tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51967806346202380612024-03-19T02:42:22.528-05:00Consistently InconsistentLiz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.comBlogger494125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-50948611858340171182012-07-14T21:57:00.002-05:002012-07-14T23:06:07.367-05:00Hey Liz Jordan!<div style="text-align: center;">
Well folks, the time has come for me to move another site. Nothing will change, just the location!
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Many thanks to DK for helping get me set up in my new diggs and for being my greatest support in this time of transition.</div>
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Tomorrow morning will be my first new post and in it, I'll reveal some very exciting news. You see, it's not just the blog location that's changing.</div>
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And no, I am not pregnant again :)</div>
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As a surprise to Andrew and Arwyn on their wedding day last April, I planted these airplanes with little notes saying "Assemble and toss me towards the bride and groom as they walk up the aisle!" on each guest's chair. Andrew my brother has been flying since he was a little twerp and is close to finishing up his pilot's license so it was a definitely a nice little personal effect. Awww.<br />
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Michael my brother-in-law shot the wedding with his fiancé Emily and captured this magical moment we will treasure for like, ever.<br />
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You can see Michael and Emily's photos of this wedding and more <a href="http://kilgorephotography.tumblr.com/post/21911606662" target="_blank"><b>by clicking HERE! </b></a><br />
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Kinda random, but I'm missing these two today and realized I never posted anything about their amazing wedding!<br />
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Cheers!<br />
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Isn't he brilliant? This was shot from the roof of 1100 Elder, our church's new building.<br />
<br />Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-90479686763349943812012-07-05T13:10:00.001-05:002012-07-05T13:11:04.494-05:00It's the 4th of July!Years ago when DK and I were newly dating, we spent the 4th of July with David, Kim and a couple other friends. To this day it's referred to as the best 4th ever because we had no plan but ended up on bikes darting all around downtown, layed in the grass on the lawn of the bayou near the Sabine St. bridge watching fireworks directly above us and wound up on a balcony with a view of the skyline at one of our favorite haunts in Houston listening to the best juke box in Houston. Ever.<br />
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It wasn't too much later that David and Kim moved to Malaysia. Since then we've always dreamed of either recreating that night years ago or even trying to top it.<br />
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Last year David and Kim moved back from Malaysia... but Kim and I were super pregnant. I think we watched the fireworks on tv? But I don't even remember.<br />
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And this year was going to be special regardless as it was the girl's first 4th of July ever! Kim and I spent a few hours each decorating the girl's individual bike trailers for our neighborhood's annual 4th of July bike parade. They both were styling and the parade was a blast! DK was actually supposed to work that morning but his shoot was cancelled at the last minute so he scrambled to get his bike and costume ready for the parade. My brother David showed up as Abe Lincoln and everyone wanted their photo with him! And wouldn't you know it, after the parade, awards were handed out and to our hysterical laughter and amazement, Second Place in the adult category went to "The Guy With The Huge Flag" (DK) and First Place, naturally went to Abe himself.<br />
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Kim and I were thrilled for our winning husbands yet naturally a little bitter over the fact they'd spent 5 minutes each on prepping. And our fancy bike trailers didn't even place. (The jury is still out on whether or not there was even a category for us, so we decided that we tied for First Place.)<br />
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From there we relaxed and watched movies at Dave and Kim's while chowing down on burgers and mom's famous potato salad and apple strudel. Later on after long afternoon naps, we all met up again and drove to our church's new building near downtown and watched the downtown fireworks from there while DK was on the roof shooting footage for the church. He said from there he could see fireworks at the Galleria, Miller Outdoor and a few other places. I love this city!<br />
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It was an incredible day with my family and I feel so blessed to have them all in my life, especially now that Jordan and Amelia are part of our world now. Those two make everything new, exciting and absolutely fulfilling.<br />
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Hope your 4th was the best ever!<br />
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Initially I thought, "Oh, that Amos Lee, he's an emotion stirrer!" He was on the radio right then singing about windows being rolled down. But this actually happens a lot, the sense of pride and love for this city that washes over me each time I turn onto a street that I feel I owned, where I committed one of the greatest accomplishments of my life. I ran a <i>marathon</i> on that street.<br />
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Last year I was about 8 months pregnant on Mother's Day and DK gifted me with this children's book titled "My Mom". In it are pictures and details from the little girl's perspective listing the coolest things about her mom. Reading the book that morning for the first time, emotional as ever, I turned the page to find this mom bursting through a finish line as the little girl exclaimed "She's got lots of medals for winning first place!"<br />
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Silly as it is, this has remained a motivating and inspiring visual for me as a mom, to always have wild personal goals and focus, even aside from my accomplishments as a mom. I want so badly for Jordan to be proud of me. But <i>I</i> also want to be proud of me.<br />
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Hey <a href="http://www.14ers.com/photos/peakmain.php?peak=Mt.+Elbert" target="_blank">Mt. Elbert,</a> in 2013, I'm coming for you.<br />
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Well hot dog, then neither will I. And what's funny is how since I've been a stay at home mom, I truly have no recollection of what each day is from day to day yet still haven't been able to shake the natural feeling of celebration and elation of Friday having <i>finally</i> arrived. Like a sort of relief and hopeful expectation for all the possibilities the weekend might hold, you know? </div>
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Today, my hat's off to dads who'll do anything to make their girls smile :)</div>
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From the time she was just a few weeks old, Jordan has exuded PURE JOY from her smiles and through her eyes. I can't explain it with words the way she's able to bring the most brilliant sunshine to everyone who has the chance to meet her, her joy is overwhelmingly contagious!<br />
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As her mom, I'm quickly learning this kid has an important role and I shake my head in disbelief over the fact she seems to be aware of it too. Yesterday was Jordan's 6 month birthday and for the occasion I dressed her up in a pink frou frou dress from Grandma Kilgore.<br />
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Later in the day, we were tooling around Hobby Lobby looking for supplies for a shower I'm helping throw for a friend this weekend. Pushing a cart with Jordan in my arms, I stopped to ask an employee where I could find a particular something. She looked up from what she was doing with a heavy sigh and a weary look on her face. As her gaze almost immediately transferred from me to the now bouncing baby in my arms, a light, a peace, and a laughter washed over her and the sight absolutely took my breath away. I looked down at Jordan, now kicking and shrieking, her mouth open in the biggest smile she could give like a gift to this new friend she'd made. An explosion of joy! The woman gasped, put her hand on her heart to brace herself and shook her head. "Wow!" she said "She just made my day." I felt like a fly on the wall and realized this was just Jordan doing her thing.<br />
