It really has been dreamy.
Here are some pictures from the hospital. I never got out of bed to take pictures so I’m thankful someone was capturing the moments. (On a side note I think Hadley may throw me back into blogging the way pregnancy seemed to through me out of it. I’m excited about that.) I’ve already got pictures ready for the next blog so that’s fun.
Right after getting admitted. When I called that morning, the nurse insisted I come immediately I told her I was doing great and would come by later. We went back and forth with that three times. Then she told me I NEEDED to come in so she won.
The admit baby button made everything seem so simple.
Meeting her for the first time.
Getting all her tests done.
Her anklet says my name. 🙂
My favorite. Love those inky toes.
Getting her weighed.
Meeting her Gigi.
Meeting her aunt Jess.
She loves being in Rebecca's arms. Good thing because Rebecca loves babies.
Oh Wes. Oh Wes.
Meeting Uncle Wes and Aunt Sheridan.
Getting to watch Sawyer meet her was maybe my favorite.
I'm excited for them to grow up together.
Wrapped around my finger. 🙂
Me and my girl.
Packing up to head home, we got our first real cries. She warmed up to the carseat pretty quickly though. Is it bad that I thought this was funny?
I want our kid to look exactly like Evan. He was the sweetest looking little boy. I’m just saying….