Blog or Laundry?

Nap time! And putting Mari down was actually successful. Who knows how long I have here (cue dooming music..) It certainly has been a while. Once I put Mari down for a nap I knew what i had to decide; Blog or laundry? Blog wins!! Mostly because I saw something on my way home today and I new instantly that it was time to BLOG.

Driving home through Brandon I saw a very pretty, hugely pregnant woman in a flowy maxi dress walking down the sidewalk. My very first though (and I may have even laughed out loud..) was WHOAAAAA am I glad I’m not pregnant anymore!! I am a little over 4 months pp right now and apparently that pregnancy amnesia everyone speaks of hasn’t hit me yet. Will it ever? I wonder when? But then again I don’t wonder. I still thank the Lord every day that I am not pregnant anymore. Note: I also thank him for our ability to easy have a child without trying, I’m not at all ungrateful. But no, I do not miss being pregnant. Naah.. It wasn’t cute. No, I do not reminisce fondly of my preggo Buddha belly. Just NO. I feel a little odd and maybe embarrassed for my stance on this as a woman and mother, like something is wrong with me for despiseing being pregnant so much. (Maybe I’m looking for some reassurance that this is normal, feel free to leave your reassurances in the comments below). But honestly, I’m not sorry. The truth is, as my memory stands, I REALLY despised being pregnant. I absolutely LOVE my daughter with all of my heart and am so grateful every day that God gave me such a beautiful, clever, mild mannered snuggly chubby baby; I was in love with her long before she was even born. I even got teary eyed and had to leave the room because it made me sick to my stomach watching Game of Thrones when they abandoned the baby in the woods during winter. But just no.

Needed to get that off my chest. PHEEEWWWW. Feeling better.

In other (lighter subjected) Henebry news: Mari got her 4 month shots. Took em like a champ as always. We are proud to be doing our part towards heard immunization!! Are you doing your part? This time she only got a fever in the 99’s! I’m such a proud Mommy for her stellar immune system!

We also took a little trip up to King’s Lynn this past weekend. King’s Lynn is a port town on a river that opens up into the North Sea. We checked out a very much intact castle from the 13th/14th centuries and strolled the town. The weather was beautiful!!

Our plans tomorrow are to go to Great Yarmouth (directly on the North Sea) check out the beach and shops.. and FOOD! The weather is supposed to be great again. FINALLY nice weather in England. We’re very happy 🙂

Over the 4th of July weekend (a 4 day weekend for us) we are planning to take a trip to Spain because I desperately need the beach. Let me say again, desperately. This trip will be brought to us in part by Jamberry!! This company is doing AMAZING things for me and I sincerely thank Shannon Lankford for introducing me to it. I’m beyond excited!!

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Scary Baby Behavior

Happy Saturday. It’s been beautiful so far. Sunny, 65 degrees, no England winds at all. Mariella and I walked downtown, bought some prawns and crab and then came home. That’s when sh** got scary and I basically had a coronary. I am now sitting here on the floor practically on top of our baby bouncer that Mari is peacefully sleeping in, just WATCHING her.

She’s been a doll all day but the freak out happened when I took her out of her carrier for a diaper change once we got home. I laid her down and started to change her and she all of a suddend starts CHOKING on her saliva, and OH MY GOSH was she choking. Eyes bulging, entire body tensed up, tongue out trying to cough… AND peeing. I’m home alone, I completely wig out on the inside. I grab and flip her over onto my hand and start pounding on her back. She was terrified and crying but I was more terrified and crying.

We both calmed down after 10 minutes of terrified faces. We sat back trying to relax and I fed her.. I think she was a little traumatized and her throat might have hurt a little because she still had a funny look on her face. Now she’s alright, of course.

Me? Not so much. You can find me here, sitting on the floor almost on top of her watching her breathe while she naps until Jeff comes home.

All I have to say is what… the… hell…

And I want my mom.



Sleep, I Miss You!

Mariella is napping, finally. After being awake from 6:30AM to 1:30PM, she took a 1 hour nap, and now she’s down again at 4. I know I should be sleeping myself, but at this point in the day its just too late. My desire for sleep is lost, along with my will to find said desire. (I know, I’m being dramatic but seriously).