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Later on down another aisle, I shifted my wriggly baby to my right side, her little booty resting on my hip as I concentrated hard on my many options up on the shelf. I felt her start kicking and bouncing again, the shrieks came next and I looked up to see another woman stopped in her tracks by Jordan, hands on knees, bright smile across her face, exclaiming over what a joyous baby she could tell Jordan was. She said to me "She found me! She was doing this before I even made eye contact with her!" And then yelled "Irene, get over here, you've got to see this baby!"<br />
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Irene (her friend?) came out from behind the aisle of fabrics and just lost it. These two women fell to mush as Jordan continued to create this glittery and magical moment of silliness full of hysterical laughter and such love radiating from her beautiful blue eyes. I was holding Jordan, but it was as though I really wasn't even there!<br />
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And finally, as we stood looking for a birthday card, a sweet older lady came flying around the corner and almost ran into us. She had her head down but as soon as she looked up to apologize, Jordan caught her eye and started her magic. I swear this woman initially looked worn and stressed, but the exhaustion disappeared and a peace settled over her as Jordan smiled and cooed and drew her in. I did a double take and noticed tears had welled up in her eyes. She reached for Jordan's shoeless foot (it fell off at home before we'd even left) and said "Well aren't you a special little girl. You just made my day."<br />
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On our drive home, I praised God over and over for that little toot!! I prayed out loud "God!! Get me out of the way of whatever plans you have for this little joy bomb you've placed in our care!! Use me effectively to teach and guide her according to all that cool stuff you've got in mind!! Wow!!"</div>
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And this is only the beginning. Happy 6 Month Birthday, my darling darling little girl. I LOVE YOU.</div>
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I'm a mom. And I'm finally getting around to really feeling like a mom. I quit my job last November and trying to find balance in my new career as a stay at home mom during the holidays was crazy impossible. I have a true butt kicking friend who reminded me of the <a href="http://www.flylady.net/">FlyLady</a> who I'd had on my show years ago and has me really excited about household goals and organization. So that is on the top of my list of things I'm most thrilled about this year - getting organized. She says "Your bad habits didn't happen overnight and getting your house / life back in shape won't either."I want more than anything to compartmentalize and differentiate my time and focus on Jordan, DK and household responsibilities. Free my life of clutter.<br />
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My baby brother is getting married. He's marrying a dear friend of mine too, someone who's been part of our family for YEARS. They are right now off working on a yacht together in the Caribbean and plan to get married in April of this year. I have a feeling this is going to be one of the most unique and unconventional weddings of all time :)</div>
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I chose a few words to focus on this year as somewhat resolutions and one of those is GIVE. Working at KSBJ I felt like we had ample opportunity in front of us as staff to give of ourselves and finances in creative ways all the time but now what I'm not there anymore, I feel the need to continue to implement this in our home, to be mindful of more and more ways to give of our time, money and love.<br />
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Our pastor Chris Seay has a new book coming out January 15th called "<i>A Place at the Table - 40 Days of Solidarity with the Poor</i>" and it's all about taking on the simple diet of a region in the world that often goes without much food at all to help change your perspective on the things we have, the ways we live as a "food comatose" culture, on a "journey of self-examination, discipline, and renewed focus on Jesus". DK has been shooting / editing all the video elements for this project so the message has already been wafting through our home and has made quite an impact. You should really check it out and do it yourself, with your family, with co-workers or even just a couple friends. <a href="http://chrisseay.net/">Here's where to find more. </a><br />
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I used to get in trouble for reading too much. My mom would find me hiding in my closet when chores were needing to be done because I just couldn't. put. the.book.down. But I'm not that way anymore and I don't know what happened. Maybe it was college and all the forced reading? Nah. Either way, I've been so inspired this last year by my brother David and my friend Stacey who are both ALWAYS reading something new and have tons to discuss about it. That really put some fire under my rear. So that's what I'm excited about for this year, especially with Jordan. We just started on Black Beauty together, one of my all time favorites.<br />
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And later this year, another wedding in our family! Michael, DK's brother has asked Emily, his longtime girlfriend to marry him. DK is the best man and I was asked to stand with Emily! Jordan also has her first flower girl gig, so we need to get working on this whole walking ordeal, haha. What's also incredible is that the other flower girl and 2 ring bearers are the kids of Ben who is DK's lifelong friend (and stood in our wedding) and Sarah who just happens to be Emily's sister. The wedding is in August and is going to be a grand affair! I cannot wait.</div>
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I'm excited about this year also because of the things happening in my best girlfriend's lives. My girl Lindsey is pregnant with baby Moses and she's due early March. I CANNOT WAIT TO MEET THIS BABY BOY. My two strong and beautiful friends Amanda and also Stacey have both risen from a difficult year behind them and I know there are some fantastic promises in store for them this year. I know it, I know it. My sweet sister Kim has a year full of Amelia, her new home, new artwork and travels on the horizon. Becky just moved far away to Indy and has a whole new world to explore and settle into this year. Tiffany also just moved to a new location within San Francisco and I feel like her art and work is going to explode this year, she's so talented.</div>
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<br /></div>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-29198752100714040612011-10-21T12:40:00.001-05:002011-10-21T12:47:17.751-05:00"Liz... is a new mom."I was kind of taken aback when he said it and the words took a few minutes to settle in my heart. My new title, my newest most important role in life, this is what I'm all about now. I'm Jordan's mom. But am I <em>just</em> a mom? <br />
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We had a brunch this morning at the station recognizing and bringing together pastors from all over the city. Before things started, Tim McDermott our president introduced the on-air staff one by one and said a few things about each. "Jen Driskill is a marathon runner and teaches music lessons in her spare time. Mike Kankelfritz has been on the Morning Show for 6 years and has blessed the city of Houston in more ways we can count. And Liz Jordan... she's a new mom."<br />
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I smiled and waved but as I sunk down back into my seat, thought to myself, "But wait, I'm more than just a mom. I've run a marathon too, I've traveled the world, I’ve had a great career… I’m more than diapers and spit up!"<br />
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A few weeks ago my Pastor Chris Seay spoke on the gifts of the Spirit. The message burdened me heavily and for days later, I questioned what it was God was trying to teach me through this passage in 1 Corinthians. After this morning, it finally became clear what He was showing me. <br />
