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Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts

Round 2

>> Monday, April 30, 2012 – baby, family, husband

Let’s keep it real for a second, shall we? Babies are amazing. Little glowing, fresh-faced cherubs of wonder who bring joy to all who cross their paths. Know what else they bring? Stress. Pre-babe, the Hubs and I rarely had cause to argue. I mean, what to eat on a Friday night was seriously a top 2 contender. And then came baby. Suddenly tongues are a little sharper, tones are a little higher and patience is a little thinner. I’m just sayin’. While most of the time I don’t remember what our bouts are about, I do know that I usually (okay all the time) regret things I’ve said. Just like I hope my little one doesn’t wake up at 4 am again tomorrow, I also hope that during our next “match” I remember that Hubs and I are in the same boat. The same sleepless, weighted down, single-ore vessel that tends to retain water and definitely needs a fresh coat of paint. It may not be pretty, and it may take us a while to get to our destination, but the bottom line is there’s nobody I’d rather be traveling with. Life jacket or not.

In other news, this is a great post I’m thinking of laminating and hanging up in my bathroom – 15 tips for staying married for 15 years. Gems include, “don’t criticize,” “get really good at sex” and “make a husband pact with your friends.” Yup.

(Vintage-style boxing print via mynameisjz)

7 Months Of Mid-Week Fun

>> Wednesday, February 8, 2012 – baby, family

I know, I know, this is a design blog, so why do I keep posted pics of my kid?? Well, because he happens to be VERY stylish, that's why. I mean, check out that striped getup he's got going on? Right on trend. And that fresh face? No makeup required! What can I say? I'm a sucker for a pretty face, and it IS his 7-month birthday after all.

In other news, Hubs killed a giant scorpion this morning about an inch from the blanket where Baby T plays/rolls/tries to learn to crawl. I'm currently trying to contain my crazy and keep from packing up all our belongings and moving in with my parents by week's end. We've always had these bastards to deal with, but this is the first time we've ever seen one in the winter. Raise your hand if you think it's a sign that summer (when they're more active) is going to BLOW? We've been planning on moving in about a year, but I think we need to step up our game a tad at this point. Unfortunately we’ve got a couple of things standing in our way including being WAY upside down on our property (thanks economy), astronomical rents (in the event we decided to walk away from said property), and not being stoked about living beyond our means (with said rent). On top of it all, we really love our neighborhood AND our condo, but obviously wouldn’t sacrifice our little guy’s safety for any of that. So yeah, mama’s gotta get her shit straight and formulate a plan. Thoughts? I’m taking ideas here, people. Anyone interested having a sweet baby (see above) and parents with sparkling personalities live in their basements rent-free??? No? Fine. Stupid 2012.

Sup. I'm 6 Months Old.

>> Sunday, January 8, 2012 – baby, baby boy, family

And why yes, I sure am rockin' camo PJs. I also can't decide if I like sucking on my fingers or a pacifier, but it's cool. Don't try to box me in. A man's gotta have choices, ya know? In fact, I think I'll have some mashed squash AND peas today. 'Cause that's just the kind of rule-breaking, 6-month old badass I am.

Festivus

>> Thursday, January 5, 2012 – baby, christmas, family

I have a lot of friends who moved to the desert from other parts of the world, and as a result, never feel that Christmas is very "Christmasy." No snow, blah, blah, blah, blue skies and 65 degrees, blah, blah, blah. They did not, however, grow up with my mom. She has this way of making everything magical, and this year was no exception. Surrounded by twinkling lights, perfectly wrapped presents and lots of family, Baby T's first Christmas couldn't have felt more festive. Christmas Eve was spent drinking too much Aquavit and singing Helan Gar (as happens every year), Christmas Day was dedicated to PJs, and Christmas Night left us happy and full of yummy food and wine. From her beautifully decorated home to her willingness to open her door to guests near and far, my mom embodies everything I hope to be to my new baby son. Thanks, Mom, for being the kind of mother I could only dream to be, and for making everything beautiful. Always.

