Archive for December, 2009

I Think I’m In Trouble

So I had this post written about my lack of New Years Resolution and this really cool journal I have… but then I went to visit sweet Avery last night and I’d rather just show you more pictures.

I think this chick has me wrapped around her finger. I wish I could tell you how many times I kissed her and told her that I love her but I’m not sure that I can count that high.

We are all pretty smitten with this little lady. Her little belly. Her softer than Heaven ear lobes. Her butt! Oh that butt!

I nuzzled my nose into those neck rolls to smell her sweet baby scent.

There’s probably not a more beautiful sight than your husband holding a perfect baby. It’s icing on the cake since we don’t have to stay up at night with her, pay for her, or deal with the crying or poops. Although it should be noted that I don’t really mind baby fusses or even dirty diapers.  

Knuckle dimples make my heart flutter.

Just ignore my devil eyes. Focus on Avery. (Like I really have to tell you to…)

Can you tell how happy we are?? By the way, thanks for your prayers for Laura. Keep them coming. She’s doing well but she is exhausted and sore. Not a good combo! But I don’t feel too terribly sorry for her because she gets to look at this all day.

So, yeah. I think I’m in trouble. This precious one has my heart. I can’t imagine how bad it’s going to get when she can actually talk. “Aunt Chelsea, will you play with me?” Yes. “Aunt Chelsea, will you take me to the park.” Yes. “Aunt Chelsea, will you buy me this fancy Barbie house that costs more than your car?” Yes. I love you.

Maybe if she’d stop wearing polka dots, I’d have some hope. And I should probably never look at this picture again. It makes me melt.

December 31, 2009 at 11:07 am 26 comments

The Reason My Sister In Law Deserves An Award

The average newborn is 7.5 pounds. The average woman is 5’4. These are things to remember throughout this post. Another thing to remember: excluding C-Section (which she did not have), there is only one way for a baby to get out of it’s momma.

This is my sister-in-law, Laura. Next to her is my brother, Justin. This was on our cruise over Spring Break.

Neither of them are average, as you can see. Laura is like 5’2 and probably about negative 100 pounds. She is tiny.

She was getting pretty big the last month or so of her pregnancy. She hadn’t gained a single ounce anywhere but her belly. About two weeks ago, the doctor told her that Avery was probably about 7 pounds. Doctors can be wrong. Did you know that? This doctor was either wrong, or Avery is super-human.

Family, friends, strangers, and internet. I introduce to you…. Avery Claire.

All (not average) 9 pounds .02 ounces of her. I would say that they switched the babies in the nursery but that’s not possible. Justin saw it happen. Live and in the flesh.

Tiny Laura + Chunky Avery = … do the math. Laura needs some major recovery prayers.

Proud daddy. (Let me take a moment to gather myself…. my brother is a daddy…. oh my gosh… my brother… is a… daddy…)


Those are my parents. Mom and Dad, what are you new names? Word on the street is that my mom may go by Nana. I haven’t heard any rumors about my dad yet.

That’s my sister. And my niece.

Stephen, me, my bangs, and Avery. Have I ever told you I have tiny, bony wrists?

I’m smiling because I’m dreaming about holding her thighs. I love fat baby thighs. They are one of life’s great joys. She didn’t want her thighs squeezed last night but she told me I could do it in a couple weeks.

I know, I know. SHE’S AMAZING!

The whole family, minus Laura.


Welcome! We’re so glad you’re here and healthy. I can’t wait to get to know you and love on you. You are beautiful and so very special to all of us.

I hope your birth wasn’t as traumatic for you as it was for your parents. The doctor thought you could use that time in there to cook a bit more but it seems like you’re quite done. The buzzer should have gone off a few weeks ago.

I hope you don’t get mad at me when you’re a teenager for putting you on the internet. It’s just that so many people wanted to see your pretty face.

 Miss Avery, I love you so much and already miss you. Can I please pinch your cheeks?

Aunt Chelsea

Leave some love for Justin, Laura, and Avery!