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Now, I can only speak for women here, but I know we all struggle with our purpose on earth, we compare our lack of abilities to other’s accomplishments and sometimes long for life situations that appear better and more fabulous than our own. <br />
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1 Corinthians 12:5 says “There are many different ways to serve, but they’re all directed by the same Lord.” He’s so clearly made each of us unique, our gifts and abilities completely different from one another, yet He uses them together, like a fine tuned machine, for His purpose. Sigh. <br />
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Later in the passage, Paul references the “the body of Christ” and how it’s made up of different parts. Verse 15 “Would it seem right for the foot to cry, ‘I am not a hand, so I couldn’t be part of this body’?” And verse 17 “Imagine the entire body as an eye. How would a giant eye have the sense to hear?”<br />
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In this new season of my life, I realize how hard it can be to see how God has purpose in the mundane. But I don’t want to look at others around me with jealousy yet instead be thankful that changing diapers and doing my husband’s laundry are things I get to do, ways I get to serve as my specific role in the Body of Christ. <br />
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Something else that altered my perspective was when I started saying "I <em>get</em> to be Jordan's mom, I <em>get</em> to be my husband's wife" instead of saying "I <em>have</em> to do these things..." It's a priviledge, and no one else can do it like I can for my own family. <br />
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To be thankful in even these thankless tasks, we can trust that God has meaningful purpose, is using us affectively and is moving us towards even greater things. And when you look in the mirror and the woman wearing a slept-in ponytail with spit up stains on her wrinkled shirt looks back at you, know you have the most important job in the WORLD. Take that Obama, you got nothing on us. <br />
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We've been playing this song from Steven Curtis Chapman called ‘Do Everything’, and it has a really awesome message.</div>
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In May, my dad's wife Mary threw a lovely baby shower for Kim and me in Michigan and we had an amazing day with cousins and aunts. But because DK and I flew standby on one of my dad's buddy passes, we had to watch the flights closely to make sure we knew when and how we were getting home. It's a tricky game to play and only someone who's flown non rev would really understand. It's also kind of an addiction. I digress. <br />
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Our window of opportunity was closing quickly as the flights out the next morning were filling up quick and our best option was a flight leaving about an hour after the baby shower that rainy Sunday afternoon. We hurriedly kissed family goodbye, dashed through the rain to the car and booked it to the airport, the adrenalin pumping and the adventure continuing. In the chaos and rush of moments like these, I love catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye and noticing how strong and so focused the man is under pressure. Rawr. Again, I digress. <br />
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I love how the race is officially on once you get through airport security. Slip sliding into shoes, securing laptops back into place and feeding belts through pant loops, all while moving towards a sprint and making sure you've not left your cell phone in the bowl. There I was at 7 months pregnant, running at a full sprint towards the gate, my husband a few paces behind me. I'd like to take this moment to point out the fact I ran a half marathon when I was about 6 weeks pregnant. We were the last ones on the plane and as we fell into our seats, panting and high fiving, the lovely flight attendant up front locked eyes with me and motioned for us to come forward. Hello you First Class upgrade, you!<br />
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And there we were. The last flight I'd take with baby in belly, feeling loved and blessed by family and still thriving off the adrenalin rush from making it by the skin of our teeth on that flight. Once we were settled in and flying smoothly back towards home, DK turns to me and says "I know what her name is going to be. I figured it out and was waiting for a quiet moment to tell you about it."<br />
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Time out. Almost the same moment I get an excited idea, I'm on the phone or running across the house to tell him about it. Him, he processses it first and then waits for the perfect moment to devote to his presentation. Men are from Mars, women are from Venus. Time in. <br />
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I gasped. Because right then I realized, "THIS IS IT". This was the moment I'd been waiting for, hoping for and dreaming of. Right here in First Class. (Insert snobby laugh here.) <br />
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"I think her name should be Jordan. After you. It's a beautiful name, it's strong, and it's feminine." <br />
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I sat there, stunned with my mouth gaping open, nodding profusely and so touched. It made such great sense, especially because it was his idea, and it meant the world to me. <br />
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"Yes... and her middle name after you!" He told me that was exactly what he had already thought but wanted to see how I felt about it first. We decided to give his name the feminine spelling and when that plane landed on Texas soil, our baby had a name. <br />
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Early in my pregnancy , I told DK I was confident it would rain the day she was born, that like a cleansing rain / river, she would be born a refreshing change in the world. The name Jordan means "down flowing" and the meaning of the name Leigh is "delicate". So it was more confirmation of her name to find out that while she was born, in the midst of a drought in Houston, a thunder storm poured out on the Medical Center. <br />
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A lot of people have asked why we named our baby "Jordan Jordan" and now you know, Jordan is actually my middle name. My radio name. My mom actually chose it after I was born while she was laying in her hospital bed watching tv. There she saw <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara_Jordan">Barbara Jordan</a>, the first African-American woman elected to the the Texas Senate knocking it out and making it happen. Mom was inspired and thought "That's another tough woman I can name my baby after" and thus I was Elizabeth Jordan. Elizabeth, after my grandma. <br />
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Okay, this blog post is long enough. Bye. <br />
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Why do you think I keep my makeup bag in my purse? ;-)<br />
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Since having Jordan, I've never been so excited and ready to wake up each morning. From the moment she stirs from sleep, her eyes open wide and bright as her entire face morphs into the most joy filled smile. As she opens her mouth to smile, she takes a big breathe as though she's confidently taking in the new day, certain it's going to be wonderful! Any day now I feel like she'll start laughing from her gut and I won't be able to contain myself. She wakes up bursting with energy and sunshine and now my mornings look so much different. My entire day in fact, looks a lot different now that she's my alarm clock. <br />
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Funny how those 5 extra minutes to snooze are so unimportant now and waking up before she does just so I don't miss that incredible transition from peaceful sleep to bright eyed wonderment over her new day is the best part of mine. <br />
