saturday morning

I paced my room this morning walking Elin to sleep. She felt so right in my arms. A perfect fit. Snuggled close to my body, cheeks wonderfully chubby and rosy as she moved her mouth in a mock sucking motion. Her eyes started to droop and my heart felt full. This quiet moment fills me with love and wonder and a touch of sadness. Sadness at how quickly I know these years will pass. Moments like this make all the hard, frustrating, and incredibly long days fade into the background. Looking at her then I knew I would gladly do it all again. For each of my precious children. I would suffer through the hours of incredible pain to bring them into the world. I would cry all over again at the frustration and pain of nursing. The emotional and physical toll pregnancy takes on a mothers body. The feelings of utter aloneness through the sleepless nights that seem to stretch on and on and on. I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Just for moments like these. When I realize how beautifully blessed I am.

xoxo,
Mom

It's almost midnight. What am I still doing awake? Trying to postpone tomorrow for a little longer I guess. Not that anything bad is happening. I just like the quiet end to my long crazy days. It's hard to give up that little bit of peace and alone time that I get before it all starts up again. I am tired of being out of shape so I've been doing a post-pregnancy DVD and weight watchers for an entire weekF now. No cheating, no veering off course. I'm so proud of myself! You're probably laughing right now, but for me this is monumental! I've never held on for seven straight days before. I always talk myself out of it. Plus I'm even excited to continue. Weird right? Its hard work and it cuts into my already sleep deprived schedule, but you can't beat that triumphant feeling you get when you finish something that before felt so out of reach for you. I'm looking forward to seeing results one day soon.

I cannot believe how fast these last few months have gone. Already a new year! 2011 was a great year for our family. We bought our first home, we celebrated Masyns first birthday, found out we were pregnant with a very unexpected third baby, endured a horrible pregnancy, Ed turned 30, had our fifth wedding anniversary, welcomed our beautiful baby girl Elin, Noah turned 4 (how crazy is that!) celebrated Christmas with both our families, and made so many wonderful memories. The last couple of months are a little fuzzy for me while we were working on getting miss Elin to sleep, but I'm pretty sure we had a great end to our year :) we learned a lot, had a lot of fun, and have been incredibly blessed. I already have a good idea of a few things I want to work on this year including, being more patient, positive, motivated, inspired, and supportive. Oh and I want to be a better cook. Like waaaaaay better. I think my family will appreciate my efforts in this area particularly! I'm really looking forward to the new surprises this year has for us! I hope that I have enough trials to keep me humble, that I give enough love to overflow, and that I learn enough to continue growing.

this boy:

Oh do I ever love this kid. He is sweet and sensitive and has the most amazing imagination. He makes me laugh. But he can also make me cry. He is loud and busy and like most boys, loves guns (we call them squirt bottles at our house) He has taught his sister well. Yesterday I came around the corner to find she had 'shot' me with a Lego squirt bottle complete with sound effects. He loves to help me with Elin. He'll get diapers and wipes and anything else she may need. When I need to be out of the room he watches her and calls it baby patrol. He loves this responsibility. Elin had been throwing up through the night last week and in the morning I hopped in the shower and put Noah on baby patrol. I told him to yell to me if anything came out of her mouth. I should have been more specific because he was calling for me every 2 minutes that 'something' was coming out of her mouth. I cant tell you how many times I tracked water through my bedroom checking on her to find that the 'something' was just bubbles and spit. The other night I was putting him to bed and singing the primary song 'Did Jesus really live again' I got to the part where it talks about Jesus eating the fish and honeycomb and he looked at me really confused and asked why the fish ate Jesus. (I have told him several times about how Jesus died, I promise! But for some reason he asks this every time we sing this song) So I continued to explain how Jesus died... I explained about the mean men didn't believe that he was special and that he was Heavenly Father's son. He was really concentrated the whole time. When I had finished with the story he looks at me and says. 'Well, Mom... I'm going to get out my sword and I will get my dinosaurs and my dragons and we'll go and get those mean guys that killed Jesus.' Okay buddy. Okay :)

LOVE HIM!




this girl:

I'm pretty sure she will be the death of me. Or at least the reason for a whole head of gray hair in my twenties. She is small and feisty and independent and loud and sassy and dramatic and hilarious and maternal and the list goes on and on! She has so much personality wrapped up in her tiny body it blows me away. She is spoiled and knows how to work it. But when she snuggles me, ahhhh my heart melts. She is two. And that about wraps it up. She can throw fits one second and be off running and laughing the next. She hardly ever sits still. She loves her baby sister to the point of smothering :) She has all the men in her life wrapped around her baby finger. No word of a lie. They would do just about anything for her. She is extremely ticklish on her spine. weird right? When she laughs it sounds like it comes right from her toes and it makes my day. She adores being in the shower. No more baths for this big girl! She hates going to bed and fights me on it every.single.day. I'm hoping she'll get tired of the screaming fits really soon, but I have a feeling she will drag this one out. Yay me. She is so sensitive to peoples feelings and will give you kisses until you're sick of them :) she likes to talk on the phone and loves when her Dad or Uncle Josh throw her around. She is full of fire and I wouldn't have her any other way!

LOVE HER!

xoxo

love Mom

sometimes I have a bad day

Who am I kidding?? I was trying to be brave in my last post. But this is HARD! Don't get me wrong, I love my life and I love my family. But do you know what I ALSO love? SLEEP. Too bad I haven't really seen it in four weeks. Sleep is for the weak right? RIGHT??

I know my body will survive this, I really do. Lack of sleep will not make me die. However, it will turn me into a person I would rather not be. I don't like to lose my patience with my kids and yell. Yesterday on our way to church I was asking the kids questions (mostly to keep myself awake while driving) and I asked Masyn what a cow says.' Moo' was obviously her answer. She's a smarty that one. So I asked her what Daddy says. 'I love you' was her response. Awww pull at my hear strings! So naturally I asked what Mommy says. 'Mommy says NO!' Awwwwesome. I laughed, but only to keep myself from crying and making my mascara run. Sheesh! Am I that bad?? Am I so sleep deprived that I don't even notice what a bad mother I am being? I'll tell you one thing I DO notice.... the tornado that ripes through my house every.single.day. I notice all the diapers on the floor and the dirty bathtub that I still bathe my kids in because I have no energy to clean it. Don't judge me. I notice the laundry baskets overflowing and the cheesy hand prints on the walls and the millions of fuzzies on my unvacuumed carpet. This part bothers me. Like a lot. I sacrificed my body for nine months, I nearly died bringing a baby into this world, I was in pain and sore for weeks afterwards. All I am asking for is a little sleep in return. Is that too much? Apparently it is :)

Okay enough complaining. I'm okay. I look like a zombie 6 out of 7 days a week and feel like one every second, BUT I am grateful for the beautiful baby that I literally snuggle all night long. She smells soooo good. When she smiles, even in her sleep it melts my heart. I love to see her fat rolls and her legs and arms getting pudgy. We're both sporting the coolest double chins in town, Twins! And I LOVE that she needs me. It's great to feel needed isn't it? For now, I am the one she rely's on for everything. One day that will stop and I will want it back again. My arms will ache to hold her close, I'll miss waking up in the dead of night to her little cry across the room, or bathing her little squirmy body. I will miss the miracles that babies are. I really am so blessed.

So until she starts sleeping (let it be sooner than later!) I will continue to count my blessings that we have three beautiful children who are all healthy and happy. That we have a home that is centered around Christ. And that we have the opportunity to improve and grow through our experiences. At my Mother in Laws office there is a quote that says "Life is 10% what happens to me, and 90% how I react to it" so fitting for my day today. It may not be what I want it to be, but I can make it better by being positive.


And of course, I can't leave without some fun pictures of the 3 loin fruits...

Sibling love

Noah's Movember 'stash is coming in nicely..


Pretty baby

awww poor Masyn. I would cry too if my mean uncle Josh gave me a diaper wedgie

Passed out eating chocolate goldfish. The glutton.

xoxo

loinfruit #3

Elin Thalia

( ee-lynn tah-leah)

Yay! She's here! And I don't have to go through that again for a VERY long time.

She surprised us all and made her debut 2 weeks ahead of schedule.