XOXO

Photo Fantabulousness

>> Sunday, December 18, 2011 – baby, baby boy, child photographer, family, photography

Since the birth of T-Kong, I've done A LOT of things I said I never would. You know, like take my baby to a bar, rock a little spit-up like an accessory, let my living room be taken over by bright, shiny objects, and now...holiday photos. Not that I ever saw anything wrong with holiday photos, I just didn't consider myself a photo-on-a-card kind of gal. And then I saw Joanna Polling's site. Ummm, yeaaaa, she's the kind of photographer that makes me want to be a better person. As soon as I saw these shots of her own kids, I was suddenly overcome with the need to have as many photos of my own little guy as humanly possible. And then I needed to share those photos with anyone who cared enough to open the envelope. Lucky for us, Joanna not only fit us into her already busy schedule, but she was ridiculously patient AND didn't make me feel like a total ass while standing in the desert in my flip flops (smart) with my too-long jeans rolled up (seriously, who wears that to a photo shoot?). (Don't even get me started on how sweaty I was, by the way.) She even got my kiddo to smile despite his total exhaustion that day; an act of GOD I tell you. I could go on and on, but the moral of the story is that I can't thank her enough for how beautiful the shots turned out and how much we'll always cherish them, so instead I'm going to pimp her out from now until the end of time. So yeah, if you live in AZ, get on it already and contact her will ya? Sheesh.

PS-If you find a holiday card in the mail from me and we're not even that close, please accept my apologies. I blame the alien that seems to have taken over my body and turned me from dark and gloomy to sunshiny and gushy about all things babies, family and apparently holidays. Sigh.

(All images via Joanna Polling and her genius)

4-Month Moves

>> Friday, November 11, 2011 – baby, baby boy, family

Man, this place is dead today. Not a cub or a coug worth talking to up in this mix.

Oh wait, what's this? Well hellllo there, mamacita. Why thank you, I know I'm way more mature than my four-month age would lead you to believe. You're not so bad yourself. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, waddya say we crack open a bottle of the house's finest?

Seriously, what can I do to make this happen? I'm willing to do just about anything to close the deal.

Eeesh, sorry, I get a little grabby when I'm excited. Bad hands! I swear I'm a really nice guy. Even a bit of a mama's boy if you can believe it.

...no but seriously, how about that bottle?

Who I Am Today

>> Friday, October 21, 2011 – baby, baby boy, family

I am tired. I have a child whom, for whatever reason, suddenly doesn't feel like sleeping more than an hour at a time. I'm back in the office, facing 2-hour commutes, 3-hour meetings and impossible deadlines. I'm exhausted just getting dressed in the morning, let alone trying to juggle my work, my family and my friends. I'm overwhelmed with guilt some days while walking out the door...desperately trying to become a mother who works and not a working mother. I am the wife of a man who was laid off right before our baby was born and one-half of a couple in the midst of reevaluating priorities and responsibilities. I am trying to be thankful for his time with our son instead of jealous at my lack thereof. I am trying not to give myself a heart-attack and MS episode all at once. I am not as focused on happy hours, relaxing getaways, fabulous handbags and daily blog posts. I am dedicated to the happiness of a tiny little person, a loving relationship with my husband, combating my insurance company, and figuring out how to support our family while not working for The Man. I am trying to remember to breathe. I am terrified I will forget how. And then, in an instant, I am reading THIS article...

I am blessed. I am blessed. I am so very blessed.

(photo by Vivienne Ward)

Dear Maternity Jeans,

>> Thursday, October 13, 2011 – baby

Just want you to know you're doing a bang-up job masquerading as regular jeans. And none of that Coke Zero as real Coke business. People REALLY think you zip up. So thanks for that.

Sincerely,

Stretchy Pants McGee

P.S. Yes, I am aware I am no longer pregnant. Thank you.

(Button via BadgesByQuake)

I Am 3 Months Old

>> Monday, October 10, 2011 – baby, baby boy

And what I don't have in hair, I make up for with mad game and super rad style. Oh, and hand gestures. I love me a good hand gesture.

Super Pumper

>> Wednesday, October 5, 2011 – baby, baby boy

Scene
Vast wasteland of cubicles.

Mood
Bah.

Saga
Ongoing internal debate about the pros and cons of continuing to breast pump now that I’m back in the office.

Conversation about such saga with fellow mother/co-worker/friend
Me: “Pumping at work sucks, but…”
Her: …“it’s the most unselfish thing we can do for our children.”
Me: “Totally.”

