
Friday, June 24
not too shabby

Thursday, June 23
Embrace the Camera- June 23
so, are you ready to embrace the camera?
here's the nitty gritty:
1. take a picture with you and your kids/spouse/family member/friend/whatever.
2. blog about that picture and include a link to this blog, or grab this button.
3. link your blog post up on the link tool here.
4. visit the other embracers...give each other lots of compliments about how good we look
5. have fun!
Monday, June 6
Winter
degrees outside and it is only the beginning of JUNE.

But after my wonderful sister in law sent these to me over the weekend, it made me miss the mountains and the fun time we spent there over Christmas.





doing this:


with a little bit of this action:

and LOTS of this:

Friday, June 3
Tuesday, May 31
kids are silly
eating things off the table or off the ground directly.
will he take what you are giving him in his hand?
yes.
But 'PLEASE MOM', (he speaks so clear for a 20 month old!) 'let me just do my thang...'
No hands.
No fork.
Nothing.
just a new little nuance he is in love with.
Goldfish? he'd rather put the mouth the ground.
chicken? PU-LEASE! So much better off the table directly.
less work?
maybe... YOU be the judge.
kids *are* silly...
Monday, May 23
buddies

Even at a young age, i am grateful for good buddies for my little man. These two are so goofy together and intentionally try to make each other laugh. She calls him "Davy" and he calls her "Ick" for Mik... They chase each other, shake their heads at each other, constantly say "No" and cant get enough hugs & kisses from each other. Literally, she pins him in the corner to kiss him...he IS cute, but come on! ;) kidding...
I pray these two stay close forever and always enjoy each others ' company, like we do with her parents. They TRULY are the best friends anyone could ask for.
new sports
Happy summer!
Thursday, May 19
Separation Anxiety
...it the new black. (is it? false...)
Sunday, May 1
these are a few of my favorite things...
Cue the turquoise room with the crazy glass table and centerpiece.
Friday, April 29
silly little article
I want to start by apologizing to my vagina. I just... I just didn't know what was going to happen. I thought it would be easy. All my life I'd been told I have "child-birthing hips." That turned out to be a dirty lie. I pushed for three hours, and I put you, dear vagina, through hell. I did my best to protect you, and I apologize. I can only hope that the bad feelings between us can be healed. This relationship has gotten really painful, and it's been weeks now. Please let the healing begin.
I'd also like to say I'm sorry to my husband for all my inappropriate name-calling in the delivery room and the resentment I felt because I had to carry our child for nine months and you didn't.I will have sex with you again someday, don't hold your breath or anything, but we'll get there. I'll wear attractive lingerie again as well. These grandma underpants aren't forever!
And honey... about my boobs. While I appreciate your attempts to touch them, try to understand that they are not for you at this time. These are working breasts, they are under construction at the moment, and we appreciate your patience. It's funny: I can see a mixture of fear and delight in your eyes at the size of them. And trust me, they are something to fear. I never thought a boob could dwarf the size of my baby's head, but it is true. Little Emma's bravery in attacking them day after day is impressive. I must apologize to her as well. I had no idea they would operate in a sprinkler fashion, and I have sprayed her in the face many, many times. But the way she fights through it is quite something.
I apologize to every woman whose baby shower I attended before I became a mom. All those useless stuffed animals and baby booties I bought... well, I'm sure they might have come in handy at some point, but I should have stuck to the registry and gotten things you truly needed.
I apologize once again to my husband, this time for criticizing you about the way you dress our daughter. I know she's my very own personal doll come to life, and I like to play dress-up. But you make such weird choices. Why would you put her in a sweater when it is 85 degrees outside? It's the middle of the day-a night-gown really? It's bedtime, sweetheart, why is she wearing a hat? I recognize this is not America's Next Top Model, but I do ask you to think about what makes sense sometimes. That's all.
I must apologize to every new mom ever bumped into before I had a baby for judging your appearance. I mentally criticized your old sweatpants, your over sized T-shirts, and your haphazard ponytails. I figured you just hadn't taken the time to get ready before you went out or were in dire need of a makeover. Now I understand those precious minutes you savor when the baby goes down for a nap- the desperation to make the most of them. I could shower! I could eat! I could sleep! Check my e-mail! Work-out! Do laundry! Have sex! (Well, maybe not just yet, but...) I could do so much if she would just sleep a little longer. Then, inevitably, there's that sound through the baby monitor. (Stop.Wait.Listen.) Was it for real?... That was just a sneeze, right? ... She's not up,right?... Oh, please, I'm almost done eating, the coffee's finally ready, I thought I could shower. Just five more minutes please. Just... nope. She's up. She's hungry. She's wet. She's something. And once you've got her fed and changed and played with her, you're on the clock to get that errand done before it all unravels again. I get it now: There is absolutely no time for a blowout or blusher, I was a complete jerk, and I am sorry.
I see how people look at me- with that mixture of pity and disgust- in my old nursing tank covered in spit-up and the same maternity shorts I wear every day. I'm like the Elephant Man. I put my daughter in fancy clothes to compensate for the monster pushing her around. I see the stares. I know what you're saying. Well to heck with you, you small-pants wearing Miley Cyrus fan. I just had a baby. I am not always this fat!
I guess I should apologize for my anger but in solidarity with new moms everywhere, I'm not going to.
But I would definitely like to apologize to my former self, I always thought I had a few pounds to lose and could look better. I never knew how great I had it. What I wouldn't give to fit into my old clothes again! I look at them longingly day after day. Hi, jeans. Hello, Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress. You were all so good to me. (sniff)
I should have slowed down and enjoyed my freedom more when I had the chance. I used to beat myself up if I slept past eight or stayed out too late. I was a fool. A fool. What did I know? Oh, to do anything at all at a leisurely pace- shop, eat, read a newspaper- and anything without having to wear a monitor. Waiting. Listening. For her.
While I'm sending regrets I should apologize to my pre-baby boobs for not appreciating them enough. They were a great pair of boobs- not to big, just enough decolletage. And now... sigh... who knows what will be left of them once I stop nursing? I'm sorry, former boobs. I truly am.
I'll never be sorry about deciding to become a mother, though. There may be no going back to my old body or my old lifestyle, but having Emma is worth everything I've had to give up and then some. But you already know that.
Tuesday, April 19
Mom-ent
Honestly, it was like he knew exactly what I needed. Last week I was having a lot of guilt for feeling like I was gone a lot and was missing so much of the little things of him growing up and the day to day, and this being my busy season at work i am working longer hours, etc. I hate not seeing and teaching the little things to him thru-out the day. Who gets me?