Dear Baby H #2

It’s almost time for our family to grow by another little boy. Outside of these last few weeks, time has -of course- flown by as this babe has grown inside me. When I was pregnant with Brantley I had so many emotions- excitement for new adventures and fear we would do it all wrong seem to be what stands out in my memory. This pregnancy is no different. So, here are a few things I hope for Baby #2:

Dear Baby H #2,

There are so many things in this big world I want you to know but for now I’ll start with a just a few. 

The second you are born I hope you know how much you are loved. Your dad, brother, and I have been waiting (me not so patiently) to meet you. Your brother has been trying to feed you ice cream, makes sure you get a drink when he thinks you’re thirsty and is planning out the toys for you two to play with. I’ve made your dad crazy with my never ending to-do lists and new ideas to make sure everything is perfect for your arrival.

I hope you and your brother have days filled with so many adventures it will be hard to remember them all when you’re older. I hope you boys spend your days digging in the dirt and tracking mud in the house (you may need to remind me I said this when I get upset that the house is a full of dirt). I hope your imagination takes you places you’ll never be able to fully explain to your dad and I, but I sure hope you try. I hope your brother teaches you the ropes of your world and you love being Brantley’s Little Brother as much as I have loved being Cook’s Little Sister.

I hope you know being the youngest is pretty fabulous. I’m told things with the second child are a little different than the first. Different is good. Your dad and I are proof being the youngest isn’t so bad. 😊Maybe you won’t have as many Baby’s First Christmas ornaments, definitely not as many new, stain-free clothes, or as many of your own toys but you will be showered with just as much love. I’ve also been told seeing my kids together will fill me with more joy than I ever thought possible.

When you’re a teenager I hope you remember your parents aren’t all that bad. I hope your dad and I have given you many years of excitement, love, and trust that those years will be painless. I know, I know..but a mom can hope, right?! 🙂 When it’s time for you to leave our house, I hope you start your adventures with so much confidence because we have done everything we know to prepare you for what life brings. 

I hope you know that even though your life will be filled with so much joy, there are going to be some struggles. Things that make you think you can’t go on. But, listen up, kid! You’re going to be tough and you will make it. You’ll take it day by day, you’ll find the good, you’ll lean on your people, and you’ll come out on top. Promise. 

I hope you know just how much I love being your mom. After almost four years of being married to your dad, some days I still find it crazy when my students call me Mrs. Haddix – As much as I love that name, I love being mom even more. 

On top of all of this- I hope you always know just how special you are. You have quite the village of people surrounding you to help you through life. I love you more than you’ll ever know, buddy. ❤️



Adventures with Baby H- Party of Two Expiring Soon

These past couple weeks Sam and I have spent “dating” again. We went to dinner and a movie (totally random weeknight date), went to dinner just him and I another time, took a few long drives with the dog just talking and listening to music a couple times, indulged in lots of ice cream and laughs several times and simply enjoyed being together just the two of us. I have officially hit the crazy-lady-pregnancy-stage so big props to him for dealing with me one on one so much.

I’ve been told several times that we need to do this and do that before baby man gets here. “We won’t be able to do it all once the baby makes his appearance”. Maybe this is the crazy-lady-pregnancy-stage but all this gets my mind turning even faster than it already does. Am I going to be a good mom? All this “do everything while you can” talk makes me nervous/anxious/overwhelmed/excited/and maybe a little selfish. It’s only been Sam and I for the last 9 years. In a few short weeks we will have a tiny human that we created craving our attention. What!!!! Ok, stop, it can’t be that bad or people wouldn’t have multiple kids. Am I really so selfish to be nervous about adding a human to our mix of crazy? Is this normal? Gah, we are going to parents be in five-ish weeks! And finally, I can’t be alone in having these thoughts. Oh wait, one more. With a little help, we have kept the flowers we planted alive alllllll summer. That has to be a good sign!

Last night I mentioned all this to Sam and to my surprise this has never crossed his mind. He simply can’t wait to bring little dude home, snuggle him and add his crazy to the mix. Just what this hormonal prego needed to hear. I’m hoping his normal mixed with my never-ending, sometimes over the top thoughts will balance each other out. *Side note: he did recently read about “bringing a newborn home”. I do believe he was surprised at a few things, especially the amount of diaper changes. I like to think I know what to expect. All those years of babysitting had to help with something. I predict it will go a little like this: sleeping, snuggling, eating, diaper changing, eating, pooping, crying, peeing, sleeping, eating, diaper changing crying, pooping, pooping, snuggling and pooping. It didn’t ever really cross my mind that he didn’t have a clue how things would work those first few days/weeks. Bless his heart for looking it up. 🙂

Finishing up this post, I had to take a potty break (these happen more often than not now). As I walked by baby man’s room I had a calming feeling come over me. His room is ready, we already have boxes upon boxes of diapers, his car seat is waiting for the go-ahead in the basement, our “village” is ready to meet and love him. Everything we could possibly need and more is prepared. I can read as much as I want about bringing baby home but I know nothing can prepare me for the super awesome adventure we are about to embark on. So, I’ll kick up my feet, pour a glass of sparkling grape juice, and enjoy the last weeks of Sam and I. Nine years is a long time to be a party of two. Bring on the party of three; crazy brain and all…I can’t wait.