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She lays next to me on her back and I watch her as she kicks and smiles and coos and blows bubbles. We talk about our day, about how much I love her and wonder out loud when papa will wake up :) I'm working hard to not allow anything else take away from these moments with her, because they're gone so fast and before I know it, I'm waving goodbye as I drive away to work. Oh how I love our mornings... <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Tomorrow's post: the story of how we chose her name.</span>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-71140367850639918592011-10-04T12:16:00.017-05:002011-10-04T13:37:10.257-05:00New Season.This morning before the sun was even up, I quietly crept out of my warm bed to meet Kim for our weekly workout. Before I left the bedroom, I peered through the dark at the most beautiful site my eyes have ever seen - my little baby girl snuggled up close to her papa. I'm nuts about those two, they are truly gifts from God and my life's greatest purpose... my little family.<br /><br />We've experienced an incredible past few months since I left the show to go on maternity leave in July and then, the period of waiting that seemed to drag on for forever until she came were so full of growth and change. I had so many perceptions on how things would unfold in the story of her birth and will tell you now that NOTHING happened as I thought it would but the way it did, wooo-weee, I'd never have conjured this one up in even my wildest daydreams.<br /><br />Part of why I haven't written here in so long is I think because I was handling the after effects of what took place and just wanted it for myself for a little while, free of speculation and opinions from others. More than anything in the world, it seemed that people were so opinionated about childbirth, childcare, and everything connected that I needed to accept my experience first for myself and find my bearings it all before talking about it. For as long as I've been in radio, I've shared details of my struggles and excitement in life, but this was way different.<br /><br />Every year I go wild over each sign of fall approaching and feel an overwhelming burst of productivity, creativity and motivation. But this year I feel it 100 times greater with more purpose. And it's impossible to deny this surge of confidence or my need to make karate chop sfx to accompany my newfound motherlike abilities. But... I hear motherhood does that to you.<br /><br />As evidenced by <a href="http://lizjordanksbj.blogspot.com/2010/09/elements-of-fall.html">my annual blog post </a>about my love for fall, I am crazy over this season and the anticipation to discover what change it will bring is intoxicating. Each year God seems to use Kenai, Orson and a deep thought provoking thunderstorm to help me discover the new season has arrived once again.<br /><br />But this year after a long summer drought, the storm clouds rolled in and I found myself creating a memory I pray never fades.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a title="IMG_7677 by lizjordan, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizzjordan/6114801111/"><img alt="IMG_7677" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6081/6114801111_5dcc680a3a_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" /></a><br />Jordan experiencing her first change in season...<br /><br />xoxo,<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/74/E95587B159CF67360CD6188065EC7E3C.png" /></a> </p>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-35385992819176998072011-07-07T23:23:00.005-05:002011-07-07T23:31:21.981-05:00Silly Details.It's the little things. Got a mani/pedi and am counting things like this as "The last time before she comes". And I try to make them each special and very memorable.<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Getting ready for the day she comes, I chose "Japanese Rose Garden" for my toes.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfaKU9s5P9hBGMqn3eAO1euRmIbwKItgU86XzaB-n1gwWEDHiUAaisy9w2emfqzTmY6Dswnk5i4nvLYj1RJlR48bi8npy5t6vmU5_C0clQfwukuH-yzX54XnBGl1PEJMCqA85BB9un0Wiy/s1600/file_236_91.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfaKU9s5P9hBGMqn3eAO1euRmIbwKItgU86XzaB-n1gwWEDHiUAaisy9w2emfqzTmY6Dswnk5i4nvLYj1RJlR48bi8npy5t6vmU5_C0clQfwukuH-yzX54XnBGl1PEJMCqA85BB9un0Wiy/s320/file_236_91.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626833201994127938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And for my finger polish, I chose "It's A Girl!" </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbB4M9f0c9NzPpmrwKMYzjaF2Kt1rGJ5lXEnCRzgsUMs0BUNxpC-30WzkGtROnTxF3qy1Q4uPkXT1a4x9kvC1GnWnTxH8vvzDTJqLI3B9XXQUvCHIVOdUHYi7Z9BLAnompfIJfDPj48m5G/s1600/file_236_126.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbB4M9f0c9NzPpmrwKMYzjaF2Kt1rGJ5lXEnCRzgsUMs0BUNxpC-30WzkGtROnTxF3qy1Q4uPkXT1a4x9kvC1GnWnTxH8vvzDTJqLI3B9XXQUvCHIVOdUHYi7Z9BLAnompfIJfDPj48m5G/s320/file_236_126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626833197164944722" /></a></div><br />It's the little things :)<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/74/E95587B159CF67360CD6188065EC7E3C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-47620806187931588352011-07-06T20:49:00.006-05:002011-07-06T22:05:35.268-05:00Her Birth Story!Today was my first official day on maternity leave. I happened to talk to Kim yesterday and learned she had an appointment this morning with her midwife so I kinda invited myself along and offered to help keep her company. I woke up with great energy and was excited to see what the day would bring for Kim and me. Like, maybe a little baby girl?<div><br /></div><div>I picked Kim up from their apartment near the Galleria and every new day I get to see her while she's pregnant, I'm wowed by how stunningly beautiful she continues to be. She really is one of the most lovely women you'll ever meet in your life and pregnancy makes her about a thousand times more beautiful. Anytime we're together, we make each other laugh almost nonstop and we definitely bring out the goofiest parts of each other. She's such a wonderful friend to have :)</div><div><br /></div><div>As we neared the doctor's office (we go to different doctors but both are located in the Medical Center) I joked about how if she went into labor while I was in labor, they could easily wheel her down Fannin to her hospital in time for her to deliver. She looked at me joking/seriously out of the corner of her eye and said "Oh, I plan on arriving by helicopter."</div><div><br /></div><div>We cracked up at the thought and went on talking about how amazing that would be and how one day Baby Spec would beg her over and over again "Mom, tell me the story about the day I was born!" Armed with that story alone, he/she would be the coolest kid in elementary school, heck yeah. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lately I've been thinking about how I'm spending every moment in the days nearing THE day Baby K finally arrives. I imagine myself telling her how the day unfolded, what I ate, who I saw, what I talked about, what music was on the radio, how was the weather, the funny things her dad said to make me laugh, or how we came home to find Orson covered in mud again. </div><div><br /></div><div>I guess it all started Sunday morning when I woke up earlier than usual and felt very strongly for the first time that "Today could really be the day." Dad and Mary came over to check out the (98%) completed nursery and from there we went to have breakfast at Baby Barnaby's. I thought to myself as we sat outside in my old neighborhood at the best breakfast joint on earth, "I wonder if breakfast at Baby Barnaby's will be part of her birth story?" At the church service after that, I was asked to offer up the invocation prayer at the beginning of the service and it was so special to me, I wondered again "Will this be part of what I get to tell her?" The other night DK and I watched Charade with Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn and I thought to myself how fun it would be to incorporate some Audrey into the story, had I gone into labor during the movie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then last night, DK got home late after shooting Boomin' By The Bay and was excited to put together the handmade cradle that arrived earlier by freight from Pennsylvania. I was already in bed reading by that point but as I went to get up to meet him in the living room, I found myself bent over from excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. "OWWWWWWWWW!!!" DK came running and asked me what kind of "OW" exactly this was. It was surely a Braxton Hicks contraction and was the most painful and consistent so far! </div><div><br /></div><div>Soon my natural need to yell and holler about the pain I was feeling began to stir with the elated excitement I was experiencing about possibly being in labor and I think I fell into some kind of natural high as I could NOT. STOP. LAUGHING. I would yell with everything I had and then hearing how dramatic I sounded, would spill over into more hysterical laughter which would then cause more pain and more hollering. DK was highly entertained by all this and stood close by helping me walk around while laughing with me. I will never forget the grin on his face and can't imagine what he too was feeling, wondering if this was IT.