A couple of Saturdays ago we drove down the road a piece to the Greenville Zoo. It’s pretty close to our house. Close enough for us to hear the monkeys when they get all loud and riled up. Generally, it’s not common to hear the shreeks of monkeys when you walk out of your front door, so you can imagine my confusion the first time I heard it.
The zoo is located in the heart of our dear city, right beside Cleveland Park. When you’re at the park it’s kind of funny to think about the exotic animals that reside mere yards away.
As a child I never was a huge fan of the zoo. I loved and still do love animals, but the zoo kind of bored me. What fun is it to just look at the animals?? I wanted to touch them, pet them, hold them! And who wants to stand around the cages scouring the empty trees for the tropical bird that is supposed to be in there but is hiding or asleep? In the 90 degree heat. Not lil’ ol’ me. My memories of field trips to the zoo include visions of hot bus rides and sweaty little children boys. Little girls don’t sweat. They perspire. 🙂
So, now that you’ve listened to me whine about my childhood woes, (I mean, don’t you just feel so sorry for me?? :), I’ll admit that we had a splendid little trip to the zoo and look forward to many more visits!
We met up with the Millers, which exponentially increased the
You can’t see him, but we were looking at a lion in this picture.
He was laying on a rock.
Just riveting I tell you.
Here are Trey and Lael looking at the Siamangs. These are the ones we can hear from our house. They get LOUD.
It’s terrible, but I can’t help but laugh at this picture.
I was actually laughing when I took it.
These monkeys are certainly not the kind of monkeys that we talk about in her animal books. I almost hesitated to even tell her that they were monkeys. She loves to make the “eeee-eeee, ooooo-ooooo” sound when we ask her about them.
The giraffes are so pretty. And would you believe that there is a house (it may be an office that looks like a house, I’m not sure) that sits up on a hill looking straight down into the giraffe exhibit?? Can you even imagine having giraffes in your back yard?
This is a Colobus Monkey. Much quieter. This momma gave birth to her little one in January and he/she is the newest attraction at the zoo. Here she is nursing her baby. I couldn’t help but identify with the look of exhaustion written all over her poor, haggard face.
Here’s to making many more fun, fond, and new memories of the zoo!
How far along? 21 weeks and 2 days. See here my 21 week picture with Lael.
Total weight gain/loss: + 5 lbs.
Maternity clothes? That’s pretty much all I wear. I love maternity clothes. They’re so comfy.
Stretch marks? nope
Sleep: Sleep is okay. I’ve already started sleeping with a pillow between my knees. Something about it helps keep my body aligned, and that helps my back from hurting.
Best moment this week: Ummmmm… I dunno.
Movement: Lots of movement. I’m just so confused about what position she currently is in. At 16 weeks she was completely breech, and at 20 weeks she was head down. Now I’m feeling kicks and punches that make me think she’s moved again. At this point with Lael the movement was a lot stronger and more frequent. My doctor told me that this time my placenta is anterior, which means that it’s in between the front of my belly and and the baby. This makes it more difficult for me to feel her moving around.
Cravings: McDonald’s chicken nuggets and fries, crab legs, Cheetos… I know. Super healthy. But I indulge myself. And I savor every little unhealthy morsel.
Gender: Sweet, sweet girl
Labor Signs: No labor signs, but the braxton hicks contractions have started. Not a shocker though because I had them a lot with Lael.
Belly Button in or out? Innie
What I miss: A TAN!!!! Oh my dear. I don’t think I’ve been this white since the day I was born.
What I am looking forward to: I guess it would be my next appointment at the beginning of March.
Weekly Wisdom: No wisdom here really, just some random thoughts.
Remember when I said that I would rather have a head cold than be nauseous? Well, I have been fighting a sinus infection for about a month now. As soon as I got over the morning sickness, I got a cold and then an infection. Sheesh. BUT, my previous statement still stands.
Also, I’ve realized that the second pregnancy has been a bit harder on my body than the first. I feel like I’ve already started to slow down. I’ve begun walking with a slight waddle. I try not to, but sometimes I can’t help it. 🙂
Milestones: We are over halfway there! Unbelievable.
If you’ve had a child you know that thinking up, agreeing on, and settling on a name that your child will be called for the rest of his/her life is a daunting task. One that is fun and exciting, but one that can also be a bit stressful. Fortunately, Trey and I have been able to decide on our girls’ names pretty quickly.
If you didn’t already know, we named our first daughter Megan Lael.Megan, after my sister, Megan, and Lael, a Hebrew word that means,“Belonging to God”. We call her by her middle name, and some family members call her by both names.
The significance and meaning of a name means a lot to us. We want to be able to tell our daughters when they are older why we picked out those particular names and what they mean to us as a family.
We had a few names on the list for a girl before we found out she was a girl, and right before our ultrasound we added another name, a name that became a front runner for me. We looked up the meaning of it, and I was pretty much sold.
During the ultrasound, after finding out that she was a girl, I found myself calling her by that name in my mind as I watched her wriggle around on the screen. I kept it to myself though, and wondered what Trey’s opinion was on the matter.
Once we got in the car to head home Trey said, “Babe, I think ‘Ruthie‘ is the name. When I saw her on the screen she just looked like ‘Ruthie‘.” His thoughts had been my thoughts.
That was it. Decided.
Our second little girl’s name is:
Patricia is my mom’s name and I have always wanted to use it because I think it’s beautiful and I love my Momma. I’m so thankful for her and the example that she has set for me as a mother. She has always been there for me no matter what, was a shoulder to cry on and a friend to rejoice with. She never ceased to point me towards Christ. So, with that being said our desire was to honor her by giving our daughter her name.
Not sure, but you may have heard of the name Ruth. She only has her own book of the Bible and all. 🙂 It is, like Lael, Hebrew, and it means “friend and companion”. We love this because our hope and prayer is that little Ruthie will be our little Lael’s favorite friend and companion. And vice versa. Close in age and in heart.
We chose to add a little twist to the name Ruth and call her“Ruthie”. I add the “ie” sound to every name anyway… Lael is often referred to as “Laelie” around our house. 🙂
We realized that we are beginning a trend with our childrens’ names. Family name first, Hebrew name second, and call them by their second name. We figure it’s just meant to be that way. Why? Well, Ruthie may hate us for it later when she’s getting married and has no idea what to do with all of her names… BUT, not as much as she would have hated us for naming her Ruth Patricia Ingram and her monogram being RIP.
Yep, I’m thinkin’ she’s gonna thank us for that one.
For my birthday (which was on the 5th- more on that later), we decided to give my mom a gift. A “thanks for giving birth to me” gift, if you will. I got to thinking about it… I don’t think we recognize our own mothers enough on our own birthdays! After giving birth myself, I realized this. The day Lael was born will always be much more of a day of remembrance for me than it will be for her. A day and a moment burned into my memory for as long as I live.
So, on my birthday we revealed to my mom the name of our littlest girl.
Here’s my mom with “Baby Ruth”.