One Year.

Our sweet Eleanor is one.

Where did the time go? 

In one year, our lives have changed tremendously. We had a winter off together. We bought a house and moved to the suburbs. I left my job and many dear friends. Adly became potty trained and started pre-school. I began a new job and grade level. So many changes, and all for the better.

Here is Ellie, at one year old:

At one, Ellie is standing and letting go (and promptly dropping like a sack of potatoes). She is one determined little peanut and holds true to the statement "try, try, try...and try again."

She is slowly scaling around the couch.

She will "walk" with the help of mama or dada holding her hands.

She is like a little tree monkey and climbs up my legs to standing, wherever I stop.

Ellie has 2 bottom front teeth.

She eats, but is very picky. Her favorite foods include toast, any fruit, frozen peas, yogurt, and applesauce. She does not like meat or fish.

She can only drink milk from a cup. She has no time for the nonsense of Sippy's or straws. Sitting up to drink can be hard for her, so she does best in the highchair with an adult holding the cup for her.

She says "mama", "dada", "doggie", and "tee-tee" (pretty). I swear I heard an "Adeee!" when she was crawling after Adly one day. But that has only happened once. She is mostly known for her noises at this point. My absolute favorite is when she kisses someone and then goes "ohhhhhh!" She also falls and makes an "oooo!" sound.

Her favorite animals are cows, dogs, lions, bears, and elephants. She can make their sounds and goes crazy when she sees any of the above live and in person. Like when we went to the zoo and saw a lion close up, she went crazy roaring. And when we go for walks, she sees a dog and kicks and wiggles like crazy saying "woof, woof!!"

Ellie continues to even out our family with her calm, happy disposition. We are still all shocked when she cries, because it happens so rarely. She wakes up happy and goes to bed happy. We still have no idea where this bizarre personality came from, and hope it stays forever and ever (even through the threenager years).

While she's really the happiest baby ever, she is also quite the stinker! We are learning her sneaky little ways every day. She has no problem walloping her big sister in the face whenever she can get the chance. She gets into anything and everything she can get her hands on. When she is locked out of a room by baby gates she climbs up the gate, shakes it with all her might and screeches to be let in. Left laying in bed and want to get up or don't want to go to bed? Ellie's answer to that is to kick the walls with all her might (this can be heard throughout the entire house). More than once, Adam and I have caught eyes shaking our heads and realizing....she might be the one that really gives us a run for our money.

Ellie is still a total mama's girl, although she loves her dada and being with him too. She also adores her big sister.

She is a typical little sister and wants everything her big sissy has. Naturally, her big sissy does not enjoy "sharing". But honestly, more often than not, they love playing together. I think Adly is truly starting to enjoy this little being that can chase her, and play silly games with her. They laugh hysterically together over nothing and will play for extended amounts of time on their own. I absolutely adore these times together and only hope they continue. These are the moments I live for.

We are still taking things day by day as far as the low tone diagnosis goes. I've done a lot more reading on it over the last few months. It can come through in many forms as far as speech and fine motor skills are concerned, but for that only time will tell. She will be reevaluated at her one year appointment goes as far as her leg strength progress is concerned and we will discuss the necessity of therapy at that time.

I never could have guess one year ago how much I could love another little being. It's true that those feelings are present, and heavy before another little one comes. But the reality is, your heart really does have so much more room for other little loves. (Although this heart is full enough with two).

Thank you, my sweet Ellie-Bo-Belly for making our lives complete. We love you more than words could ever do justice.

What is this awful sweet stuff you shoved in my mouth!?

 

 

 



Eleanor Farrell

Bringing Eleanor into this world was vastly different from bringing Adly into the world. Enter lesson 1 for mama: Eleanor is not Adly.

Beginning around the start 36 weeks, I went from having regular Braxton Hicks to having some big contractions. Just a few, and not regular. It is crazy how quickly you remember "that old feeling" of a good tight squeeze from back to front. At 36 weeks, 4 days, I spent the better part of the day dealing with contractions. Of course, I was teaching so I had no time to count them. All I knew was they were consistent. By the end of the day, I called my doctor who ordered me straight to hospital. Adam and I headed in around 4:30. When I got in, I was 2cm dilated and still contracting regularly. They had us walk the halls for 2 hours to check for any changes. After two hours of walking my behind off, there were none. So we were sent home. I was grateful. Having an early baby can bring a whole host of complications and if we were able to avoid it, I was ok with it. By then I had started my weekly checkups, and when I saw doc the following Monday, there were still no changes. Nor had I experienced anymore powerful contractions, just your usual Braxton Hicks.

