Parents warned me it would happen. A bed, a counter, the couch, or some other raised object. Eventually, Olivia would experience her first fall. I nodded in agreement while silently thinking it wouldn’t happen to me. After all, I don’t leave my baby abandoned on the kitchen counter and I watch her when she’s on the bed. Certainly she would never fall. But like nearly every other thought I had about parenting, I was wrong. Continue reading “The Fall”
After what we’d known would be a long flight to Hawaii, Luke and I planned for a nice relaxing first day back on the Island. Of course our version of relaxing included lunch at A Cup of Tea with one of my besties, a trip to the beach, dinner at Teddy’s Bigger Burgers, and catching up with another friend and his adorable daughter.
While that may sound like a long list, it didn’t feel crammed at all. It was the perfect day and I’m looking forward to many more. Although it’s been just over a year since we’ve been back, it feels as if we’ve never left. I swear I could still see my footprints in the sand at Kalama Beach Park. Only now we’ve added Olivia’s two tiny prints alongside ours.
I’m currently lying in a bed in Hawaii with a baby asleep on my chest. It’s 8:30 a.m. here (11:30 a.m. MST) which means it’s really odd for Olivia to still be sleeping. And even more odd that we co-slept her. That is until you consider the fact that our flight landed at 10:50 p.m. HST and she basically stayed awake the entire flight here. So warning to anyone on a plane with the Tuckers, Olivia doesn’t sleep.
It was her bedtime when we took off from Seattle. I fed her and she went right to sleep. We thought we were golden until she woke up 35 minutes later and would not go back down. The good news is she appears to be quite happy awake. We, knock on wood, haven’t been the people with the screaming baby. We’re just the people with the baby who doesn’t want to miss a single moment of the travel experience. After all, there’s a whole plane of people here to see her. She couldn’t possibly go to sleep and disappoint one of her fans. (She must get that from Luke.) So we played with cups, blew kisses, ate snacks, and read books. We fussed some (Luke and I included!) but mostly just wanted to see everything that was happening. And, two hours before we landed, Luke finally got her to sleep. Go dada! I wish I could say I was happy and gracious the whole time. I wasn’t. At one point I swore I was going to lose it. But I didn’t and we made it!
It’s funny to look back on the travel we’ve done with her. After each trip we swore we’d figured out the best way to fly. But babies change so much the first year so what worked at one age didn’t for the next. At three months when we went to Michigan and five months when we flew to D.C. she actually slept quite a bit. The early or late night flights were awesome because she’s pass out and just stay asleep. She didn’t do too bad heading to Amsterdam at eight months either. However, on the way back at just shy of nine months she took a few cat naps and that was it. By 11 months when we went to Texas, she pretty much stayed awake the whole flight. We also learned the early flights don’t work because she’s not going back down and they rob her of guaranteed sleep. Here we are at 12 months and we’ve discovered late flights aren’t the best either. Especially in the back of the plane where people are constantly walking past you. Oh well!
During these long flights with a squirmy baby I start to question our decisions to travel. I also wonder if we’d be able to do it with two (not an announcement!). Travel is so much a part of who I am and who Luke and I are as a couple. I’m not sure we’d be willing to give it up, although the types of trips may change. But those decisions are for another day. For now, I’m going to take advantage of these baby snuggles and enjoy our twelve days in Hawaii. It feels so good to be home!
First birthdays are a huge occasion in Hawaii and although we now live in Idaho, we still wanted to celebrate with the same gusto. Unfortunately the stomach bug stopped us from hosting her party two weeks ago but we bounced back strong and celebrated it today. If it had been up to me I probably would have canceled rather than postponed the party but Luke insisted we still have it. I am so glad he did! The party was everything I’d imagined (minus a few people not being able to make it due to the date change) and I am thankful my husband knows me so well. I’ve been planning her birthday since before I even knew I was pregnant and I would have regretted not doing it.
From the moment we found out we were pregnant with Olivia, we committed her back to the Lord. We prayed Psalm 22:9-10 over her and thanked the Lord for making us stewards of this precious gift. Since her birthday fell on a Sunday, we felt it fitting to have her dedicated on that day and, once again, commit her to the Lord, only this time in front of our church family. It would serve as yet another reminder that she is more His than she is ours. We are simply blessed to be the ones chosen to care for her and raise her to fear and love the Lord. Continue reading “More His Than Mine”
I’ve been planning Olivia’s first birthday for weeks. Correction, I’ve been planning it since before I even knew I was pregnant but the actual prep and crafting has really only been the last month or so. I’ve made signs by hand, punched paper flowers to make a lei-like garland to hang about the room, wrapped chopsticks & forks in napkins with little gold pineapples tied in twine, and the list goes on. I even wrapped her presents in a paper which complemented the gold and dusty pink color scheme. I also splurged on an adorable baby doll dress with gold polka dots from Nordstrom. What I didn’t prepare for was Olivia getting a little stomach bug. I thought it was something she ate as she only threw up twice (Wednesday and Thursday night) but was acting completely normal. I reevaluated my diagnosis when I started kneeling before the porcelain throne today. I must have thrown up at least ten times. Continue reading “The Birthday Bug”
I’m sure you’ve heard the age-old philosophical question, “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” A comparable question in today’s society could probably be, “If it didn’t get posted on social media, did it even happen?” Because God forbid we dare to wear, say, bake, buy, eat, or do anything without tweeting, posting, or hashtagging it on some social media platform. And as the holidays roll around, it seems this is even truer. Continue reading “If a (Christmas) Tree Falls in the Forest…”