Sunday, March 13, 2016

Ruthie's First Week

Ruthie's first week, (mostly) in pictures...

Not so sure about this being born business:

A little happier:

Dad/daughter selfie:

We're obviously super happy about her arrival (3 days late, ahem):

(Sunday afternoon) Marveling over her tiny-ness:

Bubby making mischief in the hospital room:

Four kids (gulp):

Ford had this tranced look on his face in every single picture while he was holding her:

Lorelei didn't want to hold her at first (I think she was a little freaked out by how small Ruthie is). But once she saw that Bubby could handle it, she took a turn (and LOVED it). I predict these two will have a special bond:

This is real life, people (I feel like much of Chet's and my time is spent restraining Bubby from various things):

Monday (2 days old):

Tuesday (preparing to leave the hospital):


Tuesday night, sisters keeping watch:


Friday morning:

"I want to hold it!":

"Ahh, YOU hold it!":

Hope everyone had a great weekend!

Monday, March 7, 2016

What's in a name?

Our baby girl is here, and you finally know her name!  In case you don't, it's Ruth Emily, and we're officially calling her Ruthie.  (FYI, a nickname is official when you know it's what you're going to have embroidered on her Pottery Barn Kids anywhere chair.) 

Ruth/Ruthie is a name we've never considered for any of our other children, but it came up this pregnancy because the names we previously considered weren't quite right this time around.  I was sure we wouldn't think of anything new, but we dug down deep and actually came up with 3-4 names that had never been on our list before.  I've always liked the name Ruthie (hello, "7th Heaven!"), but, like I said, it was totally off the radar for my own children until now.

We don't really factor in the meanings of names when naming our children, but I love that Ruth means "compassionate friend."  (Ruth was the daughter-in-law of Naomi in the Bible.  After her husband/Naomi's son died, Ruth chose to leave her own people in Moab and relocate to Bethlehem with her mother-in-law's people.)

But Ruth said, "Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you.  For where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge.  Your people shall be my people, and your God my God." (Ruth 1:16)
To prove how all over the map we are regarding names, here are the meanings and origins of each of our children's names:

  1. Sydney: means "Saint Denis"; origin is French
  2. Lorelei:  means "alluring, temptress" (yikes); origin is German
  3. Ford: means "dweller at the Ford"; origin is English
  4. Ruth: means "compassionate friend"; origin is Hebrew

Her middle name, Emily, is after my maternal grandmother, Emily Belle (who I called P-ma).  (Let's pause a moment and reflect on how forward-thinking my great-grandmother was to choose the snazzy name "Emily Belle" for my grandmother in 1930.)  P-ma and I had an extra special relationship, and I'm so, so, SO glad we've been able to honor her through our child's name.

I have to confess that for months I've been thinking of her as Ruthie Belle.  (Ford Alan has been proof that a child's given name sometimes had little bearing on what you actually call them, seeing as "Bubby Joe" is what comes out of our mouths 80% of the time.  Poor kid.). Of course, when she's in trouble we'll holler, "RUTH EMILY!!!" (which will be never, right?), but don't be confused or surprised if I call her Ruthie Belle the rest of the time.  Both names honor my beloved P-ma, and, let's be's just darned cute.

We love you Ruth Emily/Ruthie/Ruthie Belle.  Welcome to our crazy family, and thank you for completing us.

Friday, March 4, 2016

40 Weeks

Here I sit, one day past my due date. We're watching "Minions" as a family, after a frozen pizza dinner, to celebrate. (We're nothing if not fancy.)

I can't remember off the top of my head if the other kids even got 39-week pictures (I know for a fact Sydney didn't). (I'm blogging from my phone, so I can't quickly/easily look up whether or not the other two were photographed at 39 weeks.)

Anyway, here I am, 40 weeks along:
Chet took more pictures without the scarf and without the drawstring of my pants hanging out, but I look the least annoyed in this picture, so there you have it.

In other news, it snowed last night:
It was beautiful, and thankfully not at all treacherous. There were no school or work delays, and by noon every last bit of it had melted.

Happy Friday!