Monday, December 29, 2008

and the baby is...(part 2)

A GIRL!! I know that in a recent post I was all whiney and dejected because I thought we wouldn't get to do another ultrasound for a few months. Then I learned of this amazing place called Stork Vision. We went in and they had a a room that looked like a living room with couches and a big tv on the wall. They projected the picture of our precious baby onto the tv and we got some really incredible pictures and a dvd of the whole experience. (Watch out, or any time you're at our house we may make you watch it!) I can't believe how great the pics are, and they even did a 3D one even though she's still a little small to be getting good 3D pics. Ok, enough jabbering, on to those amazing pictures...
Here's an awesome profile pic. She had her hand by her face the whole time.

Here she is, turned to look at us:

This is almost her whole body. Her head is on the right and her knees curled up on the left.

And the feet. Dad told the technician that those should be easy to find because if they were like mine, they'd be big. She had to take a second to look for them though. :)
This is one of my favorites. She's sucking her thumb.
And the awesome 3D picture. It takes a minute to see it, but once you do, you can't look away. (At least I feel that way.) It's like one of those magic eye things. :) The technician says she has hair already! Wonder if it's red??
Hooray for Baby Hendricks, a beautiful girl!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

'tis the season

Sometimes I spend too much time thinking about the things I don't like about the holidays. Stressing over shopping, the squealing voice of Leann Rimes singing carols in every store, the roads clogged with vehicles manned with drivers with as much skill and courtesy as a goldfish. Even looking outside today was like seeing the world through dirt-colored glasses. (But really, Lubbock wind can't be blamed on the holidays.)

Ok, so I didn't intend to go into that much detail about what I don't like.... because what I really wanted to say is that it's easy to get caught up in all of that and forget the good things. I love winter clothes like scarves and hats and coats. I love winter food: stews and soups and roast beast. I love how the crisp air, when it is still, feels easier to breathe, and it can seem so quiet and peaceful outside in the middle of the day. I love the building anticipation of the visitation of Santa that has even the most cynical of my students constantly wiggling in their seats. I love coming into my home when the weather is harsh, seeing my Christmas tree lit up and surrounded with presents for the people I love and having my heater defrost my icy extremities. Then I love getting even toastier by cuddling with my husband and my dog. And to top it all off, a precious life grows inside me and nudges my belly to remind me that I'm not in control of this world. Not even my little corner of it.

So, I'm thankful for Christmas trees, and warm homes, and being barefoot and pregnant:

I'm thankful for cuddly Cory and Clive. (Aren't they handsome?)

And I'm thankful for festive Christmas parties and fabulous friends. Just when we think we can't fit another person in the picture, someone else is pregnant and Cory get's a wider lense. Who'll it be next year?

Merry Christmas! May the joys of Christmas greatly outweigh the stresses!

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

and the baby is....

indeterminable. After weeks of aniticipation, we got a maybe. Stubborn little thing! Neo moved all around, but seemed to always keep the valuables covered. We poked and shook it around a little, and we watched it turn over, but we couldn't get a really good shot. So basically, the doctor took a picture of the bum; he couldn't see any boy parts so he guessed that she's a girl. He said not to go out and buy lots of stuff though, which is exactly what I was planning on doing. The worst part of it is that we don't have another ultrasound for 3 months, so it looks like we'll be in the dark for awhile longer.
So while I'm disappointed about not being able to to rule out either sugar and spice or puppy dog tails, or narrow down bedding options and half the name possibilities, we did get to see some pretty amazing stuff. We watched the heartbeat and could see all 4 chambers. We saw the bladder, which means the kidneys are working. The bones are forming, so there was a spine, and knees, and thigh bones that we could make out. She weighs 14 ounces! It was amazing to watch her move and know which position she was in inside my belly. And overall, the fact that our baby is the healthy kind...I guess that's really what's important.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


Finally! Pics of the wedding. I'm posting just a few, since I feel like I'm kind of behind on all of that since it was over a week ago. I have to say it did hold up to its title, "the best wedding in the universe" (although I'd have to put my own wedding pretty far up the list as well). Any union involving costumes, vows about video games and pets, a web-ordained minister, and dancing to Elvis is alright in my book. In fact, it sounds like the making of a good Cohen brothers film. Maybe you guys should sell the movie rights to your wedding, Cody and Laura. That seems like a decent way to gain some honeymoon spending money.

