A day in the life of baby E

This past weekend I was away on a much needed girls trip.

Luckily for us, Amma was able to come visit while I was gone. 

It seems like they had a great time. 

Amma teaching E how to make homemade pasta. 

So good!

The struggle is real when it comes to hats. 

Elliott refuses to EVER wear one.

After many attempts, he seems to like this big floppy hat. 

I realize it is kind of girly, but he totally rocks it.

I do not have a green thumb. 

All my plants die. Always.

This is our 6th attempt planting flowers.

Let's see if these poor things make through the summer.

This is E giving Amma a pat on the back. 

He tends to pat you on the back when you hold him. 

I believe this is his way of saying, "you're doing a good job."

His cuteness kills me. 

I just love him so much.

Sick Day

The last two times we have secured a babysitter,

it seems as though E comes down with a stomach bug.

It's one of the many times we wish we had family near.

Naturally, this past Saturday it happened again. 

We should have seen the writing on the wall

 when all he wanted to do was be held.

He is not a cuddly baby. 

Although, we hate him being sick, we did enjoy

the snuggling and napping on our chest.

I captured this from our bedroom. 

It is not great quality, but it was picture that had to be taken.

So sweet.

This was followed by vomiting EVERYWHERE ( multiple times all over me).

and a fever. 

I'll just say, our floors have never been so clean. ;) 

It was a rough 24 hours for our little guy,

but I am happy to announce he is so much better.

We finally were able to enjoy the OKC Spring like weather. 

We celebrated with a pizza party outside.

And this is what Charlie thought about us not

sharing our pizza.

HA!

Side note: Elliott totally sat down to watch Charlie do his "business". 

It was too funny not to capture it. 

Here's to hoping for a full recovery and a date night soon.

Sundance and the nursing mom.

This past week I had my first girls trip since having baby E. 

It would be a lie to describe my trip as: relaxing, restful and/or peaceful.

It was anything but that...and I wouldn't have it any other way. 

After a two year hiatus (she had a baby and then I had a baby),

The dynamic duo were back together. 

We hit the streets of Park City, Utah for Sundance 2015. 

It was exciting, crazy, exhausting to say the least. 

I just realized, I have chocolate in my teeth. Why? Because I had
Chocolate for breakfast. 

This year was different than any other year for a couple of reasons:

First, it was just the two of us.

 No husbands, which was nice because we had no time for their long lectures of how inappropriate we behave and how they will not bail us out of jail.   

Second, I had to stop every four hours and pump. 

This meant pumping wherever...the town lift bathroom, the box office and a few

(lucky) times in our hotel room.

For my first pumping session, I landed in the town lift bathroom.

On my way to the restroom, I just so happened to pass Adrian Grenier. 

Whom I high-fived on my way into the restroom.

Because why not?

Adrian Grenier:
 Best known for his role in Entourage and Devil Wears Prada.

It wasn't until I got into the stall, got everything unpacked, that I realized I did not have

all my pieces for my double pump. 

This meant pumping one at a time.

Double the time.

I died. 

I had to make the best of a shitty situation (no pun intended), I found

this experience hilarious. 

It was a 3 person stall,

we were up close and personal...on levels that I did not want to be.

Let me set the scene:

Young girls walk in chatting about who knows what.

Both sit down to use the restroom.

It is important to add that I choose to use the middle stall.

Dumb.

Girls still talking to each other.

Finally, "what's that noise?"

For those pumpers out there, you know a pump when you hear one.

Whomp, whomp, whomp... 

I giggle inside and inform them I am pumping.

No response.

None.

My favorite story is the old lady (I assume, I couldn't see her), whom sat down in

the stall next to me. I guess, technically, everyone sat down next to me. 

She was doing her business, when she says, "is that a breast pump I hear?"

I laugh and say, yes.

We continue with our stall to stall conversation.

All the while doing her business.

Here is what I learned:

1. Her daughter was currently pumping.

2. She knows that sound anywhere.

3. She had to use a manual pump.

4. It took forever.

5. "Technology these days."

6. Price of different pumps.

7. You are doing a great thing for your baby.

Just to name a few.

We ended our conversation and I told her to tell her daughter to keep up the good work.

I don't even know how to start this next story other than to just come out and say it.

As women, for some reason, when we need "to go" to the bathroom

we always hope no one is in there. 

At least I do.