December 30, 2009 at 9:56 am 51 comments

No Room In The Inn, So We’ll Talk About Me Instead

I was hoping to get to tell you all about my niece today. I planned to show you a few pictures and tell you how perfect she is but, no can do, my friends. My sister-in-law was scheduled to be induced yesterday morning at 5:00am but got a call at 4:30 saying that there were no available beds. Apparently a surge of pregos came in on Sunday night and the hospital ran out of space for them. I offered my stable but they declined. Even after I told them I’d clean the feeding trough and give them clean hay. (I’m hilarious.) Originally the plan was just to wait it out and the scheduler would call them when there was an opening. But then she spoke to her doctor and they decided to push it back a day. So another night of nerves, crappy sleep, and “oh my gosh, what’s about to happen” for Justin and Laura. (Get used to that crappy sleep thing, y’all!)

And now it’s Thursday, December 29 and we are expecting that it’ll happen any minute.

So because I can’t show you my niece, I’ll tell you a little story.

Once upon a time there was a girl named Chelsea. She had a blog and a cute sister. She didn’t know how to dress very well so she just stuck to what was safe. Sweaters, cardigans, t-shirts, jeans. These things made her happy. She wore tennis shoes, Reefs, and Sperry’s and rarely went out of that box. Then one Christmas her cute sister gave her a present. She said, “I’ve decided it’s time for you to dress cuter.” And she gave her this. The End.

(Not the dog, the hat.)

I have a bagillion hats. But they are all the baseball type. UT, Astros, Rice, camo, etc. I think they are cute… but apparently a girl needs a bit of hat variety in her life. Who knew? I opened the hat and told her she’d have to teach me how to use it. Then she said, “Show your friend Lauren From Texas, she’ll like it.” Well okay then.

My mother-in-law told me that as part of my Christmas, she wanted to buy me either a peacoat or boots. My choice. She also told me that she thinks I’m cute and this isn’t an effort to make me cuter. (Thanks MIL!) My first instinct was to go for the coat. I know coats. I LOVE coats. But Stephen said, “Don’t you have, like, a lot of coats?” Good point. So I kidnapped my sister and told her she was in charge of finding me cute boots. I gave her a budget and told her my only requirement was that I want black. And this is what I ended up with.

She swears they are cute. I told her that I was going to tell everyone I know that she picked them out and could she handle that sort of pressure? She assured me that she could. I had mixed feelings since, you know, my current boots say “Justin” on the bottom and are made for walking through manure. But I bought them and took them home. I showed Stephen and his first response was, “Why are they wrinkled?”

We are so hip.

I sent a picture of them to my cool friends. Lyndsey, Kelly, and Lauren. I told them that I needed their honest opinion. The verdict is in from 2 of the 3. They like them and are impressed because they are “definitely out of your box!” Which is a good thing, I suppose. Although I’ve stayed in by box for 25 years and I’ve got a husband, friends, and you seem to like me. Unless this is one of those train wreck examples… Feel free to NOT clarify that.

So anyways, that’s my story. Or maybe it’s the beginning of my New Story. Like, “In the beginning, Chelsea got Steve Madden boots.”

And it was good.

(I guess I should remind you to click here and enter the giveaway before it’s too late. It closes tomorrow.)

December 29, 2009 at 10:10 am 27 comments

Baffin Bags Winner… And My Voice

Happy Monday morning to you all. Let me tell you why today is a big day.

1. Today is my best friend, Lyndsey’s birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNDSEY. I wish we could hang out.
2. I announce the winner of the clutch and key fob.
3. You get to hear my voice for the first time. (Unless you know me in real life. Then you’ve obviously already heard it.)
4. I (hopefully) get a niece. My very first niece.

Now let’s address these individually.

1. Happy birthday Friend. I love you and wish you the very best birthday. How did we get so old??

2. Sorry I’m announcing this like 4 days late. I have literally not been home in 4 days, except to sleep. We are exhausted. So I couldn’t quite find the energy to write all the names down and try to make a video. Especially since most of you are on vacation anyways and it doesn’t make much difference to you if I announce today or next week.

