Tags: catherine middleton, prince william, royal wedding
Happy royal wedding day!
Laura and I and our girls are watching together this morning, eating sweet treats and pretending to be princesses. Some of us fit into the tutus better than others.
Are you celebrating? How?
Tags: capture the everyday, photo challenge, playroom
Say hi to our playroom. It’s actually my favorite room in the house. But Small Fry totally digs it too.
This space used to be pointless. We had a dining room table but no chairs. And a ridiculous multi-tiered brass chandelier. Dust was the only thing gathering there.
Until we had a kid. And needed somewhere to put all those toys.
I’ve had so much fun filling this space with happiness. We inherited the shelves from my folks, and sitting on top of one of them is my all-time favorite photo of Small Fry, Marc and me. The drawer unit, rug, easel and kiddie table and chairs are all from IKEA. So is Mr. Hippo, who hangs out under the easel.
And, just for kicks, I thought I’d show you Small Fry’s LEAST favorite room in the house. Where her nemesis lurks, waiting. And waiting and waiting.
What are your kids’ favorite spaces? How about yours?
Tags: new motherhood, newborn baby, pregnancy, try
I took a darkroom photography class a few years ago, before becoming a mother, and I had an awesome teacher. Inked on her forearm was the word try. With a period. Which I think adds loads of meaning.
It was a dark time in my life, and being in the dark (ha) was a wonderful escape. To this day, I can’t get over how those images just appeared on the paper underneath their chemical bath. So beautiful.
And I’ve never stopped thinking about “try.”
Because “try.” will be the one thing I know with absolute certainty that I’ll do once this baby arrives.
Those are just three of the multitude of unknowns for me right now.
My life is about to turn upside-down again.
But I will try. Period.
Tags: baby clothes, Etsy, handmade clothes, kids' clothes, mountain aven baby
Confession: I’ve been doing a little shopping.
Because, you know, the baby needs stuff. Like diapers and wipes and butt cream. But also? Cute clothes.
Not knowing the baby’s sex has really kept the ol’ pocketbook in check, though. I think this was Marc’s real reason for wanting to be surprised. Keep the wife from going gonzo.
But I have my ways. And while most of our baby dollars have gone toward stocking the nursery with essentials, I’ve managed to squeeze in a few fun purchases. Like at the Zutano sale on Zulily yesterday. Yikes.
I haven’t splurged much yet on Etsy, but once I know whether this wee one is a boy or a girl, shops like mountain aven baby had better watch out!
Isn’t this stuff adorable?
Chenille-backed bibs, rad tees, dresses, play sets … and oh, those twirl skirts! Baby, if you’re a boy, you might just end up in one of those anyway. Mommy is sorry.
Tags: big sister, new baby, party, toddler
To make Small Fry feel extra-special and help soften the blow of soon having to share the spotlight, my mom and sister threw her a lovely big sister party.
That morning, she shunned Mommy’s skirt and dress suggestions and opted instead — fittingly — for her Wonder Woman t-shirt and rainbow striped pants. Perfect.
Laura and Mom really pulled out all the stops: a craft table where Small Fry painted a onesie for baby brother or sister, a Dora edible fruit arrangement, chick- and bunny-shaped finger sandwiches, CUPCAKES, presents.
Such a special little event. And so filled with love.
Hooray for big sister!
Tags: Cheetos, Easter, Easter egg hunt, toddler
Cheeks full of cheetos, freshly painted nails and a whole afternoon with her favorite people.
Small Fry’s Easter was wonderful.
Hope yours was too!
Tags: aquarium, babymoon, beach, vacation
I took 294 pictures of our beach getaway last weekend. It was that awesome.
Just the three of us.
And a gnarly shark who made a beeline for Small Fry from his side of the glass. Also spotted: the belly as a flotation device.
Here are my favorite shots. All 288 of them.
HA. I kid!
Tags: Motherhood, toddler
(This post was written by my sister Laura, who authors this lovely blog).
