Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Logan Turns 5

I've made a goal for 2017 to blog at least once a month.  Well.... here it is March 29, and I've got not a lot to say.  So I decided to finally recap Logan's 5th birthday party from back in August.

Only 1 problem.  I have exactly 2 pictures from that day.

Here they are in all their glory:

Back in October, we switched our cell phones from Verizon to Sprint, and got new phones and got a big headache and in the process I lost all photos from beginning of August to Halloween.  I had my moment of grief, and it is what it is.

So I'll just have to describe the party in such detail, it will feel like you're looking at pictures of the day.  Ready?

Actually, here's all you really need to know:

It was absolute chaos!!!!

Let me set the scene for you.

Ansley was about 2 weeks old.

My parents were visiting.

Our house was still on the market.

Daniel was at a week long conference in Indianapolis the week before.

And Logan wanted Star Wars everything, but most of all....

He wanted to invite every, single, boy from his preschool class and have a water fight.  And almost all of them came.

Which was really fun.

But really crazy.

I'm still amazed this all came together.

He also invited all our relatives and all his teachers and all our friends.  It was such a fun day!  Looking back I'm especially grateful because we moved a few short months later and this was the last time we saw a lot of our friends, so I'm really glad they got to come meet the baby, and our kids got to play, and we got to visit and have one last hurrah!

As per use, I got all my ideas from Pinterest.  Here's my board.

You can kind of see in the picture that we made a light saber "cake" which was really just cupcakes, but turned out super cute.  Here's the blog it came from.

So I guess there's not really much more to say!  I made Wookie (no bake) Cookies, and Yoda Guacamole.  We froze Logan's toy Han Solo in Jello Carbonite, and ate grape lightsaber skewers.  We  feasted on Edible Ewoks (teddy grams) and had a veggie tray that somewhat resembled Bobba Fet.  I got all my party supplies from Party City, and it really wasn't hard to find decorations.  Star Wars was everything that summer!

At the end we let the kids loose with these water squirters and these water balloons both from Amazon.  It was madness and everyone got soaked, but had a great time.

All in all, this was one of the easier parties to plan, because there's just SOOOOO much Star Wars stuff out there.  It was perfect for our little boy!

Logan's 4th birthday
Logan's 3rd birthday
Logan's 1st birthday
Reagan's 1st birthday
Reagan's 2nd birthday

Sunday, February 19, 2017


I got a new calling at church last week to work with the 12-18 year old girls in our congregation. Today, instead of going to my regular meeting with the women of our ward, I attended class with the young women.

It was a surreal experience to be with young girls again. It hit me how far removed I am from their lives and their problems. My life is so incredibly different than it was back when I was in their shoes just over a decade ago. And I've got to say, I will take my issues over their issues any day.

I had almost forgotten how hard those teenage years were. Boys and friends and parties and homework all swirled around me clamoring for my time and attention. Drugs and alcohol and temptations of every kind lurking about, begging me to take part. 

Yeah, being a teenage girl was no picnic. Thank goodness I don't have to go back there again.

But then, like a thunderstorm raining on my parade of relief, it dawned on me.....

I do. 

I do have to go back to that world.  But this time, I have to go back with my kids.  And I am totally, completely, 100%, unapologetically unprepared.

I am unprepared for my kids to grow up.

I'm not talking, I don't want my kids to trade baby teeth for big teeth, or learn how to drive a car, or graduate from high school. I'm not talking the cute, "Hey Logan, don't turn six, ok?" or "Reagan, don't ever stop believing in princesses and magic, ok?"  I'm talking, I'm not ready for my kids to be offered drugs or see pornography. 

I realized, I was ready to have babies, to have toddlers, to have kids, but I'm not ready for teenagers. I may never be ready. 

Thank goodness I've still got some time to figure out a game plan, right?

So for now, I'm going to soak up these innocent days. Days where our biggest problems are not sharing that exciting scrap of paper they found on the floor, or giving them the wrong colored plate with their Eggo waffles at breakfast. Days where I've played Legos and princess kitty so many times I want to poke my own eyes out. Moments where I am so sick of watching Paw Patrol I want to throw my TV out the window. Nights where the baby just.won't.sleep and I'm so exhausted I'm digging my fingernails into my hands and desperately checking Facebook again at 3:30 am hoping someone posted something in the last hour that can keep my attention so I won't fall asleep and drop her. Laundry piles that are never ending and stuffed animals that seem to be reproducing in the night and making permanent homes in my living room. 

