Valentine Heart Attack – Flop

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Every once in a while I’ll see a craft or activity on Facebook or Pinterest and think “Hey, I can do that!”. That was the case when a few of my friends started sharing Skip to My Lou’s Valentine Heart Attack blog post. I have markers and construction paper, and cutting out hearts is something I can handle! Let’s do this!

Throughout January I looked forward to February 1st when I would put the first 2 hearts on Harper’s bedroom door. Before bed on January 31 I cut out 2 hearts, 1 large one that says “We love you because…” and a smaller heart with “You are kind”. I was so proud of myself, not only did I not forget the date, but my hearts were cute, and I couldn’t wait for Harper to wake up the next morning to see them.

As is typically the case, reality proved to be quite different than the idea I had in my head. Yesterday morning I get up and go into her room and she’s got this angry scowl on her face and is pointing at the door. Our conversation went like this…

H: “Mom, what are those?”
Me: “Well those are Valentine’s hearts that Mommy made for you last night. Don’t you like them?”
H: “No, I don’t like them. I don’t want them. I hate pink!”
So then I read the hearts to her, thinking that would help her understand.
H: “I need to get my orange stool so I can reach them and take them off.”

She proceeded to run to her bathroom to get her stool, take down the hearts, and put them on our bedroom door.

To say I was/am disappointed would be true. Maybe we’ll try again next year.

It’s a…

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It’s a strange thing, mother’s intuition. When I was pregnant with Harper, the moment I saw that line appear on that pregnancy test, I knew she was a girl. We confirmed at 18 weeks at a private ultrasound office and then confirmed at my 20 week anatomy scan at my doctor’s office.

This time around, with Baby Lowrey 2.0 I waffled. At first I was certain of another girl. But then after 8-9 weeks, my pregnancy started feeling different than it did with Harper. So of course I convinced myself that it was likely because baby was a boy. On top of that, all of my friends/family kept insisting that I was having a boy this time. I had myself convinced, but wouldn’t find out until a few weeks later at our anatomy scan which was scheduled for January 10. I would be 18w1d.

We made sure to bring Harper along with us so that she could see the baby, who she was convinced was a baby sister. Try explaining an ultrasound to a 3 year old though. As we’re getting ready to head out the door she’s gathering up a bunch of her toys and things she thinks the baby will need because she thought the baby was coming out that day. *swoon*

Lucky for us, baby was super cooperative and not at all shy, showing us all the goods!

And baby is….

Both outfits were purchased on ETSY at Willow Bee Apparel

We are so excited for another little girl! Harper is thrilled to not only be a big sister, but to have a little sister on the way. She has told me multiple times that “Baby Sister is my best friend” which of course turns me into a puddle of mushy mommy.

Universal Pre-Kindergarten

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Earlier this week I registered Harper for Universal Pre-Kindergarten with the school district. UPK. How did we get here so quickly? I swear to you, just last week she was an infant. The whole process was short and not at all glamorous (the room was warm and cramped with parents all there to sign their babies up just like I was) but absolutely surreal. She has loved pre-school thus far and I know she will continue thrive in the school setting. I just cannot believe we have made it here already.

Slow down baby girl.

Hello world!

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Every few years, I start a new blog. I always have the best of intentions, planning to write a couple of times a week, documenting life. Not because I find my life to be particularly interesting, but as a way to journal our adventures and have something to look back on. Sometimes my blogs survive one post, sometimes 3. It has been a good 12 years or so since I have blogged regularly. Life always seems to get in the way and that’s as far as I get. The last time I started a blog, I was pregnant with Harper. She is now 3. I had hoped to document our journey as new parents, through a the process of building a new house, and so on. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out so well.

Now I sit here, 18 weeks pregnant with our second baby, with the same intentions. I hope that you will join me on this journey and hold me accountable to the commitment that I am making.