Counting contractions at home. 

Ready to head in. 

During the next week, I experienced my bloody show, mucus plug loss and more sporadic contractions. I didn't experience any of this with Adly so it continued the rollercoaster of "is this it?!". At my 38 week appointment I had progressed to 4cm dilated without much effort. My doctor was convinced I wouldn't make it to 39 weeks, but in the event I did, she allowed me to schedule a voluntary induction. I figured at that point, my body had been progressing through labor for a few weeks, it would be ready by 39. Contrary to everyones beliefs, little miss Ellie hung on for another week. She even gave mama one last scare of thinking my water broke. But that turned out to be just another form of liquid leaking from my body. (Pregnancy is the sexiest time in a woman's life EVER!) 

So on Tuesday, November 10 at 6am, we packed our bags and headed to the hospital one last time, ready to have our sweet little girl. 

I was happy to end up with an induction because I was induced with Adly. While it can take a while, I was so far along already, as soon as I was checked in I began hearing "oh, this will go fast" from all the nurses and doctors. I was also happy to be scheduled so I could ensure I didn't go too fast to get the necessary drugs to not feel the birth. 

I know drugs aren't for everyone, but they're for me. I don't deal well with pain, and thanks to medicine, I was able to "enjoy" my delivery of Adly (despite the exhaustion for pushing for an hour and fifteen minutes). I wanted that same (hopefully shorter) experience with Ellie. Soon after starting pitocin I was also hooked up with anesthesia and then began the waiting game. 

At noon, I was still only 4cm but my contractions were ramping up and becoming more regular. So doc broke my water. Soon after that, I began noticing I could "feel" my left side and move my left leg, while my right side was completely numb. I began asking the nurse what could be going on, she called in the anesthesiologist to check it out. She couldn't figure it out either, so she began moving the needle in my back to try to realign the insertion. They also had me turn on my left side to see if the drugs would naturally take to the left side. By now, my contractions were STRONG. So the left-sided-laying-experience involved me curled up in a ball, crying my way through each awful contraction. 

The anesthesiologist came in once more and tried to readjust the insertion point. That still did no good. By this point I was full on sobbing yelling to the nurse to get the anesthesiologist in there again and do her f*%*ing job! (I mean come on, hell hath no fury like an in-pain-Kelly). 

In that time, I suddenly felt that old feeling. "Oh my god I'm going to poop. I have to push!" I yelled. The nurse asked if I was sure and I yelled yes. She dashed to call the doctor in, and she came in no time. With Adly, we had 5-6 people delivering her. This time, it was so quick it was just Adam, the nurse and my doctor. The doctor immediately told me to get on my back because Ellie was crowning! I panicked and began crying and yelling, "I can feel everything!! I don't want to do this without druuuugs!!!" But it was too late. Doc yelled for me to push, I pushed my hardest and then she was yelling for help. I panicked and she said she couldn't get baby out. She told me to push harder than I've ever pushed before. I screamed screams I never thought possible, and pushed harder than I ever thought possible and then just like that, Eleanor Farrell was on my chest. She came so fast, the assistance the doc needed, which was because her shoulders were stuck, came in after she was already on my chest. Crazy, right? According to Adam, when the doctor came in, she had looked at him and said he was going to have a baby by 3:15. When he looked up at the clock, it was 3:10. She arrived at 3:14pm. 

I spent the next 15 minutes with Eleanor on my chest sobbing my eyes out because I was still so upset over "feeling everything". It was not the way I had wanted it, and I was still reeling from it all. Not to mention she came SO FAST I was in complete and utter shock. 

As soon as the shock wore off I realized no matter how painful it was, SHE WAS HERE! At last. I had waited 39 loooong weeks to get to meet her. And she was perfect. 

They do things differently now from the 2.5 years it's been since Adly. They allowed Ellie on my belly for what seemed like an hour. It was a good chunk of skin to skin. I'm grateful for it, but it was a long hour of Adam waiting excitedly to get his own hands on his baby girl. When they took her to weigh her, she was a very healthy 8lbs, 9oz.