This pregnancy was extremely uncomfortable for me. More so than the other two put together. She carried so incredibly low the whole time I always felt the need to go to the bathroom. like ALWAYS. All my pants, even the low rise ones were right where her the majority of her body was and she was a mover. Holy cow was she ever! She was by far my most active womb baby. I always felt like she was kicking against the waist of my pants and it just felt really weird. I do remember thinking that they just had to be off on my due date because my body literally felt like it was the end. It was sooo ready to be done. However, I was still thinking... heck I've got two weeks left. That's plenty of time to get everything for her and myself together. No problem. Monday was going to be that day. The day I finally got everything I needed and could breath a sigh of relief that I had gotten it done in time. She had other plans.

I was crazy busy that week. I was planning a halloween party for the Activity Day girls in our ward and left everything till the last minute. Luckily I have a super hero for a sister and she came to my rescue with ideas and tips, so it turned out great. I came home from that on Wednesday night exhausted. Spent the next two days recovering and getting some cleaning done, but I wasnt feeling all that caught up. My mom decided to come in on Saturday to help me get some of my laundry finished up (I loathe laundery) which I was so grateful for. Thanks Mom! I went to sleep Friday night, yet again, exhausted. Our midwife had told me that babies will usually come during the night because your body is more relaxed and will allow itself to go into labor. I had gone into labor with Noah and Masyn in the night so I believed her, but I was still worried. I wasn't quite ready mentally to face the pains of labor. I remember going to sleep Friday night and praying, please dont let her come tonight, please dont let her come tonight. Saturday came and while my lovely Mother watched the kids and did my laundry, my girlfriend and I went to get pedicures. The appointment was at noon, we were back by about 1:30 and my first real contraction came at 3:00. They were 2.5 minutes apart and never stopped. I called Carol our midwife at 4:30 just to let her know what was going on. She told me to call back in a half hour if they hadn't stopped. I called her at 5:00 to report that nothing had changed so she headed over to check it out. I was only dilated to a 3 when she arrived but she said she felt it was going to progress so she decided to stick around. I had already called Ed home from work, so I called Janay next and she came around 5:30. Carol wanted to get me moving so we decided to take a walk outside. We didn't make it very far, it was FREEZING out! I did stop and lean against a car during a contraction and then I broke down and cried. I wasn't ready for this. I hadn't prepared, physically, mentally, even emotionally for the near death that my body was about to go through. I found myself wishing that it was my first baby all over again, because then atleast I wouldn't know that even though the pain was enough to make me claw my own eyes out, it was about to get a WHOLE.LOT.WORSE. We came back inside and I walked up and down the stairs instead. Oh, I should have mentioned that we wanted a home birth this time around. hahaha Which explains why we weren't rushing to the hospital. Anyways, it was around this time that we decided that Ed's Mom should come and get the kids because I wanted my Mom to be there. She came to get them around 7 maybe earlier. I wasn't paying attention at that point I was starting to yell during the contractions. In hindsight I was going through transition. That part always sucks. Carol checked me once more and I was a 7. So we filled up the tub and in I hopped. She was born just over and hour later at 8:18pm. From start to finish a total of 5 hours and 18 minutes. A whole 4 minutes longer than Masyn's labor was. She was born super fast, one push for the head, one for the shoulders and out she came. I wish it was as easy as it sounds. But it was much, much worse. My sister in law told me once, that when you feel like you're about to DIE, then you know you're about to have your baby. And I always thought.. wow I wonder what it feels like to be so close to dying. Well, let me tell you. I've 'almost died' three times now and it is unimaginable. I keep chanting to myself, one more time Kevyn, just ONE MORE TIME and then you don't ever have to feel like you're going to die ever again. Well, until I actually DO die. But I'm planning on going in my sleep at a very old age so I am hoping it will be uneventful and painless.

And that's it! That's her story. She was born on October 28th at 8:18pm weighing 7 pounds even and 21 inches long. She has more hair than our other babies did and it's dark. They all start out dark and then get lighter but I have a feeling she is going to stay that way. She is the most hispanic looking out of all three which I think is kind of cool. I hope it stays.