Because something tells me these problems are NOTHING compared to what's coming!
Don't grow up, ok? No seriously, don't do it!!

Thursday, January 12, 2017


I'm coming to you tonight from my iPhone, because we moved 2 months ago and I still can't find my computer! Normally, going long stretches without blogging, doesn't bother me (clearly) but for some reason, I've felt the need to write.

We are settling in here, in our new corner of the world. Logan is doing great in school, Daniel continues to love his job, Reagan and I are both starting to make friends at church. Baby sleeps, eats, and poops on schedule. 

Life has gone on. 

We have a new dry cleaner, dog groomer, pediatrician, and grocery store (Kroger I love you, where have you been all my life???) 

Gah, how did we end up here, again??

I remember way back when Logan was a babe and I started this here bliggity blog, we were preparing to take our first job out of law school, make our first move out of Ohio, and start our new life in Washington D.C. My dream of being a stay at home mom and "mommy blogger" was becoming a reality.

D.C. was like a dream. We all made good friends quickly, enjoyed exploring the fun sights, loved having family and friends visit, Daniel loved his job, I loved being home with Logan, and baby number 2 was on her way. Life for a moment, was perfect.

But then (as they say in Tangled) that moment ended. Daniel's year long fellowship in D.C. ended, and our hearts were broken when our seemingly dream job slipped through our fingers. We were forced to leave D.C. at the last minute, to move back to Ohio and regroup.

I remember feeling like I was being forced to move against my will. I wanted so badly to stay. So badly to put roots down in D.C. To cultivate what had begun to sprout. But my little plant of a life was being violently ripped out of the ground with its shallow little roots to be "replanted" in seemingly "poor soil".

Our little area of Northeast Ohio is known for being depressed and run down. Sort of a "where dreams go to die" kind of place. And when we got there, that's exactly how I felt. 

However, I knew in my heart of hearts that Warren is where God wanted us to be. He is not cruel. He doesn't dangle things in front of our face, like a carrot on a string, just to string us along and never bless us. He had led us here, and He would help us grow.

And grow we did. Daniel lucked into a wonderful job, which at the time was exactly what we needed to get us back on our feet. We bought a house next to THE nicest and greatest friends and neighbors in the world. We flourished in our Church community and for once, really felt needed there. We loved being close to family. I made friends in our little community and it really started to feel like home. I remember thinking if God wanted us to stay forever, I would be more than willing. 

But then Daniel for real was offered his dream job. And he was offered it 3 hours away.

So we began to pull up those roots once again. Only this time, it wasn't violent and it wasn't shallow. It was deliberate and it was deep. Friends, and teachers, and schools, and dry cleaners, and dog groomers, and church family, now all friends, all part of an intricate root system, to painstakingly detangle and lovingly, gloomily carry away to replant in seemingly "better soil."

So here we are, trying again to grow. And since God has planted us here, I know we will. 

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Ansley White (Part 2)


Picture courtesy of Gianna James Photography
So now that we had decided about naming our girl Ansley, we had the challenge of coming up with a middle name to go with it.  Both our older kid's middle names: Carl and Brooke, are family names from my side; we figured it would be easy to find another family name to use.

We searched our family history for any sign of a potential family name.  But nothing really felt right, and none of the random names we looked at had the significance or meaning of our other two middle names.  Defeated with the idea of a family name, we decided on Madison.  A pretty name that we both liked, one of Daniel's favorite Presidents, (so she would be named after a President like Reagan is) that would give her the same initials as me, AMD.  Ansley Madison it was.

Enter Daniel's subconscious.

One day I got a text message from Daniel, "What do you think of the name Lina?"

-pronounced "Line-Uh"-

I apologize to anyone who likes this name, is named this, has family named this, or anyone else who might be offended by what I'm about to say:

I do not like the name Lina.

Daniel had had a dream, in which he was given a clear message that he needed to name this baby after his Great Great Grandmother, Lina Lee White.

A little history on Granny White.  It was the late 1800's/early 1900's, everyone in her area had left the Church, and her daughter was going through a very rebellious stage, threatening to tear the family apart.  Needless to say it was a very pivotal time in her life and the lives of her family.  She raised Daniel's grandma and siblings, remained faithful, kept the family together and active in the Church, and to this day is known as the rock of faith in the Dew family.  Even after her death, several members of the family have had dreams that Granny White has visited them in trying times.  The night before he had the dream, Daniel had read Granny White's patriarchal blessings and really felt a closeness to this wonderful woman.