It seems like there are only two other things happening in my life: the baby and Tech football. From all the games I've been watching and all the screaming and jumping I've been doing, I'll only be vaguely surprised if the baby comes out with a little red mustache and a Yosimite Sam hat.
We had our 16 week appointment today, and it was probably the easiest time I've ever had at the ob/gyn's office. We got to listen to the heartbeat (140 beats per minute), he asked me if I had any questions, and sent us on our way. He said, "It sounds like a boy. Kind of." Our next appointment is at the beginning of December when hopefully we'll get to see what flavor of child we'll be having: Neopolitan or Neopollianna.
We started clearing out one of the rooms that will eventually become the nursery. It feels like we're a little closer to being parents because we started getting rid of some of our stuff. I begrudgingly bagged up some prom dresses and beaded votive candle holders that never made it to the wall. Cory finally trashed a few college posters that had been hanging out in the closet for the past 10 years. I think we're both feeling a little bit old because of it; now we have to let someone else begin filling our closets with useless nonsense. But it'll be cute, tiny useless nonsense.
AND I got a bedroom set! We went in to buy just a dresser so we could consolidate our two to save space. Then, there was an amazing sale and we got the dresser, mirror, and bed. I am so excited I can hardly contain myself. I had sort of resigned myself to not having matching bedroom furniture until our child is out of college. Then, like a beam from heaven, the salesman at furniture row turned that all around. (Ironically, his name was Les Bright.)
Ok, I think that's enough rambling for now. Weddings, baby, clean house, Tech football, new furniture: It's good to be me.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

hail the queen

This week, Lacey was the freshman nominee for Homecoming Queen. She got nominated while she was on the cruise, so she had exactly one day to find a dress to get ready for pictures at the beginning of the week. I'd say she did a good job: That sweet ride was provided by Alderson (thanks Michael!) and Cory and I got to ride around in it the rest of the evening...after he drove her around the track, of course.
I loved David's matching purple tie! They made a lovely match walking onto the football field. I just had to brag a little on my sister. When you have pictures this gorgeous, you gotta share them!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

baby hendricks

Here is our precious baby! The doctor said it was moving around so much that it was hard to get a clear shot. When he was showing us, we could see little legs, feet and a sweet little hand by its face. In this picture, the head is on the left and the rump is in the bottom right hand corner. I think the blur in the middle/right could be an arm? It's hard to tell.
It made it seem more real to be able to actually see our baby. Especially for Cory. He said he guessed I wasn't just making the whole thing up after all.
We're both healthy and everything is perfect, and we are so thankful.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


Oh dear. I've been holding on to so much, like my job, the baby, various weddings, and a bag of cheddar jalapeno Cheetos, that I dropped the blog. Apologies to my avid readers, aka my brother who is on his blog honeymoon and updating practically every day and hasseling me because I'm slow. He's making me look bad by updating from the middle of the ocean. (And I'm not bitter that he's there and I'm here.)
Ok, so to catch everyone up, we went to San Antonio for a lovely fancy wedding. It was a long drive, an expensive hotel, and I had to resist many of the beverages, but it was worth every minute when the whole family was on the dance floor, from the reserved aunt and uncle to the usually disengaged teenagers, flailing about to "We are Family."
Here's the lovely couple, Mal and Tom:

Jenn and Paula looking fabulous:And a group shot of my family, minus Cory because he's forever behind the camera:

So, one wedding down, two to go. I've also been contemplating the possiblity of grad school, checking into all the schools around here (there are actually 3!), budgeting, and plotting which program will get me out the fastest.

The last big thing going on is that we get to see our baby for the first time tomorrow. Our first ultrasound! I can't wait. I know little Neo is still really small, but I'm so excited that I've now made it to the first trimester. I'll post pictures as soon as I get them and find someone's scanner to steal for a few minutes.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

travel envy

I've had a certain condition for awhile. It's been swimming around the back of my head for months, and just this evening I've put a name to it: travel envy. Let me explain. When my dad mentioned that he was thinking about going to Europe this summer, my immediate response was, "Oh, please don't go, Dad. Please DON'T go! It'll break my heart!"
Sure, a normal response would have been, "Oh wow, that's great. You've never been to Europe before, and you've been working a lot longer than me, and you deserve a trip that perfect. I'm a little jealous."
But oh, no, the travel envy spewed from my mouth like my oh so many bouts of morning sickness. And it's taken me some time, but I'm coming to terms with it. Sure, I want to go to Europe...and it's probably not going to happen for awhile. But I'm coming around. It's probably a good thing that he started working the Europe idea in a good 9 months before it actually happens. I can usually return to reason after awhile.
But October will be my nemesis. Everyone is going to the beach but me! In the fall?! Are you trying to torture me? My dad and company are going to our favorite Playa, and Mom and company are going on a cruise which includes Jamaica and Cozumel. Even my younger sisters are missing a full week of school. I'm so jealous. I expect to be experiencing the full effects of T.E.: mopiness, irritability, droopiness, and an unusual preoccupation with sand.
So, come mid-October, If I answer your casual "How's it going?" with a snappy, "Well, I'm not sitting on a beach, am I?" you'll all know why. Travel envy.

