The Long Awaited Conclusion
For ye few but faithful readers, I apologize profusely for keeping you waiting on the conclusion to Maya’s Birth Story.
Now just two weeks later, here is the exciting conclusion.
So for those of you who don’t know the story. Here’s a recap of the reason there is a big age difference between our kiddos. When the boy was about 2 1/2 years old, all the other females in our family were pregnant and I was ready to have another. It was at this point that Price made his opinion known that he was thinking we should just stick with one kiddo. Well it would be nice to say that I was okay and understanding about his opinion but NO WAY. I was mad and angry and let him know it and thus begun a three-year struggle in our marriage. Some days were better than others and some were downright nightmares.
We agreed that it would require God’s intervention to get us beyond this point. In November of 2002, Steven’s best friend from preschool died unexpectedly just a few days after being diagnosed with leukemia. It was at this point, I was hugely convicted that I had been taking for granted that I had one beautiful and healthy child and that I was missing out on time with him because I was always looking for ways to convince Price to have another one. And so I was content. One was enough and I was very happy to have him. I thought God had answered my prayers. He had taken away the ache to have another child and so we were on the same page…one child it was.
Until a few months later just a few days before leaving on a business trip to Seattle, Price informed me that he felt like God was saying the time had come for us to expand our family. I was totally taken back and after a short period of disbelief was excited that God had totally surprised me! We were on the same page but this time our family would expand.
So in early April, we found out that we were expecting. In May, we heard the baby’s heartbeat along with Steven who was so thrilled. He had been praying for a sibling and he was excited that God had answered his prayer. He immediately called both Nanas and Papas to inform them of the great news.
The pregnancy was great. Truth be told, I love being pregnant. It’s a very cool experience for me. My nausea isn’t too bad (unlike some of my friends). It’s neat to feel the baby moving. And of course, everyone enourages you to eat a lot…after all you are eating for two;)
Anyway, towards the end of the pregnancy I was ready to have Miss Maya out and with us. The doctor decided to induce me and so bright and early on December 11th I was admitted to the hospital and the induction began. The pain got a little intense and then came my hero, the epi man. With the epidural in place, I was ready to bring little bit in to the world. Though maybe she wasn’t quite ready??
The labor was pretty easy, considering the difficulties I had with Steven. After just 7 hours, Maya was born (Steven took 19 1/2 hours).
And we were very happy to have both sets of grandparents visit within the first few days of Miss Maya’s arrival. My folks were here to help with Steven while I was in the hospital and then Price’s folks showed up (totally surprising us) on the day we brought her home. We were shocked to see them as it was snowing pretty heavily that day in KC and the Horns had braved the near 8 hour drive up to see Maya and most of the way in the snow.
Big Brother Steven with Princess Maya. He was so proud to be a big brother!
Papa & Nana Horn with their KC grandkids.
Papa & Nana Telford with their KC grandkids.
And thus is the story of Princess Maya and her exciting trek into our lives. We are very blessed and honored to have the gift of two great kids each with their own unique personalities and talents. They make our lives very rich and very very exciting!
And now for my Christmas nap!
Love and joy come to you, and a Weekend Roundup too
Okay, people, it’s time to shake things up. Stomp all over the status quo! Boot you out of your comfort zone and into the realm of the unknown. Look at you, all stuck in your precious little rut, with your cheap American beer on one side of your La-Z-Boy and the remote control on the other, with the laptop in front of you and your browser pointed to http://www.thekchorns.com. You’re expecting to see a Weekend Roundup there, all carefully laid out into neat, Friday/Saturday/Sunday categories, with a little funny talk here and an irrelevant photo there. You make me sick. Brother, I am here to do something new, something that will, like, totally blow your little mind, man! No three-day narratives here, friend… no, this time, I’m just going to talk about one day. Day and a half, tops.
Something about this sausage rings a bell
Look what’s for dinner tonight. Yummy!
Hmmm… I wonder how you get this thing open. Ah, I see… you ring a bell at each corner.