Every night as I rock O to sleep I sing to her, “You Are My Sunshine.”
As I was doing our usual routine last night, song included, I thought about the words…at least the ones I know (i.e. the chorus)…and how they’re so fitting for where O’s at these days.
Last night at dinner, she didn’t feel like eating, or didn’t want what we were serving, or whatever else was going on in her head, so she threw her fork at me. This was after she turned over Sandwich’s water bowl for the umpteenth time and then sang a chorus of “no’s” before I could. This morning, when she woke up, I went to give her my customary kiss and got her hand to my mouth and a high-pitched “no.” Yesterday she sat on my lap, as she loves to do, but this time I wasn’t allowed to touch her with my arms or hands…I was merely her La-Z-Boy.
It’s hard to have patience. It’s hard to not take it personally. It’s hard not to put her out on the front stoop as I do with Sandwich when he’s clawing the couch.
I don’t really feel like talking much else about it because I know what it is and I know how important it is for her to be here, developing her independence and testing the waters, but it still stinks.
So, to O, as she gets ready for another day, I quietly say,
“You are my sunshine.
My only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are gray.
You’ll never know dear how much I love you.
So please don’t take my sunshine away.”
Tags: 36 weeks, pregnancy, pregnant, third trimester
You guys. We’re in the home stretch.
I say “we” because I feel like you all are walking right alongside me in this journey. You’ve tolerated endless stories of how sick I’ve been since the moment I saw the plus sign on the stick. You’ve encouraged me through self-doubt posts. And cheered along with me in my “I can beat PPD again” posts.
Thank you for all of your support and kindness. And thanks for sticking around.
I’m technically full-term in just a few days. HOLY CRAP.
Besides a delightful stomach bug that leveled me, I’ve felt nothing different than the status quo of the past 36 weeks: queasy, dizzy, craving fried chicken. At last check, my cervix is thinning but has not started to dilate. For that information, you’re welcome.
And my brain? Is so full of stuff swimming around in every which direction I can hardly see straight. Thoughts of naming my child and vacuuming my house keep me up at night. Every night.
So (lucky you) it’s confession time. Because if I can’t blog about it, I might just explode.
Here they are:
– I packed my hospital bag. Just in case.
– I cried nonstop during an entire hour of Oprah.
– I’m starting to feel guilty over taking away Small Fry’s “only” status. Is she going to pull away from me? Hate me?
– Also, I’m going to miss our little threesome.
– How is it possible to love another child as much as I love Small Fry? I can’t wrap my brain around this one. But I’m confident that my heart will expand and surprise me.
– The nursery is still a pile of boxes and bags awaiting the yard sale. But there are diapers, clean clothes and a place for baby to sleep. So it’ll be okay. Tell me it’ll be okay.
– I’m sooooooo DONE with feeling sick.
– I can’t get enough fruit and orange juice and popsicles. Anything ice-cold, really.
– I had my first baby dream: it was a BOY with blonde hair and pink eyes. Weird.
– I can only sleep on my left side.
– I can’t remember the last time I shaved my legs. (Sorry, Marc.)
– I’m afraid of labor. I’ve done this before, but dang, it sure did hurt.
– But I’m also more excited than I ever imagined I’d feel.
– I cannot wait to meet this baby.
Tags: toddler, video, youtube
Here it is! Finally. The Small Fry video interview.
Thanks to all of you who sent us questions. She certainly was intrigued by all of our “friends in the computer” who wanted to get to know her.
We had such fun making this little video. It’s inspired me to make a new one every year, to mark each age. What a fun way to document her interests … as well as her sweet voice, mannerisms and all of the other good stuff that doesn’t come through in still photos.
A bit of a warning: the video is about 13 minutes long. We just had to squeeze in a Beyonce dance party and play room tour. And also, I don’t know how to edit these videos. Yet.
So grab a snack and enjoy!