Thursday, September 18, 2008


I decided it was time to let the whole internet world know that in seven months, Clive will be getting a (human) sibling. He's been a little rebellious lately, barking in the middle of the night, stealing our shoes out of the closet, and pulling me by his leash down the street, but I figure that it takes some getting used to- realizing he won't be the center of attention for much longer. I think he'll come around, and he'll feel better once the baby is here and he can cover him/her in saliva.
The whole process has been surreal, and I can't say that it's even completely sunk in that we're going to be someone's parents. I mean, should two people so pale, freckly, and clumsy be able to combine their gene pools? I'm not sure.
It's crazy how fast things start changing and strange things start happening. In the past two months, I've fainted, taken a nap on a regular basis, eaten about 6 times a day, and refused to eat much meat, all things that didn't really happen before. I have the sense of smell that Lacey said could rival Edward Cullen (vague vampire book reference, apologies). And, perhaps not the least of the strange things, I've referred to my coming child as Neopolitan, which was apparently the name of a distant Civil War-era relative of my father's. I'm a little afraid it's going to stick; Cory's already shortening it to Neo. (yikes) I've also consisted mostly on a diet of pasta and things covered in cheese, but I can't say that's too far from what I like to eat normally.
So I guess the only thing I can really say is that it's all pretty exciting and scary and overwhelming and consuming. Say a prayer for little Neopolitan, as he/she has to put up with us figuring out this whole parenting thing, and I'll be sure to post any crazy child-rearing shenanigans we happen to get into.

Friday, September 12, 2008

"barack, dude, that freaked me out..."

One of our faithful and brilliant book group attendees suggested that we check out Donald Miller's new blog. I am a particular fan of his (I mean D. M. here, although, I'm a fan of yours as well, Nate) because he's actually a humble, witty, insightful Christian author. How 'bout that. Anyway, I'm a little late getting on this, so if you go to his blog, you'll have to scroll all the way down the the first entry about his email correspondence with Barack Obama.
Get ready for a belly jiggling kind of funny.

Sunday, September 07, 2008


We spent this weekend in Hamlin at Poppa's annual hunting extravaganza with a whole slew of family, friends, and honorary family members. Several things happened that made it sort of a nostalgic time. First, we had the playground dedication for Grandma. Her cousin, Sammy, gave a speech that had us all teary-eyed before he even finished the first sentence. Then all the grandchildren cut the ribbon and initiated the playground.

The second thing that had us all, cruising down memory lane was that Poppa bought another jeep! Awhile back, when I was about ten or twelve, he bought a yellow jeep for all of his grandchildren to learn to drive. He insists that I learned to drive on that thing, though I sincerely doubt I ever did more than steer while someone else worked the gears. Unless I've suffered sudden amnesia or a severe lapse in muscle coordination since I was ten, I'm pretty sure that the first time I ever tried to drive a standard was when I was repeatedly stalling Bryan's Civic in the Target parking lot a couple of months ago. This new candy apple beauty was much easier to drive though. I practiced driving back and forth down "beer can alley" for half a day before I dared take it into the busy traffic of Sunday-morning Hamlin.

Poppa actually got a few minutes in it in between all the various grandchildren taking it for a spin. He and his buddies took it to the land to hunt. Actually, I don't think Poppa even took his gun. He just sat here on his perch and heckled the guys for all the birds they missed. But he did it in style.

Friday, August 08, 2008


It's been too long. The school season has practically broken my door down while I'm still saying a lingering farewell to summer. I've been wanting to post these lake pictures because we have been hitting the water as much as possible lately. I just don't feel quite as happy unless I have some lake water in my teeth.
I love these of Lacey because she's so expressive...
Sticking her tongue out helps her make sharper turns:
Wonder where she gets the expressiveness from...hmm... Now for the flying members of my family. Here's my attempt at a jump. (Note the great concentration on my face.)
We caught pics of both Cory and David in the air.

And here's my brother, the knee boarding champion. He can jump like this almost every single time. It's infuriating.