And if there is, we tend to wait for a "flush", "hand dryer" or for that person to leave.

Sadly, I was camped out (middle stall..dumb) in the restroom for 30 minutes.  

No one was getting away from me. 

Or I wasn't getting away from anyone, depending on how you see it.

That's a long time to hold anything "in" when you're sitting on the toilet. 

Once she let it out, I'm sure she was embarrassed, but relieved.

At least she got to leave.

 It was at that point, I felt like a cow.

Stuck in a stall being milked, 

surrounded by shit.

Motherhood at its finest. 

What day is it?

Can someone please stop time?

Elliott is almost 11 months old.

I haven't even started planning his first birthday.

Most of my new mom friends have been planning their kids 1st birthdays from the moment 

they arrived.

I'm over here like, 'should I do a white or chocolate cake' for his first cake experience.

Cake is one of my favorite food groups.

I can't take this too lightly. 

This will affect him for the rest of his life. 

Tough parenting decisions are going on here. 

Maybe I should take it to a vote?

What do you think? Chocolate or White?

Chocolate it is...thanks for the help.

Then it's on to icing....light and fluffy or thick and dense. 

Too many decisions....too many.

I've been a terrible blogger.

Who knew parenting would take up so much time? ha

I hope to start blogging a little more.

I just got back from my first girls trip (since having E)

 and have a lot of fun photos and stories to tell.

I will also try and keep you updated on this cute little guy as well. 

Here is our little bug Christmas morning. 

Summer Swim lessons.

Wow! It's been a while (5 months) since my last post.
Things have been a little crazy around here, but in a great way!

For the last month, Elliott has been taking swim lessons at Brian's work. 

Our goal was for him was to stay 5-10 minutes in the water of the 25 minute class.

To our surprise, he loved it and made it all 25 minutes! 

Here are a few pictures and videos from this months swim class. 

E getting suited up for swim class. 

E is just a little guy, so the water would usually turn him purple. 

Luckily, the swim instructor

brought him a wetsuit to wear during class. 

A baby in a wetsuit. 

Cutest thing EVER! 

It worked wonders!

This picture brings me so much joy. 

I literally die over these two. 

That smile, double chin, wet suit...it is just too much cuteness!

Getting ready for his last swim class! 

Learning to float with Ms. Tara

Learning to hold on to the side. 

Getting ready to be dunked under. 

Now dads turn to try...

 Elliott is a pro at going under. I hope this means teaching him to swim will be easy! ;) 

This was not from swim class, but I need a picture with the little swimmer too!

Beating the 100 degree temps in OKC. 

Elliott Lyne Scott

Wow! 

What a crazy, awesome surreal week. 

Last Thursday, March 13th  around 9:30pm

 Brian accused me of "peeing on the couch".

Only to find out my water had broken. 

16 days early. 

After being admitted into the hospital at 10pm

Little Elliott made his grand appearance

on Friday, March 14, 2014 at 10:40am. 

Elliott Lyne Scott. 

6lbs 3oz and 19.5 inches long. 

He is perfect. 

We are so in love and look forward to what's to come. 

He's had to spend the first week of his life in a Light box

for his jaundice. 

We finally got the OK to officially retire the box. 

I'm not sure we could take another night or day 

with him in it. 

I wanted to share a few of the hospital photos.

Yep, I bought them. 

Nearing the end...

We are 3 weeks out from our due date . 

Of course, give or take a week. 

Several of our friends and family have commented that, "this pregnancy has gone by so fast."

I'm so happy it has gone by "so fast" for you. 

Ha ;)
Once I hit the 7.5 month mark and stopped vomiting, it started to pick up a little 

for me as well. And for that, I am so thankful. 

Now that I am in my last and final month, it is going so sloooow.

We are starting to get really excited to meet our little guy, Elliott. 

His nursery is ready, car seat in place, bassinet set up all ready for his arrival. 

I'm trying hard to enjoy my last moments of being "selfish" and "quiet time", but I keep finding 

myself wishing away this time. 

I'm ready to leave the acid reflux, burping, growing body, waddling long behind. 

A few weeks ago,

Brian insisted we take maternity photos.

And secretly, I'm glad we did. 

Here are a few from our session: 

Meagan Potter Photography
This is my favorite picture.
Please notice how "something" is eating his pants.

Meagan Potter Photography 

Meagan Potter Photography

Meagan Potter Photography

March 30th can not get her soon enough. 

