Monday, May 13, 2013


“Mom is such a small word for something that means ‘everything in the world.’”

Baby weighs 3.75 lbs. --- getting chubbier everyday! 

In honor of Mother’s Day, Jonny and I thought it would be fun to share 3 things that each of our exceptional Moms has taught us.  These are lessons we will pass along to our Little One:  

Lessons Kristie has learned from Cathi: 
1.       Color outside the lines.  Be unique, think big, and don’t be afraid to go against the grain once in a while … especially if it will lead you to happiness. I promise that if your kindergarten teacher calls me with concerns that you don’t color inside the lines, I won’t be mad. In fact, I will be smiling inside.
2.       Respect yourself.   When you lay your head on the pillow at the end of each day, you want to feel proud of yourself.  Don’t let the popular opinion negatively influence the person you are or the person you can be.  And give others that same respect.
3.       Don’t say “hate.” You should especially avoid this word when speaking about your mother.  Trust me on this. When you are 10 years old and want to test the boundaries just to see what happens when you say those three little words (“I hate you”), you’ll be immediately heartbroken.   

Lessons Jon has learned from Deb: 
1.       Never be satisfied.  Watching my Mom as I grew up taught me to always strive to be the best, and do the best.  She often told me I was a great kid, but when I could improve, she would definitely let me know.  She taught me to always work hard to be better.  Even when I thought I had something down-pat, she could offer advice on how to improve.  She knew everything from English papers to trumpet solos, and taught me to better myself at everything she could.  
2.       Always care for others.  Throughout my childhood, my mom was always helping others.  Her other full time job (besides dressing Sean and I for sledding in the snow) was in-home health care.  Her patients were a top priority, even though there were many times of uncertainty and danger. Despite this, she continued to do her job because she enjoyed helping others.  Currently working in a school system, her students mean the world to her and she works tirelessly to help shape their futures.  No matter how small the help, or thankless the job, she has shown me that helping others is a sure way to increase your own happiness.
3.       Be Accountable.  As with all moms, my Mom is extremely busy.  Even though Sean and I are "out of the house," she still has a million things going on every day.  Even with all of the jobs that she does, she is always accountable to do what she says she will.  If I, or my newly growing family, needed anything, she would offer to help and you could take that offer to the bank.  She always says what she means, and does what she says.  

There is one last lesson from BOTH of our parents: “be good.”  This has been a phrase we first heard as children and have continued to hear ever since. To this day, most of the phone conversations with our parents end with “Be good. Love you!”   We love this Warzala-Pritchard tradition ... definitely one we'll be using as we raise Baby P!

Mother’s Day is dedicated to the wonder-women who raise their kiddos with so much unconditional love.   I can’t wait to be swallowed by that unimaginable amount of love that a mother has for her child. Only 8 short weeks to go… 
Playing our wedding song ("Whatever It Is" - Zac Brown Band) for the little Wiggle-Worm
Planted 7 flats of Begonias in honor of Mother's Day --- it's finally Springtime!  
Jonny lounging with the dogs on our comfy new deck furniture. 
Perfect ending to a perfect Mother's Day (to be) --- YUMMM!

Tuesday, May 7, 2013


Baby P is exactly two months away from his/her ETA!

16" and 3.3 lbs --- about to hit another growth spurt! 
I have read that the baby’s arms & legs are now proportionate to the head … and it definitely feels that way.  Baby P's "wiggleworm" personality has not changed one bit.  Sometimes it feels like he/she is rocking back and forth underneath my ribs, as if trying to get a back scratch.  And there are other times when a little foot presses up on my stomach and then stays there, just as happy as can be. I love to gently push back on that little foot and to feel the reaction of the baby moving away. It’s like we are communicating without any words and those moments are so special.  Above all, Jonny and my favorite movements are those super-strong ones that cause my shirt to jump off my belly, which is the craziest thing to see. They happen in the blink-of-an-eye, but when we catch one it bewilders both of us. We are really, actually, truly having a baby.  And it is growing bigger and stronger every single day.

