Cheers to 6 Months

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March 24th marked 6 months for Miss Addison and I. With all the hustle of bringing Tank home, I kind of… might have forgotten about it for a whole week (mom fail?). I’m big on milestones (I celebrate my dog’s birthday for goodness sake), so I do feel pretty bad.

According to “the Bump” app, today at 25 weeks, Addison is as large as a cantaloupe. So about 13.6-14.8 inches long and about 1.5lb-2.5lbs. Her skin is becoming more opaque and all the capillaries are starting to form. She can also tell which way is up and down.

For what’s going on with me as far as symptoms, nothing too crazy. I have developed that beautiful linea nigra (just in time for swim suit season. 😉 ). Also, my belly button is becoming pretty much nonexistent, or like Chris likes to say, “you’re turkey timer is poppin’ up!” My stomach hangs over the edge of my pants and my feet get extremely sore after walking for over an hour (which to me is the craziest because I’m use to walking for very long periods of time). No stretch marks yet (knock on wood). I’m feeling lots of baby kicks and movements which is something that I’m slowly starting to get use to. It really freaked me out in the beginning but now it seems natural.

One weird side effect is that every single morning, I have a bloody nose. Now it doesn’t drip down my face but I wake up in the morning and feel like my nose is clogged so I go to blow my nose and it’s nothing but blood. I’m going to ask my doctor about in a few weeks. I’m not worried but I know doctors like to know stuff like that.

In a few weeks I get to take the famous glucose test. Everyone is giving me horror stories about it so I’m not 100% sure how I feel about doing it. I don’t love overly sweet things, so I have a feeling I’m going to absolutely hate the orange drink.

It still hasn’t hit me. I know that she’s coming but I don’t know. I feel like my pregnant self is now my everyday normal self. I feel like this is how I’ve always been and how I’ll always be. Don’t fit into these pants anymore? Eh… oh well! Belly sticking out from under every shirt I own?? Crop tops are in right? Whole or half sub at Subway? Whole of course! Don’t you know I feeding a baby?! I’ve accepted my new normal. All is well.

Also, I’ve been getting a lot of questions about if we’ve started the baby’s room…. Well, not exactly. Actually, Addison’s room is the only room in the house that looks like we’re stilling moving into. Nothing is done. The room is a wreck. We don’t really want to do anything until we paint. But paint costs money and then we have to put aside a whole day to paint (and by we, I mean Karla and Chris). So much still to do…

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You’re the One That I Want

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2 years ago today I became the happiest woman alive by marrying my best friend, Chris. I think I was so caught up in being married I’m not even sure if I posted my wedding photos on Facebook (fail). So today I dug deep into the depths of the external hard drive to gather my photos from a major turning point in my life.

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I’ll have to admit, there’s a lot of nostalgia looking back at these photos. I smile at all the happy faces and I giggle at the few bumps in the road (for example, I had planned the song I was to walk down the aisle to for like 3+ years before my wedding, moments before I started walking down the aisle, the speakers decided to stop working so I walked down in silence. Regardless, You’re The One That I Want by Angus & Julia is forever my wedding song). That beautiful day exposed me a love that can’t be replaced or replicated. Through Chris, I have experienced a love that is real. I have experienced a love that is unconditional.

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Thank you for loving me when I cry over stupid things like dropping flour all over the kitchen floor. Thank you for loving me when I’m short tempered and raise my voice in frustration. Thank you for loving me when I steal the covers or spread out so far that you’re falling off the edge of the bed. Thank you for loving me when you’ve had to repeat yourself over five times because I keep forgetting what you’ve said.

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 Thank you for listening to the same story three times in the same day and always acting like it’s your first time hearing it. Thank you for changing our addresses on all our bills so I don’t have to worry. Thank you for pulling the weeds that I’m too weak to pull. Thank you for going behind me and doing things I’ve forgotten about (like switching the wet laundry to the dryer).

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I do my best to thank you for all that you’ve done and I know that I don’t always show how much I love and appreciate you. I love you so much Chris Soroka. I’m beyond thankful that God has blessed me with you. You are more than I could have asked for and better than I dreamed. The longer I’m with you, the more I love you. I’m excited for year 3 of marriage and am so excited to see you become a father. Hearing you talk about strollers and swing sets makes me smile for hours. You are an amazing husband to me and I know you’ll be an outstanding father to our daughter.

Happy anniversary,Chris. You will always be the one that I want.

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Puppy Love.

I don’t know if any of you are aware but Chris and I are major animal lovers and if you follow me on Instagram, you already know that our household number has gone up by one. 

Introducing: Tank.