The first night wasn't bad, as usual. But WOW the next 4? ZERO sleep you guys. And I do mean ZERO. I got one, one hour stretch one night and that was it. She had horrible gas pains. I could literally feel and hear them in her poor little body. It would last from about midnight until 7:30 or 8 in the morning. And then she would crash for three hours and so would I. It was a good thing Ed was home. There was no way I would have been able to deal with taking care of the other two kids on no sleep. When Carol came to the house for the 5th day visit, she walked in the bedroom door and I immediately started crying. No sleep will do that to you. It turns you into a crazy, hysterical crybaby. We got some probiotoc drops for her and that night she gave me a three hour stretch and then a 5 hour one! Wow, did that ever feel good. As short lived as it was :) The most I get now is one 3 hour stretch and then its usually every hour after that. But my body is dealing with it surprisingly well. Three kids is not too bad. After two, you're already used to being pulled in different directions at the same time, having to split your time between kids and playing and house duties. It's the hormones and lack of sleep schedule that really get to me. As soon as the darkness hits, which is at 5 these days, I begin to have a panic attack. I hate when my kids aren't on a schedule. I feel so out of control and vulnerable. I like routine and I like predictablity. Two things that a brand new baby is not. :) But oh how I LOVE HER! She is teeny and dark and she is the gruntiest baby I have ever heard! Noah calls her Squeaker McSqueakerson. We don't really hear her cry. She'll just grunt over and over again and then if you leave her too long she'll let out a really loud yell to let you know she means business. It's to die for. She hates to be swaddled in any way. She loves sleeping on her back and I am so worried she is going to have a flat head because she likes to sleep with it tipped to the right. Whenever I switch it to the left she just flips it right back. Don't know what I'm going to do about that yet.

Noah and Masyn are so in love with her. At first I was afraid that Masyn would love her to death, but she's alot better now. Just have to remind her to be gentle sometimes. She has felt my pull towards the baby a few times and she lets me know by being extra whiney and clingy throughout the day. Always wanting me to carry her and snuggle. I have to remember to make time for her and be extra sensitive with her needs. I think we will need to start having one on one time with each of the bigger kids here pretty soon.

* I wrote this post about a week after she was born and then tucked it away in my saved folder. Now she is 3 1/2 weeks old! Where does the time go?? I blame it on the lack of sleep. I am like a zombie. Survival mode has kicked in and I don't pay attention to too much else other than the immediate needs of my little family. At her two week appointment she weighed 8lbs 6oz. Little chunk! Love her. I was told by the midwives that she can stand to go a little longer in between feedings at night since she was clearly not starving. So I made my way to my Moms house last weekend and she took the baby for the night and tried to hold her off longer than every two hours and brought her to me when she needed to eat, which was around the 4 hour mark. (Seriously, what would I do without my Mom?) After that night she has seemed to work things out and its been 4 nights with one 4 hour stretch each. It's fabulous. I feel like we're settling into a routine. I'm coming out of my haze and WOW It's nearly Christmas!! I have no idea how I am going to get all my shopping done with 3 small kids, but I'm sure it will work out.

Her blessing is scheduled for the 4th of December and I SO hope her dress gets here in time! I am cutting it REALLY close this time. We were not 100% sure about her being a girl so I wanted to hold off until she was born to buy it, but then she came and life was chaos so it got pushed back a bit. Hopefully not too much!

Anyways, life is good, we are good. Three kids is hard to adjust to, but we were expecting that. Most of all we are just incredibly grateful for our beautiful new addition to our family. I'm looking forward to getting to know her and watch her develop her personality as she grows.

xoxo

finally...

I want to update you all on our fabulous life. I really do. I feel super guilty every time I blog stalk, which is too often to admit, and I see my big empty blog just sitting there collecting dust. I like a good post with a healthy dose of pictures to go along. I HAVE a lot of pictures to share. Our kids are growing up and well, adorable to look at. The only problem is my camera cord. It is MIA. And has been since the move. I thought about going to the basement in search of it one day, but then I saw a super human sized spider down there and that is where it stayed. Just a thought. Ed mentioned that he thinks we may have lost it. So yay, new camera for me! When you ask? When we can afford it probably. Who knows when that will be. I have so many things that I want to get for this baby still. Priorities you know.

So I do apologize for no pictures. You'll have to use your imaginations for this post!