This morning was a struggle. I struggled to want to give. I struggled to find smiles for my little whiney sweet baby while she stared googley eyed at me, the ceiling, the walls and.. whatever else she fixes her eyes on.  But then she smiles, and I smile, and my heart flutters and I feel instantly better. You can always kick what’s got you down with smiles.

But I feel selfish nonetheless. I know theres nothing wrong with feeling selfish.


I feel guilty for being so angry for the better part of the morning on days like today because all I want is more sleep, and all Mari wants to do is be awake and nothing at all will sway her into slumberland. Right now, she’s “napping” in her little vibrating chair and will usually stir/wakes up every 20 minutes once the vibrating turns off (damn default auto shut-off), and I quickly jump to turn the vibrate setting back on, I just need 20 more minutes!

I know this is normal, too. It just sucks. I’m so in love with sleep, but so much more in love with her. I jump and wake at her tiniest noise, so my lack of sleep is just as much my own fault. What’s a mother to do?

I know I’ll survive. And the sleep situation will certainly get better at some point. Tomorrow is another day, and even better, tomorrow is SATURDAY. Every stay at home mommy of an infant knows how exciting Saturday is. Nuff said.



The Mommy Meltdown

The last few days with our new little princess have actually been great and minimally stressful. Shes an eat, sleep, poop kinda gal; no time for funny business. So much that she’d likely sit in her own pissy diaper for longer than you or I could stand to attempt lasting. Try her, I’m sure she’d be down for a competition. (And no, we aren’t leaving her stewing in her own mess for hours, it’s just an observation of her nature.)

She’s been so good and my labor was so perfect that SOMETHING had to be a little adverse somewhere..

Mari had her 48 hour post discharge appointment on Wednesday. Her bilirubin was tested with a fancy hand held sensor on her forehead, it measured 15.8 and 15.2 which came out to be “intermediate-high” on the jaundice chart so they sent us to the lab for a heel stick blood test. I took her in, no big deal, the lab tech painstakingly (by the guilty look on her face) took the vial of blood while Mari screamed bloody murder and I sat there telling everyone that it’s alright, because it was. She hurried through and finished and we were then on our way to our 2nd appointment while waiting for the 1 hour test results.

Ring-ring… Jeff’s cell phone rings 45 minutes after the lab visit. It’s the med group, we need to go back and give another vial of blood because they didn’t get enough in the first vial to complete the test.
Mommy Reaction: WTH Asian lab tech lady?! Don’t you prick screaming babies all the time and squeeze the crap out of their tiny heel for some blood?! Do your one $@)&*^% job and stop feeling bad for my screaming child because NOW you DO have something to feel bad about.

Fuming, and now looming ever closer to Mari’s next feeding, we go back to the lab for another stick and vial of baby blood. This time Jeff takes Mariella back (not without me saying “Do not let the Asian do it!!) because I feel like I’m about to go ape shit on someone. They go back and I proceed to have a tear filled mommy meltdown in the waiting room. All I felt was rage and anger, I know Mari can take it but a bigger part of me was so mad that the lab (who if you remember from another blog post mangled my arm completely missing my vein) had to stick my baby again. Learn to take blood people!!

I’m spewing tears, I make Oma cry because her baby is crying. Big mess on top of being agitated because Mari needs to eat and we all hadn’t had lunch.

We left the lab and headed back to peds to finish up the now 3 hour appointment. Got Mari fed, results were 15.2 so they asked us to come back Thursday for another lab (successfully done by my request of having the same guy from vial 2 on Wednesday- completed with 2 sticks 1 vial, baby’s not a bleeder I guess.) Then one more lab today which showed her levels are continuing to drop so we are done with labs and in the clear!

Anyone else had an awesome Mommy Meltdown? Share your story in the comments. 🙂


Mommy Stuff, I’m Part of That Club!

As most of you reading this know, we welcomed baby Mariella into this world on February 1, at 8:21 AM! She weighed 6 lb. 11 oz. and was 20″. She didn’t weigh/measure that anymore at her 48 hr post appointment (breastfeed babies lose weight at first) so i think her length and weight are completely pointless!! But theres the info, for those who care 😉

Because of the above facts, I’m torn about the design of her birth announcement. Traditionally you put all of the birth info on the announcement, but I just think its completely stupid because she weighed that much for about 5 hours. Curse being practical.