Note to the manufacturers of this product:
peal: To ring a bell or to sound loudly and sonorously
peel: To strip or remove the outer covering of an object
Maya strikes a pose
And now, for no reason, an irrelevant photo taken weeks ago.
I will write a Weekend Roundup for you, parump-a-pum-pum
Psst. Hey buddy! Over here. Word on the street is you’re lookin’ for some information. Information about weekends, maybe the weekends of a certain… family? Maybe one what lives in Kansas City? Well, maybe I can help ya out. I got connections, see? I know people who know people, know what I’m sayin’? Course, it’s gonna cost ya a pretty penny. These gold-plated gym socks I’m wearin’… I’m still makin’ payments on ‘em, right? So yeah, I… what? Whaddaya mean they got a website where they tell it to everybody for free? Lousy @*%$&! Who’s gonna pay for these gym socks?! Yeah, yeah… go on, then. Read your stupid Weekend Roundup, see if I care. I guess I can make a little extra cash showing people pictures of cute animals with funny, nonsensical sayings on ‘em. Let’s see ‘em get that free on the Internet!
4 Years Ago…
Well it was this time 4 years ago, that I had finished up a dinner at Cracker Barrel. My “last supper” if you will. The last morsel of food and drink before having labor induced to deliver one beautiful baby girl.
Price, Steven, “Uncle” Tom and I had gone out for a bite to prepare for the joyous arrival of little bit. I ate pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, green beans, rolls and a Stewart’s Root Beer. YUM!
It was our last night at home alone with our little boy Steven, who would seem to age years by the time I returned home from the hospital. We would snuggle up and enjoy our night together. Price and I enjoyed our last full night of sleep for years to come.
Oh yeah, and how could we forget our baby, Elly. We snuggled with her too. Reassuring her that she would not be replaced, well probably not anyway. Oh come on, like I could give up my baby Elly.
Stay tuned tomorrow for more on this story…
A Weekend Roundup by any other name would still smell as rancid
Oh, awesome. Awesome awesome awesome. It’s time to sit in front of the computer on a lazy Sunday afternoon and recount the uninteresting events of the weekend to a bunch of uninterested readers. I’ve been looking forward to this all week! After all, which is better:
- lying on the sofa in the shadow of softly glowing Christmas lights, gently dozing in and out while watching Mythbusters, or
- typing
Number Two, right? In fact, I’ve had plenty of people tell me that the Weekend Roundup reminds them of Number Two. So let’s get this over with already. But I will warn you of two things. First, no photos this time. We didn’t take any pictures of anything because nothing happened worth recording. Second, my heart’s not really in this today, so I’m going to do a really piss-poor job of this. Yes, even worse than usual.
It was 14 years ago today…
On December 6, 1993, a nervous young college student, a couple of weeks away from graduation, got down on one knee and asked the love of his life to marry him. Awash with pity, and fearful that he would make a scene if she refused, she meekly consented.
(By the way, the guy was me, and the girl was Shannon. Just to clarify. I assumed it would be clear, but you never know.)
Anyway, thus was history made. Take a look at this photo, taken around that time. My lord, who are those bright-eyed youngsters? Who is that hairy devil with that pretty young thing?
Happy engagement anniversary, sweetie!
I am intrigued by this–how you say?–”Weekend Roundup”
Quesion: What do wild ostriches, marzipan, the War of Spanish Succession, and lock washers have in common? Answer: None of them have anything to do with this edition of the Weekend Roundup! I know, kind of a trick question. But as I learned in my Test Construction Methods class back in my heady days as an undergraduate education major, there’s no such thing as a trick question. Wait, now that I think about it, did the instructor ever actually say that? It’s hard to say, since I spent most of the class doodling sketches of the starship Enterprise and writing in the margins of my notebook, over and over, “I {heart} Alyssa Milano.” I didn’t draw little hearts, I actually wrote “{heart}.” Pretty creepy, when you think about it. Hmmm… maybe I should change the subject. How about I talk about our weekend and you just forget about that Alyssa Milano thing? Sounds good, thanks.