I also read that the baby can now dream when he/she sleeps. And this has me wondering: what does a baby who has yet to be born actually dream about? Are the dreams about things that the baby can experience in the womb: our voices, music, or what it’s like to see light instead of darkness?  Or are the dreams just like the ones people have? And if the latter, how does the baby know about the vast possibilities of dreams having not yet experienced all of the things that this beautiful life has to offer?

Whatever he or she is dreaming of, I hope the dreams are B-I-G. And sweet. And full of potential. And I hope at least one of them is about how it will feel to be held by his/her Mom & Dad for the first time --- because that’s definitely what we’ve been dreaming about lately.

With Love,


Saturday, May 4, 2013


As I write this we are inching near the 31 week milestone … only 64 days until THE day! 

30 Weeks along ... 10 more to go! 
Last week was a bit of an emotional vortex in the Pritchard house.  Forest (our “big dog”) was diagnosed with cancer.  I cried every day for a week upon learning this news.  And the tears weren’t small & pretty. They were torrential rainfall kind of tears that don’t stop until your eyes are physically incapable of producing more salty drops of sadness.  And when the physical tears vanished, my attention diverted to a throbbing heartache. Each heartbeat felt like a mallet to a gong – vibrating and permeating my body with the twinge of reality that we’ll soon be missing the sound of 4 paws clickity-clacking around our house.  

But one cannot simmer in weeks such as those without eventually collapsing into the arms of hope. I began to think about how many tears I’ve avoided in the past 8 years as a result of Forest’s gentle, unconditional love.  About how one swat of his paw in request of an ear-scratch could bring a smile to my face (and still can).  He has raised Jonny and I to be a stronger couple. We value the selfless act and responsibility of caring for something other than ourselves --- more than we care about ourselves most days.  The volume of tears I cried last week will never outweigh all the laughter he has given us. And so, I am resolved to make the time we have left with Forest a time that is filled with h-a-p-p-i-n-e-s-s. 

Forest being a happy dog ... he has the sweetest eyes! 
We’ve since been spoiling the Big Dog with lots of non-traditional treats: peanut butter, snickerdoodle cookies, rawhide bones… even some Worcestershire sauce.  We also outfitted him with some kickin’ boots (or “Air Jordans,” as Jonny calls them) to wear around the house, which give his hips some relief when he walks on our hardwood floors. He is happily following us around much more easily than he has been in the past few weeks.  His hardest time of day is nighttime, so we have been waking up intermittently throughout the night to pet him on the head and soothe him until he falls back asleep.  In keeping with my promise to find the “happy” in things, I remind myself that the nighttime snuggles are Forest’s way of training us for our lives with a baby. 

In baby news, I was showered in Cincinnati last weekend by some of my gorgeous girlfriends from near & far!  Every last detail was so personal and thoughtful. They knew I have been craving cheese & sweets, so they served different snacks with pasteurized feta and the most beautiful desserts. I literally ate 4 cake pops …. (shhhhh, don’t tell)!  And we played a fun game of matching celebrities to their kids’ names, which I won and didn’t mind bragging about - ha! Everyone was so generous with advice, gifts, and most of all, sincere friendship. My heart overflows with gratitude to have such wonderful girls – I can’t imagine a full life without each of them.   

Baby P getting lots of rubs & kisses at the shower!  
We now visit the OBGYN every two weeks and had another visit this week.  Our pregnancy continues to progress as beautifully as we could have imagined. The baby's measurements are right on track and his/her heartbeat continues to strum proudly & strongly (156 bpm)! It really seems that as soon as we’ve left one appointment we’re heading back to another --- time is FLYING!  Our nursery is still coming together and our next job is to start hanging some framed artwork on the walls … want a sneak peek??
Yesssssss, Baby P! You will be a sleeper! 

... Jonny is still trying to learn this lesson :)