</div><div><br /></div><div>But it wasn't time yet. After we put together the cradle (more on that to come!) he put me back to bed and all the contractions subsided. But that sure would have been a hilarious story to tell her about the day she was born! We'd probably even consider changing the name we've chosen to something that bears the meaning "laughter" ... or as DK just pointed out, maybe just a new nickname for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Right now, I'm sitting in The Cutting Room (DK's studio space) on my blue couch while he edits and I write. DK is joking about how she's probably frustrated to hear the same fragments of music over and over again as he edits and imagines her in there saying "Come on! Move the song along! I can't get into it if you keep stopping and replaying!" She'll get used to it soon enough. I know I have :)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-dxYBDXK9OzJ2uRTDyG0etECOs4IS-SR4hM7igh0kxTcwA53Qb5W1INoi5KhumQnlBjuJLDIhQsPKk7VuIIFKwHGSv0b0TGYsZ568BFMOhh3HT6pF3pAmIRS9F9boeQs_d1ymA8KNdrb/s1600/tumblr_lm8rbv3Bvu1qe2divo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-dxYBDXK9OzJ2uRTDyG0etECOs4IS-SR4hM7igh0kxTcwA53Qb5W1INoi5KhumQnlBjuJLDIhQsPKk7VuIIFKwHGSv0b0TGYsZ568BFMOhh3HT6pF3pAmIRS9F9boeQs_d1ymA8KNdrb/s400/tumblr_lm8rbv3Bvu1qe2divo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626440799487216114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Kinda random, but on the subject of laughter, I love this photo I found on Pinterest.</i></span> </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow the plan is to utilize free museum day to get some labor inducing walking done while staying out of the heat. Later on we have dinner plans with our good friends the Kankelfritz's and from there, who knows! David and Kim are officially moving into their home on Friday so there will be plenty to celebrate there as well. I'm so excited for them and for me too, since they are less than a mile away now!</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for praying so much, DK and I truly feel a great peace and excitement and I credit that solely to all of your prayers. Thank you thank you thank you.</div><br />Baby Mama,<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/74/E95587B159CF67360CD6188065EC7E3C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-91275743177763535952011-07-05T23:22:00.004-05:002011-07-06T00:21:27.682-05:00On Her Walls.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>“Every child is an artist. </b></span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” - Pablo Picasso</b></span></span></i></span></div><br />A couple weeks ago, I received a box in the mail, one I knew was coming and knew would be incredible, I just didn't realize HOW incredible it actually would be. My lifelong best friend Tiffany is a naturally brilliant artist living in San Francisco and told me awhile ago she was going to make something to put in the baby's room. To say I was excited about this is an understatement.<br /><br />I remember as kids, sitting at Tiffany's mom's glass top coffee table and drawing together, making up characters for stories and watching as Tiffany always aced each detail of every character with such natural ability. I'd eventually give up on what I was drawing and simply try to copy her drawings. And now 20 years later, even in her beautifully matured work, I can still point out details only I could recognize of the artist I knew as a kid.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizzjordan/5907867978/" title="IMG_6349 by lizjordan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5320/5907867978_61e812a293_z.jpg" width="640" height="566" alt="IMG_6349" /></a></div>This piece is a very personal reflection of her and I. The ice cream, Paris, stripes, the giraffe, and as she wrote in the card that came in the package "And Audrey Hepburn + us makes the piece complete".<div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizzjordan/5907866758/" title="IMG_6351 by lizjordan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6041/5907866758_9425bd2dbb_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="IMG_6351" /></a></div><br />The next piece of artwork in her nursery comes from another brilliant woman in my life. It's really an honor to now be officially related to such a gifted painter and I thank my brother often for marrying someone so incredible like Kim. She's just moved back to the US (you've heard me mention them often, they lived abroad in Malaysia for 3 years) and while she was away, her understanding of watercolour truly flourished. Yet another understatement. </div><div><br /></div><div>What an incredible ability she has too for showing those around her how she loves them, just have a look at the outstanding detail and time she put into this piece for the baby's nursery.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizzjordan/5907311355/" title="IMG_6352 by lizjordan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6049/5907311355_e75326b268_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="IMG_6352" /></a></div>This photograph does it absolutely no justice whatsoever. You have to see it in person. Each animal has a backstory, each brush stroke, I'm totally in awe.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizzjordan/5907311787/" title="IMG_6353 by lizjordan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6046/5907311787_2c35006e75_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="IMG_6353" /></a></div><br /></div><div>I can't wait for the days when I'm holding baby girl in my arms and get to stand in front of these pieces of artwork created in her honor and not only talk to her about what a gift art is, but also what a gift these women who love her so much truly are. </div><div><br /></div><div>And later on, we can all have a painting lesson, yes?</div><div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/74/E95587B159CF67360CD6188065EC7E3C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-70665153189578244842011-07-05T22:24:00.003-05:002011-07-05T22:39:05.913-05:00So I Married A Photographer.I've heard when you marry a mechanic, you drive a dodgy always needing to be repaired car. And what's the saying about the cobbler's children? They got no shoes. Ok, so I'm not nearly as neglected (not at all in fact) being married to the most brilliant photographer and filmmaker on earth (sure would sound spoiled rotten if I said I was, ya?) but recently I started to worry we might never have any decent photos of this baby in utero if we didn't make time soon.<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So one night after work last week, DK made time for his girls.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizzjordan/5907007313/" title="110628_8142-Edit_WEB by lizjordan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/5907007313_6e7cdec56b_z.jpg" width="438" height="640" alt="110628_8142-Edit_WEB" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a bit of a sneak peak of the nursery too!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizzjordan/5907562484/" title="110628_8137-Edit_WEB by lizjordan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5274/5907562484_05338772a9_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" alt="110628_8137-Edit_WEB" /></a></div>This is the diaper bag I chose, it's a Fossil Key-Per Weekender bag and not technically a diaper bag, per se. But I saw it and couldn't stop thinking about it for two weeks and figured the splurge was worth it :)<br /><br />More photos to come!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/74/E95587B159CF67360CD6188065EC7E3C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-2324080255702283302011-07-05T21:47:00.006-05:002011-07-05T22:19:05.042-05:00Company's Coming!I remember how as a kid what a huge deal it was for company to come over to our house. The prep around our house usually started a couple days in advance with an all hands on deck deep cleaning of the house and whether it was for Thanksgiving or Grandma and Grandpa Kaiser coming to visit from Detroit, it was a <i>very</i> big deal. <div><br /></div><div>I was thinking about this in a different light, in terms of the ways I've been prepping myself for this baby girl's arrival. There are parts of myself that annoy me, choices I've made in the past that make me cringe, and quirks about me I'd love for her to never know about. And I'm talking about everything from ways I've been a terrible friend to being absolutely incapable of conquering laundry. I want so bad for her to look up to me with a light in her eyes that leaves her wishing one day she could be just like me. And part of that means ... giving her a worthy yardstick to measure up to.