Tuesday, May 31, 2011

According to Jim or Our Trip to Smitty's

There's something about summer that makes me want to drink glass bottles full of brightly colored soda out of a straw. Weird, I know. Summer also makes me want to eat good BBQ, so at the urging of some friends we tried Smitty's in Lockhart, which is apparently top 3 in the state according to the bonafide Texan and self-professed Smitty's "worshiper" that we sat across from at the cafeteria-style community tables there. This man (we'll call him Texas Jim) is what I would picture as the quintessential Texan - everything was enlarged. He was a big man, with a big appetite, and a big personality. He sat down in front of me with a handful of avocados, a wad of napkins, two Big Reds, and what seemed to be a whole good-sized cow and a little piggie in the form of ribs, brisket, and chops wrapped in brown paper. In between bites and soaking up hot sauce with his Butterkrust bread, he asked warmly, "How y'all doin' today?" The "y'all" being me and Lily (whom he referred to as a boy. Haven't quite forgiven him for that one yet). When Cole returned with our food, Jim soon informed us we had come on an "off day" because, in his opinion, our brisket "didn't look worth eatin'." He said this as he held his own brisket meat between thumb and forefinger and jiggled it in our faces. Despite being an "off day" (our brisket meat was tough), Smitty's was pretty good, and I'd like to go back again to try their pork chop and prime rib, which is, according to Jim, their best. Near the end of his meal, he asked us how many kids we wanted and then asked if he could depart with a little of life’s wisdom he had acquired along the way. Cole and I wondered what pearl of wisdom Jim might bestow. Surely he knew the way to the Fountain of Youth and was about to reveal it to us. He leaned forward and advised us seriously, confidentially even…to hold Lily back in kindergarten so she'd be older and thus more advanced in her grade. Thanks for the advice, Jim. All teasing and caricature aside, Texas Jim was very friendly and funny. We liked him and his big Texas audacity. We left with a whole new wealth of knowledge and smelling like wood smoke. Smitty's- home of authentic Texas BBQ and authentic Texans.



Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Sweet nectar of the gods

Forget ambrosia. I am talking about the most glorious, delectable juxtaposition of cream and crunch known to man. I am talking about crème brûlée. I may have single-handedly eaten three, albeit small, ramekins all by myself. Cole may have gotten a spoonful here and there.

I used this recipe by The Pioneer Woman, and it was surprisingly simple. Only four ingredients and not much time required. Try it. You will not regret it.


Going...going...

Gone (x3)


And then there were two.

Monday, May 23, 2011

our weekend.

We sampled Dough Pizzeria, which was, in a word, delicious!



The picture on the left was the Mozzarella di Bufala special (appetizer), and on the right, Arugula and Prosciutto pizza. I'm still craving their Margherita pizza though. It looked amazing! Any takers?

We played games with friends and hung out with this little beauty:



It was my sister-in-law's birthday last week (Happy Birthday too, Uncle Blake!) And thanks for the cute picture idea, Marissa. Lily rolled over for the first time on Saturday. She went from her belly to her back on her right side. I'm pretty sure it's just because she hates tummy time. It hasn't happened again since.

I made Greek chicken pitas for dinner and kettle corn for dessert on Sunday. It was a lovely, relaxing weekend. Hope you had a good one!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

May Randomness

Lily loves to Skype with our family. She puts on quite the show sometimes --smiling, talking, yawning. We love it all.


I was so excited for our first Mother's Day! I felt like I actually deserved that brownie they gave to all the women at church. Cole gave me the one thing I really really wanted. Lots of clothes! Being Lily's mom these past two months has been so amazing and even more fun than I ever could've imagined.


Little lady is now 2 months (almost 10 weeks). She:
  • likes to "talk" to Cole and me
  • still loves her baths
  • loves sucking on her fist
  • has started sleeping through the night (sort of)
  • smiles, which is the BEST...


See what I mean?

Thursday, May 5, 2011

A Baby Story

**Long Story Warning**

A dull, throbbing pain woke me at almost exactly midnight, March 10th. It was my due date. Cole and I had lost some sleep a few nights before on account of a false alarm. Because of this, Cole told me not to wake him up unless I had experienced two or more contractions. So I laid in bed with my iPod Touch timing contractions using one of those online calculators. I still wasn't sure it was the real deal.
  • 12:40 a.m. I finally woke up Cole. My contractions were ranging from about 5-15 minutes apart.
  • 1:00 a.m. We called Cole's mom and dad and told them to book their flight to San Antonio because I was going into labor!
We continued to time the contractions. I called the hospital and they told me to come in when they were 3-5 minutes apart. We both showered. Eventually I was crouching down on the ground with my eyes closed, breathing through each contraction. The pain was especially intense in my lower back. It was time to go.

