Everyday lives of the Meabon Household

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Omphalocele Awareness Day

The Meabons are sporting our black and white today in support of the first ever Omphalocele Awareness Day!    

"An omphalocele is a birth defect that occurs early in pregnancy, in which the abdominal wall does not close properly, and...some or most of the abdominal organs protrude into the umbilical cord.   A smaller omphalocele occurs in 1 of every 5,000 pregnancies, whereas a large omphalocele occurs in 1 of every 10,000, and is typically diagnosed through an ultrasound.   An omphalocele may be isolated, or may be associated with other defects and/or chromosomal abnormalities.

Despite the challenges a baby born with an omphalocele may face, there is much hope for them!   We are here to inform parents and members of the medical community that our children are survivors, and with appropriate treatment, they can go on to live happy, healthy lives!

Join us in spreading omphalocele awareness!   Wear black and white, the colors of the MOO's - Mothers of Omphaloceles, to show your support this January 31st!   Help us reach out to families of O babies everywhere, so that they will know they are not alone, and help us spread the word that omphalocele is a treatable and survivable condition."

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Thumbs Up Thursday - Fabrics

Well, well, well.  Look who's showing their pretty little face again.  That's right Thumbs Up Thursday, I'm talkin' to you.  Nice of you to bless us with your presence once again.
(Do you like how I'm totally putting the blame on TUT and, of course, this has nothing to do with my lack of work?)

So after a LONG hiatus, this Thumbs Up Thursday is dedicated to my two new favorite fabric sites.  Since I have a boy room that I've been ignoring until just after New Years and have since been obsessing over, I have been a mad woman searching for the perfect fabrics.  I've been totally unsatisfied with the local store options so I went online.

Thumbs Up for www.spoonflower.com.  This site is brilliant!  People can go on and submit their own designs for a weekly design contest.  If you're the winner, your fabric goes up for the world to buy.  This has resulted in an amazing collection of fabrics.  The best part is, the buyer can pick what type of fabric they want their selected design to go on.  Yes, the prices are a little steep but if you have a splurge fabric, its totally worth it.  Unfortunately, I can't copy the pictures from their site to share but if you click here, you can view my Spoon Flower splurge for the boy's room.

Thumbs Up for www.fabricguru.com.  Now after you've splurged on Spoon Flower, head over to Fabric Guru for your more thrifty options.  At less than $8 per yard for upholstery fabric, you'd be silly to shop elsewhere.  While their site is a little more confusing to peruse, it's totally worth it for the savings.  Here's our Fabric Guru selections for Numero Dos to compliment the elephants:

And both sites offer the option to purchase large sized swatches so you can have a look-see before you buy.

I received no compensation for these reviews - I just like the products.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Arriving at a Hospital Near You...

So it's unofficially official - as of today, Numero Dos will be joining the world on at 7:30am on Wednesday, March 14, 2012!  Since that week is Spring Break, it's been a little bit of a moving target.  Unless Dr. Cox changes his plans for the break, then we're good to go.  Seven and a half weeks - can you even believe it???  

And a huge thank you to my committee for the Junior League Fête du Cuvée wine auction who gave Dos a surprise baby shower on Tuesday night, complete with elephants (my favorite) and all!  I'll post pictures when I have them in my possession.  Now the boy has a few items of clothing in his wardrobe that weren't previously owned by a certain Squirrel.  

Monday, January 16, 2012

A Very Serious Letter

To my sweet baby girl,

I love you with all my heart and I only want what's best for you in life. Your happiness is so important to me and, for that reason, I need to let you know something that's heavy on my heart tonight. If, in twenty to thirty years, there's still a television show called The Bachelor (or anything that resembles a large group of women vying for the love of one man), please, I beg you, do not apply to be a member of the cast.

You must realize that nothing good can come from multiple women competing for one man. This is not normal and, if you think you can find eternal love in this manner, I have failed in my job as your mother.

