Gonna be better! I promise! :)

Ok, I really AM going to be better about writing in my blog now. We have FINALLY moved into our new house - we moved in about a month ago. I have my own little office off of our bedroom with some french doors that I just love! So, no excuses!
Here's what's going on in the life of the Moyers: first of all, I'm wondering where my newborn went! I can't believe she's 7 and a half months old. Time flies more now than it ever has! She started crawling last Monday while she was at Mama's house. Mama walked out of the room, and Kenna decided to follow her and just crawled right to Mama! Luckily Mama got a video of it and sent it to me. It seems like it was just a week or 2 before that that she was sitting up on her own! I really think that her going to daycare 3 days a week makes a difference in her development. She sees older children doing things and decides she wants to do it too! Unfortunately, she has also caught a cold and has been really sick the past few days. But hopefully that's on the out! LeAnna took her 6 month pictures also, and I'd like to share some of those. Here is the link to Le's blog with her pictures: http://lelegreencaptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/kenna-rayn-6-months-old-franklin-baby.html
In other news, I left PHHW, tried another job, and now I'm going back to PHHW.  The new job just didn't work out, and it is way too long to write.  I did try my best though, but some things are just not meant to be.
So, PHHW has graciously accepted me back into their firm, and I do feel like I'm going "home". I will start back sometime within the next week or 2, which depends on...
Shoulder surgery, possibly. About 4-5 weeks ago I was playing on the swingset we have in our new backyard with my neice and nephew, and I seem to have moved like a 14 year old in a 29 year olds body while doing a limbo move under a bar while holding on with my left hand. The doctor believes I have torn something which may require surgery to repair it depending on the severity of the tear. I had a MRI this morning which will give more insight. Sigh...
Well, that's news for now! Life is good, and God is greater!
:)

Lots Going On!

There is so much going on right now!  Where to start???  I guess the first thing is that I will be leaving my position at PHHW on April 15th this year after 5 and a half years of service.  It was an extremely hard decision that I prayed and thought over for at least a month.  I have accepted the position of Tax Manager/CFO with a company called Tri Star Sports & Entertainment.  They are an all-inclusive business management firm for entertainers and pro athletes.  I'm very excited about this new challenge and opportunity, but very sad at the same time to leave the people that have become like family at PHHW.  However, this new position will not demand any OT during "busy season" from which most of you know calls for about 65 to 70 hours a week during tax time!  I did not see my baby girl for ONE minute today.  She was asleep when I left this morning and asleep when I got home...I just cannot do that anymore.  Especially when I think about having baby #2 or #3 (possibly)!!

On another note - WE SOLD OUR HOUSE!!!  We closed on March 31st - we are officially DEBT FREE and homeless!  :)  Well, we have a home at Mama's right now!  We are currently waiting on the news from our offer on a home in Franklin.  It is a "short sale", which is a PROCESS....lemme tell ya!  The owners had 2 mortgages, from which one of them has accepted our offer, but the other has not.  We are supposed to find out this Thursday (4/8)...cross your fingers and say a prayer (but not necessarily in that order!) for us :)  This house is incredible and perfect for our family.  We have been staying at Mama's for about 2 and a half months now...we have one big room that makes up our living room, office, bedroom AND nursery!  Well, as of late we have moved Kenna into another room.  Poor baby doesn't even have her crib, just the pack and play!  But, she's happy just the same!

Kenna will be 5 months old on Wednesday!  Crazy!  Time has gone by so fast.  She is such a happy little girl!  Her "laughs" sound more like a squeal you make while sucking in air...really hard to describe in words!  Her eyes are still a blue-green....wondering if they'll stay that way...my mama has green eyes, Brian's mom has blue, both of my mama's parents have blue...guess we'll see!  She is a side sleeper and always rolls to her side to sleep when put on her back.  She also LOVES to squeal!  I really think she's going to be a loud talker like her Mama, which is like her Gran...haha.  She loves riding around outside in her stroller and kicks her legs the whole time.  She is eating cereal now and only spits in back out sometimes.  She is wearing 6-9 months clothes!  I think she's going to be a little chunker!  haha  Her smile is the most amazing thing to me and she is like a magnet that I am just drawn to...she is incredible and I thank God every day for her!

In 10 days busy season will be over and I will have a week and a half off before I start my new job.  I'm going to spend it with my "sugar cube"(aka Kenna), my sweet man, with a little shopping, massaging, and manicure/pedicure added in.  And maybe...just MAYBE...I'll be moving into our new house :)

Happy Birthday Daddy...

Daddy would have turned 57 today...