We're hoping to get one more lake trip in this weekend before school officially starts. I plan on being drug behind the boat, refusing to let go of the rope until I can either jump as high as Bryan or I sprout gills. Either way, it should make next lake season easier.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

welcome, sam!

The beautiful Samuel Asher McEwen was born today at 10:03 am. He was 9 lbs. 4oz (wow!) and 22 inches long.

I got to hold him and listen to him snort for awhile.
Here's the proud daddy.
And the beautiful mommy.
The happy new family.
I had to post this one of little Sarah Sanford because it's too cute!

Hooray for the newest McEwen!

Monday, July 21, 2008

I have to post this picture, because it is so precious. Aunt Beth left two rings for Haley and me that belonged to her mom (my great grandmother). We loved them both, so we couldn't decide who gets what. We left the decision up to Mimi, who shook them up in her hands and then put one in each of our hands.

In other news, I spontaneously decided to paint my kitchen cabinets. And not just paint them, paint them orange. It has turned out to be a catastrophically awful idea. Here's a pic of them with just a swatch that I painted to try out the color.

They are all now bright orange, and I avoid the room at all costs. I won't even post a pic yet, because I have to fix it before I can feel good about showing the orange picture. I have learned a few things about myself in the process, though:

1) Cabinets are really hard to paint. There are so many crevices and corners and it takes hours to tape it all off before you can actually start. The next time I get the urge to paint something on a whim, I should choose something more simple, like say the back door. Of someone else's house.

2) When picking out a paint color, it's best to think about it for more than 12 hours before you start actually smearing it on the walls.

3) Spontaneity is overrated.

Thursday, July 17, 2008


It's hard to come back to a blog when what I've been experiencing can't really be put into words. However, a couple of quotes seem appropriate.
The first one I found in Aunt Beth's sewing room when we were going through some things. It was a newspaper clipping of an old Irish blessing:

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
The child is grown, and puts away childish things.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
I wish I could go back there.
Thank you so much, everyone, for your prayers and for sharing in our heartache.

Sunday, July 06, 2008


This was our little home away from home the past week, selling fireworks for the fourth of July. It was really a pretty easy job the first few days. We spent a lot of time reading and I got the chance to write some. Mom and the girls came out to help almost everyday- they were brilliant saleswomen! They had all sorts of different selling tactics- flag waving, crazy hats, setting off smoke bombs. And when we didn't have customers they'd just practice what they would say if we did.
Finally business really picked up on Friday. We had a pretty constant stream of customers all day, especially after the sun went down. Everything was going just perfect until we had to turn on the outside lights. Then a huge army of a variety of bugs decided to declare war on my person. Normally if a bug touches me it sends me into a hissy fit of screaming and flailing about, but it's funny what you can put up with when you just have to do it. I had bugs in my hair, crawling on my back, trying to get in my ears and mouth. I'm not sure how it happened, but I even had bugs in my underwear. It was disgusting. One black beetle was nearly 4 inches long- no exaggeration- and he made a bee line (a beetle line?) for my face. That was just too much- I did a little flailing there, in front of a customer and everything. Ugh, it makes me shudder just thinking about it.
You'd think that guard-dog Clive could have made himself useful by protecting me or something, but he just laid there in the floor of the tiny stand, so we had to trip over him as we pulled things off the shelves. He got lots of attention from customers, though, so he seems pretty pleased with himself.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008


A few vacation pics for ya. First, the glorious Luna Encantada and the infinity pool: The beach at Xpu Ha, our favorite place. My brother said it best when he said, "When I'm having a bad day at work, and I close my eyes and go to my happy place, this is where I go."
And the crew at Don Mario's, which has some of the best pasta I've ever tasted.
Our own little glimpses of heaven.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

back home

We made it home from Mexico! It's been a bit of an ordeal because our flight was supposed to be on Thursday but then got cancelled. The only reasonable explanation for this is that perhaps the flight crew were just as reluctant to leave the pristine crystal-blue water as we were. They'd rather ship a plane-full of grouchy gringos to the nearest Marriott than have to face their final beach crawl.

That left us to fly to Dallas, quickly show Dad and Kim (tearful with envy) the pictures, and then make the drive back to Lubbock last night. We finally got here, picked up the dog, and came home to the sad realization that our air conditioner was not working. It was almost 90 degrees in my house, and the thermostat was not moving! We did what any resonable adults would do; we made a fort in the living room! Ok, so it was more like a pallet than a fort, but it made sense because the biggest ceiling fan is in the living room. We threw the couch cushions in the floor and covered them with a sheet:

Of course, Clive's droopy sad eyes convinced Cory to let him sleep in the floor with us, so between waking up in puddles of sweat and Clive licking my feet, I didn't get much sleep.