For the record, I was about to say “but it burns so many calories.” Happy Thursday.

Love,
Selfish Mom

(Image via Davididaho)

Waddup, Yo?!

>> Thursday, September 15, 2011 – baby, interiors, job

So yeah, I'm back, baby! Ish. Started working from home last week (ding) but working nonetheless (dong). I'm spending many, many hours trying to get back into the groove and shake off the rust and seriously, this shit is tough. Even though I'm around T-Kong all day and the hubs is currently playing Mr. Mom, I'm still having withdrawals and just can't seem to get my head into work. So while my day-job is again sucking my will to live, I've decided to make it my after-my-baby-passes-out job to figure out a job I love and will allow me more time at home. Any ideas? Positions currently being considered: professional chef, celebrity stylist, top-dollar interior designer, glass-blower, sommelier, brewer and photographer. Problems with said jobs include: burning toast, not knowing any celebrities, drinking my products, having shaky hands and no professional design training. Suck. Have I ever told you I dropped my design major in college because of the math requirements? Big. Fat. Mistake. If I could go back and do it again, I'd hire a tutor and make it work, because truth be told, interiors have always been my real passion. Don't get me wrong, I love me some written word, but if given the choice between choosing paint colors and choosing synonyms, I'll take the paint all day long. So yeah, anyone want to hire a professional writer/would-be designer with no training other than her good design genes and pleasant demeanor? Just checking.

Anyhoo, missed you, peeps! Let's do this thing.

(photo via Box of Crayons)

I Am Six Weeks Old Today

>> Friday, August 19, 2011 – baby, baby boy, tyler

And developing quite a personality.

Carry on.

Pump, Poop, Puke. Repeat.

>> Monday, August 8, 2011 – baby, baby boy, mommyhood

Well hello there outside world! How you be?? Thought I'd drop in for a quick second to say hi and offer up some recent pics of Tyler and his many adorable faces. Oh, and his parents' faces, which don't happen to look nearly as relaxed as their offspring's. Please note that I seem to have developed excessive forehead wrinkles, homeless person brows and a lazy eye in the last few weeks. Think that will focus on or divert attention away from the fact that my eyes are also two different colors? Whatevs, I'm so tired I couldn't care less. My husband, on the other hand, would like the record to reflect that he has a widow's peak and he is not, I repeat NOT losing his hair. Mmmm hmm.

So yeah, this whole motherhood thing? H.A.R.D. Don't get me wrong, it's all kinds of amazing and I adore our little man more than I ever thought possible, but to all the peeps out there who told me it would be "cake" I say, go to hell. Thank you. I love you, but you're all big fat liars. What's been cake is choosing sleep over laundry, feeding the baby over feeding myself and washing my armpits with a baby wipe in lieu of, well, not. TMI? Without going into crazy detail, let's just say I have a whole new respect for my mom, for my hubs' mom who did this by herself at a very young age, and for anyone who's done this more than once. I'm just sayin'.

When I get more than a second to breathe, I'll tell you allll about the wonders and mishaps (I know you're excited). But for the moment I have a baby that needs cuddling and boobs that need pumping. That's right, no shame in my game. Mommy-among-the-mayhem...out.

Tyler Michael

>> Wednesday, July 13, 2011 – baby, baby boy, birth

Peeps, I'd like to introduce our newest addition. Tyler Michael was born Friday, July 8th at 9:48 p.m. via c-section. "Why c-section?" you ask? 9 lbs., 14 oz. and 22 in. long, that's why. We're head over heels in love with our little "big" man, and the hubs already has him in training for the NBA.

I'll be taking some time off blogging for awhile, but wanted to share the news before I left you. Until we meet again, here's to long naps, short showers and the smell of newborn skin.

Unfinished Notes To My Unborn - #7

>> Friday, July 1, 2011 – baby, unfinished notes to my unborn

Baby Mc, you are due tomorrow, July 2. I don't feel any differently than I did yesterday, but the day is young. I just have this feeling though, that you're holding out for what you believe to be a more meaningful moment. Maybe a date dedicated to celebrations, BBQs, friends and family, and fireworks that fill the night sky with magic. Your birth, however, is reason enough to celebrate - we have waited to meet you for so long. I have thought long and hard over the past few months about all the things I want to tell you, the secrets I will share and the promises I'll make, and now seems as good a time as any to begin. My first vow to you is that no matter when you decide to make your first appearance, your birthday will always be my favorite holiday. Because you, little man, are the greatest gift we could ever dream of receiving.