I have to note, I later found out the anesthesiologist was actually doing her job. The problem was, Ellie had dropped down so fast and far down the birth canal that she was blocking any of the drugs from reaching my left side. In hindsight, that would've been a big clue she was coming, but it's ok. It's all a guessing game for the most part. Also, in hindsight, the pain wasn't that bad, it just wasn't what I had in mind. So those of you drug-free mama's I applaud you. But I also applaud all mama's for going through the act of childbirth in general. What an incredible act of strength it is, no matter which way you go about it!

We are so very thrilled to have this beautiful addition to our family. She, like her sister, has already begun writing her own story, from the very start of her sweet little life.

Welcome to our family, Eleanor! We love you to pieces.

Family photo. 

Dada getting some time with his girl. 

We're having a.....

GIRL!!!

Despite almost everyone's boy predictions, despite the different pregnancy and totally opposite cravings, Baby Bway 2.0 is a girl!

To say I was shocked is an understatement. I don't know why. From the start I really wanted another girl. But then I spent so much time being told it was a boy and telling myself it was a boy, I think I honestly believed it was a boy. And then I started to really want to experience having a little boy. So when the card read GIRL, it took me a full few minutes to soak it in.

We found out the sex at our 20 week ultrasound so they also examined every inch of her teeny little body, and everything appears to be very healthy. She was very tired and all balled up for most of the examination, but would move throughout the poking and prodding so they were able to get a good peek at her. This is different than her older sister, who was very stubborn and took two doctors pushing, poking, and prodding to be able to get a look at her. However, just like her big sister, she appears to already be self soothing through thumb sucking. How did I end up with two thumb suckers?!! Orthodontists everywhere will love us in 15 years. 

Our plan had been to keep the sex a secret until Adly's family birthday party next weekend, when most of our family would be present. I laugh out loud at this decision now. I don't know who we were kidding. We are the WORST secret keepers that ever lived! Literally as soon as we found out, I dried my tears, Adam slammed some wine (TWO girls!?!) and the appetizers arrived, we were ready to head home and call our families.

Adam always knew he wanted to carry on his middle name, Farrell, to one of his future children. Once we found out Adly was a girl, we decided to pull her middle name from my side of the family. For the second baby we decided we would use Farrell for the middle name, whether it was a boy or a girl. Soon after Adly was born, we began talking about another girl name, and how it could it ever be just as special as Adly's name. That was when Adam brought up the idea of carrying down his grandma Eleanor's name. I loved the name from the start, and although I was never able to meet her, I had heard many amazing things about her. From that moment on, we planned on using Eleanor, were we ever to have another girl.

I'm so glad we ended up doing it the way we did, and not waiting another week. We were able to share the news and the decision of the name individually with our parents and it was very special. When we called his mom to tell her the news last night (Eleanor was her mother), she was beyond thrilled and it was a very special, emotional moment.

So, meet little miss Eleanor (Ellie) Farrell. Sucking her little thumb from the start, just like her big sister!

A Day for Me

Mother's Day.

Suddenly this year, Mother's Day took on a whole new meaning. Last year I was pregnant. The day was spent recognizing all the mom's in my life but to be honest I just didn't "feel" like a mom yet. This year started out that way again. I honestly forgot about the day until my co-worker and dear friend Kari mentioned making something with her students. Oooops! Good thing I have her to remind me of such important events.

This year, my in-laws came down Saturday night to celebrate Mothers Day. All of them were so thoughtful and brought random gifts for my "first" Mothers Day. Adly even helped her aunt Nora and great aunt KK make a pot with her footprints in the shape of a butterfly. So cute!

To celebrate the actual Mother's Day, Adam and Adly had me open the gifts they shopped for which included some new sunglasses and a locket necklace bearing a picture of the three of us. We then headed out to dinner to celebrate. This was a big deal because it was the first time I was out of the house in weeks with the family and in a gasp! public place! But I hobbled my way in and out of the restaurant just fine.

The best part of the day was watching my ever-growing daughter ham it up with everyone in the restaurant. She has become such a personality in the last few months and to see her in a public setting blew me away. From the moment we were seated, she began pounding on the table, talking away. She immediately caught the eye of the owner and a few waitresses. She loved catching their attention, grinning, giggling, batting her eyes, and soaking in all of their coos towards her. She also had a great time smiling and grinning away at everyone seated next to us. Such a little charmer.