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've definitely considered some serious deep cleaning action for the arrival of this most important houseguest of my LIFE. Today on my last show before leaving for maternity leave, I shared about this insecurity and how it applies to our relationship with Christ too. </div><div><br /></div><div>And I've definitely overlooked the fact that life in Christ offers up a huge helping of His Grace. That, and as I was reminded by an incredible listener who called in, God has designated me as her mother with great purpose for such a time as this. </div><br /><object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18479168"> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18479168" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"></embed> </object> <span><a href="http://soundcloud.com/donaldkilgore/prepping-for-the-ultimate">Prepping For The Ultimate Houseguest</a> by <a href="http://soundcloud.com/donaldkilgore">lizjordan</a></span><br /><object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18479764"> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18479764" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"></embed> </object> <span><a href="http://soundcloud.com/donaldkilgore/prepping-for-the-ultimate-1">Prepping For The Ultimate Houseguest Pt. 2</a> by <a href="http://soundcloud.com/donaldkilgore">lizjordan</a></span>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-27297780608309777382011-07-05T21:29:00.009-05:002011-07-05T21:46:56.194-05:00Maternity Leave.Last week was pretty rough physically for me so Friday morning before work, I sat down and asked DK what he thought about me taking off earlier than expected. He didn't even flinch and was fully supportive. Why I was even anxious to talk to my boss about this as well is a mystery to me as she opened her arms and nodded profusely as if she knew the question was coming."We are so prepared for this!"<br /><br />I feel really relieved and so relaxed now and haven't been so hard on myself for bailing on my original plan to work till I went into labor. I know that Sterling, Bruce and the engineers who work close to the studio are relieved as well, as I'd alerted them they'd be the ones in charge of getting me to the hospital had I gone into labor while on-air. Heehee.<br /><br />Today was really bittersweet and I got really choked up as I signed off.<br /><object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18477714"> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18477714" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"></embed> </object> <span><a href="http://soundcloud.com/donaldkilgore/farewell-from-liz">Farewell From Liz</a> by <a href="http://soundcloud.com/donaldkilgore">lizjordan</a></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizzjordan/5907422450/" title="IMG_6335 by lizjordan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5031/5907422450_613152e506_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="IMG_6335" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was taken just after my final break. Whoa life, are we really here?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/74/E95587B159CF67360CD6188065EC7E3C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-64979197917944711502011-07-03T06:27:00.003-05:002011-07-03T07:23:28.724-05:00Is She Coming Today?Could it be today? I woke up earlier than usual this morning and felt so peaceful, I thought "If today is the day, I want to start getting ready now!" DK stirred, asked me was everything ok. "Yes love", I whispered in the dark, "in case I need to go to the hospital later today, I want to be completely ready." We've already had two or three jumpstart "Are you going into labor now?!" moments so he knew to respond peacefully. "Are you good?" "Yes love", I kissed his forehead, "I'm just excited."<div><br /></div><div>I had a nice shower and quietly gathered my toiletries together in the bathroom. Just in case, hehe. As the sun began to creep up, I tiptoed out of our bedroom and the sound of his heavy breathing with the sight of the laundry baskets he'd worked to sort the day before made my heart soar with love for this man. </div><div><br /></div><div>I peeked out DK's studio doors thinking I might invite Kenai inside for some quiet time together, but when I saw Orson nestled up against the door sleeping so soundly it felt criminal to disturb such precious sleep. Beneath the tree next to the garage in a cool spot of freshly dug dirt I could see my girl also sleeping, but I knew she was also on duty standing guard for a squirrel DK says she's been after (and actually caught but released yesterday). She hates squirrels. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now for some raisin bran (my greatest prego craving) and a quiet moment with my laptop to record the latest. I continually make mental notes of things happening around me and how I'll later reference it here on my blog, complete with sentence structure and arrangement of descriptive words. If you know anything about pregnant brain, you know that as brilliant as it may seem at the moment, it's gone almost as soon as it's formed. Gone, whoosh, bye bye.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sitting in our living room right now. It's been a few months we've been in this new house and this living room finally feels complete and settled. It's a bit of an awkward arrangement in terms of walls and structure, but part of me wonders is it just that we lived in a loft so long, we'd forgotten how to incorporate walls into our decor and it's just taken a little extra time to get reacquainted with these common intrusions? In just the living room fiasco (dramatic exaggeration) alone, I've learned a lot about how truly compatible DK and I are. I've seen through the process what a team we are really and how our creativities bounce off and gel together in ways we don't always realize.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is how it went. Once we moved in, the living furniture was placed and we've had so much else going on that it was never the highest priority to rearrange or put any real investment into the room. But it bothered me everyday I walked through the room and mostly because the setup wasn't conducive to great social interactions. So when DK was out of town a couple weeks ago, I found myself one night filled with great gusto and momentum and thus, rearranged the living room. At 9 months pregnant. (I figured if anything, it would help induce labor.) It felt wonderful to see how when simply changing up the layout of chairs, tv and couches, the room was actually a lot bigger than I'd realized. But it still wasn't right. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I'm fueled by the vision of incredulous looks across DK's face as he catches me in the act while gasping "WHAT. Are you DOING?!" so I seem to wait till he's out of range when I get these random bursts of superhero furniture moving strength. A couple nights ago, I was sitting on the couch when he came in after mowing the lawn and let me know he was gonna go get cleaned up. The sound of his shower was my cue and I hopped up, a map of how to get what and where in the fastest motion possible already solidified in my crazy head. </div><div><br /></div><div>Perspiring and panting yet totally satisfied, I waited with anxiousness for him to come down the hall and see my great work. It felt so great to contribute around the house. And when he saw how hard I'd worked, he was complimentary but we both knew it still just wasn't right. </div><div><br /></div><div>I likened the arrangement to a prepubescent kid with mouthful of huge teeth in great need of braces to help wrangle the situation. We were trying too hard to make too much furniture work in one space. But finally, when I returned from a long day of work on Friday I walked into the house and saw that DK took what I'd started and simplified it. By putting his touch and effort into the layout, he completed the living room in a way that finally made sense. It's a good thing to love sitting in your living room. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I kinda feel like taking a nap now. Funny how my energy comes in waves! But I want to get back to this because I have things I want to write about before I have to go to the hospital.