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"!