There are a few things you need to realize:

1. You have competitiveness in your DNA. Your father and I are both EXTREMELY competitive. We had a very serious bet when it came to guessing your sex when I was pregnant with you. We have had evenings that have ended up with us not speaking to each other because we were on opposite teams on game night (the phrase "in yo' face" might have been used). And we've been known to bet on things as stupid as the expiration date on the milk carton. I know you will win the hearts of many men in your life but that feeling of winning can override love on reality tv and you, my dear, would most certainly fall victim. When the competition is taken out of it and you realize you are stuck with a cheesy, bouche dag and your break up is splashed on the cover of People magazine, you will no longer feel like a winner.

2. You must know that every woman has a crazy streak...especially when it comes to love. I might not ever come clean to you on my specific psycho moments but know that even your darling mother has ventured to a dark place once or twice in her life. These are not proud moments in a woman's life and there is no need for there to be a permanent record on tape for the world to see. If it's only in your head, you can always put a positive spin on it and make it justified. When it's on file to be seen over and over and for the world to tweet about, it's just a psycho moment.

3. Every woman has an ugly cry. If you appear on one of these shows, you have a 88.4% chance that America will see it and remember you for this cry.

4. If you choose to appear on a show such as The Bachelor, every hair on your head, freckle on your face and cute little quirk that Daddy and I have always told you we adore will be picked apart, criticized and made fun of by viewers. You do not want to hop on Facebook only to discover that someone finds your bangs hideous and that you laugh like a hyena. (And these are merely examples of things I've seen or thought about current and previous cast members, not based on anything about you....in fact, you don't even have hair right now.)

5. The producers of The Bachelor clearly get those chicks all liquored up before a rose ceremony. Speaking from experience, you always think you are much cuter, funnier and sassier than you appear to the rest of the world. In reality, you will appear sloppy, splotchy and slurry with blood-shot eyes and mangled hair.

I could keep going but we'll cross that bridge if you ever come to us saying you have some exciting news and it involves the words "reality show". You will find love and you will be happy but there is no reason, excuse or sensible explanation for doing it on television for America to see. I would almost rather hear the words, "I met him in a bar" come out of your mouth than, "we met on reality tv".

Please realize that none of this pertains to game shows, most specifically Jeopardy, Wheel of Fortune or The Price Is Right - any of those would give me a proud momma moment.

I love you always,


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Sunday, January 15, 2012

Honey Hijacking - Harper's Vacation

What would a vacation for us be without a stay at Honey and Grandy's?  And what would a stay at Honey and Grandy's be without a blog post from Honey?  


 What a difference a year makes.

A year ago Steve and I kept Harper while Brooke and Jared went to Puerto Rico on an incentive trip for Jared’s work. Grandy and I watched Harper again this year as Jared was fortunate enough to again qualify an incentive trip for the two of them to go to Jamaica.

As I watched Harper run from room to room, point to objects and watch our lips form the shapes necessary to make the words and then do her best to repeat those words, as she would touch, feel, open and shut everything in sight I found myself thinking back to what it was like keeping her last year.

Last year Harper was 5 months old. She had been home from the hospital just a little over 3 short months and she was still rather “new” to all of us. I was concerned with dressing and wrapping her Omphalocele correctly, but knew I could never measure up to Brooke’s expert technique. We were so careful with her bottles giving her just the right amount of pumped breast milk mixed with formula in order for her to gain weight. 

Spitting up was an issue and bibs and burp cloths were constantly being washed. Her sleep routine, while at the time seemed easy for a 5 month old was difficult without her mommy and her own bed. I would rock her till she fell asleep, gently lay her down and 30 minutes later she was awake and inconsolable. And Harper was an “easy” baby!