</div><div><br /></div><div>Things I'll elaborate on later today: pregnancy photos, house guest preparation analogy, my sister-in-law Kim, the word "miserable", quiet moments experienced with my baby girl thus far, a friend going through divorce, and my maternity leave. </div><div><br /></div><div>BRB, nap is calling me.</div><div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/74/E95587B159CF67360CD6188065EC7E3C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /></div>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-6373917032589702082011-06-16T08:45:00.003-05:002011-06-16T09:23:30.404-05:00"Oh My Gosh, Really? No Way."I was practicing my reactions yesterday. Reactions to you sitting across from me telling me all the good scoop from elementary school. I imagined we'd sit and eat a salad or cheeseburger at our "spot" together and you would dish on all the things going on most important to you from your day or week. I would sit there listening of course, but mostly just marveling over the fact I get to be your mom.<br /><br />Typically I grab my lunch on the go or eat at my desk while working but yesterday I went to Mission Burrito and sat, phone in purse, and ate my lunch alone with my thoughts. There were only a handful of others there eating and I quickly noticed the 3 ladies at the booth closest to me. Grandma, mom and daughter.<br /><br />Daughter was adorable and we smiled to each other before I'd even sat down as we both filled up our drinks at the same time. You know how you can sense a person's demeanor and spirit instantly? This young lady was precious and so peaceful, she radiated the absolute sweetest nature. But after a while of overhearing what was going on at their table, I got the sense she didn't get it from her mom or grandmother.<br /><br />"You're sitting on my purse, GET OFF of my purse" grandma sternly ordered and sweetly she replied "Grandma, your purse is next to mom across from you." Just looking at mom you could see she was tired and annoyed, quickly correcting whatever her daughter was talking about saying "Ten and a half doesn't mean anything. You can only say you're ten and when you turn eleven, say you're eleven."<br /><br />It's been a long time since I was ten years old, but not so long that I've forgotten what a big deal ten and a half really is. I don't know these women or where they've come from so it's not for me to judge, but I did learn and take some notes during my lunch. In fact, I texted DK right away saying "I can't wait to take her on picnics, to the movies and out for shopping/lunch dates. Just her and me." He responded quickly saying he had also had a ton of dad/daughter date ideas lined up.<br /><br />I won't go into the details of how psychologically, to have your parents celebrate you, listen to you, be interested in you, allow you to have a voice, make time for you, allow you to express yourself without judgement and weed out distractions just to be present for you makes for a pretty balanced kid cause I really don't even know the true clinical ins and outs of all that. But it just makes sense.<br /><br />Designating a time whether they're 5 or 12, making a big deal out of getting ready to go, picking a place to eat, getting excited about what you've ordered and then being open to whatever on earth she wants to talk about. Waking up her sleepy head before dawn, filling a thermos with hot coffee and heading on a beautiful morning hike together, talking or just hiking in silence. Splurging for a massive bouquet of flowers after her dance recital, singling her out from the other kids and celebrating when she accomplished something amazing at school, listening to a song we both know by heart in the car and singing at the top of our lungs, asking her what she thinks about politics and allowing her to have her own opinion, creating an environment with no inhibitions to keep her from dancing wildly to her favorite music, chic flicks with popcorn together on a rainy afternoon, talks till 3 a.m. about why he broke up with her (loser), stopping for lunch together after shopping for a prom dress, and girl trips here and there to visit places and people we love. <div><br /></div><div>These are the things I daydream about with her. I don't want to miss a moment. And I want her to know how celebrated she truly is. </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">God, give me everything I need to be the mom she needs and deserves.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgh3QwuYXMifwb-e4KiOzIvMADfwVwT0AqJ8TQ8hHGa0YGTzLrcU6PgxOVQef_GH0k5N-1qUnaaysZujA61XvII0YLmL1EE5OjpuSwQcxnxAyfuJhXopR69oVVQWUFTOc9ivWGWvgAixrN/s1600/11183614_hvuCm0fQ_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgh3QwuYXMifwb-e4KiOzIvMADfwVwT0AqJ8TQ8hHGa0YGTzLrcU6PgxOVQef_GH0k5N-1qUnaaysZujA61XvII0YLmL1EE5OjpuSwQcxnxAyfuJhXopR69oVVQWUFTOc9ivWGWvgAixrN/s400/11183614_hvuCm0fQ_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618821470488526738" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Shirley Maclaine and her daughter. For more photos, check out t<a href="http://hivingout.blogspot.com/2009/11/shirley-and-her-girl.html">his blog</a> I found!</i></div></span></div>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-83687526763723022522011-06-14T22:35:00.011-05:002011-07-05T22:23:58.086-05:00Three Little Birds.Every night before bed, I load up some music to play for baby girl on my laptop and play for her the sounds of my life as I read or browse the web. I've been going through the whole gamut of music I've loved in every season of my life and have relived so many phases of who I've become along the way. Incredible how music is so deeply tied to parts of our soul and can evoke emotions and memories like nothing else, isn't it? I can't wait for her to experience music herself ... hence my early start program.<br /><br />Tonight was Bob Marley night. As the rhythms of Three Little Birds started up on my MOG player, I instantly recalled my most stunning memory tied to this song and lyrics.<br /><br />It was 2007 and I was in Peru.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a title="IMG_0305 by lizjordan, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizzjordan/2884305951/"><img alt="IMG_0305" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/2884305951_256aea9d70_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" /></a></div>This is Arturo. He's Peruvian and I met him several years ago while visiting with Buckner Orphan Care. He was one of a few interpreters traveling with our group and was a total smooth talker in both Spanish and English. He and I hit it off pretty well and to this day when I hear Bob Marley, I'm reminded of him and this certain moment in my life that is permanently cemented in my heart.<br /><br />Throughout our stay we traveled to several orphanages and delivered brand new shoes and socks (collected by radio station drives all over the US) for all. One day in particular, we traveled by bus to a town so overcome with poverty, we had a hard time determining where to even go. Eventually we came to a walled community and were greeting by not just boys and girls, but also their mothers and grandmothers. We soon learned this was a safe place for those suffering and seeking refuge from rape and violence in their own homes.<br /><br />Even despite the language barrier, I found myself surrounded by a group of teenage girls so excited and curious about me, my hair, my novio, and anything else we could stumble through with what little we knew of one another's language. They wanted to be hugged, be smiled at and make eye contact with me. They were all so full of life it made it hard to comprehend the horror they'd experienced at such a young age. I didn't realize for awhile there was another little girl making huge effort to get to our group as her grandmother pushed and maneuvered through grass and rocks to get her over to us. Melissa was in a wheel chair and when she finally caught my eye, the dread in her eyes disappeared and an excitement welled up in it's place. She wanted so badly to be part of the silliness and I loved to see the other girls embrace her and make her part of the group.<br /><br />But you know how there's always one that stands out the most? One that keeps part of you with them even after you leave? One that will always have part of your heart? That is Melissa for me.<br /><br />Before long it came time for our group to head out and it felt criminal to leave these girls, knowing the dangers they were hiding from behind the walls of this compound. I hugged Melissa goodbye, then hugged the other girls some more. As I turned to leave, I noticed Melissa sitting there in her chair, arms wide open, ready for another hug. I hugged her again and this time whispered a prayer of protection for her. I kissed her head and then had to book it towards the bus.