  

He is a 12 week old pit puppy and he is beyond adorable. It’s been a while since Chris and I have had a puppy. Both Riley and Bentley are turning two this year and I kind of completely forgot what puppy raising was like. 

I forgot about the soft puppy fur and the clumsy puppy running. I forgot about the constant puppy napping and that puppy smell. I forgot about the big puppy eyes and the constant chew fest that is teething. But it’s ok. I’m still loving it.

  

We adopted Tank from my coworker Michelle. Her landlord is apparently a dog racist against pit bulls and was none too pleased when she learned that Michelle had Tank. It didn’t take much husband convincing before I told Michelle that we’d take him.

Our first introductions with this adorable dude went great. There was only lots of tail wagging and puppy kisses. First introductions with Riley and Bentley? That’s a different story. Riley, of course, was perfect. She is seriously a great dog. Her only problem is that she’s intimidating. People and dogs alike seem to cower at her size. Tank reacted the same way. He was super friendly and excited to meet her when she was laying down in her crate but when she stood up and ran full force at him… Not exactly happy to meet her any more. Luckly, she knows her limits (probably because of constantly leaving with small animals) and could tell he was scared so she left him alone and ran back in forth on the other side of the yard. 

  

Bentley? Well he’s my brave protector and was not pleased that Tank was with us. He growled. His hair raised and God forbid if Tank got anywhere me. He was full on guard dog. It’s really our fault. Bentley has never been exposed to other dogs before so he wasn’t sure how to react. But after a few good spankins for the growling and nipping, he eased up. He’s still not stoked but is getting more relaxed the longer he’s with Tank. I know in a week or so, we’ll have adjusted and life will fall into its new normal.

  

Chris swore up and down that we weren’t going to have any more puppies after Bentley. Funny how these things work. 

  

We’ve Moved!

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I thought I was fine with apartment living. Less square-footage means there’s less to clean and less you can have. I thought I’d be okay with my neighbors attached to me and being able to hear their tv shows through the walls (not very much bothers me). But as our family grew from two to three, then three to four, and now four to six, apartment living is hard. It sucks not to have your own yard when you have more then one dog. It sucks being pregnant and walking up stairs every day. It sucks to have to obey rules like “no more than one plant on the porch” or “if chairs are out they must match company colors.” Now don’t get me wrong, I loved living at Lakeside and Southwinds. Each complex was cozy and perfect for us in different ways, but neither was permanent.

We have quickly grown out of it. So here I am, blogging from our bedroom in our house. No one can tell us if we have too many plants outside our door. Our yard is our yard and not shared with our neighbors. We’re not attached and not have to worry about the neighbors listening through the walls. This is home (at least for the next 30 years). I will bring my baby to this house and she will learn and grow here. Ours dogs and children will have many play & snuggle sessions. There will be laughter and sun shining through the windows. Our kitchen will cater to many hungry mouths and see lots of smiles. Since we’ve moved into this house yesterday afternoon, this house has heard laughter and seen tears. It’s just the beginning and there’s still so much more to go.

I’m so happy to be here. I’m blessed beyond what I can comprehend and am thankful for this home. I’m thankful for the friends and family that have helped clean and fill the rooms with our things. I’m thankful for our awesome realtor who helped us find our perfect space. I’m thankful God’s all powerful hand directing us and clearing the path so we would have a seamless transition.

I’ll eventually get around to posting pictures of the house once everything is put away and the house is mostly put together. But until then, I will be satisfied and happy with this wonderful place called home.

First Letters to Addison

Those Crazy Sorokas // Dear Addison, A Letter from Your DadTo my daughter, Addison,

I’ll just start off by letting you know that i’m not as good a writer as your mom is, so don’t look at all my spelling and grammar errors!

I haven’t met you in person yet, but I have seen your tiny body at the doctors. I’ve heard your heartbeat and seen your little feet kick your mom’s stomach. It was one of the weirdest, yet special moments in my life. Hearing your heartbeat and watching it move on the screen for the first time was crazy for me. I didn’t know what to say or do. It was hard to think that your mom and I made that happen. I can’t wait until we meet in person. I cant wait to hold you and feel your little fingers and toes. I cant wait to kiss your forehead, and hold you in my arms, and take so many pictures with you, that all our friends and family are sick of me posting them.

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I’ll be honest, when I found out you were a girl I got nervous. Im a guy, so I know how they think from a young age all throughout middle and high school. I have no idea how to handle a little girl.

But I cant wait to figure it out.