Hmmm, where to begin? Probably where I left off. We moved out of our apartment and into Strathmore sometime around.. umm May? It was just a summer move but we ended up staying there until December. Not for a lack of trying mind you. We went house hunting in September and there just wasn't anything out there for rent. It was getting super stressful. Then opportunities opened up for us and we moved into our new house in Skyview Ranch. It was the complete opposite direction of where we were looking and at first I was a little nervous of moving so far away from everything. It's true what they say, you really do get used to it. I love it. Except for the constant construction. We still have several houses on our street that are empty lots or houses in the process of being built so it's super dusty and full of big tractors and trucks. The kids love it though. There is always something to watch outside. We were all super excited to get our grass in our front yard so we could actually go out and play. Our afternoons are filled with freezies, riding bikes and of course the kiddie pool. It's my favorite time of the day. We get Masyn up from her nap and I plop my very pregnant self on the steps and watch my babies run and get good and dirty for a few hours. That is what being a kid is all about right? I sit there and think about how this wouldn't have been possible at our apartment and I am so grateful for how things worked out so our kids could have this opportunity. They sure love it. We've been slowly making our house a home and only just a few weeks ago, finally put up pictures and such. What a difference that makes. At first I felt clausterphopic. hahahaha Like the walls were so much closer together. Obviously that went away quickly but I'm having fun thinking of new idea's to put into each room.

It's not something I like to think about for too long, but really can't avoid it much these days. But I just keep getting bigger and bigger!. After 2 pregnancies you would think I would be used to it by now, but I'm not. This one has really thrown me off. First of all it was a huge shock when we found out. (Well it shouldn't be really! Pretty sure we know how the process works by now) but you know what I mean.... right?? :) It was super weird. I remember feeling really nervous and anxious. Like I was a teenager and had to tell my parents that my boyfriend had just gotten me pregnant. After getting over that, the sickness began. Oh how the sickness began! Worst one yet. Started sooner than the others and it came with a vengeance. I have never thrown up so much in my entire life. I would lay in my bed with tears running down my face wishing for an end. An end to my life or the sickness I can't be sure. Sometimes the line was a bit blurry. Finally after what seemed like literally forever I was able to function with less and less medication and I could get out of bed and be a Mom again. I avoided getting bed sores but narrowly let me tell you. Some days my hips would just throb from laying on them for long periods of time. I remember thinking that if I could just get through the sick feelings I could handle the rest of what this pregnancy had to offer. Pffft. Ya right. Now I KNOW I'm out of shape. But did anyone else start to feel their bodies almost deteriorating with each passing pregnancy?? Or am I just crazy? Keep it to yourself if you think I am. But really, my body is not what it used to be. I feel every sore muscle ( And there is a lot!) with this baby. I am more tired than I remember being (probably because of my other two children.) I'm not sure if I am carrying really low, but it is getting extremely difficult to bend over and pick things up off the floor. Most times I don't even bother. That's what my 3 year old is for right?? hahaha He's a good helper and I love him to pieces. The other day Noah was having his quiet time while Masey was sleeping and I was resting on the couch when it hit me. In a few short months I am going to have to go through labor. AGAIN. Whoa. I called Ed and gave him an ear full, something along the lines of...'WHAT were we THINKING?!" I will keep his response to myself, but I bet you can fill in the blank pretty easily. Sigh. I am getting excited to have a baby around though so I will keep my focus on that and move forward.

Noah. My little boy. No scratch that. My BIG boy. He is almost four. FOUR! That seems to old for me. Two I could handle, Three was still cute and tiny, But FOUR? His personality is really starting to develop and I can already see glimpses of him as a grown man. I just wish I could slow the process down a bit. I love his imagination and his stories. Oh how he loves to tell you stories! Mostly about dinosaurs and tractors. But then he'll throw in a ballerina something or other and I will just shake my head and laugh. He needs more boy cousins and friends around! He loves his sister and no one can comfort her like he does. When she gets a little talking to from me during the day, her sensitive nature kicks in and she starts to cry and runs straight for him. He'll wrap his little arms around her neck and say things like "Ssshhhh Momma, it's okay. I'm right here." and then he puts on his best high pitched baby-talk voice and says "Do you want your blanket? Ya? Awww good girl, here you go Mase." She eats it up. Let me tell you. It makes my heart melt. :) He loves to sing and is thriving in Primary. Something I never thought he would do since he hated every second of nursery until the time he moved up. When we moved into this new ward (Which we LOVE by the way) his teachers have done so well with him. They are both quiet and calm and very comforting to him. They probably don't even know how much they did for our little boy by just being themselves. We are so grateful. He is becoming the best big helper around the house and even though his listening skills get sketchy every now and then, we are working on it and he is definitely improving. He is excited about having another baby around and is always coming up with new names for her. He is so joyous to have around and we love him more everyday.