After learning more about Granny White, I knew we were going to have to make this name work.

With Lina out, we were left with Lee.

Obviously Ansley Lee doesn't work.  To me, that put us right back at square one.  And I felt so sad and so defeated by it.  I had felt so strongly about Ansley, and now to have it taken from me was a hard pill to swallow.  So we talked and talked and talked about names that would go with Lee as the middle name.

But nothing seemed right and nothing fit the way that it should.  Until finally it hit us.... Lina Lee had one other name: White.  And it fit just perfectly with Ansley.

So we decided right then and there she would be our Ansley White.  The search for a name was finally, FINALLY over!!

And just to make sure Daniel didn't change his mind AGAIN, I began getting Ansley stamped and embroidered on basically everything I bought for the baby thereafter.  And now she's here and perfect and her name is perfect, too!  Thank goodness!!!!

See part 1 here

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Happy Birthday Logan

Last night, was the last night I would tuck you in bed as a four year old.  After I had put your sisters to bed, and we were alone, we sang "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" (aka the Dorothy Song) together.  As I listened to your sweet singing voice, and looked down at your Junior Ranger vest you insist on wearing 24/7 these days, even to bed, tears welled up in my eyes.  4 has been a great age.

4 has been the age of Star Wars, "spooky things", and Legos. The age of tricks, playing tackle with Daddy, being silly, scaring me before bath, and climbing on everything. It has been the age of learning.  Learning to read, learning how to control your emotions, and how to sit still in circle.  How to make new friends, and how to treat old ones.  4 has been the age of standing out.  From your light up robot costume at Halloween, to your loud renditions of The Phantom of the Opera, to stage jumping to fight Darth Vader at Disney World, you always stand out in a crowd.  Your passion, enthusiasm, and determination set you apart as someone special.  4 has been fun.  Adventures with Superman, fighting Darth Vader, getting purple donuts, swimming with friends, snowball fights, and being a different character every day.  You have definitely learned more about love this year.  You learned to love friends like family, even telling people that you have a brother named Vincent.  You began to truly love Reagan, to teach her things, and become her best friend. You loved a baby that you had never even met and gave Ansley the biggest and most loving welcome into our family.

Logan, you are amazing and such a joy.

So as I kissed your head and hugged you tight for one last time as 4, and I reflected on the past year, I couldn't help but think about the blessing it is to be your mother, and how you've made the past 5 years even better than I could have imagined.  I knew being a mother would be a wonderful adventure, but I never knew that being Logan's mother would be the MOST wonderful adventure.

Ansley White (Part 1)

photo courtesy of Gianna James Photography

So now that you have heard what our kids wanted to name our new baby, and now that's she's FINALLY here, let me tell you the story of her name.

As previously mentioned, Daniel and I could not agree on a name for our sweet little miss.  I was a good 4 months pregnant, and we still didn't know.  I'm the type that likes to decide on a name and start calling the baby that.  I think it really helps me bond.  Anyway, none of the girl names that we had previously liked or talked about seemed to be "it".  Super, super frustrating for me!!  Back in February we went to Disney World on a whirlwind vacation.  I prayed and prayed for a sign that I would know this little girl's name.

Our last day at Disney, Logan was a touch ill.  I think it was just severe exhaustion, but he just wasn't himself.  On our way out on the Monorail that last day, we sat next to an adorable family with the cutest blond hair, blue eyed girl.  Amazingly, Logan just came to life talking to this little girl.  They were laughing and whispering in each other's ears.  It was like they had been lifelong friends.  My boy that hadn't been at all himself, was finally laughing and smiling.  I looked down at the girl's sweater and she had on a pin that said, "Happy Birthday Ansley!  I'm 5!"

Ansley.  The name took me by surprise.  For one, I had never hear it before.  And two, I instantly felt a connection and liking to the name.

We parted ways with sweet little Ansley and her family, and began our walk back to the car.  I asked Daniel what he thought of the name Ansley which he immediately responded, "I hate it, it sounds like a made up name."

Typical Daniel.  He's very particular about names.  But I wasn't going to give up so easily.

"I think it may be the name.  I may have just had my sign.  Did you see Logan and that little girl on the Monarail?  If it's not made up will you consider it?"

"Look it up"

So right there in the Disney World parking lot, I googled Ansley.  Turns out it is an old English surname.  Named after Ansley, England.  My parent's served their mission in England.  Score 1.  It means "Finds solace in the meadow."  My eyes welled with tears.  Logan is a Scottish name that means "meadow."  Score 2.  We had found our name.

