Jones

My newest nephew was born on November 27th! His name is Jones Mitchell Hensley and he weighed in at 8 lbs and 2 oz. Recently, Andy, Georgia and I made a little stop at my sister and brother-in-law's house to meet him. He's a darling little fella and I think he looks like his big sister Madge.

Georgia really likes babies, but as soon as I got little Jones in my arms, she had to sit on Mommy's lap, too. I'm really starting to get curious as to how she'll behave after our new little one gets here.

A few pics of our time together:

Girl Talk

Claire: Oh my gosh, Georgia, I LOVE your boots. They are so cute.
Georgia: Thanks...they are, aren't they?
Claire: You HAVE to tell me where you got them. I need a pair for myself.
Georgia: I didn't pay a penny for them! They were from a friend.
Claire: They're just so soft and I love the fur. I just have to get some!
Georgia: They're super warm and comfy. Your boots are cute, too, though.
Claire: Come on, a girl can never have too many pairs of boots!
Georgia: (sigh) It's true. Let's get together soon and go shopping!
Claire: Let's do it, girlfriend! Have your mom call/text my mom and plan it.
Georgia: Sounds great! Darling shirt, by the way....

Elmo!

Before Thanksgiving we acquired some tickets to Sesame Street's 1-2-3- Imagine! live show through a good friend of ours. Andy and I were excited to take Georgia, but wondered how she would react to the large costumed characters. I had decided that she would absolutely love it or absolutely hate it; she'd have a great time or she'd be terrified.

We don't even watch Sesame Street because we have a hard time tuning into that channel at home, and so I used the one Sesame Street book and Elmo sippy cup we have to re-introduce her to some of the characters. It worked! That night at the show she recognized Elmo and Big Bird right away - and she had a great time! It was fun to watch her wave, clap and dance in the aisle.

We all enjoyed the very lively show, but Georgia has not stopped talking about Elmo since. My mom bought her some Elmo slippers, which she wants at all times, either to wear or just carry around. And you can tell when she is either thinking about the show (or the slippers), because a random, "Elmo!" will pop out of her mouth.

Thank you, DeVores!

The Night of Puke

Two nights ago, I was telling someone how healthy Georgia was and how we hadn't been sick in awhile. Later that night, around 11:00 pm, I heard Georgia cry out and Andy went to check on her. He started yelling for me to come and I imagined the worst - something involving blood.

It wasn't blood, but it wasn't anything nice either. PUKE. Lots and lots of puke. Georgia's head, pillow, sheet and comforter were drenched in vomit. I couldn't believe such a little person could produce so much.

She was crying and shaking as we put her in the tub - huge chunks were falling out of her hair. After I wrapped her in a towel, I just held her, hoping to stop the shakes. They did stop, but then she threw up all down her front. Back she went in the tub. My heart was breaking as she cried for Daddy and then for me. From that point on she threw up every 20-30 minutes until 4:30 am. She and I "slept" on the floor, knowing we'd be washing sheets all night if she went back to her bed. I didn't sleep at all and Georgia in only half hour intervals. She didn't throw up from 4:30 to 7:00, so I deemed it safe for us to crawl into bed with Daddy.

Thankfully Andy's schedule is flexible, so he spent the morning at home so I could sleep. Georgia was her sweet, normal self all day, except she had no appetite. Not surprising and we didn't push it. Today has been much better with a slightly improved appetite.

I hope it's a very, very long time before we have to go through that again.

Thankful

"Enter His gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to Him and praise His name." Psalm 100:4

It's too easy to remember what we're thankful for on Thanksgiving Day and forget about the rest of the days of the year. Isn't it truly something we should put into practice every single day? Yes! Thank you, Lord for all your good and perfect gifts!

May you all have a blessed Thanksgiving Day.

Who Doesn't Love Pumpkin?

Well, we never got around to carving our pumpkins this year. Too bad...I think Georgia would have enjoyed it. But there was too much happening and we were gone the weekend of Halloween, so it just didn't happen.

Not by us, anyway. We started noticing these little critters as they took a very fond liking to our pumpkins. Nibble after nibble started adding up and after awhile, these pumpkins were completely carved through. It started to get a little gross, but the entertainment factor for Georgia was so huge, we couldn't bear to get rid of them. Each morning she would sit in her highchair and watch as the squirrels ate their "beffast" too.

Thank goodness these pumpkins were only $2 each.

Muddy

It's fun to hear Georgia begin talking...and trying to figure out what she's saying. One of her newest terms is "Muddy," and it's usually in reference to Andy. We're not exactly sure where it comes from or it's exact connotation, because she sometimes uses it with different tones and in different contexts. Here are the three possibilities that we think it could be:

1. A quick combo for Mommy + Daddy.
2. "Where's Daddy?" When Georgia wants to know where something is she'll say "Mmmmm....go?" or "Mmmm....Daddy?"; which, when said quickly, sounds like "Muddy."
3. Georgia has very often and very clearly called Andy, "My Daddy" when speaking of him or to him. My + Daddy = Muddy.

We think the last one is the most likely. :)