So lets get to the story…

My water broke in the most convenient way possible (not sarcasm) which was great! I was getting ready for bed on Friday night at 10:00 (exactly), I was sitting on the pot having what I thought would be my first of 8-10 pee sessions of the night when whoop! Water broke. Into the toilet! Score!

I didn’t really believe it at first…But that was short-lived.  It became grossly apparent that this, in fact, was the real deal Holyfield when I saturated 8 sanitary pads in about 10 minutes and felt like an adult diaper would have helped the situation much better. NOTE, anyone with babies in their future: Just have an adult diaper or two on hand, no shame. They say only 15-25% of women actually have their water break prior to labor, dont let that stop you from getting a diaper, IT WOULD HAVE HELPED A LOT. It’s not like the Hugh Grant movie Nine Months where they painfully rush to the hospital because her water broke before dinner. It’s like Niagara Falls.

Anyway. More details… I was in labor for 8 hours. 5-6 hours that were actually painful.. the first 2-3 after my water broke I don’t really count. I was blessed enough to have an awesome midwife who told the crazy nurses that I could come off the continuous monitoring BS because me and baby were doing great. I know that this seriously helped me progress faster because I was free to do my business. The other deciding factor for my fantastic drug free labor was the midwife who delivered me. She was so calming and reassuring, I can’t imagine going through that without her knowledge and support. If anyone is thinking about doing a natural birth, get a midwife to deliver you!

So now, I will leave you with pictures of our beautiful baby girl.




Texas Sheet Cake Cupcakes with Coconut Buttercream Frosting

In an attempt to stay on my feet and beg gravity to help bring this princess into the world, I decided to bake. I keep saying that I love getting older because I get so much better at baking every year. Maybe it’s the practice… but I’d like to think it’s simply my refined understanding, precision and patience. 😉



1 1/2 c. Cake flour
1/14 tsp. Baking powder
1/2 tsp. Baking soda
1/4 tsp. Salt
2 Eggs (cold eggs work fine)
3/4 c. Sugar
1 tsp. Almond extract
1/2 tsp. Butter flavoring
1/2 c. Vegetable oil
1/2 c. buttermilk (i used 1/2 c. skim milk plus 1/2 Tbsp. white vinegar – combine the two and let the milk and vinegar sit for 5 minutes)

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees (330 degrees for mini cupcakes). My oven in the UK is in Celsius so i used 160 degrees for mini cupcakes.

1.) In a medium bowl, add cake flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt. whisk together and set aside.

2.) In a stand mixer with the beater attachment, beat eggs for 10-20 seconds. Then add sugar and continue to beat on medium for 30 seconds.

3.) Beat in your almond extract, butter flavoring and oil.

4.) Reduce mixer speed to low and slowly add half of the flour mixture, then half of the milk. (at this point, I gave the bowl a scraping to get all of the outlying stuff). Then add the rest of the flour mixture, and then the milk. .

5.) fill cupcake liners 2/3 full.

6.) *Bake regular size cupcakes at 350 degrees for 12-14 minutes (depending on your oven you may need to test with a toothpick and bake until it comes out clean when you poke through the center)
*Mini cupcakes: Bake at 330 degrees for 8-10 minutes

(Because of my oven, I baked all of mine at 160 degrees celsius for 12 minutes for minis and 16 minutes for regular size.)



1/2 c. Butter flavored Crisco shortening (room temp)
4 c. Confectioners sugar
4 Tbsp. Milk
1 1/2 tsp Butter flavoring
1/4 tsp Coconut flavoring
1/3 c. Sweetened coconut flakes

1.) Beat shortening in a stand mixer, then add flavoring and milk until smooth. 

2.) Slowly add confectioners sugar.

3.) Lastly, add coconut flakes


*Frosting will be thick, like the kind you buy in the store!


Some Pictures of the Thetford Area

On Saturday we went to Bury St. Edmunds, a larger town about 15 miles south, for some shopping and food. It was a fantastic outing!! Sorry, no pictures. Afterwards, we checked out some local points of interest in our town. Below are some pictures of the Monastery ruins up the road from us.


The Priory. Thetford Priory is a Cluniac monastic house in Thetford, Norfolk, England. One of the most important East Anglian monasteries, it was founded in 1103 by Roger Bigod, 1st Earl of Norfolk, and dedicated to Our Lady. Wikipedia