Saturday, October 4, 2014


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Playtime has become one of our morning rituals.  I never knew how much I would love a schedule until I had a baby.  Schedules are amazing, and ours includes some time for Jett to interact with his toys right after his bath.  How could watching an infant stare at a colorful plastic toy for five minutes fill my heart to the rim?  No idea, but it does.  There really isn't much to playtime right now besides the toy stare down and an occasional toy grab that actually seems intentional.  And then there is the cooing.  Oh my, why do they ever have to learn how to talk?  His coos are just about the sweetest thing I've ever heard.

I love to see how everyday he changes ever so slightly.  It's subtle, but it's there.  Day by day he is responding differently to his world.  His neck is getting stronger during tummy time.  He also doesn't seem quite as frustrated at the fact that he can't push himself up or lift his head for more than a few seconds.  I'm doing my best at taking it all in.  I keep telling myself to remember this or that, basically to remember everything about him.  But time is moving too quickly as it always does, and it's also moving slowly.  Slow enough for me to absorb every bit of this, which I'm thankful for.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Jett's Birth and First Month

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Here's our sweet boy, Jett Spencer Rogers who decided to come into this world a day early and face up, which made for an interesting delivery. And by interesting I mean five hours of pushing.  It came down to one last push, just one before my doctor threw in the towel, called it a day, and wheeled me into the OR for a C-section.  His words to me were, "This is your last chance.  Push like you don't want a C-section. "  Well OK doc. And with some help from my husband, that's exactly what I did.  We were all relieved when his head popped out followed by the rest of him.  He was here at last.

Jett weighed in at 7 pounds 6 ounces and was 19.5 inches long. Perfection.

Being a mother to such a sweet little spirit feels like a dream.  I still can't believe he is here, that this is real.  I feel so honored and blessed to be in this place.  To see my husband become a father again and to see my stepchildren dote on their baby brother is indescribable.  This experience is everything I hoped it would be.  I love being a mom.  I love being Jett's mom.

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Friday, March 21, 2014

We're Having a Boy!

We found out yesterday the gender of our baby. 

A month ago, my doctor felt like our baby was probably a boy, but he couldn't confirm one way or the other (baby wasn't cooperating).  The thing is, I already knew it was a boy.  I didn't think I really believed that a mother could know without science confirming it and I certainly didn't think I'd be that person, but just a little ways into my pregnancy, I had a dream (pregnancy dreams are unreal!).  I saw our son inside me (weird, I know, but it was a dream) and I just remember being so happy that I could see him.  When I woke up, I was certain that my dream was a bit more than that, that maybe it was telling me something.  From that point forward, I was convinced I had a baby boy in my womb, and sure enough, I was right.

It took us a while to get pregnant, and I remember in my prayers, the ones where I was pleading with my Heavenly Father to grant us this blessing, I just wanted a baby.  I wanted a child who was half me, half Jeff.  I didn't care boy or girl--just baby.  And then I found out that indeed, there was a baby.  I stared at that second line on that stupid pee stick I had grown to hate, and there it was, baby.  We were going to have a baby.  I was convinced at the time that this womb of mine was broken, so finally getting a positive was completely unbelievable.  Sometimes I go back to that moment when I need a little pick me up because few things in my life have been as exciting to me as finding out that I was pregnant.  That was pretty amazing.

So now we're preparing for a son...a brother, a nephew, a grandson.  He is going to be so many things to our family and we just can't wait to meet him. 

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

harrison turned three {like two months ago, but alas, i've finally blogged it}

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My sweet nephew, who has warmed all our hearts with his charm, turned three in June.  My sister-in-law Megan asked me if I could take some pictures of him to commemorate this time, and of course I agreed!  Kids are so fun to photograph, especially when they are in their element, which for Harrison was the South Ogden Nature Trail.  Let me tell you, I could kiss this kid's cheeks for days.  Love him! To see more, check out the full post on my photography blog here.

Friday, August 10, 2012

some family pictures we took while vacationing in idaho








We recently spent some time with the Rogers clan in Idaho and Wyoming.  It was beautiful and relaxing and refreshing to spend some time in one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen.  I also was taking a trip down memory lane since I lived in Idaho for 2 1/2 years and learned to ski in the Tetons {"learned to ski" is used lightly here because I am by no means a skier, but I did get my feet wet}.  

It's amazing what can happen when you get the people you love in front of a camera, by a pond, just minutes before sunset.  Beautiful things happen.  

Friday, February 24, 2012

best. picture. ever.

This was taken when we went bowling last week.  Priceless.

Thursday, February 23, 2012



Someone asked me the other day at church if it's hard being a stepmom.  Umm...yes it is, very hard, but so is being a womb mom {my term because I don't like "regular" or "normal" mom, which would infer that I'm neither regular or normal, which I definitely think I am}.  But it's also wonderful and rewarding in a very unexpected way.  I get to help raise these wonderful children, who are a part of my wonderful husband.  I get to be a part of that! 

I'm going to be honest though.  It is hard and I'm not sure how much of it is just being a mom and how much of it is the stepmom thing.  There are days when I feel so much like a stepmom I want to scream, but those days are pretty rare.  My daily routine involves work, picking up the kids after school, laundry, cleaning, helping with homework, the kids' friends, cooking, more cleaning, reading to the kids with my husband, hanging out with them, making lunches, getting kids ready for bed, and then some time alone with the husband {yes!} before I fall into a deep slumber within thirty seconds of head hitting pillow.  Maybe the most difficult part is that I got all this overnight.  I didn't have a pregnancy and then the day-to-day stuff to get used to this routine.  I just sort of inherited it.  But it's my life now, and I'm more than OK with that. 

When my husband was out of town recently, it meant the kids spent all that time with their womb mom.  Being able to just come home and do what I wanted was really pretty sweet.  I spent all that free time reading books, magazines, watching chick flicks, and not cleaning up messes I didn't make.  After a couple days of this freedom, however, I missed my family terribly.  In a sort of strange way, the cleaning, and laundry, and reading with the kids, hearing their commotion and running footsteps, well, it sort of keeps me sane and gives me purpose I never knew I needed.  And then a most unexpected thing happened on day five of no family.  My stepdaughter called me.  She called me! And we talked for a whole twenty-eight minutes which is completely unheard of in the history of my stepdaughter.  You're lucky if you can keep that girl on the phone for three minutes.  And it was the most glorious conversation.  We talked about the Valentine's Day Fairy, and how much we love cuddling with Daddy, and how much we missed him and each other, and she just kept talking and talking and talking.  When it was over, I couldn't stop smiling.  It was a pretty special stepmom moment.

And then there was yesterday.  I was sort of stressing out about getting dinner on the table, and getting the table set, and wiping off the counter, and well, I was sort of a mess and all frazzled.  My stepson saw this, grabbed the sponge and started wiping off the table and counter for me.  I didn't even ask--he just did.  Oh my goodness that boy reminds me so much of his father, the ultimate helper and problem solver.

So yes it's hard, but it's also pretty awesome.  I don't for one second regret marrying a man with children.  It's the life I have, and I'm starting to realize that it's probably the life I was meant to have.  This has always been part of the plan, part of His plan, and I love feeling like I'm doing the right thing and walking down this path with the three people I belong to, knowing they belong to me too.