Henry

Larry Henry Bliss

Deb, Sophie, and I are ecstatic to welcome little Henry into our home (or at least into the Bryan LGH Neonatal Intensive Care Unit).

Larry Henry Bliss was born to TJ and Debra Moses Bliss at 2:56 am on the 21st day of February 2009.

Baby's Weight: 6 lbs 12 oz.
Baby's Length: 19 3/4 inches
Baby's Head Circumference: 13 1/8 inches
Baby's Chest Circumference: 13 inches

Henry was born at 35 weeks, but fell into the 98th percentile for length and weight - which we take as an answer to prayer and fulfillment of priesthood blessing.

Pictures forthcoming.

A SNOW DAY!!!

What do you do on a SNOW DAY?
Do you go for a walk?
Do you SCREAM when you head for the door?
Do you like to wear your hat and coat inside too?

I think Sophie looks like Paddington Bear with her hat pulled over her eyes like this.

Do you go for a sleigh ride?

I got this idea from a friend's blog. Thanks Gretchen (in case you see this).

All bundled up?
And do you cry mercilessly when it's over?
Do you eat and get messy?

And then take a warm bath?Do you wish everyday was a snow day??? I do.
What do YOU do on a snow day?

"I have spoken here of heavenly help, of angels..."

"But when we speak of those who are instruments in the hand of God, we are reminded that not all angels are from the other side of the veil. Some of them we walk with and talk with--here, now, every day. Some of them reside in our own neighborhoods...Indeed heaven never seems closer than when we see the love of God manifested in the kindness and devotion of people so good and so pure that angelic is the only word that comes to mind."

Jeffrey R. Holland

The Many Hats of Sophie E. Bliss

Our eldest child has a secret. In fact, she has a secret obsession. She likes to wear things--lots of not-so-obvious things--on her head. One of her first 50 words is, appropriately, "hat." So I now present, without (much) further ado or voluminous fanfare, the many hats of Sophie E. Bliss:

"Strike!"

"I think?"

She must keep telling herself: "This is not a diaper on my head. This is not a diaper on my head."


It is.

Don't tell anyone that there's sour cream at the bottom of this bowl.

We swear--on our honor--Sophie did this to herself.

The cleanliness of these bloomers is still debated.

But I didn't do anything wrong...

I'm all chained up with everywhere to go. I have so many things to do and to take care of before baby comes. Unfortunately Mr. Baby Bliss thought he was supposed to come before I got everything ready and that is why I now find myself on HOUSE ARREST (aka bed rest).

Basically I started going into pre-term labor. I had the fetal fibronectin test come back positive and that means I've been shot with steroids to develop the baby's lungs (just in case) and I get to take medicines to stop the contractions. Oh, and I get to stay home and in bed as much as possible for the next three and a half weeks with the exception of going to my doctor appointments.

I know there are millions of things I could do with my time "resting" (scrapbooking, knitting, crocheting, reading). But for some reason a tiny fighting soul within me says, "If I can't do everything else I WANT to do then I don't want to do anything at all." And then there's the other part of me that wishes I had the gusto to sit and read and read and read. And yet another part of me that screams "C'mon Debra. Don't be lazy. Find a project and magnify your talents."

And there's the constant reminder that I never finished crocheting that baby blanket for Sophie, I might as well do it now right? Right? Well, any time that reminder comes I am simply disgusted at the thought of crafting. Is this normal?

Today TJ reminded me that I could always work on family history. And now I'm left with this huge hole of guilt because that falls right into the reading, and crafting category. Ugh.

We don't have TV, and I watched a movie on Monday and was pretty bored by the end of one. And I've looked and looked and looked at websites over and over and I'm getting kind of tired of the computer idea. Seriously!!! What else is there for a girl to do? And, once again, IS THIS NORMAL? There are so many things that I constantly think "Oh, if only I had the time to do _______ or _______." And now I've got the time but REALLY? Do I REALLY want to do them now? Of course not.

33 Weeks