At around 4 a.m. we decided it was time. Cole gave me a blessing, we took some video, and headed out. Cole took Babcock Road, which they were/are doing construction on, seemingly hitting every bump at full speed. We had to stop at H-E-B to return a Redbox movie (I definitely didn't want to be charged an extra couple nights!). We had a hard time finding the entrance to the hospital (should've taken the tour). I called my mom and Grandma at 5 a.m. to tell them we were almost there.

Cole had to go to the bathroom so he left me to check in. The lady at check-in bugged me so much! She kept asking me why I was there. I could hardly talk through the contractions to tell her that I was clearly having a baby. By the time Cole returned, they had taken me back. They wouldn't let him back to see me yet so he paced and paced. Within 10 min. they let him in, but he almost immediately had to go to the bathroom again. Cole kept asking the nurse, Rosa, if he should go get our bags. He must've asked her five times. We laughed about how she must've thought he was crazy.


Chillin in triage
  • 5:42 a.m. Dilated to only 3.5 cm and 100% effaced
  • 7:00 a.m. They admitted us and took us into a very large delivery room. My mom and grandma weren't far behind.
  • 8:00 a.m. Dilated to 4 cm. At this point, I tried to get some rest. I remember one contraction making me burst into tears. Cole was standing above me watching as it passed. I looked up and said, "That one hurt." After that there was no more crying, just breathing, until later at least.


Just hours away from being a mom
  • 9:30 a.m. The sweet relief of an epidural! The doctor broke my water around 9:40 a.m.
  • 10:35 a.m. Dilated to 6 cm
My epidural made me tired and nauseous so I tried to sleep. They gave me medicine to counteract the nausea, which made me even more tired. It felt like I had slept only a moment when they told me it was time to start pushing. I remember thinking No, not yet. I'm too tired. I thought by the time I had to push I would've slept off the medicine's side effects. From here on out it is a blur of people-- Cole, my mom, my grandma, nurses, and it's funny but I only remember seeing my doctor once. It's a blur of senses --mainly extreme fatigue, nausea, the feeling of cool ice chips, deep, gasping breaths followed by feeling like my face was going to burst from pushing, but no feeling, no pressure where it actually counted. I dozed in and out of consciousness until the nurse's face would appear and tell me it's time to push again. It could've been minutes between each push, but it felt like only seconds. At one point, Cole's mom arrived. Everyone looked concerned, but Cole stayed strong and in his "buck up"/inspirational tone told me to "Push harder." I pushed for almost 3 hours.

My doctor came in and told us he could try vacuum extraction, and if that didn't work, it would have to be a C-section. He did the vacuum, and I'm told that the bed and I moved, but not Lily. She was stuck. This is when it hit me that the one thing I really did not want--a C-section--was the thing I was going to get. I started to cry and so did Cole. I've never felt closer to anyone as I did to Cole throughout the birth and after. All at once they wheeled me off. Cole was sent to get suited up, but I didn't know that. It was another blur of people, but this time no one I knew. I continued to cry. I was really scared and all I wanted was Cole. It was freezing in the delivery room, and I began shaking uncontrollably. I felt nauseous again so they gave me more medicine. It burned going into my veins. Finally Cole came in and the surgery started. It seemed like just another second and I heard her little cry at 4:22 p.m. They moved her over to clean her up and Cole went over to see her. I was so frustrated because I could hear her and all I wanted to do was see her and hold her. The whole experience seemed like it happened so fast except that one moment; it felt like an eternity. Cole came back and I was still crying. I kept saying, "Where's my baby? I want to see my baby." Cole kept reassuring me saying, "It's okay. I know it seems like it's taking a long time. They're almost done." Finally he brought her over and I cried even more. I think I was so overwhelmed. I felt relieved, disappointed, and in awe all at the same time. I remember thinking she didn't look like how I expected she would. She was so white and her lips were so red, but she was beautiful.


Our emotional first meeting


Finally get to hold her

I held her as they wheeled me back into the room where Cole's and my family were all waiting. I didn't want to let go of her. This is where I'll stop. It was a very bittersweet experience--not at all like I had pictured it. The birth and the couple days following have definitely been the hardest days of motherhood with the fluctuating hormones, the lack of sleep, the pain, and the working through a lot of mixed emotions about the experience. I can honestly say now that each day after has gotten better despite the fact that the delivery wasn't ideal. I know it's cliche, but it's truly amazing how much love this one little person has brought into our world. We really couldn't be more blessed.


the whole world in my arms

The End.