3. Here you go. Because I love you so much. Man, this was not easy. Apparently WordPress won’t play the video right from my camera because of the file type. So I actually had to open a You Tube account so you could see this. You’re welcome. After we shot this video Stephen told me that I was talking funny. He was too. For some reason when a video camera is on you, your voice changes. It’s impossible to act normal. So please still be my friend.

Congrats Angie! I’ll hook you up with Baffin Bags (<– that’s a link).

4. My brother and sister-in-law are supposed to have a baby today. She was scheduled to be induced this morning at 5:00 am but they got a call saying the hospital is full and to hold tight for a bit. Now they are waiting for another call from a scheduler. How crappy is that?? So I may or may not be an aunt today. And to make matters worse, my mom is sick. Which means she won’t get to go to the hospital on the day that her very first grandchild is born. SUCK. Say a prayer for her so she gets better ASAP.

That’s all I’ve got for you today. I hope it was thrilling and entertaining. If you haven’t entered the latest giveaway, be sure to do so!

**Edited to add… we aren’t doing Ten on Tuesday tomorrow. I don’t feel like it. AndI’m hoping to talk about my niece tomorrow.

December 28, 2009 at 10:16 am 12 comments

Merry Christmas From The Family

Goooood morning folks! It’s Christmas! Which means I’m wearing some really festive pajamas, eating some high calorie breakfast, and hanging out with family. It also means that it’s time for our next giveaway. Whoo hoo!

Remember a couple weeks ago when I showed you the picture of me in my Snuggie? Did you notice the only cute item in that photo?

Do you see it? The fabric cup sleeve? Well you can’t have it, that one is mine. And I just love that red button! But I’ve got one for you!

(Sorry y’all. I’m blogging in bed again and this photo was taken from my cell phone. I used a Walmart bag as a back drop. Keepin’ it classy.)

This item is from Savvy Stitcher, who I just love to pieces. Go look at her shop. (Ummm, so I just went to check the link to her shop. Apparently she’s closed until the new year. So check her out then. I’ll remind you!)

But since it’s Christmas, it doesn’t end there. Consider it The Day of Stocking Stuffers. I’d tell you to buy these for someone on your list, but that doesn’t really help you now that it’s Christmas. So just buy them for yourself. These are all affordable and cute.

The next items are from Zany Hoopla. She makes these charming little jotters and notebooks. The patterns are wonderful. Look at this little notebook.

My photography skills are shocking. I impress even myself.

And look at these babies.

They are teeny tiny notepads on a ring. There are two in that bag, a rectangle and a circle. She calls them “jotters.” Sort of brilliant. She even sent me one to try out. I’m actually sort of scared to use it. You know what I mean? Like the first page in a brand new notebook. I just don’t want to mess it up. But I keep it in my purse and show it off. I’ll even show you right now.

See, blogging in bed! In my jammies. I stole Stephen’s pillow to prop myself up, so you can see that he’s stuck using a spare with no pillowcase. And incase you’re wondering, there is some packaging sitting there for some “Deluxe Pampered Toes” that Santa brought me. He thought that my cramped toes could use some pampering. How thoughtful of him!

On a scale from 1-10, how much do you love my jammies?

So there y’all go. THREE ITEMS. It’s a CHRISTMAS miracle!!

How to enter?

– Leave a comment. Tell me if you love having festive pajamas. Also, are you a “pajamas” or “pajomas” person?
– Tweet or blog about the giveaway.

That’s it. Two shots. Plus, if you participated in this past Ten on Tuesday, I’ll throw your name in there again! As usual, the giveaway will end next Wednesday night.

Also, I’ll announce the Baffin Bags giveaway winner on Monday. Sorry, I don’t have time to write out all the entries and get Rookie and Stephen to supervise. We’re busy eating and celebrating baby Jesus. Nothing is more important than that. Not even custom key fobs.

I hope you all have a fabulous Christmas. Much love from the Hursts!

Hallelujah, everybody say cheese!