The other thing that is currently engulfing my free time and thoughts is the series by Stephanie Meyer.

Lacey read them and was completely enthralled by them. Since she recommended them, and she's infinitely cooler than me, I had to check them out. Cory and I both read the first one, Twilight, on the beach. (My cousin and soon-to-be cousin-in-law have also read them and loved them.) I've started in on the second one, and I can't put it down. They're teenage vampire romance novels. If you're looking for literary gold, this may not be the book for you, but if you want to get wrapped up in a love story, it's hard to beat. It's actually kind of inspired me to do some more writing, which I haven't actually done yet, but I am vowing to do so over the next few weeks.

I'll post some vacation photos as soon as I have the tenacity to sort through the pictures again, and I'll tell more about the trip. It's a thrilling, action-packed, rite of passage vacation story that you won't want to miss. (It doesn't involve vampires, but all except one of us are frighteningly pasty and especially vulnerable to the sun.)

Saturday, June 14, 2008


In case I don't get another chance to blog before I get back, I just thought I'd let everyone know what it looks like from my corner of the world:

Tearin' up the streets of Mexico. Man, I love this place.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

three years

Happy Anniversary to Us! Here's a wedding snapshot that my dad took: And us three years later on our anniversary date:

We had such a great anniversary. We thought it might be a bit of a let down because our first anniversary we spent in Guatemala and our second was in Seattle. But we had so much fun hanging out together. We watched our wedding video that Lowell made for us- it's truly fantstic. It was so much fun to look back at everyone telling us how they knew we should be together and how lucky we are to have each other. Then we went to Carino's for some Italian nachos, wine, and desserts. Really, it doesn't get much better than eating cannoli and chocolate cake.
What an awesome three years it's been! And it's good to know that even though he will probably never put his clothes in the hamper and I will probably never remember to wait for him to unlock the car door before I start tugging at the handle, we're so good together.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

summer resolutions

This is my quote board that hangs on our dining room wall. Pictures of sunsets, me and Cory, me and my girls, and Teddy Roosevelt are completely normal things to have on it. A bikini-clad woman, however usually has no place on the quote board. I have made an exception, though, because this is the bathing suit I want when we go to Playa in 10 days. TEN DAYS! She helps motivate me to work out everyday. So here are my resolutions for this summer. I am making myself a list so I don't waste the season of no work by taking naps and watching daytime television.

1) Work out everyday until Playa. Run, pilate, or walk Clive everyday.

2) Write! I want to blog frequently and finish something written this season. I either want to finish a novel that I've been working on or start a new one and finish it. That last part is the kicker: I love starting new stories, but I get tired of them and quit. I resolve to stick it out this time.

3) Work a little. There are some grants I want to write, some technology classes to take, and some units to plan for school. A light sprinkling of work never hurt anyone, I suppose.

4) Only sleep in on the weekends. Naps are only acceptable when expressly earned or direly needed. (That sounds harsh, but really, who's going to decide if the nap is "direly needed"? Me.)

5) Read. (But be careful not to fall asleep while reading.) I have 3 books looming right now, one of which is in Spanish, and I need to start it before Playa...which is in 10 DAYS!

6) Be a housewife. Since Cory's bringing home the pasta (we don't eat much bacon) by teaching summer school, I'm going to spend some time cleaning and organizing the house. This is going to be a tough one.

7) Avoid telemarketers and door to door salesmen.

Ok, I think that is a resonable list. Mostly, if I can just avoid sleeping a lot I think I can count the summer as a success.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

a weight has been lifted

Woohoo! Last day of school!! I can't believe that summer is actually starting and I don't have to go to work. I thought I'd be rejoicing and doing my happy-hip-wiggling dance when school let out, but I was really a little sad to see the kids go. It was rediculous, but when I was hugging them before they ran off to meet their parents I started to cry. I guess even the ones that are about as sweet and docile as a hurricane are cuter when they're galloping away to their cars for the summer.

As the weight of school has been lifted from my shoulders, so has another one. I decided to usher in the season with a new fun haircut. Here are a few "before" shots of what my hair did look like:

This is one Cory took at Dad's house last weekend.

One of me and Nana at Lacey's 8th grade graduation.


The new do! Here's to new beginnings, haircuts, and summer!