I'd say my first real Mother's Day was definitely a success. A big thank you to my amazing husband and family for all the loving gifts, flowers and cards. I certainly felt extra special this year!

Recovery Snuggles

You know how they say cats, dogs and other animals just seem to have a sixth sense as to when someone is sick or dying? Like when my grandma entered into hospice a few years ago, the workers there told us the tale of the wild turkeys who would gather outside a persons room in droves right before the person would exit this world. Then they showed up for my grandma and soon after, she left us. Morbid, I know...but I've always believed in it. I also now, more than ever, believe that babies have some sort of sixth sense too. Maybe not as morbid of one, but just an idea that something is different or that mom or dad might need some extra loving once in a while.

Adly has always seemed to have a knack for knowing exactly when mama needs just a little more reassurance. An extra push of, "it's ok mommy, you can do it!" Back in January, when my return to work was impending and I was definitely sad about it, Adly took a moment the night before to give me her first slobbery kiss. It was just what I needed from my lovebug before I embarked on the big change.

The night before my knee surgery, I was once again on the verge of tears and so sad as I was putting her to bed for "the last time for the next 6 weeks". As I laid her down on her changing table, she took that moment to be silly and go ballistic; kicking, thrashing, and yelling non-stop like a crazy lady.  So I started imitating her acting like a wild animal. My impression was met with hilarious, gut-busting baby giggles that will melt anyones heart. It was the perfect little push to remind mommy that everything will be a-ok.

Since returning home from the hospital, a certain someone has been perfectly content playing right by my side. The afternoon and evening of the surgery, she spent the entire time snuggled up against me,  calmly sucking her thumb, and playing with her blankie. In the days following, she has been completely happy just playing with her toys next to mama on the couch. Every once in a while she raises her arms up, asking to come up on my lap for a snuggle, and then goes right back to playing next to me. It is the weirdest thing! This is coming from a formerly crazy, on the verge of crawling 8-month-old who rarely sat still. I swear she knows. She knows mama needs the extra comfort. She knows mama shouldn't be home, but she is. She knows something's different, but she wants to let me know, as always, it's OK.

An infants' snuggles seriously have amazing healing powers. I cannot wait until I can once again carry my sweet pea without any fear of my knee giving out or pain. Soon enough....

Best view in the house! 

This Crazy Life

We're big fans of calamity in our daily lives around here, so per usual, there never really is a dull moment for our family of three.

As I mentioned previously, we were recently in the process of moving. As I also mentioned, I was also facing a pretty major knee surgery. Of course, according to the way our lives go, all of these things culminated at the same time. Throw in a little grades being due, conferences, and Adam's impending return to work and we've had ourselves an F-5 sized life-tornado in the last month. And just as we had said after all the birthing and new parenthood craziness, we once again reminded ourselves, "if we can make it through all of this in the first 2 years of marriage, we can make it through anything!"

First, it was the opportunity to get out of our incredibly small apartment. As I've said, I loved that apartment. But it was just too small. Day in and day out, I found myself swearing up and down we needed to move out as soon as possible. Then one day the landlord randomly called and said if we wanted to get out of our lease early, we could, no problem. We jumped at the chance and within a few days found a new apartment that was twice the size. We sat on the apartment and went back and forth over whether we should take it or not. The plus-side was that it was HUGE. So. Much. Space. The downsides were no AC, no in-unit laundry, and the kicker...on the 3rd floor. Despite our hesitations, we just couldn't pass up the space. So we signed on it, preparing to move in April 1.

Two days later, my knee dislocated in front of my school. In the severe fall, I landed on my face, and was suddenly, literally smacked in the face by the realization that Adly very easily could have been in my arms. And when my knee dislocates, there is nothing to stop me from falling. This has been an ongoing issue I've been avoiding for years because, well, frankly it sucks. The surgery sucks and so does the recovery. Instead of repairing it, I had resolved to just "dealing" with the occasional dislocation and fall. This was all, of course, before having a child. Funny how they change your perspective on so many things.

This time I knew I couldn't just ignore it, so I set up an appointment with a top orthopedic specialist in Chicago and then within a week had a surgery date set for March 28th...a mere three weeks later. Suddenly we realized we needed to push up our move and ohmyword we were moving to a THIRD FLOOR apartment only one week before knee surgery. Such luck.