I can’t wait to share my interests with you, and take an interest in yours. I can’t wait to play video games, watch movies, make funny videos, play dress up, and even play with your hair..or have you play with mine. If you want, I will even paint your nails for you. As long as we can spend time together doing things you like.

Ill be the one teaching you to drive. Your mom doesn’t have the best history with cars. You may think im annoying in the car with you, but trust me..I am nothing compared to your mom 😉

When you get old enough to take an interest in boys and start dating, you will probably hate me. I will be interviewing every single boy you look at. And if I need the extra help, your mom will…be sitting on the couch watching your three uncles ask additional questions. Uncle Stephen, Adrien, and Anthony will be just as protective as I am when it comes to boys in your future.

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I hope you think i’m an o.k dad. I’m going to try as hard as I can, but I know i’m going to make mistakes, and Im sure im going to be wrong sometimes. But I just want the best for you.

I hope you keep God first in your life. He has walked with me since I was in middle school, although I have stumbled and fallen at times, I have tried my best to keep Him my priority. He is a better father to you than I i’ll ever be.

Well, I am done with this horribly written letter now. Your mom is waiting outside for me so we can walk Riley and Bentley.

I love you my little rose. I’ll see you soon.

Love,
Your incredibly awesome dadThose Crazy Sorokas // A Letter From Your MomDear Addison,

As I’m writing this, you are kicking me in the belly button. This week we found out that we were having you. I mean, we knew we were having a baby but it was just a matter of were we having Grayson or Addison. Up until this point, we’ve been wondering if God was going to give us a little girl or a little boy and it’s been driving us crazy.

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February 17 was a truly amazing day for me and your dad. For the first time ever, I saw your face. Last time I saw you, you looked like a bean. You didn’t have a face, arms, or legs. All I could see was was basically a white blob on a black canvas. Don’t be offended but you looked a little funny when we saw you. You look like a skeleton because you only weigh about 10 ounces. There’s not much meat on your bones yet. But despite all that, you were truly beautiful. I saw your little feet and hands move. You yawned and it was adorable! You didn’t like the ultrasound technician very much. You wanted to stay rolled up in a little ball (which is how I sleep) and whenever the technician would press or shake my belly, you pushed back on her and tried to hide yourself. I can already tell that you’re stubborn just like Chris and I (I figured that would get passed down to you. Your daddy is particularly stubborn so there was no getting away from that).

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I can’t even describe how it felt when the technician pointed at your little bottom and showed us that you were a girl. I almost cried (I tried to keep it together because your dad always teases me about crying. I am pretty emotional lately). It was unreal and magical watching you move. I could finally, after months of waiting and wondering, put a name to a face. And hearing your heart beat…. No matter how many times I hear it, it’s always unreal.

You daddy and I weren’t the only people wondering about you. Friends and family texted us and wrote us on Facebook all morning asking about you. We posted a few days before your appointment a video of Riley & your daddy. Daddy held up two onesies, a pink and a blue one, and he asked Riley which one she wanted and she chose the pink one THREE times! When that went on facebook, everyone commented on if she was right. Even I wondered. Dogs are very intuitive, but could she really guess if a baby was a boy or girl? But let me tell you, Facebook went wild when we announced that you were going to be joining us in July. Everyone commented on how unbelievable it was that Riley was right. I told Chris that for out next baby, we should ask her again and see if she’ll be two for two.

Telling the family was the best part. Grandma cried and Grandpa told us that Grandma’s budget went up 50% because you’re a girl. Gigi screamed over the phone. And Auntie Faith snap chatted me all day because she was so excited. Our phones were flooded with messages and comments all about how excited people are to meet you. Everyone is so thrilled and can’t wait to spoil you rotten.

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Especially me. I can’t wait to hold you, Addison. I’m so in love with you though I’ve never met you. I want to kiss you and see you laugh. I want to see what your personality is like. I know you’ll be your own unique person, but I wonder which traits you carry from daddy & I. I hope you have his energy and sense of humor and how he can make light of any situation. I hope that he’ll teach you how to change a tire and oil, and fix things around the house so that when you’re grown, you’ll be able to fend for yourself. I hope you’re organized like me so that you’ll stay organized for school and work and don’t fall behind. I hope your stress tolerance is high like mine and even when your life is crazy, you can still remain calm.

Most of all, if you only take one thing from us, I pray that you will wait for God’s special person. I pray that you won’t waste your time on people who will make you feel good for a season, and in the end, are not who God wants you to spend the rest of your life with. Wait for the best because life is so much sweeter that way. You don’t want anything but God’s best because you will end up hurt and full of regret.

I love you, Addison Rose. Keep growing and stay strong.

Love,
Mommy