We are ready to meet you baby, E! 

Dirk Turk Scott

When I was first pregnant I agreed to "think" on the idea of not finding out the gender of our baby. 

Then I decided we would find out and wait to open the envelope at Thanksgiving.

Then I puked, again, and decided that I would ABSOLUTELY not wait 

until Thanksgiving. 

I needed something to be excited about. 

I needed something to connect to.

The only thing I feel connected to is the toilet. 

I'm 19 weeks, I thought that relationship would have ended a long time ago. 

But we are stronger than ever. 

I got multiple phone calls/texts requesting that I let them make a gender reveal cake or wait

a few days and have a party. 

I do love the idea of the reveal parties and I love cake. 

Honestly, I really just wanted it to be the two of us. 

So...

I decided to make my own "gender" reveal cake.

It just failed to reveal the gender of our child. 

But did reveal a very important fact about myself.

I love cake.

I love homemade peanut butter cake with homemade dark chocolate icing. 

 The best part about this cake (Pioneer Women Recipe), is that as soon as it is out of the oven you put the icing on it. 

NO WAITING REQUIRED.

It is encouraged to eat while warm.

Seeing that I am impatient, this is the prefect cake for me. 

I ate straight out of the pan, before dinner.

When it came time to open the envelope, it was no where to be found.

 In typical Scott fashion, 

what should have taken a few minutes, took over an hour.

I thought Brian was joking and let him know I was in no mood for jokes.

He thought for sure he put it in his glove box and locked it. 

He cleaned it out. 

Not in there.

I thought maybe he left it at his office.

He insisted he had not.

As we ate dinner, you could tell his frustration levels were increasing rapidly.  

He even went as far, to blame our friend Lehne (grooms-women in our wedding) for the missing envelope.

She jokingly told him she was going to break into his car and look.

"Maybe she took my keys out of my office while I was gone."

Really, Brian?! 

After dinner he put on his head lamp and out to the car he went. 

After, several cuss words (I assume) and taking the entire glove box out of the car...

there it was just as perfect as the information in it. 

We are so excited to announce that Dirk Turk Scott (not real name-although Brian likes it),  will make his appearance in March.

And for the first time in my pregnancy, I am excited!

Selfishly, it was exactly what I needed.

It may not have been an elaborate party or shared with tons of friends and family,

but it was perfect and still a drama-filled reveal. ha! ;)

I would not have it any other way. 

Here's to our son, 

Buster Lyne (another one of Brian's names)! 

--(at this point he has zero say in the name of our child)

Catch up!

It has been to long since my last post.
I am excited to finally feel like writing again or at least at the moment.
As most of you know, we are EXPECTING!
We are excited, scared, sick as an f-ing dog (still) but very blessed and ready
for the next chapter in this crazy thing we call life.
Baby Scott will be here the end of March!

My hope is to share with you some of the experiences, though at the time
were not funny, but we now can look back on and laugh.
Some are pretty embarrassing, really all of them, but the truth.
I've never been one to be ashamed of things I say or do whether it is at my expense or not.
I've said it before and I will say it again, if you can't laugh at yourself
then you live a pretty miserable life.

My pregnancy has not been easy and
has tested me both mentally, emotionally and physically.
My sister told me "do not be one of those girls who does not go to work because she is sick".
So, I wasn't.
I showed up everyday 5am sick as a dog.
For 12 weeks, I hid my pregnancy from my co-workers and friends.
Disappearing into the bathroom to vomit.
Forcing smiles through headaches and belly aches, counting down the hours to
go home and go to bed.
I wish I could say it has eased up in the 2nd trimester, but it has not.
The vomiting has actually become more frequent,
 but sometimes I will have a good day and I am very
thankful for those days.
Baby Scott is healthy and that is all that matters.

I will end this post with how I knew I was pregnant,
before I knew for sure I was pregnant.
The first 3 weeks my chest grew a full cup size.
Lord, help me!
I remember getting dressed and saying to myself
"what the heck?"
I was literally busting (no pun intended) out of my bra.
Please note, they were already huge to begin with so.....
They are literally under my chin.
The last 17 weeks have only made them bigger. ha!
I mean it's pure craziness.
I'll probably be the first to carry their baby in their chest and
be on the TODAY show being interviewed.
I'll let you know with it airs.
Size that these girls will could possibly get to is unimaginable.
I'm terrified.