I dreamed the other night that Kenna met her Granddaddy at his cabin he built in Hickman County.  I had to take Kenna to the doctor on Thursday because she was sick...she pooted in the doctor's office and the nurse said "You must've learned that from Granddaddy, huh?".  I know she didn't know...but it still hurt my heart.

I look at pictures of Daddy that I have at my desk at work and I still can't believe he's gone.  He had so much more to give in life.  But God has a time for all of us...however, that doesn't make it any easier to accept the fact that he is gone. 

I pray every morning on the way to work...I pray outloud, kind of have my own conversation with God.  A few times a week, I ask God, "If Daddy is around, will you tell him that I said hi and that I miss him and love him?".  I don't know if he knows I do that...we'll never know till we get there, but I really hope he does. 

I wrote the following and shared it at Daddy's funeral - I think it shares my heart:

Christi and I had the best Daddy that God could have ever blessed us with. He always put us first; always made sure we had everything we needed. I would be so mad at myself if I did not stand up here and talk about Daddy, because he is the greatest man I have ever known. I do not know how to go day to day without him here, I’ve never had to do that before, but I will be strong and do it, because that is what he would want me to do. And even now that he is gone, I still want to make him proud, and I will strive to do that every day for the rest of my life.



I will not say that Daddy lost his battle with cancer, because nothing that Daddy went through in the past 8 months involved “losing”. Daddy fought so very hard, even when he was exhausted and weak, but we could not expect anything less from him. He fought so hard because he wanted to be here with us, no matter the pain or the sickness that it caused him, just for the chance to still be here sharing life with us.


Daddy was the hardest worker I have ever known. When he was working, fixing something, teaching us, building something, or coaching he put 110% of himself into it – he never shortchanged anything. If you knew Daddy, you knew this about him. When Christi and I were little, we would hide behind the kitchen door every night when Daddy got home from work and jump out and scare him when he walked in and every time he acted scared, as if he weren’t expecting it. I know Daddy must have been exhausted; he worked from sun up to sun down to make sure that we never needed for anything. Daddy taught me that there is nothing wrong with having to work hard for things in life, and that is how it should be. After I called him one night telling him I had not passed a part of the CPA exam and I was upset, he said “But Honey, how good will it feel when you do pass it, and you had to work hard for it? It wouldn’t mean nearly as much if you didn’t have to work hard for it” Daddy believed in hard work, and everyone around him could see that.


Daddy was always the first person I would call when I had news. Whether it was a good grade, finally passing the CPA exam, or simply making a wise decision, I would call him first because I knew that he would be the proudest. Daddy always expressed how important education is and he made sure that school always came first before softball or any other activity. I told Daddy a few months ago that I am pretty sure he was proud of me, and that is the highest compliment I would ever receive. One of the last things Daddy told me and Christi was that he is proud of us; that was so important to him for us to know that. I hope he knew how proud I am to be his daughter.


Daddy loved to tell stories, and he liked to tell him his way without anyone interrupting him. He got to tell one last story to me, Brian, Christi & Uncle Jeff on Wednesday night about the time Uncle Jeff sank his boat and trailer. That was such an enjoyment to him. I can still see him getting tickled to himself while telling stories and having to wait for the laugh to pass for him to continue.


I will miss Daddy’s laugh, hearing his greeting of “hey honey” on the other end of the line, his advice, his hugs, his excitement of sharing the updates on the cabin with us, his unwavering strength, his love, and simply his presence.


I could talk for hours, and I still don’t think that I would feel like I have said enough that he deserves to be said about him. As I write this, I wish there were perfect words and perfect sentences, so I can get across exactly how much he meant to me and how much he is loved. But all of you that are here know how wonderful he is, or else you wouldn’t be here with us today. I know that you all feel like you were lucky to have Daddy in your life, and his memory will stay with you forever. Daddy was not a man of many words, at least not all the time, but he sure did make an impression on so many lives.


Daddy would want me to tell everyone to not remember the David that we saw the last 8 months, but to remember the David the whole 55 years before he got sick. He would want Harold, Jimmy, Darryl and all the people down in Hickman County to remember the hunting, plowing, corn feeding, fish fry’s, and whatever else it was ya’ll did down there. He would want Billy & Floyd to remember the fishing they did together, their routine lunches and all the times they fixed our cars…even when we did things like put diesel in our cars instead of gas. He would want Uncle Jeff to remember him calling him Bruiser and all the crazy nights by a fire in their underwear. He would want his family to remember him as the caring, providing, loving, selfless man he was all the time. He would want Mama to remember good times like their 8 and a half mile hike in Gatlinburg just last May, him buying her roses every year for Valentine’s Day, and all of our wonderful vacations together. He would want Christi to remember all her “knuckle sandwiches” he gave her and times like when he built her sorority a race car that won and her bright purple and green tree house. He would want me to remember all of our softball trips together and wins, all of our rides together running errands that I began to cherish, and simply sitting in his office talking. And that is what I’m going to try and do. It will be very hard at first because I already just miss him so so much.

