Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from Him. Psalms 127:3
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Bo's 1st College Station Trip
We took Bo for her first trip to College Station for the massacre of the Aggies playing Oklahoma but some good things did happen that weekend. I got to stay in Uncle Gene's trailer which is always a treat for me (but even more so when I get to sleep with him and Aunt Linda) and I got to introduce Bo to our cousins Katelyn and Lucy! Katelyn and I played in the trailer while Lucy was excited to see she wasn't the littlest one anymore! Aunt Ashley and Uncle Drew played with me a bit and got to hold Bo. It was so great seeing them and I hope to see them again on a trip to College Station!
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Friday, November 14, 2008
Bo's First Doctor's Appointment
I had my first doctor's appointment on Tuesday when the doctor was kind enough to tell me that I looked like a little girl! What does that mean? I guess I should be thankful; he could have asked my mom if she was sure I was a little girl. Anywho, I have grown an inch (21 long inches) and gained 8 ounces (I am up to a whopping 7 lbs. 9 ounces). Mom says I am putting all my efforts into being tall and skinny. The doctor says everything is great and I am sure thankful. I know you are in awe of the fantastic photo but they make you strip down to your skives and wait for someone to come see you. Mom was kind enough to wrap me in a blanket till the doctor arrived. Hope you all have a great weekend!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Slumber Party
Saturday, October 18, 2008
A Girl?! Are you kidding?
So I really am a big brother! People kept talking about this baby thing in mommy's tummy, which definitely had something going on with it, and finally it is here! Turns out, the much predicted boy (including a very sure mom and dad) is a girl! I have a little sister- Bo Adeline Coburn. She was born Tuesday morning at 3:13am and I have been totally pumped about her ever since. I can't quit kissing her, taking her her pacifier (which I call a "this") and I want to hold her every chance I get. I keep hearing mom tell God thank you for my attitude and behavior towards her but all I know is she is beautiful and doesn't cry too much.
You may think that my mom could have fixed her self up a little to meet my little sister for the first time but there is a story behind that. Monday evening about 11, Mom started noticing some uncomfortable contractions but she had been having uncomfortable things happening for a few days. When midnight rolled around the uncomfortable contractions were pretty painful and pretty much 5 minutes apart. She went and woke up my dad who said, "It is not time yet- go call your doctor and talk to someone." So a little bit of doubt crept into her mind and she waited another 30 minutes in which the contractions were definitely 5 minutes apart and toe curling. She called the doctor and the answering service said it would take 20 minutes for her to call back. Mom walked into their bedroom, hit dad and said, "Get up and get your stuff together." Thankfully, he didn't argue but staggered out of bed.
On the way to the hospital, which is a good 45 minutes away, the contractions would alternate one hard one and then an easier one and were from 5 to 3 minutes apart. Mom was convinced they would get to the hospital and be told that she had dilated to a whole 2 centimeters but that would not be the case. They got to the labor and delivery room and were told that mom was dilated to a 5 1/2. The nurse asked if she would like an epidural and mom quickly said yes. So, the nurse came in with a stack of papers for mom to sign between contractions and once finished the nurse checked her one more time to see for progress. Turns out she was at a nine and the atmosphere in the room instantly changed. Iv's were being quickly placed, doctors were being called and then her water broke. She kept asking for her epidural but the room would become uncannily silent when the plea came and finally a nurse broke the news to mom that no pain medication would be available. The only way to lose the pain would be to breath through the contractions. Mom's reaction was Christian like on the outside but she has since asked God for forgiveness for the inside thoughts toward everyone in the room including my dad. The nurse kept telling mom to breathe and not push and mom politely told the nurse, "I'm sorry but I can't not push:;I AM PUSHING!" The doctor that was to delivery my sister was still not there yet so the nurses grabbed something called the house doctor who dad refers to as the catcher and after 5 pushes and 45 minutes of being at the hospital my sister came into the world.
Mom lay in shock to the current events and then thought dad was teasing when he kept telling her it was a girl. She was sure he was looking at the wrong baby. My grandparents (who look really good for 3 in the morning) were equally shocked when given the news but of course, Poppa said he knew it was a girl all along.
Now we are all home and doing really, really well. We have had lots of visitors, fabulous food and fun with family. Bo hasn't woke me up once and welcomes all my attention.:)
There are plenty more pictures to come so enjoy a true blessing and gift from God! He is good to the Coburn family.














You may think that my mom could have fixed her self up a little to meet my little sister for the first time but there is a story behind that. Monday evening about 11, Mom started noticing some uncomfortable contractions but she had been having uncomfortable things happening for a few days. When midnight rolled around the uncomfortable contractions were pretty painful and pretty much 5 minutes apart. She went and woke up my dad who said, "It is not time yet- go call your doctor and talk to someone." So a little bit of doubt crept into her mind and she waited another 30 minutes in which the contractions were definitely 5 minutes apart and toe curling. She called the doctor and the answering service said it would take 20 minutes for her to call back. Mom walked into their bedroom, hit dad and said, "Get up and get your stuff together." Thankfully, he didn't argue but staggered out of bed.
On the way to the hospital, which is a good 45 minutes away, the contractions would alternate one hard one and then an easier one and were from 5 to 3 minutes apart. Mom was convinced they would get to the hospital and be told that she had dilated to a whole 2 centimeters but that would not be the case. They got to the labor and delivery room and were told that mom was dilated to a 5 1/2. The nurse asked if she would like an epidural and mom quickly said yes. So, the nurse came in with a stack of papers for mom to sign between contractions and once finished the nurse checked her one more time to see for progress. Turns out she was at a nine and the atmosphere in the room instantly changed. Iv's were being quickly placed, doctors were being called and then her water broke. She kept asking for her epidural but the room would become uncannily silent when the plea came and finally a nurse broke the news to mom that no pain medication would be available. The only way to lose the pain would be to breath through the contractions. Mom's reaction was Christian like on the outside but she has since asked God for forgiveness for the inside thoughts toward everyone in the room including my dad. The nurse kept telling mom to breathe and not push and mom politely told the nurse, "I'm sorry but I can't not push:;I AM PUSHING!" The doctor that was to delivery my sister was still not there yet so the nurses grabbed something called the house doctor who dad refers to as the catcher and after 5 pushes and 45 minutes of being at the hospital my sister came into the world.
Mom lay in shock to the current events and then thought dad was teasing when he kept telling her it was a girl. She was sure he was looking at the wrong baby. My grandparents (who look really good for 3 in the morning) were equally shocked when given the news but of course, Poppa said he knew it was a girl all along.
Now we are all home and doing really, really well. We have had lots of visitors, fabulous food and fun with family. Bo hasn't woke me up once and welcomes all my attention.:)
There are plenty more pictures to come so enjoy a true blessing and gift from God! He is good to the Coburn family.
Veggie Tales
One of my birthday presents from my mom and dad was tickets to see the most wonderful vegetables on the planet- Veggie Tales. I am pretty sure that no one knows more about Bob, Larry, Junior and the gang more than me. I danced almost the whole time, kept yelling hello at Bob and was fascinated by the bubble machine. I had a great time and my mom and dad did too. It is a great memory!

Friday, October 17, 2008
Hurricane Fun
I survived my first hurricane without a hitch. Mom slept in the closet with the dog but the rest of us had a pretty decent nights sleep. I put some before and after pictures of my play house on here, what I was doing when the hurricane started to come in and the aftermath. We only didn't have power for a few days which meant I got to stay at Mimi and Pop's which is never hard to do.




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