Until next time....

Summer of "Yes"

Brian declared this is the "summer of yes." 

I totally agree. 

Trip to God's Country (Kentucky.. duh!). Yes.

Floating trip along the Buffalo River. Yes.

Trip to California. Yes. 

Kitchen Remodel. Yes.

Mumford and Sons and others weekend festival. Yes.

The Lumineers at Red Rocks in CO. Yes (Happy birthday, BT!)

Let's have a baby. "Not yet", which means NO. 

HAAAA! I mean, a girl had to try.

We started off our "summer of yes" by attending the epic, "My So Called Band" concert. 

They are this A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. 90's cover band. 

It is like rocking out to 106.1 FM in Morehead, KY, but way (WAY!) better.

"I saw the sign" 

I decided to take a picture of us before we looked like 

we got "caught in the rain."

YES!

And then the dancing started....

Work it! 

By the end of the night, this is what we looked like. 

Sweaty.

I decided to stay out of most pictures at this point, because, well, I'm a girl 

who sweats like a guy.

Gross.  

Sweaty Geologists! 

Fun girls!
#bookclubmeetingatmscb

This sums up our night!

#friends

#geologists

#grouphug

#sweat

#90s

Group "sweaty" hug.

 I think we have a pretty good start on our "summer of yes"!

Tornado

It seems Brian is always gone on fancy work trips or eating fancy dinners at a work conference when a tornado comes to town, leaving me to run from tornadoes by myself.

Here is a picture of the tornado that hit Edmond yesterday. Pretty scary. It landed a few miles from my house and luckily headed the opposite direction.
No damage to our house!

Sky's out, thighs out.

The past weekend was the OKC Memorial Marathon. 

Although we did not participate, we cheered on all of the runners.

We sipped on mimosas and nibbled on homemade cinnamon rolls. 

I think this might be the way to "run" a marathon. 

Anyways, after an hour of cheering for EVERY person that came by, 

 I was tired of cheering. Over it. 

After a while all people start to look the same (at least at the 9 mile uphill location) tired, hurting and pretty much over it. 

But something caught my eye during my little cheering break. 

And it was the American Flag.... Chubbies. A guy, running the half,  with no shirt, was running in these shorts.

I can only imagine the chaffing happening on his inner thighs.  

I immediately stood up and yelled, "Yeah- Chubbies".

He had already passed, but turned around,  made eye contact and gave me a fist pump.

I got some questionable stares from some of the bystanders with my use of "Chubbies".

Perverts. ;)

Luckily, Brian was able to explain to them what I was referring too.

"Sky's out thighs out"

Brian Scott was so proud. 

Why?

Because he has those shorts.

I have decided that Brian will probably start collecting these shorts. 

I mean, they do look good on him. 

I just prefer a sold color and not the American Flag. 

He recently bought himself a new pair that goes more with "everyday attire" or so he says. 

When we got them in the mail, unfortunately, they had a few minor issues 

and we had to send them back for an exchange. 

Bummer.

After two weeks and still no Chubbies. 

We began to worry. 

Brian decided to contact them and see what was going on. 

I mean, it is getting hot in OKC, the boy needs his shorts!

Here is the e-mail Chubbies sent back in regards to his returned shorts. 

Enjoy:

Thanks for reaching out my most excellent man. Your exchange just came in here at HQ. We are currently out of stock of the shorts you requested, but we should be restocking in the next week or so. If your thighs can't wait to taste sweet, sweet freedom, shoot me an email with another pair that you'd be interested in that we have available in your size on the site, and I can switch them out faster than you can build a three deck house of cards or I can shoot you a gift card so you can hop on those bad boys as soon as the go onto the website.

Rad dude, if you have any other questions or concerns feel free to shoot me an email or give us a call and talk to a real person. The number is 1-855-711-SOTO. If we don’t answer immediately, expect a call back shortly. It is my goal to make sure that you have sure that you have the best customer experience when doing business with us. Please if there is anything that I can do to make your experience better, don't hesitate to ask. Sorry about the delay brother! And thanks for your support and patience.

Awesome, hope this helps!

Evan "Big Poppa" Bertolli

And not to be outdone, here is Brian's response:

Big Poppa, 

Thanks for the response.  I think I would like to go ahead and get The Derbys in a Large, it is getting hot and I can't wait much longer for a new pair of thigh liberators.   

Brian "Quadmire" Scott