P.s. Several people have asked about his nursery. We didn’t do anything super over the top but here’s a couple pictures. The little animals in the frames are decorations from my shower and the frames are handmade out of barn wood by Sam’s grandpa.







Adventures with Baby H- Part 5, Pregnancy Brain or Andrea Brain?

There have been many moments in my life that people refer to as “Andrea Moments”. At our wedding my maid of honor and Sam’s best man both mentioned Andrea Moments in their speeches. I had always heard of pregnancy brain and the forgetfulness that comes with the territory. Since I’ve been pregnant we have had a hard time deciphering if these moments are pregnancy brain or just the way my brain works.

Here’s a few examples to brighten your day:

*Sam plays on a softball team once a week and I like to make sure I take my own water. It gives me something to keep me occupied for the hour that the game lasts. Plus, the concession stand at Rice Field just isn’t like it was when we were kids so I get irritated if I have to contribute. (Side note, and you will only get this if you spent your summers at Miamisburg’s baseball diamonds: I tried to buy 100 red fish and as I held out my dollar the lady kindly informed “that’s not how they do things anymore”. Poor children have to spend their whole post game dollar on one small package of the same candy? Everything’s not a penny anymore? Such a let down.)  Anyway– One particular Monday I left my water in the car so I decided to walk back and get it. As I got closer to my car I realized the real bathrooms (not porta-potty’s) were only a few more steps. Being pregnant you have to take bathroom opportunities when you get them. On my way back to my car I decided I should get a piece of gum while I’m there. I was five steps away from my seat back at the diamond before I realized I went to the bathroom, got myself some gum but did not get my water. Fail.

*I decided to start our registry online instead of actually going into the store. My sister in laws were over so it was nice to have some input from moms who had been through the registering process. When it came time to register for a monitor I was a little confused by all the different options. I mean it’s as if they can do anything but actually put your screaming baby back to sleep. As we were looking at one particular monitor I told everyone I understood what the video option did, what the movement option did but was confused on the sound option. …Out of all the Andrea Moments, I think this is one that scared my husband the most.

*When sending my brother and his family off to Germany I tried to give them some advice.-

“You guys be careful not to get caught up in all the World Cup madness I’m seeing on the news.”

“We won’t since it’s in Brazil.”

“Yes, yes. You should be just fine.”

*One morning I was texting with Sam talking about baby things. I asked his opinion on registering at Target, along with Babies R Us, since they have more decorations for the nursery. Here’s the outcome:


I think I literally laughed out loud at this one for a good five minutes.

*Have you ever felt like your bladder was going to bust if you had gotten to the bathroom one second later? I have. Have you ever been so relieved that you made it without peeing your pants that you sit down, start to have yourself a little dance party to suddenly realize your drawers are still on? I have. Have you ever laughed hysterically at yourself in the bathroom stall then immediately run out to tell at least 3 co-workers what just happened? I’ve done that, too.

After sharing one of these with a few friends, my dear friend Brittany (who thinks quite similar to the way I do) informed me that the scary part of all of this is that it’s very possible the “baby brain” won’t go away. A plus of having these moments while pregnant is people just accepting the pregnancy brain excuse. I get even more excited when others blame it on the pregnancy before I can get it out. Little do some of you know…it’s just the way my life rolls. I have had these moments for years but it’s nice to have an excuse now.

If you haven’t gotten a chuckle out of at least one of these then you need to have yourself a beverage, some coffee or do some yoga. Whatever you need to do to relax a little. 🙂

Adventures with Baby H- Part 4, Names

Naming our little babe has been quite an adventure. We can’t agree on many names. Sam likes normal and I like not normal (shocking, right??). I don’t understand how people can choose a name and stick with it their whole pregnancy. I’m not good with long term decisions. I want to trade in the car I bought two years ago for a lease so that I have the ability to change my car every three years. You can’t do that with a baby’s name. He/she is stuck with it forever. What if we decide in a couple years we don’t like it? Does that happen? It took us 3 or 4 days after getting our dog, Paisley, to decide she was going to be Paisley. Props to those of you out there who have this name game down! Maybe you could share some pointers. 🙂

