…more like how do YOU doin’ (it)?!
When my 7 week old was screaming the other night – you know, during the “purple cry” hours of 6-8pm – I muttered some, “Oh hush up, you’re fine.” before opening Photo Booth on my computer. Because if you’re going to have an inconsolable child, might as well find a way to entertain yourself to pass the time. This is what happens with a third newborn. Had this been my first newborn, I would have been reciting the 5 Happiest Baby on the Block s’s while silently weeping, wondering where I went wrong and how to get a baby diagnosed with colic (whatever that is). Since it isn’t my first newborn, I felt great about…
Current Obsessions
I’m in a fragile state of life where I’m afraid to try anything new for fear it will become an obsession. Pregnancy does this to you. My friend served coconut pie at a dinner 27 days ago and I’ve thought about it every day since. Another friend told me about this Thai place by my house (a genre of food I’d never tried nor desired to). Long story short, I’ve eaten Pad Thai from the same place for 8 different meals this week. I suffer from addictive pregnancy personality disorder. So, this April, here are my current obsessions. Hopefully some will stick around (like the car), others might be seasonal (looking at you,…
“Don’t slap your face with the bread.”
“I’m not gonna lie…your belly button creeps me out.” – my brother. Just one of the special moments we shared over Thanksgiving. Parent instructions. No amount of parenting books can prepare you for the random battles you’ll face with a young child. Like the yellow train needing to go before the red train. No, not THAT yellow train, the OTHER yellow one that looks identical to the one you just held up. {insert hysteria} You also have to say a lot of things out loud that you never imagined needing to specify. Like when we had to say, “Don’t slap your face with the bread.” out loud at dinner a few…
Toddler Beds: the worst things on earth.
Day 1: Well, Beckett finally made the big transition. He started climbing out of his crib, so we moved him into a big boy bed. (!!!!!!) Our little punkin is just growing right on up. On Saturday, we talked about big boy beds, looked at options, and finally bought one from Target. The guardrails seem a little short, but it’ll be fine. I’m just excited to move him. We made taking down the crib and putting up the bed a family affair. Taylor told Beck this box (that contained his new bed) was his new bed. He was abnormally excited. We put together the real bed and he was even…
Being a Momma
Dinner was on the stove last night – some sort of summer squash/bell pepper/onion medley that was seriously looking rough. I went to mask the vegetable flavor with some shredded cheese and – we were out. Since my husband has the gag reflex of a 4 year old when he eats veggies, there’s no way this thing would be edible without being smothered in cheesy goodness. I scooped Beckett up, loaded him in the car, and pulled into the Albertson’s parking lot .25 miles away. What is the difference between boys and girls? A boy, even a 15 month old, knows that Albertson’s is the store that has the carts…
Cabbage, Creeper Bathrooms, & Surprising Nerds
Cabbage It was a little hard to pay attention during library story time today, because I was a little afraid that the fresh produce I stuck in my bra was sticking out of my shirt. That’d be an awkward explanation to have with the person sitting next to me – the person who happened to be my male next door neighbor. I’ve been weaning Beckett over the past few weeks, now that he is at the magical age where he can drink cow’s milk. Let the record show that he was exclusively breastfed (no formula or milk) for the first year of his life. Where do I pick up my…
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…
Owls, Blowouts, & Momisms
My baby will be 4 weeks old tomorrow. How does this happen? This week has been a big one for us. We had our first night out as a family, and I had my first major outing with the babe by myself. This is us at Niki’s Italian Bistro, a classy establishment by our house. By classy I mean it’s in a strip mall, but it has shockingly good food. Beckett slept the whole time, waking only for a few minutes to eat from a BOTTLE! Revolutionary. Momma was reacquainted with her old friend, Mr. Chianti. Perfect first dinner out. Owls We’ve only been out a handful of times, but…
