Reflux Sux
I love this picture of the Hutt man. I love it because It’s one of a few pictures we have where he’s almost smiling. Why doesn’t he smile a lot, you ask? Because reflux and RSV and whatever viral complication from RSV he currently has. This is how he’s looked for about 70% of his life so far. It’s really sad, I know. Between normal reflux and exacerbated reflux from the 2 viruses (thank you, kids at Beckett’s preschool), his 9 week existence on planet earth has been a rough one so far. He eats, he spits up by the bucketful, he cries. Repeat. Sometimes he naps restlessly in-between. A…
On being a Stay-at-Home Mom
I go to brush my teeth this morning and have to move fake celery out of the sink first. I would’ve moved the cars, but they and their toddler driver shower with me 9 out of 10 mornings anyway, so I just scoot them aside for later. After showering, I walk into the living room. We’ve been awake for 30 seconds and it is already covered in miscellaneous toys. I turn on Daniel Tiger so I can make breakfast. You can’t even tell what’s happening on the screen because of the greasy hand prints everywhere. Unbeknownst to my 2 year old, the television is not touchscreen. It’s 7:15am. Too early…
The Boys’ New Digs: Transportation & Giraffes
We’ve been occupying our new house for 1 month now. And before any of you make that really cute statement about “Ohhh welcome to home ownership…” followed by a wink, save your breath. We’ve already had an appliance repair man fix our dryer for a small fee of a few hundred dollars. Ridic. Transportation One of the first rooms I wanted to have completely ready in the new house was the B man’s. Hutton won’t know the difference between sleeping in a laundry basket in the closet vs. sleeping in a fully-furnished nursery, so I wasn’t *quite* as concerned about getting his room done. We at the Brooks household have…
Showering Hut with Brunches & 7th Graders
Pregnancy, week 37: A man tried to start a conversation with me recently with, “My daughter has the same thing you do.” (“Thing”, I think, being the miracle of life growing within my womb. I believe this is commonly referred to as “pregnancy”.) Another lady let me skip ahead of everyone in a bathroom. She said, “The handicap stall is open. You can use that one because of your handicap.” And then the old man at church who looked at my belly and said, “How are those twins doin?!” So. Don’t ask me how I’m feeling, but rather ask me if I need help dumping any bodies. Brunch Style A…
Another BOY!
[Quick note: if you recently subscribed to email alerts for this blog and are really only interested in social media posts (not posts with pictures of the cutest toddler boy ever), head here to subscribe for those. Thanks for stopping by!] She had a name. She would be Finley Hope, and she would be perfect. She’d be the perfect amount girly without being swallowed alive by ruffles or wearing headbands 3x the size of her face. (It’s how we do in Texas.) So when the sonographer informed me she was actually a he, I was shocked. Absolutely shocked. I tried to argue, but…peenie. Can’t argue with the evidence. Several months…
It’s the Little Things
…like having shoulders for your saggy cheeks to rest on. …having an multipurpose ottoman: a place to rest weary feet, storage for an unnecessary amount of blankets, and a container for the fun-sized member of the family. …realizing your husband has created impenetrable pillow barrier to confine your now-mobile child. …telling your color-challenged spouse that the couches he has seen every day for decades are not brown, but red and green plaid. …being glad an entire mug of coffee spilled in your car, forcing a much needed deep clean. …wiping rice cereal from your eyebrows, complements of a baby sneeze mid-bite. …pushing an empty stroller the last mile of a…
Facial Mask, Solids, & Movin’
Hey. Tomorrow is a Serious Tuesday post, so come back. It’s a good one if you ask me (the author). Facial Masks Why, yes, my pores are extra clean. Thanks for noticing. You may wonder what mask I used to create such a youthful appearance. Let me just tell you… I was watching my favorite daytime talk show the other day (judge me if you must) where a beauty expert was sharing do-it-yourself home beauty tips. One such tip was to apply glue (Elmer’s or the equivalent) to your face, let it dry, peel it off, and voila! perfectly clean pores. Since I had a few minutes to myself with…
Southwest, Baby Socks, & Photoshoots
Ahh, Christmas. You were good to us this year. It’s too bad you didn’t stay around for very long. Some noteworthiness first:1. It’s my anniversary. I can honestly say I didn’t know the depth of Taylor’s greatness when I married him (that sounds weird), but the past 3 years have made me incredibly grateful for my best friend/husband/dad of B. So a happy big one to us.2. Beckett is having a BOY COUSIN! We’re very excited. (You can follow Taylor’s sister and brother-in-law’s missions in Chile, as well as read up on the babe when he debuts here.) Continuing on. We spent Christmas Eve with Taylor’s family and Christmas day…
Planes, Trains, & Automobiles
A post dedicated to the survival of mom and baby’s trek across America. Planes Last week, Beckett and I were shipped to Kansas while Taylor was at a work conference in San Diego. Side note: the hotel he stayed at was listed on a website for top 8 “sexiest hotel bathrooms”. Did I mention it was an accounting conference? I would expect accountants to pick a Thrifty Inn or something. Guess not. I’m not gonna lie – I was stressing out about this plane ride the entire week leading up to it. What if Beckett screams the whole flight and everyone on the plane keeps glaring daggers at us? What…
Cry Rooms, Baybeeees, & Mosaics
I’m done making disclaimers about how random these posts are. Just know ahead of time that you will always get a hodge podge on this blog. If you’re totally over the baby thing, skip to “Mosaics“. You do not want to miss a very motivational video. Carry on… Cry Rooms My least favorite part of church these days: the dreaded “cry room”. First off, you do a walk of shame to get there. The walk where you try to muffle (without suffocating) the cries of your beloved child while walking past 89 pews of onlookers. Once you actually get to the cry room, your eyes have to adjust to the…