Daddy will never be forgotten, my children will always know who their Granddaddy was, and I will enjoy my life here on earth without his physical presence. But what a glorious day it will be when I get to say “Hey Daddy” in heaven, hug him, and hear him say “Hey honey” back.

Happy Birthday Daddy...I love you.

Time has flown by!!!

Wow...Kenna is over 2 months old and I haven't written a post in here since the day before I had her!  So much has gone on since then I don't even know where to start!  She is currently asleep, snuggling with me on my chest :)  She is smiling more and more and her smiles are the best parts of my day.  She tries to "talk" to us when we are talking to her.  She has rolled from her tummy to her back twice (I don't think she was trying to, I believe it was by accident!)  Her Gran (my mom) makes her smile the most...I think it's because Mama is so loud and animated!  She discovered her right hand this week and now bats at things, especially her friend, Sally the frog that is on her carseat.  She sleeps through the night already, starting at around 6 weeks old!  I know we are very very lucky!  However, she isn't too fond of going down for naps.  That can be kind of tricky.  She prefers to nap with Mama or Daddy, not in her bassinet or crib.  She discovered Toby a week or 2 ago, and will follow him when he walks around her.  Speaking of Toby, he is jealous of her but really likes Kenna!  He gives her kisses and lays down beside her (see picture below). 
I am going back to work Monday, right before busy season kicks in!  I'm looking forward to using my mind and I really enjoy my job, I'm sure I'm going to miss my little girl during the day though!  Luckily Mama is going to keep her and I can have peace of mind with that.  We are staying with Mama now (starting last night).  We are putting our house on the market, and it will be much easier if once the house is clean and "staged", it will stay that way.  Plus, Toby won't be there to bark at everyone who comes to look at it!  It's going to be really helpful staying with her during busy season - if Kenna is asleep in the mornings when I leave, she can just stay asleep, my drive is shorter to work, Mama will cook, etc. 
I miss Daddy so much.  I really wish he could have met Kenna and held her.  He would have been the best Granddaddy that ever was.  I'm going to make sure Kenna knows how wonderful he was and how much he loved her Mama.  I hope Kenna has the same wonderful "Daddy's girl" relationship with Brian as I had with Daddy. 
That's all for now...I'm going to try and keep up with this better now!  Here are some pictures from the past few months :)

Still waiting on Kenna... :)

40 weeks and 1 day pregnant - October 30, 2009

So, another week has gone by, and today I am 41 weeks and 1 day pregnant. My doctor told me a few weeks ago that 95% of women go into labor by their 41st week. Guess I am not in the norm! ;)

Last Wednesday, October 28th, Dr. Draughn told me that I was dilated 1 centimeter and 60 to 70% effaced. He said "I bet this will be your last appointment!". I was so excited...then the weekend passed, and no Kenna. So, we went back to the doctor on Monday morning. Brian's mom came in town Sunday night (thinking Kenna would be here any day!), so she went to the doctor with us. I was STILL at 1 cm and 70% effaced. No change. We talked, said he wanted me to wait 3 or 4 more days and see if I go into labor by myself like most other women. So, I cried. I couldn't help it. I am so tired of being big! And being bored, and anxious, and wondering if EVERY little contraction was IT. That labor was actually starting. He wanted to do an ultrasound, to make sure that Kenna was still doing ok, so, we went across the hall. She scored an 8 out of 8 on her "test" for baby movement, ect. They also estimated her to weigh in at 8 pounds, 10 ounces! When Mama had me, I was 13 days overdue and they induced her. I ended up being too big and Mama had a c-section. I weighed 8 pounds, 12 ounces. Dr. said that you usually follow family history...guess that's true! Here are 2 of the pictures from her ultrasound. Look at those chubby cheeks!

We scheduled an appointment for Wednesday, to see if there had been any progress. They did a stress test, and Kenna looks "just perfect" on paper as the Dr. says. So, we had a talk about what to do. He is pretty confident that I'll end up delivering her via c-section, but I told him that I at least wanted to TRY having her vaginally. The hospital was booked until Saturday morning, so that's when we are going in! Tomorrow morning at 6am. I can't believe it's finally here. Well, I can, but then again I can't.

