I’ll Have the “Lloyd Christmas”, Please
“At the very end of Taylor’s haircut, the stylist put her glasses on.” My tweet from 4 years ago, according to Timehop. Hilarious that a visually impaired person would cut hair without her visual aids. Even more hilarious is how appropriately timed that throwback tweet was in light of recent events. Both boys started preschool this week, so we ventured out yesterday afternoon for some grooming. It’s basically a rule that first-day-of-school pictures feature a fresh haircut. Or something. I took them to a hair salon for kids that we’ve been to before because, while the haircuts are kinda steep ($15 + tip), they do a decent job and are usually able to get…
On 18 Months of Yumminess
My favorite chunky punkin is 1.5 years old TODAY. No one in our house can remember life without him, nor do we care to try. He is the funniest, hungriest, most coordinated bundle of steel around. He constantly makes people smile – young, old, strangers, friends. Maybe it’s his smirk. Maybe it’s his beach bod. Either way, he is the epitome of happiness. In just a few short weeks, this booger will be a middle child – a fact that makes my eyes spontaneously moist – so his one.point.five. baby years need to be celebrated. I can’t even begin to list all the things about him that bring us joy,…
Attack of the Giant Baby and his Threenager Sidekick
We’ve had a crazy busy past few weeks with Hutton’s birthday, the mister’s busy season (February is prime corndog season, if you didn’t know), a solo trip to Nashville to hang with some awesome college kids, some first trimester bleh-ness, and, of course, the mid-season return of Suits. Love me some Mike. And Harvey. Marvey? Moving on. Remember when I used to write letters to Beckett on big milestones? Poor Hutton. I have yet to do that. I do, however, find time to make this series of slow motion videos entitled, “ATTACK OF THE GIANT BABY”. A video posted by Sarah Brooks (@sarahbrooks13) on Feb 17, 2015 at 8:05am PST Surely he’ll appreciate those…
Oversized Baby Discrimination
It’s no secret – I am the proud mama of a chunky baby boy. And by chunky I mean giant. He’s just a giant ball of love. It’s part of his charm. The dude is irresistable. (I would insert comment here about gobbling him up, but the fact that 3 separate people sent me Buzzfeed’s “There’s Actually a Scientific Reason You Sometimes Want to Eat Your Baby” article last week tells me I should steer away from future cannibalistic statements.) So, as the proud mama of a chunky baby boy, a sad reality has come to my attention. Something that needs addressing ASAP. The world, as we know it, is not designed for oversized babies. …
The Journey of Postpartum Baldness
Getting my annual haircut a few weeks ago, my hairdresser Shelby inquired about my rather unique hairline. She pointed to a patch of baby hairs and said, “What’s the deal with these?” I paused, unsure how to proceed. How much to tell her. I took a deep breath, and started in with my story. “Settle in, Shelbs. I’m going to take you on a journey that started 9 months ago, after the birth of my sweet baby. It’s a story full of difficulty. Of injustice. Of perseverance. It’s a story of….postpartum hair loss.” I didn’t realize I was a victim for quite some time. My newborn was projectile vomiting, my toddler was…
Sock Bandit & Costume Roundup
The face of a little boy that tried to eat a snail*. And a wood chip. And an acorn. And smashed bug guts. The great outdoors are fun, aren’t they? (*picture taken by the mom who actually debated for a few seconds between messing up freshly painted nails or digging the snail out. #boymompropz) Sock Bandit When Beckett was about a year old, he developed a love affair with the Swiffer. Like, would whine and cry to play with it at play dates, instead of the thousands of mom-tested, kid-approved toys in front of him. Hutton is following suit. Not with a Swiffer, but something equally as awkward: socks. All shapes and…
Sexy Eyebrows & Pumpkin Patch Portraits
What in the heck is up with Halloween these days? The boys and I went on a walk around the neighborhood the other day and came up to a house with a bloody corpse hanging from a noose on their tree. Like….really? Really really? “Mommy, what’s that?” “That, buddy, is poor judgment.” And costumes these days?? That’s a joke, right? In my extensive Google search for “Halloween costumes for chubby babies” (true story), I came across the following real-life, available-for-purchase costumes: Sexy Olaf Sexy Marshmallow Man Sexy Garbage Truck Driver Are we that desperate to show off our ta-tas, American women? PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, PEOPLE. You’re ruining costumes for everyone. This has…
Nekked Cheerio Hoarders
When Taylor got home from work he found a post-it note saying, “ARM YOURSELF” with a can of silly string underneath. A war ensued. It was the second best decision made in our house this week – the other being the unnecessary 8oz of cream cheese we added to a white chicken chile recipe. Uhyesplease. The Art of Nakedness It doesn’t matter these days how many clothes I put on my 3 year old boy or how difficult said clothes are to take on/off. It doesn’t matter if they come with 14 buttons or none. Zippers or elastic. At some point during our day (usually at several points) I find…
for real tho…life as of late
It’s been a while since I’ve just documented life as of late which, coincidentally, is what the title of this blog is. And I have a hankering to write words without having to think too hard about them, so howsabout a little update post for my own sake. Like an update on Beckett. He’s 3 and really good at being 3. He is a little tootface that makes me laugh on a minutely basis. Have you seen that little chunky kid who says “apppparennttllyyyy” a lot? That’s Beck with the words “actually” and “seriously”. It’s amazing. He’s potty trained for the most part, and he’s really good at entering a…
Dung Beetles & Canine Lasers
Last Saturday was a family day full of projects and errands. Midway through our excursions, we stopped in at King Wok for some lunch. (Not to be confused with King Wok II, also by our house. Just regular King Wok.) The mister and I are big fans of good Chinese food which, unfortunately, King Wok is not. It’s quite terrible, in fact. Very…gelatinous. We finished eating and started packing up to head to our next stop. I picked up the babe to change his diaper and my hands touched a wet bum. Never a good sign. I checked his back out and – sure enough – poosplosion. Honestly…my kids never…
