Ben had to work on Friday, so Jenson and I stayed behind in Wichita to do some shopping with Sassy and company. It was a great day following a great Thanksgiving with Ben's family. BUT THEN I had to drive home with her by myself. It might have been the worst 3.5 hours of my life. Yes, it took 3.5 hours to get home, because I had to stop 3 times. The poor girl screamed for a long time. I think that in hell they make helpless mothers drive around by themselves with screaming babies in the backseat. It was awful.

Anyways, (btw, my father in law informed me this past week that "anyways" isn't a word) but anyways, my weekend is being redeemed by how great today has been.

First, Jens only woke up one time last night (this is huge for us, people) and then slept until 8:30. My husband got home from the hospital by 9:30, and had Daylight Donuts in tow. We got to sit in front of a fire, holding our napping baby for 2 hours and get caught up on our tv. (I realize this makes us seem really lame.) And now I'm eating a lunch of popcorn and diet coke from the Target snack bar and headed to Henryetta for Thanksgiving Round 2.

Hope your day is great, also!

Thankful, in no particular order

1. My husband, duh.
2. Jenson Kaye Hawley
3. Oreos with milk
4. Namwianga Mission
5. Best parents ever
6. Swaddle Me swaddlers
7. My husband's huge family
8. Q-group
9. Jobs that let me see my baby
10. My brothers and sisters
11. Diet coke
12. Best friends
13. A good pair of jeans
14. Promise of Heaven
15. Baby cuddles
16. Our new mattress
17. Hulu Plus
18. FaceTime
19. Henryetta
20. Disposable diapers

You're welcome for not doing this on Facebook and dominating your newsfeed.

1 year ago today

Exactly one year ago today, some crazy teenage girls were banging on our apartment door at 5am. 5am! They were looking for their friend, who was staying the night with some guys who lived next door to us. They were a little mixed up. Anyways, since we were up, I figured then was as good a time as any to take a pregnancy test. Positive. And after 3 more tests - still positive. We were so happy. I can't believe I've been in love with this little bumblebee for exactly one year.

Yes, this is a picture of a picture. Her very first school picture, as a matter of fact. 

Also, I'm running a half marathon this Sunday; and I'm scared. 

Worry

I am a worrywart. It just comes naturally to me. It's in my genes (thanks Dad). I'm not proud of this trait, and it's something I struggle with. From the second I found out that I was pregnant, I started worrying about this kid. And now that the precious girl is here in the flesh, there's a plethora of things to worry about it.

I find myself worrying about who her friends are going to be, and who she's going to date and someday, marry. I worry that people will be mean to her in school, that they'll pick on her. And then I start worrying that she might be the one picking on people. And then I worry that boys will break her heart. I worry that she won't be brilliant like her father, and that she might struggle with grades. I worry that she won't feel pretty and that she'll have self esteem issues. See, it's just such a vicious cycle.

BUT THEN, I just have to remind myself that she isn't just mine. She's not mine at all, actually. She's His. I have to remind myself, that though it seems impossible, God loves little Jensie Girl more than I could ever think of loving her. He will take care of her. So I guess really, the only thing I should really be worried about, is making sure that she knows Him. That she knows how much He loves her.

Also, I just completely bawled watching the episode of Parenthood where they send Haddie off to college. I've got to get a grip.