December 25, 2009 at 9:00 am 29 comments

Why Don’t People Read Blogs Over Christmas Break?

Answer me this. Why don’t people read blogs during vacation? Doesn’t vacation mean that you have more time to do what you want? Seems backwards to me.

Answer me this too. Why is it that on my wonderful and oh-so-rare day off of work, it rains cat and dogs and gives me a headache? I’m actually blogging in bed people. Trying to muster up the strength to get up and do something productive like wrap my brother’s present or make a cheesecake. I’m just not feeling it though.

Today I want you to do three things. I don’t ask much of you, so hear me out.

1. Prepare your mind and heart for tomorrow and what it’s really all about.
2. Do not sing or listen to Hark the Harold Angels Sing. (For reasons we have discussed. <– link It’s worth rereading.)
3. Listen to this song. You will not be disappointed. You don’t have to watch the video, it’s just words and pictures. But definitely listen.

I’ll be back later to announce the giveaway winner!

December 24, 2009 at 10:34 am 15 comments

Rookie Mistake

I have a great dog. She’s smart and loving and so stinking cute. At night time she stares at me when she thinks it’s time for me to go to bed. She runs to our bedroom, waits a few minutes, then runs back out to find me and just stares at me. This repeats until she’s too tired to care, then she just lays on the floor by my bed. She does the same thing then it’s time for me to get up in the morning. Somehow she knows weekdays from weekends, don’t ask me how. But she’ll fuss at me and jump up and lick my ear if she thinks I need to get up. She’s never been wrong.

She knows a lot of English. Hungry, thirsty, bone, toy, outside, potty, room, night night. She gets all those, and she obeys. She has a bit of a problem with “Please don’t jump on our house guests” or “I’d rather you not pee all over the floor when people come over” but we’re working on it.

No matter the time or place, if we say, “Rookie go to your room” she’ll run into the nearest kennel.

Case in point. A couple weeks ago we kept our pseudo niece and nephew while their parents went to Galveston for a terrible anniversary weekend. So Pancho and Leia spent some time with Aunt Chelsea, Uncle Steve, and Cousin Rookie. We had a great time. Pancho hid from Rookie and Leia while they played and sniffed each other’s butts. Then they all napped.

Pancho loves Uncle Steve. Since Pancho stole the good sleeping spot, Leia had to settle on this.

Sweet pups! But that wasn’t my point. See how small they are? They share a kennel. A kennel that is still significantly smaller than Rookie’s kennel. So one evening we were about to head out the door. We told Rookie, “Go to your room.” And this is what she did.

Is that not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?

Want to know what is not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? Besides the explosive diarrhea, of course. Rookie’s hatred for the mailman. I know it sounds cliché, but it’s true. The mailman is the only person on the planet that Rookie hates. Fortunately she is kenneled during the week so we avoid drama those days, but on the weekends… watch out.

Our mailbox is actually just a slit in our door. Our mailman literally drops the mail into our house. Rookie does not enjoy this. She thinks he’s going to kill his momma. And since she doesn’t like the mailman, she doesn’t like anything he brings. Every time he comes, she goes nuts. Growls, barks, runs all over the house. The hair on the back of her neck sticks up. She looks terribly vicious. And then he starts to put the mail through. She transforms herself into a rabid werewolf a la Taylor Latner and takes care of business.

And we end up with this.

Mail with holes. This was a particularly vicious day. I think it was because Stephen and I were at work and my sister was hanging out at our house. Rookie really wanted to make sure she was safe. Every piece of mail that day had holes in it. THROUGH the envelopes and cards. You could literally hold them up and see straight through them. In multiple places. You know what comes in the mail this time of year?? Christmas cards. My apologies go out to my cousin, Natalie, who now has a hole in her body. And to Taryn. I’m sure it wasn’t personal. I don’t think Rookie can read, so certainly she didn’t know that card was from you and Drew. Or maybe she did and she wanted to toughen your dog up.

The world may never know.

(Giveaway ends tonight. If you haven’t entered, do it.)

December 23, 2009 at 9:56 am 17 comments

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