So, here I am, 41 weeks and 1 day pregnant. I NEVER thought it would go this far. My last day of work was October 23rd...I thought for sure that I would only have a few days off without her, and it's been 2 weeks! I told Brian I was not housewife material. I have had a few days where I was so bored! I have had to make up stuff to do. There is only so much TV you can watch or internet you can surf. Brian's mom has been here this whole week with me though, and we have spent time together and some time at Mama's with her and Christi. Today I am going to get my hair done (ahhhhhhhhh), a pedicure (gotta have cute feet pushing...if I get to do that...) and then on to a little shopping. Not much though, because I am soooo big at this point I mainly waddle. I feel like a beached whale!

Last night Brian and I ran out to Opry Mills for dinner and for him to make an exchange. It was the first time in weeks I just didn't feel good at all. So many people have asked me how I'm feeling, and usually I just say that I'm fine. Which, I have been. I mean, I'm big, uncomfortable, can't sleep all the way through the night (good morning is now usually 4am), but for the most part I have felt pretty good. Not last night though. I just felt BLAH. I wanted to shop for some more pj's since I'll probably be wearing just that for a few weeks, but just didn't have the energy to walk around. I got a good night's sleep last night though and I feel much better this morning. Hopefully I'll get some good "me time" in today!

However, now that I KNOW Kenna will be here in the next day, I am sooooooooooo nervous! I haven't been nervous about being a Mama until now. I was looking at her bathtub yesterday, just thinking about how I will have a wonderful, little person to take care of the rest of my life, and I got so excited and scared all at the same time. I'm sure Brian and I will be just fine, after all, we have God to help us through, and He can do anything.

Waiting on Kenna...

Yesterday was my first day of maternity leave. Not planning on going back until January 27th. That is a looooooooooong time! I just wish that I had a baby to be "maternal" for! Haha. My due date is 2 days away. I have been having contractions for about half a week now that can be painful, but nothing consistent. My doctor said that he would let me go a week over before he would induce me unless there was a medical reason. I really would like to go into labor naturally though, because I have heard (and my doctor said) that induced labors are harder, longer, have more risk of infection, and run a higher chance of ending up in a C-section. I know Kenna will come when she is ready, but I'M READY!

Yesterday was a good day. I was up at 6:30 (internal clock I guess), did some stuff around the house, took Toby on a long walk (trying to stir things up), then got ready for the day. I went to have lunch with Brian at O'Charley's - gotta love that! Then I did a little shopping and got a manicure. Last night we went over to Mama's and had supper then took some furniture that we are donating to a single mother in need over to our pastor's house. They are doing an extreme home makeover type thing for her on Friday. It felt really good to be a part of something that will greatly benefit someone else.

Today, so far, I actually slept in until 8:20. It's now 11:30 and I'm still in my pajamas, but it's a good day for it because it's rainy and blah outside. I plan on staying in my pajamas all day unless Kenna decides to "make a move", as Brian says! We have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning at 8:30. Hopefully we'll get some good news (like I'm more dilated or something - I was 1 centimeter last Wednesday).

Brian and I celebrated our 1 year anniversary on October 18. We went to The Melting Pot for dinner, and it was fabulous! We chose The Melting Pot because we went there for one of our first "real" dates for my birthday a few years ago.

Hopefully my next blog entry will be our birth story! :)

Full Term!

I had a doctor's appointment this morning for my 37 week check up. I am not dilated AT ALL, but, she is head down. Her heart beat is still very strong and my blood pressure is awesome. He said that the 1st baby is usually stubborn...I just hope she comes sooner than later! We just can't wait to meet her! I go back next Wednesday (if she isn't here by then ;) ) to see if there is any more progress. I started having a few contractions yesterday, so hopefully those will get the ball rolling!

Other than that, Brian's Grandma Shoub passed away Saturday morning unexpectedly. They believe that she had a brain aneurysm - she would've been 80 on November 3rd. So, Saturday we made the 8 hour drive and came back last night after the funeral. Very long weekend and first of the week. She was a huge part of Brian's life, and we are all going to miss this very sweet lady. Here is a picture of us with her at our wedding last year:

We are STILL trying to close on Daddy's business. Hopefully that'll get done before I go into labor. Ugh. Yes, very big UGH.

As time draws nearer for Kenna to be here, I think more and more about how much I hate that Daddy isn't here to meet her...to hold her...he would have been the best Granddaddy. My heart hurts for him that he never got the opportunity to live it out. I will do my best to make sure Kenna and any of our other children know what a great man their Granddaddy was. I want to try my best for them to know him without ever meeting him. I hope that he shines through me.

I hope that everyone has a great rest of the week.