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a title="IMG_0581 by lizjordan, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizzjordan/2884332659/"><img alt="IMG_0581" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/2884332659_359a93bd0e_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" /></a></div>As I climbed aboard the bus, the lump welling up in my throat was so annoying and unavoidable. Arturo was waiting for me with a window seat open and just as the bus shifted and rumbled forward, I collapsed into my seat with the heaviest heart. Arturo nudged me with his elbow then nodded his head toward my window and just as we passed throguh the compound's gate, I caught one last glimpse of Melissa. Through the trail of dust left by our bus I could see her waving frantically and her face beaming as one of the other girls pushed her as fast as she could, all the other girls running and jumping alongside her, yelling, laughing and waving goodbye.<br /><br />I sat back in my seat and watched out the window just as the sun was setting, smiling at the sight of those girls yet fighting back tears and feeling so conflicted as to whether or not there was anything I could really ever do to help them. "Mission trips" are tough like that.<br /><br />All was quiet as the bus rumbled on and I'm certain Arturo was aware of the somber emotion felt by everyone else on the bus. Before long, I heard him start to sing.<br /><br />"Rise up this mornin', smiled with the risin' sun."<br /><br />I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw he had his head tilted back, eyes closed and was smiling as he sang.<br /><br />"Three little birds pitch by my doorstep<br />Singin' sweet songs of melodies pure and true sayin',<br /><br />He elbowed me again and laughed as he sang:<br /><br />"This is my message to you-ou-ou.<br /><br />Meanin' Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing,<br />oh! Ev-ry little thing gonna be all right.<br />Singin' Don't worry about a thing - I won't worry!<br />‘cause every little thing gonna be all right."<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a title="IMG_0585 by lizjordan, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizzjordan/2884332753/"><img alt="IMG_0585" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2884332753_d143427b20_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" /></a> </div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/74/E95587B159CF67360CD6188065EC7E3C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196780634620238061.post-76181876787144487202011-06-11T22:55:00.010-05:002011-06-11T23:57:14.324-05:00Today.This was a great day. My recipe for an ideal day seems to change often but the one constant ingredient seems to be spontaneity. A little bit o' planned, a little bit o' not. And any weekend with a delicious nap mixed in, I'm sold. <div><br /></div><div>We woke up this morning and headed to our first day of Birthing Class through Nativiti Birthing Center in Spring. Finding this class was not only a relief because every other class in Houston was booked through to August, but also because the methods they teach and experiences they work so hard to deliver (haha, get it?) jive so well with what we've already been feeling was so right for us. </div><div><br /></div><div>From mental to emotional prep, to the importance of the words used by your partner during the labor experience and all about the power of giving in to the pain, Megan our instructor led us through an incredibly informative, revealing and refreshing take on bringing a baby into the world. She also has a great sense of humor and had us all laughing a ton. I highly recommend this place, especially having something to compare it to with this day class we took a few months back that wasn't so hot. Sitting and listening to a doula reading diagrams and charts verbatim in front of a class wasn't our idea of getting prepped. The snacks were fun though.</div><div><br /></div><div>Check out their website: <a href="http://www.nativiti.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Nativiti Birthing Center.</span></b></a> </div><div><br /></div><div>Arriving home, there was a special surprise at the front door! Baby's crib! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJiFwlOEDVzyANYv-2WLxqjF2VQvf8WzwJUX-hpIevTwPhqJFXFxKRTawQ9w8x_aPe312ZZRsjb6wBpxok6u6c8MIOgUao-tzBDf3WSbjlj2jBwQnj-dNh6qIaD1Ha8L2NfgWheg9Gj4l/s1600/IMG_2038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJiFwlOEDVzyANYv-2WLxqjF2VQvf8WzwJUX-hpIevTwPhqJFXFxKRTawQ9w8x_aPe312ZZRsjb6wBpxok6u6c8MIOgUao-tzBDf3WSbjlj2jBwQnj-dNh6qIaD1Ha8L2NfgWheg9Gj4l/s400/IMG_2038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617192652701049058" /></a>I took lots of video and photos of the crib process and Orson was so anxious to get involved and help out.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTy583pDWU5TYKPPbCAZ5IfQpcBXcsAb4-cwDvajsLKBdUrrOOFOHbGKib_57rg1g9PwmoAFztN9vwyFV28ge1ObORfjCyidgVcR_jrRaEjKXyxFp4sRimnUhcvxn3vxWDt8Ge_6aScbv/s1600/IMG_2058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTy583pDWU5TYKPPbCAZ5IfQpcBXcsAb4-cwDvajsLKBdUrrOOFOHbGKib_57rg1g9PwmoAFztN9vwyFV28ge1ObORfjCyidgVcR_jrRaEjKXyxFp4sRimnUhcvxn3vxWDt8Ge_6aScbv/s400/IMG_2058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617181096824178930" /></a></div><div>I won't post any here just yet as I'm excited to write a post solely on the construction of her nursery, from start to finish. </div><div><br /></div><div>After all this excitement, I was exhausted and crashed pretty hard. I'm telling you, delicious naps are KEY to a perfect weekend. Especially at almost 9 months pregnant! DK had lots of work to do so I busied myself later on with checking lists and making sure there isn't anything else we need before she comes. I've ordered a bit of a special diaper bag (when I was sure I would only use my backpack from college that I love so much) and other than that, we are ready to go! Also DK's dad is putting the finishing touches on the custom made crib he's built and I cannot WAIT to see it in person! </div><div><br /></div><div>Around 9 p.m. tonight DK came across <a href="http://www.anotherpintplease.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">this blog</span></b></a> that sang a particular tune of DK's heart that could only be expressed in his reaction that followed: "Babe, I know it's late, but we've got to try<a href="http://www.anotherpintplease.com/2011/02/what-on-grill-video-pilot-episode.html"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><b>this recipe</b></span></a>." Grilling and photography! Like the supportive wife I try to be in all his creative endeavors, I grabbed my shoes, we piled into the wagon and headed off to get supplies. </div><div><br /></div><div>I also decided to finally try my own little spin on a banana split ... <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/39014332/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><b>using the grill</b></span></a>. Add ice cream and voila! Mmmmm... </div><div><br /></div><div>On our way home, DK insisted he finally teach me how to get his grill started and properly use it, you know, in case of an emergency. I thought to myself how often we as married folks pass up on moments like this, not because we're jerks, but because it's not really "our thing" per se, and we don't understand the value of such an investment into something they're totally geeked about. I'm certain he thought I'd respond saying "Oh babe, it's been a long day, I'll probably just sit and read while you grill" but when I said "Absolutely, it's about time I do that, huh?" I noticed an excitement and serious sense of duty wash over him and that was enough for me to understand even more so how important it was to him. He's such a doll. And I really did learn a lot, thus making this a monumental day in the Kilgore household.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, DK just burst through the backdoor passing through to the kitchen, the scent of charcoal trailing behind him as he exclaimed "OH MAN, this is LEGIT!" So, I'm guessing he's a really happy man right now. And that without a doubt makes me a very happy woman. Even though it is 11:33 p.m. at night and dinner is still cooking. Sorry, <i>grilling</i>. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll let you know how it turns out!</div><div><br /></div><div>Great day, much love, more class tomorrow!</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/74/E95587B159CF67360CD6188065EC7E3C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Liz Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03765803572815733698noreply@blogger.com1