Well, what a difference a year makes! Grandy and I found ourselves watching the monitor each morning just waiting for Harper to stand up in her crib so we could go up and welcome her into the day. She would greet us with open arms and smiles and giggles. Oh sure we stood on our heads to entertain Harper...we went to the park (numerous times), the zoo...she loved the monkeys and bear, we went on extensive walks, we would go outside and swing and blow bubbles, read book after book and play for hours in the Mouse House upstairs. Harper loved watching me get dressed every day. She would stand at the shower door and I would provide commentary on everything I was doing...a little weird, but it worked. As I would put on my make-up & dry my hair Harps played in 2 drawers in our bathroom that are now hers. One is full of bandaids, the other little zipper pouches and travel products. She would then go into my closet with me to dress. There she found my scarf drawer and each morning would pick out different scarfs and we would make new fashion designs that she would run to Grandy for applause and approval.

Harper quickly told us, in her 17 old month way that it was no longer appropriate for me to be the one to put her down for the night. Grandy’s attempt wasn’t good enough either. Then it dawned on me, Brooke and Jared always put Harper down together and voila from then on we had our bedtime ritual of all 3 of us reading “Goodnight Moon,” singing “Jesus Loves Me” and saying a nighttime prayer and with 2 pacifiers in hand the girl was a goner. We quickly realized how fun this threesome was so it became a nap time ritual as well.

I remember when Brent and Brooke were babies and each year thinking, “This is my favorite stage”. I loved the cuddly baby stage, but this toddler stage that Harper is in now, where she is like a little sponge absorbing everything so quickly and delighted in anything you do for her--well, does it get any better than this? My answer is, “Of course it does!”

Each stage holds it’s own magic. When they begin putting words together to make sentences. Brent used to sing “...little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is STROMA” and Brooke would always say, “hold you Mommy, hold you”. Then they learn to count, to read, to ride a bike and before you know it...in a blink of an eye...they’ve grown wings and they are soaring high. While that is what every parent desires for their
children, it’s never easy to see them go. I often found myself wishing for those tender years that went so quickly to return. I yearned to hear the patter of those little feet, the sound of that small voice wanting to be held and consoled, if only for a few brief moments…but my children were grown up, it was not to be.

But guess what?!? My wishes have come true in the best way possible. Grandchildren! Grandchildren become a parents way of revisiting those precious years we only thought we had lost forever. No, our children will never need us like they once did, but the joy they are able to give us in allowing us to care and love and nurture their little ones is the best gift imaginable.

I love when my wishes come true and I can’t wait for our next little one!

I love you this much,


Thursday, January 12, 2012

Ya Man!

Well, we survived another incentive trip with Jared's company.  This time, the destination was Jamaica.  Yes, it was nice to get away and have some much needed couple time but I think we're one-and-done with Jamaica.  It rained every day and something about being 8 months pregnant and offered some "ganja" just doesn't sit too well with me....not to mention stepping into a bathing suit in January when 8 months pregnant and pasty white doesn't leave one feeling sexified.  Can you tell I'm pregnant and hormonal?  I'm complaining about a free trip to a tropical location.  Don't worry, I can feel your eye rolling from here.

But we're back a little tanner, enjoying our time with our girl and feeling well rested.

Sorry, I only managed to take three pictures on a 5 day vacation.  Dork.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

17 months

This picture totally sums up Harper at 17 months - I love it!
Surrounded by her books, making her "shocker" face that she makes about every five minutes (everything is crazy surprising these days!) and wearing her owl hat that she is currently obsessed with (she will go on a mission to find it and will keep it on for hours whether she's fully dressed, in pj's or buck naked and getting in the bathtub)

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Hello 2012!

"Oohhh" Moments

Perhaps this is one of those videos that only parents and grandparents will find entertaining but here you go. The Squirrel is AMAZED by everything these days. She has this deep, raspy "oohhh" and strange laugh that have come out of no where. This was the same "oohhhh" that occurred with Christmas presents but "oohhh" has now started popping up with anything Rooney does, spotting the cat, planes, cars, lights - okay, really anything. This particular "oohhhh" moment was sparked by watching her dad with the leaf blower. Jared, I love you and all but I don't find your leaf blowing skills as fascinating as our daughter does.