Masyn...ahhhh where to start? This little princes knows that is exactly what she is. She is feisty and strong willed and oh so independent. She wants to do everything her brother does. And I do mean everything. Right down to peeing in the potty. She has a hard time giving him privacy because, well when he goes she feels like she needs to as well. naturally. :) She has cute curly hair that is finally long enough to go into pigtails. I am dreaming up all the fun hairstyles I'll get to do one day, She has the best manners. She'll fight me to the death as I'm getting her pigtails in her hair in the morning but as soon as I'm done she turns to me and says "thank you Mommy" and then takes off. She of course likes tractors and dinosaurs and dirt like Noah but she also likes pretty dresses, loves shoes and can't get enough of babies. Real life ones and dolls. I'd say she's well rounded. Everyone comments on how well she talks and communicates her needs to us. She can have a screaming fit like the best of them but once she realizes I'm not giving in, she lets it go really fast. Ed and I will check on her every night before we head for bed and I swear she is just sitting up waiting for us. So we take her into our bed for about 10 minutes and she loves it. Sometimes she snuggles, other times she's really goofy and always she's ticklish. You can't make her laugh during the day like you can at midnight. It's so precious. We get our alone time with her in the night, and we get ours with Noah in the morning usually an hour or so before she wakes up. I am so in love with my family!

And last but certainly not least, there is Ed. He provides for us, he supports us, he loves us, he plays with us, he guides us. What would we do without him? When anyone asks where her Dad is, Masyn replies 'working hard' And that is exactly right. He works hard for us every day and when he comes home he plays hard too. We all get excited when we know he's coming home early so we can spend some rare, extra time with him. He is excited about our newest addition coming in a few months. He can hardly wait for those 'firsts' all over again. He is so excited he has told me all I have to do is nurse the baby in the middle of the night and then hand her to him and he will put her back to sleep to make it easier on me. I love this man. And no, not just because of that. I love the time that we spend together. He makes me laugh more than anyone I know. He knows everything about me. What a freeing feeling that is! We get excited when something comes up that we never knew about one another because it's so rare! We've been together for 7 years this December. Married for 5 of those years. I think back to our wedding day and wonder how we ever thought we knew what love was. hahaha What I thought love was back then, doesn't even compare to what I know it is now. We've been through a lot. Which is always the case when you choose to spend your life with someone. I love him more than I even knew I could. Thank you for being my best friend Babe. You are my everything!

Thanks for stopping by guys :) I'll try my best to stay updated.

remember me?

As usual, I have much to say. It's been what? 8 months since an update? Well yes, I have good reasons. Promise.

We've been busy since May. It was a crazy, interesting, growing, exhausting, lovely summer. More details soon I'm sure. Stay tuned. Our Christmas was wonderful. Had lots of fun with both families. Noah was really into it this year and that made it more exciting for us and of course it was Masyn's first which is always fun to watch. By far our largest gift this year was our new house. We moved in shortly before Christmas and between the holidays, a new school semester and Masyn's first birthday later this week, we're just finally starting to feel settled.

I always love the feeling of a New Year. I've been hearing a lot of people say that 2010 was a trying year for them. I would have to agree for our little family. It was rough and we're looking forward to a promising 2011. We have many goals and positive changes to look forward to.


I thought you might like to see a picture of my babies since you have probably forgotten what they look like by now. Masey is practically a lady now and Noah? Well he tells me that he can start growing 'down' so he will be my baby again.

more like her

She is truly an inspiring woman.

This message made me cry and was just what my heart needed this morning.

our newest family member

After much consideration and thoughtful input from one short and cute male member of our family we decided to name him Ray. Lucky thing too... If Noah really had his way, we would be calling this fish "Daddy's Car" or my personal favorite "Ouch" All wonderful names no?

I heart this kid.

i consider this to be

a small miracle.

This little monkey,



will finally take one of these:



I know I know. It's just one more thing I will have to wean her off of, but I don't plan to bottle feed so I feel like I'm already ahead of the game. Oh snap.

It has only been a few days, but she is taking it like a pro. This brings be such a sense of relief. And freedom. Before, I was her preferred 'soother'. Ya, let me tell you that was a lot of fun.


p.s. Yes those are stickers on her face. Courtesy of her loving brother Noah.

Goodnight all.