I ordered the following this week:
What is that you may ask. Well I'll tell you. It's a K-Tec Mix n Blend™ Kitchen Machine It has more then double the horsepower (did you know mixers had horse power??) of a kitchen aid or a Bosch. I know it's not all the pretty colors- but did you notice the lid?? The one that completely covers (almost) the bowl? When I make frosting there is powdered sugar everywhere. But no more. Woo!! I'm so excited!! Seven to ten days. YAY!!!
Cheesecake covered in chocolate gnache, surrounded by hand dipped chocolate, mint and raspberry truffles. This was the groomscake for my brother's wedding.
My graveyard cupcakes from Halloween.
After two years trying to conceive our second child we were told that we'd even had one without fertility drugs was a miracle and that it was 'a statistical impossibility' that we'd have another. We were told that we'd have once chance and that if it worked it'd be one in a million, but if it didn't work there was no second try. Then it didn't work -we were devastated. Eight weeks later in the ER we found out that we were expecting, that we'd not only beaten the odds- but that we'd done it after they'd told us that we'd failed.
Then when I was 26 weeks pregnant they found the heart defect. She also wasn't growing fast enough. It was torture waiting. They usually induce labor early when babies aren't growing, but they wanted her to be as big as possible when she was born so that she could handle open heart surgery at less then 48 hours old. She would need 4 surgeries in her first 2 years of life. Her chances of surviving the first surgery was 50%.
They told us that she would be lucky to be five pounds at birth (this was with weekly ultrasounds and monitoring.) When she was born she was 7'10" and was pink! Her heart was declared perfect at 48 hours old and we were able to take her home. Our little Megan. I felt that the meaning of her name was very important. Megan means 'strong' or 'strength'. This fits her perfectly. We knew that she'd need to be strong to survive. She's still very strong willed and is physically stronger and more coordinated then her older sister. Her middle name is Elizabeth. She's named after my grandmother who died six weeks previous to her birth. Elizabeth also means 'gift from God'. I couldn't have asked for a better gift.
We prayed our Megan here, and prayed her to stay. She is a testimony to me of the power of the priesthood. Of course it also had to be in accordance with God's Will- which is where it gets tricky.
I believe in miracles though- I have no choice. My miracle baby is 3 1/2 years old and has two younger sisters who were conceived without medical intervention. I'm not sure why we've been so blessed, I certainly don't feel like we deserve it. But I'm eternally grateful.
My baby is seven! I can't believe that you're that old. I can't believe that I'm old enough to have a seven year old!!
Six was a great age for you. You learned an amazing amount. You went from barely reading to reading entire books, you learned how to tie your shoes (in one ten minute, tear free session no less), learned how to ride a bike with out training wheels. You finished kindergarten and started first grade at whole new school, and we moved, so you made a whole bunch of new friends.
You are my first- the first pregnancy, the first birth, the first baby. You had three and a half years of being the only child, then adjusted to being the oldest of four quite gracefully. I see so much of myself in you on a daily basis. You're my helper, almost always willing to help out when I need it, and mother your sisters (even if they don't need it.) You're always smiling and usually giggling.
You wanted a 'bumble bee' birthday party last year and I convinced you to take bumble bee cupcakes to school and then we had a tea party at home for your friends. Apparently that wasn't good enough since this year you, 'really wanted a bumble bee birthday party because I think it would be fun.' So we did it.
There was a bumble bee cupcake cake for school-
And a beehive cake for your party:
We drew bees with our eyes shut, played 'pin the stinger on the bee' and tried to break balloons tied to other peoples ankles. We also made fun invitations together.
I'm pretty sure you had a good time. I've never heard so much giggling and squealing in my life that's for sure!