Happy holiday weekend, friends. Here's to a starting out next week with a bang!

(photo by Sassy Bitch Ears)

Mama Mia

>> Thursday, June 23, 2011 – baby, baby boy, mom, pregnancy

Considering I'm only a week away (we hope) from people taking ungodly photos of me in various gowned, moaning, groaning and pushing action shots, I thought it only right to post one of my mom in the same, ahem, position. Oh, and another in her super cool maternity wear. (She'll be thrilled to discover I was wearing nearly identical pants yesterday.) My dad sent these shots to me today and I was SHOCKED that I'd never seen them before. I honestly don't know what I love more...that my mom is rocking blue eyeshadow or that she brought her own retro pillow to the party. Also, please note the lips. Did you know that in addition to ballooning bums and boobs, pregnancy can also give you bee-stung smackers?? I did not, but I can assure you that I do now. The hubs has taken to calling me Thick Lips if that's any indication of what's going on up in here. And while YOU may not think my mom's lips justify a Jolie moment, just ask her collection of lip liners, glosses, and chapsticks - we are a normally thin-lipped crew, to be sure. I've always aspired to be like my mom, so I was thrilled to see the curse of the giant kisser is nothing more than a little case of "like mother like daughter." My new question, however, is whether it will be "like mother like son" with the birth of our baby boy? Because let's be real...I look PISSED in that last photo. Oye.

Unfinished Notes To My Unborn - #6

>> Thursday, June 9, 2011 – baby, unfinished notes to my unborn

Unfortunately, the f-bomb is one of my favorite words. I’m really hoping to replace it with something more child-friendly in the coming months, but yeah, let’s work on it not being your first utterance just in case.

P.S. It’s little things about your father (like his comment on this post) that fill me with excitement to meet you. To know that you will be an extension of all the incredible things that he is, and that I am lucky enough to be blessed with both of you, makes me the happiest wife/mom/woman on the planet.

(print by Pollyblack)

Please Stand By

>> Sunday, May 22, 2011 – baby

Peeps, I'm taking a little break this week. A small MS episode and being about 100 months pregnant has left me feeling a little, ahem, wiped out. I'm gonna take this week to get my life together, get some sleep and hopefully get back to feeling like a human being. You feel me? I'll be back next week fo sho, and with any luck I'll have photos of the nursery to show you. Woot! Until then, (insert elevator music). Smooches!

(photo by Lola's Room)

Unfinished Notes To My Unborn #4

>> Thursday, May 12, 2011 – baby, unfinished notes to my unborn

Sometimes I sing really loudly to old-school rap songs that I should probably deem inappropriate for babies. Until you’re of age to remember though, I plan on pretending they’re lullabies. Word to yo' motha. (Literally.)

(print via Hula 70)

Saturday, I Showered

>> Monday, April 4, 2011 – baby, baby boy nursery, baby shower

Today I am so full of love. My best friend of 25 years came to town this weekend to throw me the sweetest baby shower in the history of baby showers, and I am still overwhelmed with joy thinking about it. Held at my parents' beautiful home, there were thoughtful touches around every corner and teary eyes (mine of course) every other minute. Nobody endured games about diapers or over the top themes, just enjoyed subtle moments full of sunshine, happiness and lots of delicious food. There were photos from my childhood above the fireplace, and fresh spring flowers in every room. My nearest and dearest hung words of love and encouragement from a beautiful branch, all of which are now hanging from a silk ribbon on the nursery door.

Two fabulous girlfriends took unbelievable photos while another provided the incredible food - despite the gourmet spread it's only her "hobby" and she swears it took no time at all. (Sure.) And when all the fun was over and wrapping paper was everywhere, my bf asked that everyone take a candle home...to light when I go into labor.

Thank you, dear friends and family, for showering me with one of my happiest days. I have never felt more blessed, more loved, or more thankful for you in my life. And on that note, I need to grab a tissue.

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