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date night

October 26th, 2014 · 2 Comments

Chad and I had a pretty active social life before Bear was born, but for the last five months, we’ve been laying low.  But as he’s gotten a little older, I’ve been making an effort to say “yes” to more invitations, to plan nights out for us away from the house, and to make sure that we get some alone time.

Before our baby was born, I thought I’d be fine with a night here and there when I didn’t put him to sleep, or leaving him behind for a few days of vacation.  I wouldn’t be the parent who couldn’t let go, I figured.  A little alone time is healthy for all of us.

But you know what I didn’t expect?

It’s hard.

Not because I feel guilty for leaving him, although there’s some of that too.

But because I miss him so much

Chad and I had two nights out last weekend — really fun and cool events, and I was thrilled to get to both of them.  But no matter how much fun the event is, it’s hard to kiss your baby good-bye.  It’s hard to miss out on putting him to bed, and those last snuggles before he goes to sleep.  (It’s especially hard to do it two nights in a row.)

I feel strongly that it’s ok to take time for yourself as parents, and it was a blast to get my hair done and get dressed up and have a glass of wine and be adults for a few hours.  But man… I missed that baby.

On the other hand, a night that ends like this ain’t bad:

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Yes, that’s a homemade chocolate chip cookie.  They were our favors at the end of the night, and I brought home three.  I was seriously that girl stuffing chocolate chip cookies into my clutch.  (Can you really blame me?)

And just because this was such a glamorous evening, I couldn’t resist showing you guys the black tie event that we went to.  This was an event space in downtown Houston, teeming with flowers and lights for a Mardi Gras-themed benefit for the Children’s Museum, a fabulous, eductational, fun spot that Bear and I already love:

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What a night.  But, you know what?

The best part was getting home.

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Tags: life

to each their own

October 6th, 2014 · 3 Comments


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.




Tags: baby · life

baby bear: four months

September 17th, 2014 · 4 Comments

Baby Bear,

I say this every month, but I think we are finally getting life under control!

See, here’s the thing. You take your sweet new baby home from the hospital, and for a few weeks, insanity ensues. You don’t have enough time to shower, brush your teeth, or check your email before it’s time for another diaper change, feeding, nap attempt, cuddle, whatever. Around the clock. Without a break.

And then a few weeks go by and it gets a little easier, and you think, “ok, we’re in the clear. From now on, things are going to be smooth sailing.”

But the real truth is: life with a baby doesn’t exactly get easier each month… it just get different.

Sure, some things get easier. When a four month old cries, you have a general sense of what the issue may be, and you know how to solve 90% of the possible problems.  And by now, I feel like I have a basic idea of how to take care of a baby, something that I just did not have when you were born.

(True story: when they put you on my chest, the first thing I said was, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”  I kid you not.  Those were the first words you heard your mom say. I had never held a newborn before, and you were so tiny that I was terrified that I might somehow hurt you.)

But now, you’re a little bigger and a little sturdier, and not quite so terrifyingly delicate — which puts my mind at ease, at least a tiny bit.  So, lots of things do get easier as the months go by.

But… other things get harder.

Like, say, sleep.

Here’s what no one tells you: It is completely possible for a four-month-old baby to sleep worse than a newborn.  Remember my little two-week-old baby who slept for four or six hours at a time?  Well, that baby turned into a three-and-a-half-month old who slept for no more than ninety minutes at once, ever, for weeks on end.  It.  Was.  Brutal.

But even in my extensively sleep-deprived state, watching you grow has been so much fun, and this month brought so many amazing new moments.

And, here, I’ll say it.

You are just SO darn cool.

Whether it’s learning to roll over or learning to laugh (!), it seems like every day brings some new skill. And it’s amazing to watch you discover each of these tiny little actions that remind us: you are slowly growing into your own little person, with all your own likes and dislikes and joys and sorrows. That’s the most incredible thing to watch, really — to see this little person emerge from an unformed newborn into something that’s starting to resemble a child.

And that’s what I’m most excited about, as the months go on — watching you become yourself, learning your place in the world, and seeing the person you become.

I said this while I was pregnant, and I feel it even more now: creating a life was a wonderful thing, and the experience of pregnancy was something I will cherish forever. But parenting is a million times more rewarding, more exciting, and more fulfilling than the biological process of pregnancy. Whether you had joined our family through birth, through adoption, or some other way, your entrance into our lives is an incredibly opportunity.  It’s the opportunity to guide a new person into becoming a happy, healthy, kind, and compassionate human being.

I think about that goal all the time, and I hope, as you develop more and more every day, that I’m doing a good job.

With so much love, and more every single day,

Your mom.

Tags: baby · life