Father’s Day (Part 1) & Hurrcuts
Before I dive into the intricacies of infant haircuts (I bet a ton of people just clicked on to bigger and brighter things): 1. My spiritual gift is not giving awesome presents. That said, I gave Taylor an awesome present yesterday: So cheap, so cute. The letters were like $3 each at Michaels. Or maybe Hobby Lobby. Or possibly Jo-Anns. For sure one of those crafty places. We had a mini photoshoot in the front yard this morning, I printed the pictures, framed them together, and presented it immediately to Taylor. There was no way I could wait until Sunday to give it to him. 2. Have you seen this…
Misunderstandings & 7 Big Ones
Gather ’round, everyone. Let me tell you a story. Actually it’s not a story as much as a reflection on past decisions. It was a beautiful January day. The sun was peeking out through the winter clou…anyway, I decided to schedule a flight to Kansas that takes off an hour past my kid’s bedtime. What was the logic behind that? Nothing about that plan is a good idea. Brainy, the creepy wheezer. To make things more interesting, Beckett has croup and an ear infection. Did you ever watch Hey Arnold? He sounds like the mouth-breather who was always creeping over Helga’s shoulder. Aside from the miles and miles of boogers…
A letter for Beckett
Hi, Beckett boy. Guess what? You’re 6 months old! 6 big ones. How does that even happen? It seems like yesterday I was meeting you and your chipmunk cheeks for the first time, but at the same time it kind of seems like you’ve been around forever. You have gotten so big! It blows my mind how much you’ve changed in the past several months. You went from a sweet, little, limp nugget to a big, strong, active boy! You’re so smart and curious – always scoping out the world at large. You’re currently hanging out at the top of the charts in height, which is awesome and all, but…
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…
Outtakes
A few outtakes for your Thursday giggles. Delivery Room Just one of those precious moments, waiting to meet my son. And another. Just a special, special time. Note the sweet scene happening with my husband and his parents, then note that I am scarfing down a hoagie or something in the background. Beckett (gone squishy) Even though we have the world’s cutest baby, he has been known to take a few bad pictures. There are entirely too many chins and lips going on. This will be shown on his wedding day. This one, too. Christmas card fail. First off, Beckett’s hat is entirely too small. And then there’s…
Giant Feet, Micah 6:8, & The "C" Word
This might be an overly serious post. If you remember the lists of things I’m good and bad at, you’ll remember that I handle hard times/stress/problems with humor. It’s a blessing because laughter makes {most} everything better, and a curse on that rare occasion you bust out laughing at a funeral. About the funeral – it’s only happened once. In Memphis. At a very lively, southern funeral. I would feel terrible for laughing, but it was due to the lady behind me answering her phone in the middle of the service saying (in her best Bon Qui Qui voice), “Helllo? Helllo? Giiiirrrrlll I can’t herrr you. I’m at a furrrnrel.…
Baby Blame, Hugs, & MK
Baby Blame One benefit to having a child that I didn’t foresee is the ability to blame everything on them. I must confess that Beckett has already been my scapegoat several times in his short 7 1/2 weeks of life. Babies get parents out of: social gatherings: “I really wish we could stay for your Gilligan’s Island themed barbeque, but the baby can’t really be around that many people yet. Germs. Scary stuff.” daily hygiene: “Why yes, these are the same leggings. They’re on day 15 and still going strong!” accidental or intentional flatulence: “Poor baby just has so much gas…” favors: “Helping you address all…
Noteworthies & Cat Fights
We’ve had some excitement this week. Stay a while and read about it. I dare you. Noteworthies Hank and Beckett’s forced friendship and accompanying photo shoot with matching outfits. I’m already an embarrassing parent but luckily Beckett can’t tell yet. (Hank is 3 1/2 months older than Beckett. Apparently our “nugget” is more like a tender. ) First church service with Baby. Much more emotional than expected. Post to follow. Maybe. Don’t hold me to it. News of Beckett’s first cousin. Our favorite Chilean missionaries/Taylor’s sister and brother-in-law, Wes and Ellen, are expecting their own nugget to be debuted May 2012. SO excited! JoJo’s visit (coming soon. Tomorrow to be…
A letter for Beckett
Hi, baby. Mom here. Guess what? You’re one month old today! I made you a onesie to commemorate this occasion. This month has been an incredibly exciting, emotional whirlwind. One month ago today, we got to look into your sweet eyes for the first time (when they were open…you sleep a whole lot). I still have no idea what I’m doing or how to be a parent to you, but I can’t imagine life without you. We are so proud of you, Beckett, and we still don’t fully know you. I dream about your first words, your first steps, your first day of school…all the way until you graduate with…
