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the baby bowl

November 5th, 2014 · 2 Comments

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My husband does not ask for much.

But he did have one baby outfit request: a J.J. Watt jersey for our baby boy.

Now, I’m not much of a football person (despite being a cheerleader for three years of college, whoops).  But it’s fun to watch our hometown team, and you’ve got to love a professional athlete who signs a $100 million contract and promptly buys a Range Rover… for his mom.

So when I found a baby-size jersey, I snapped it up.  We got Bear into it, and Chad was a happy guy.

And then yesterday, he took it one step further.

And… I don’t even know what to say about this:

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Coco is a kind and patient soul.  And such an incredible cutie. 

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baby bear: at five months

October 17th, 2014 · 4 Comments

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Baby Bear,

The strangest thing happened this month. 

No, life didn’t calm down.  You went straight from your four-month sleep regression into back-to-back colds, ear infections, and then a stomach bug.  In the last few weeks, you have been sick more days than you have been healthy. 

Which meant: less sleep, more tears, and lots of hand-wringing for mom.  When something is bothering you, nothing is more important to me than to fix it, any way I can.

But, you know what? 

Sometimes I can’t.

Sometimes you have to do it on your own.  Obviously, I’ll do anything I can to help — whether it’s rocking you to sleep, taking you to the doctor, or just making sure you’re comfortable. 

But fighting off that cold?  Or learning that new skill, the one that’s keeping you up at night because your little brain has almost mastered it?

Those things, you have to do on your own.

And no matter how much I want to help… there are times when I can’t.  And I need to remember that’s not the end of the world.

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See, in the midst of this crazy month, I had a realization. 

For the last five months, I’ve been waiting for that moment in the future when things would get easier.  And each time something gets in the way, I get frustrated: “He’d be sleeping through the night if only he didn’t have a cold” or “he’d be happy during the day if only we hadn’t gone straight into teething.”

And you know what?  I’ve spent too much time waiting for that moment in the future when everything would be perfect.  When you’d be smiling and perfectly healthy and I’d have nothing to worry about.

When that happens, I figured, then I could just relax.

But you know what?

In being so focused on the future, I’ve been letting myself lose track of all the wonderful moments that I get to see every single day

Even when you’re sick.  Even when you’re up all night.

It makes me a little sad.  Especially in those frantic newborn days, now I see so clearly: I worried too much.  I was so scared of doing something wrong, of not knowing what I was doing, I made myself miserable trying to figure out how to do everything right.  I googled everything for hours instead of just trusting my instincts and doing my best. 

I didn’t spend enough time just taking in the moments, enjoying them.  They went by as quickly as everyone says, and I wish I’d cherished them just a little bit more. 

But, you know what?  You’re only five months old.  There’s a lot of time left to enjoy those little moments, even the not-perfect ones. 

And even with my nervousness, my first-time-mom jitters, and all the things that I’ve worried about: these last few months have been lovely.  They’ve been amazing.  Sure, we’ve had a day here and there with tears from you and me both, but we’ve also read stories, gone for walks, snuggled in bed, played with the dogs, and smiled and laughed. 

We’ve had a blast, you and me (and dad). 

Five months.  It went by in a flash.  And I know month six will be our best yet.

With all my love,

Your mom.

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to each their own

October 6th, 2014 · 3 Comments

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It’s happened ever since we were first dating: when Chad and I go somewhere, sometimes if you look at our outfits, it looks like we are headed to two completely separate events.  I’ll be in a sequin cocktail dress and he’ll be in a polo shirt; he’ll be in a suit and I’ll be in leggings; you get the drill.  I should dig up some old photos — sometimes it’s actually pretty funny.

But this weekend, we took it to a new level.

This photo was taken at 10:45 a.m. on a Saturday morning.  We were heading to the one-year-old birthday party for one of Bear’s friends.

As you can see, we all had slightly different ideas of what would be appropriate to wear. 

Chad?  Basically dressed for work.

Me?  A child’s birthday party called for hot pink jeans, gold lame wedges (I kid you not; they’re just not in the frame), and a smokey eye.  Yup.  I went there.

And our son?

Our son is wearing a superman costume.

I love this photo.  I begged Chad to pause for a second as we headed out the door, just do document our outfit choices.  They were that amazing.

This family, man.  You can’t take us anywhere.

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