In the last three weeks, we've moved, we've unpacked quickly, and then I went in for surgery. Everything appears to have gone just fine. Or, as fine as possible. It was a major surgery. Three incisions. Lots of internal mending, tying, grafting, screwing and rebuilding. Let's just hope to everything thats heavenly above that I never have to deal with a loose kneecap again.

Thankfully, to aid in my repair has been my loving husband and daughter, as well as our family and friends...because, oh yeah, we have an 8 month old that needs constant care too. Suddenly, our household has become one of one parent and two babies. I can't do anything without his assistance, and neither can Adly. But, just like everything we've encountered in the last year and a half of marriage, we will get through it. We will come out stronger thanks to our love, the support of our family, and our endlessly amazing friends.

But let me tell you, I thought we'd hit rock bottom that early morning in the hospital room, bleary-eyed, hours after delivery with that awful spray bottle in hand. But no. There's lower. You haven't really experienced marriage until your husband is holding your leg up by the side of the tub, cheering you on as you try your best to squeeze out a non-existent poop after taking constipating pain medications for four days straight.

Yes, that, my friends, is true love.

 Call it what you will, this little one has definitely known something's not right with mommy. She's been my little snuggle bug since I returned from the hospital on Friday. 

Date Night Out

A few weeks ago, I looked down at myself in the same sweatshirt I wear every night and the same leggings I wear every night and my ratty slippers I wear every night. I then looked over at my husband sitting across from me on the couch staring at the TV in the same sweatpants he wears every night in the usual t-shirt he wears every night. And then I said to myself, "Self....you need to get OUT. And so does that hot hubby of yours." So I dragged my ratty-slipper-covered foot over and rubbed it against my husband's toes to get his attention. I know, I'm a pro in the romance department.

Once I had his attention, I brought up the idea that we needed to get out of the house for a night. Time to get all razzle dazzle and hit the town, without our beloved daughter in tow. He jumped at the mention of a date night and we immediately texted our trusty sitter to lock in a Saturday night out.

Back in the day, pre-child, one of our favorite date night out traditions was to go to a quaint little greek restaurant by our house that is BYOB. It's one of those places where the tables are all too close together but that usually leads to meeting fun random people as you guzzle your respectable bottles of wine and eat your delicious food. From there, we would always bar crawl our way up and down the street by our house and then stumble home. We haven't done that in ages and for whatever reason, we were both itching to get out and just get drunk...just the two of us.

Of course, these days, neither of us have the tolerance we used to, so we knew it would likely be an early night. Our sitter came and we headed out. The night was fantastic and just what we needed. We ate, drank, and wandered the streets in the falling snow holding hands. I miss "dating" my husband and it was a nice reminder that we can't forget to take time out for us too.

Even if these days, our stamina only keeps us going until oh, I don't know.....10pm.

Pretty in Pink

Six months ago, in a time that now feels like a lifetime ago, you entered our lives. You flipped everything upside down and changed it all for the better. Your smiles light up our life. Your slobbery, drooly kisses melt my heart. And I can't imagine a day without your gummy smiles.

Thank you, Adly. I'm so glad I was picked to be your mommy.

Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho...

It's back to work I go....or I'm trying to....

This week, I was set to return back to work as a teacher to many little bitties. I absolutely love teaching and I've definitely missed it. But I do have to say, I also loved being able to stay home with Adly for six months more than I ever could have imagined.

The "back to work" behemoth mountain of dread has been looming for over a month as this ever-impending thing I knew was going to happen sooner than later. To be honest, it got to the point where I just wanted to get it over with. Unfortunately, Mother Nature had other plans and sent us into an arctic blast for two days, therefore pushing back my start date. Two days in which thankfully the officials took notice of and decided that little ones shouldn't be walking to and from school in -40 something wind gusts. I have to say, I wasn't sure if all the hype was for reals. Then I bundled up and went outside to clean off my car the first day. Within 5 minutes, I lost feeling in my fingertips and my nostrils were frozen. This weather is no joke!

Either way, my leave has now been extended by an extra two days. Leading up to my return to work, I am convinced Adly sensed something was changing. Call it an instinct, call it crazy, but I swear she knew. This could've also had to do with a change in my own demeanor as well, but either way it melted my heart. In the last week, she has become much more clingy with mommy, developing this fast-paced breathing like she's going to panic every time I walked away from her. She has also started doing much more cuddling, nestling up under my neck and sucking her thumb. And then, the biggest thing, this Sunday she kissed me for the first time!

