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November 3rd, 2014 · 2 Comments
In case you missed it last week on Instagram, Chad and I took a much-needed vacation in paradise for a few days.
A few months ago, when I was waking up with Bear four or five times every night, Chad said to me: “This fall, let’s plan a trip to Mexico.”
And ever since then, all I could think was: Ok, at some point, months from now, I will get four uninterrupted nights of sleep.
Forget the beach. Forget the tan. Forget the lavish dinners and desserts.
You know what was the best part?
It was glorious.
And I took advantage of every second: I was so lazy on this trip, I didn’t even read a book. We watched the waves and ate everything in sight and went to sleep at literally nine p.m. on the dot every night.
And it was one of the best vacations I’ve ever had.
It’s been six months since baby Bear was born, and it was so hard to leave him. Truthfully, about a week before we were scheduled to leave, I almost called the whole thing off — I worried that it would be too hard for my mom to take care of him, that he’d be miserable, or that I’d miss some formative moment while we were gone.
And, you know what? None of that happened. Sure, he was a lot of work, but he also has four wonderful grandparents who did an amazing job with him (we’re very lucky for that, I know). He wasn’t miserable — in fact, my mom sent me photos and videos of him laughing almost every day. I video-chatted with him so I could see his little face. We’re home now and settling back into our routine, with a hiccup here and there… but mostly just fine.
And mom is a little tan, a little rested, and a little better at weathering some of the many challenges the next six months will bring.
All in all? A great trip all around.
Tags: life · travel
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?
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:
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:
What a night. But, you know what?
The best part was getting home.
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