Now to find a middle name.....

Tune in next time for the epic conclusion to naming our baby!!

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Sweet Ansley's Birth Story

She is finally here!!  Welcome Ansley White Dew!

Born on July 20, 2016 at 5:04 am.  She weighed 6 lb 12 oz and is 20 inches long.  She is practically perfect in every way!  Mom, Dad, big brother, big sister, Grandma and Grandpa (on both sides) are all very much in love!

I thought I'd take a few minutes and tell the tale of how this little beauty came to our family.  

I was at my 37 week appointment, and to my surprise, when the doctor checked me, I was 1 cm 50% effaced.  I was shocked because I had never progressed at all with either of my other kids until I was in labor.  The doctor told me, "Pack your bag, it could be any day!" 

So for the next 2 weeks, I lived in fear that I would go into labor at any minute with my husband 3 hours away!  There was even a few days around week 38 in which I had no working cell phone, my in laws were on vacation in Myrtle Beach, Daniel was away at work, and my parents weren't here yet.  I told me neighbor that if my water broke in the middle of the night I was going to come running across the lawn and bang on her window for them to watch my kids and take me to the hospital!  

Luckily, I made it to 39 weeks with no baby!  Now the problem was, Daniel is scheduled to leave for a work conference 2 days after my due date!  So I discussed the options with my doctor, and we decided I was a good candidate to be induced at 39 weeks 3 days.  

I was scheduled to be induced on July 19 at 6 pm.  

Despite my worries, anxiety, and lack of sleep, the night of the induction arrived.  We went to Texas Roadhouse with my parents and the kids for my "last meal."  Then Daniel and I kissed the kids goodbye and headed to the hospital.  With my other two kids it was such a crazy drive to the hospital, already being in labor, so it was oddly refreshing to go to the hospital so calmly.  

We got checked in, and the nurse checked me and I was 2 cm, 60% effaced.  They started me on Pitocin around 8 pm.  I was worried that the Pitocin wouldn't do anything because I was on Pitocin when my labor stalled out with Reagan and it really didn't do anything.  Thankfully, the contractions started pretty much right away, on the lowest dose of Pitocin and it didn't need to be upped again.  

The contractions really weren't bad, so Daniel and I chatted and watched TV, I talked to a friend from back home for a while, and tried to get some rest.  

The nurse checked me around 11 pm and I was a 3.  She said she wouldn't check me again until I needed something for pain.  I decided this time around that I was going to get an epidural.  I just didn't have it in me again to do another birth like Reagan.  

So around 1:30 am, I wasn't in pain, but I was getting uncomfortable, so I called for something for pain.  The nurse told me the anesthesiologist probably wouldn't be up for another hour, and asked if I wanted something in my IV to take the edge off.  Whatever they gave me, hit me like a ton of bricks. The room became a little fuzzy and I began asking weird questions such as, "Is it weird for my hands to feel like this?" raising my arms above me head.  Anyway, it also made me COMPLETELY relaxed, and did take the edge off until around 3 am when I was able to get the epidural. After the epidural the nurse checked me again and I was at 5 cm.  

Just like with Logan, the epidural gave me a little bit of the shakes, but I was able to relax and maybe even sleep, until around 4:30 am when I started feeling a little bit of pressure.  I was pretty numb, so I thought maybe my water broke and I didn't feel it, so I called the nurse.  She checked me and I was at 10 cm and the baby was coming!!  I couldn't believe it!  I had gone from 5 cm to 10 cm in an hour!  So we called my mom and the doctor to come on over for the birth!

The doctor got there around 4:45 am, got set up, broke my water, and two pushes later my sweet Ansley was born at 5:04 am.  My first thoughts were just how tiny and adorable she is!  She's one of the tiniest babies I've ever seen!  Almost 2 lbs smaller than Logan was!  It was seriously the EASIEST birth ever.  It almost felt like, "Was that it?  Is it over already?"  I was in labor with Logan for 23 hours and Reagan for 18 hours, so labor for basically 5 hours, maybe? felt amazing!  Ansley definitely wins the prize for easiest labor and delivery!  

A few hours later my mother in law brought over Logan and Reagan to meet their new sister.  Is it so cute to watch them with her.  Especially Logan, he is just smitten with her.  He is a great big brother.  

Anyway, that's how we welcomed our new baby girl!  Easy-peasy!