A big, open-mouth, drooly kiss from my almost 6 month old.

I cried. Or rather, I sobbed.

We were looking at each other in the mirror (her favorite thing to do these days) when I kissed her on the cheek. She then grabbed my face and planted a big fat one on my own cheek.

I came out of the bedroom crying and had to pass her off to daddy so I could collect myself. I kind of thought it was coincidental and maybe it had happened just to give me that extra push of, "It's ok, mama. I still love you. I'll be fine and so will you."

But then that night, she did it again....and again. Seriously, it's the best sendoff I ever could've received from my favorite little girl.

Mama loves you my little buggy boo!!

Touchy Face

Adly's latest discovery has been the realization that those things that flail all around her regularly can be controlled to actually move and touch things. And when she touches those things, she can feel them. How cool is that?!

She started out by grabbing things I'd dangle over her. Even this simple act is neat to watch, as she slowly brings her hands up together and touches the object each time. You can see the gears turning in her head as she makes contact with her hands, that what she is feeling is what she is somehow touching.

Then she began touching my face. As usual, I had to fight back tears the first few times she did it. She was standing on my lap the first time it happened, face to face with me. The look on her face of pure curiosity as she brought up her hands and slowly touched my chin was priceless. Then her hands slowly traveled to my cheek. Then to my nose. And to my mouth. 

Now she loves investigating different faces of all different people, but of course I'm still the favorite. At least that's what I tell myself. The photo below was taken by our cousin Emily randomly on a Saturday evening. It's a display of her beautiful curiosity that is now captured forever. And it's moments like these that make me want time to slow down, wishing I could remember every second of this journey.

flower girl

This weekend, Adly got to walk down the aisle for the first time with her daddy. Oh, that makes me tear up even typing it.

Adly's aunt Nora (or, aunt Nowy as I'm convinced Adly will call her) got married! We were so honored to have her ask Adly to be the flower girl for her big day. Of course, she's not able to walk just yet, so her daddy who was also in the wedding carried her down the aisle.

The wedding was beautiful, the bride was stunning, and Adly was as cute as could be. I was so anxious all day about getting her to nap properly, because as we've learned the last few months, a sleepy baby makes for a very, very cranky baby. Thanks to the help of my dad and Anita, she was well rested when she arrived at the venue and was all ready for her moment in the spotlight. Between eating the tulle and the flower on her dress, Adly sure knew how to deliver the all important flower girl cuteness.

Here's our sweet little flower girl.

Love.

Watching aunt Nora put on her finishing touches. 

A thumb and a burp cloth. What every classy lady needs. 

Ready for showtime!

Anniversary Trip

To celebrate the end of our first year of marriage, Adam and I planned a trip to Door County, WI. This place has been very special to us for many reasons, but mostly because we got engaged there.

It was the best way to enjoy all things from this year together. Something about up north relaxed all of us--including our lovely baby who has been incredibly cranky when it comes to spending time with her daddy lately. We ate out, walked along the water, had some celebratory cocktails and took in the beauty of the fall leaves. This has been by far my most favorite time to be up there. Gorgeous!!

Before I get to the pictures I have to tell one very crazy story. The night Adam proposed, we went out to a steakhouse in Ephraim called Alexander's. At the end of dinner, he ordered a peanut butter and chocolate dessert to go. I thought nothing of it because he loooooves chocolate and pb. When we got to our cottage after dinner, he was carrying the dessert and champagne we had brought up. As we got to the door, he had me go in his pocket to get out the keys since his hands were full. There was the ring. So sneaky!

So for our anniversary dinner we knew we had to go back to Alexander's. While we were at dinner, your typical music was playing--songs, not classical music. All of the sudden, we noticed the song I walked down the aisle to--Quelqu'un Ma Dit was playing. Its a classical melody. Weird. At the end of our dinner, after a major blowout and a freezing cold diaper change, Adly had had just about enough. So we were quickly packing up to leave when the waiter dropped off a dessert to go "on the house" for our anniversary. We both looked at each other....seriously? Sure enough, it was the same dessert Adam had ordered on that fateful day. Such a fun way to spend a weekend reminiscing and celebrating such a busy, wild, and fantastic first year of marriage.

Where we going, mama!?

Hours of failed attempts at answering Trivial Pursuit questions.

Goats...on a roof!

Famous dessert. 

Fantastic resort!