Monday, September 24, 2012

1 week old photos

A was the artistic director of the bottom right shot ^. You're eyes aren't mistaken you, that's a gun and a fishing rod. Please don't call Child Protective Services on us.
this is my best friend Whitney and her little cherub, Rees. Her sister, Courtney, was the photographer and did an amazing job if I do say so myself. Here's her website if anyone is looking for a photographer in Utah.

Oh little SiSi, you are so loved

life on a ranch

A and I have had some mighty fine adventures since we've moved to the ranch. He shot 2 rock chucks in the middle of lunch a few weeks ago and asked if I could cook them up for, no. We were just having a lovely meal and next thing I know A is out the door with his new gun and I am watching a rock chuck die on the deck. Then he walks back in the house as if nothing has happened and finishes his food.

and I just had to throw this one in here, it's probably my favorite photo of him ever. sigh.

 I also had to get in on the rock chuck killing action. Siena was asleep in her swing and I saw this guy just lounging on the deck so I followed A's example, picked up his gun and just shot it. To be honest I think that is the first living thing I have ever shot with a gun. After I did it I didn't know what to do with it because I wasn't about to touch it so I called A and he walked me through the disposal process. so gross.

Then one morning while I was nursing SiSi I looked out the window and watched as one of the horses galloped merrily down our driveway toward the road. So I put the girl in her swing (that blessed swing) and went to round up 4 horses in my pj's and slippers. 

and then there is Kipling and his yak horn...

Sometimes I feel like my life too closely mirrors the Beverly Hillbillies or an episode of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo (oh the horror). 

We're already training for next years redneck olympics, YEE HAW!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012


Siena Victoria Webb
born August 20, 2012
6 lbs 13 oz, 18.5 inches

So here's the birth story. Nothing too exciting or out of the ordinary. I went in for my weekly appointment with my doctor at 40 weeks and he asked me when I wanted to be induced and I said, "Today?" and he said, "Okay, I'll call the hospital and let them know you're coming. Go get a good meal first because once you go in they won't let you eat." I about died I was so excited! I was so sick of being pregnant and just wanted this girl here. So A and I went to Zupas and I got a huge lunch and went back to the hospital. I was started on pitocin around 1:00 pm and started pushing at 4:30ish and she popped right out at 7:09 pm.

Labor wasn't bad (thank goodness for epidurals!) but the delivery was a little hard. My doctor even said to me after, "Now that was a really tough delivery!" She got stuck in my pelvis for a long time and wouldn't rotate and then she decided to come out face up which apparently is harder to deliver. But she's here and that's all I care about.

Andrew did awesome and was my biggest cheerleader the entire time. He held my leg and my head for the entire 2 and a half hours while I pushed and gave me play by plays of every push. "That was a good one"..."I can see her hair"..."Come on sweetie, push harder! She's almost here!" He was a champ and I would have died without him there. Love you sweets!

Cheers to us!
Welcome to the world little one.