If we do come up with a name that one of us likes there’s been a few tests it has to run through before it gets a yes or no.
1. Sports Announcer Test- Would this name sound good if it was announced as making the game winning shot at his/her senior state championship basketball game? I know, what if they don’t play sports? We don’t want to think about that. I shared this theory with a couple of friends the other night. They laughed at first but then had me test their name. I do believe they were in agreement with the theory and their baby names sounded great being announced as if their child had just made the game winning play.
2. The Teacher Test- I think it’s safe to assume I’m not the only teacher who automatically thinks of a particular student when a name is suggested. This could be good or bad but I would say mainly bad. I personally don’t want to name my kid Johnny if I had a student one year named Johnny who gave me 20 new grey hairs. Sam thinks I’m crazy. I just feel like the kid is doomed from the beginning if he/she is named after that student. Let’s be real, Sam and I have been told we were a little tough to raise at a few points in our life. No need to jinx ourselves from the get go if possible.
3. The Yelling Test- Sam would like our child’s name to have two syllables. This way it can be shortened when needing to yell for them. He thinks it’s hard to excitingly yell a longer name, thus we could shorten it if needed. On the flip side, if the child’s in trouble, he’s practiced kindly yelling a shortened version of their name. He says the child will know we mean business if we use their shortened name. My name was never shortened but when I heard Andrea Lynne! I knew I should be a little scared. Usually it was my brother’s name being yelled, though. 😉

Not many have made it through these tests. The internet doesn’t help with the name game either. I’ve googled everything I can think of: unique baby names, new baby names, old baby names, unusual baby names. All I get are names I can’t pronounce which means I know Sam can’t pronounce them. He claims he has a speech impediment. This is also another test the name has to go through. I tell him if we practice the name over and over he will have it down by October. Ha, he doesn’t go for the idea.

We find out this week what we are having so maybe it will help us narrow down the search. Stay tuned for the winner!

Adventures with Baby H- Part 2, My Wish

Warning: This is going to be a sappy, mushy post. Those pregnancy hormones must be kicking in. Also, we have not found out Baby H’s gender yet but for the sake of my sanity, in this post baby is going to be referred to as he.

In the last couple months Sam and I have attended/been part of several milestone events for people in our life. Funerals, weddings, wedding showers, hearing my niece say one of her first words, friends buying a house and I’m sure more I can’t quite remember (thank you pregnancy brain). I have found myself fighting back tears at many of these events. It’s quite an amazing feeling to be growing a human. At Sam’s great aunts funeral I found myself hoping he would live a life as joyful and memorable as her. That there would be people who loved him and wanted to share stories and memories with him. At a wedding we went to last night I couldn’t hold back the tears when I looked at Sam, tears rolling down, during the mother/son dance and said “I’m going to have to do this some day.” His response was, “I might have to, too.” Lordy, these are things you (or maybe it was just us) don’t think about when you have the conversation with your significant other about having kids. Of course we have thought about the school events, sporting events, or family outings but literally every single part of our lives is going to have a whole new meaning once baby arrives. And we just simply cannot wait. I hope Baby H has people in his life who will guide him, create adventures with him, teach him a thing or two and just show him how it feels to be one of the luckiest people on Earth.

I hope he understands it’s okay to keep things simple like our grandparents. They have showed us a little hard work will take you a long way. I hope he has the dedication to all things like my dad (Sam, not so secretly, hopes he has the athletic ability of my dad). I hope he has the strength of my mom when life doesn’t go his way. I hope he has the love of the outdoors and the ability to take care of others like Sam’s mom. I hope he has the sense of humor and ability to make people laugh like Sam’s dad. I hope he has the sense of service like my brother. I hope he has the want to make things right like Sam’s brother. I hope he has the ability to cook like his aunt (unless some crazy miracle happens and I suddenly enjoy cooking, he won’t get that from me).

I hope he has people he calls family even though they are not blood related. The people he may start to explain the relationship, “My parent’s best friends of 30 years, daughter’s…” but then just decides to say “My family, you probably won’t get it.” instead because it’s easier.  I hope he has cousins he is excited to  talk to when life shows him new adventures, even though they may be scattered across the country.

I hope he has friends he stands in a circle with at a wedding and belts out songs like Jamey Johnson’s “In Color” and knows he’s not the only one that is singing the words right from the heart. I hope he has friends halfway around the world who share with him what it’s like to be a part of a different culture. I hope he has “small town America” friends that he can go visit after a rough week and enjoy the smell of cow manure and simplicity that being in a town with one or two traffic lights brings. I hope he has the friends he without a doubt knows will have his back at all hours of the day.

I hope he can sit on the patio of his own home on a sunny Sunday morning, throw a rope with his dog, hear the tv going inside the house and have a hard time understanding how he got to be so lucky.