Saturday, April 30, 2011

Saturday Morning Scene

Declan makes Emeline her own 'baby stack' of pancakes. So cute, right?

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Friday, April 29, 2011

Bits & Pieces of Friday

-Our weather today and tomorrow? Is gonna be great. I'm thrilled because this means working in my garden, and finally enjoying outdoor time with my little family. Every Saturday for the last month has been dreary and rainy. It's the little things.

-I admit. I was not into the pre-hoopla of the Royal Wedding. But did I DVR it this morning? Abso-freaking-lutely. This is history. History. And I wanted to see her dress. But, I didn't watch a single thing leading up to it. Simply because that's not my thing. I'll make this short and sweet, but Kate? Stunning. StunnnnnING. And my full name is also Katherine Elizabeth, and while hers is spelled different, doesn't that basically make me royalty? no? ok.

-And just because little girls & their puppies are so cute:

-Birthday party prep is well underway. Since, well, it's ONE WEEK AWAY. I can't even believe it, honestly. This time last year I was huge. So huge and pregnant, and so desperately wanting to meet my baby. This year? Same time? I'm spray painting things to match party themes, making decorations, sewing table runners (omgIknow,right?!), planning presents, printing her month by month photos, and basking in the sheer joy that this little girl has brought to our life in one short year. Sigh. I'm happy.

-This is the most I'll give you as far as birthday sneak peak'ish things. The rest? I'll probably just keep to myself until I have photos to show you of the big day. Not just because I like to be all suspenseful and stuff, but, because there's a long way to go until things are done. Also a teeny, tiny bit that I want to hold you in suspense :)

-And I'm praying for all of you who were affected in some way by the storms this week. My heart breaks for the devastation that's occurred. There are ways to donate found here


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Happy Friday!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Weight Watchers Vlog, Part Two. On Dining Out & Snacks.

Hey chickies. My sister & I are back with another video where we chat your ear off about ways to dine-out and snack while on Weight Watchers. 

Those are two areas where we've gotten a lot of questions. 

So, go ahead and watch, and if you have questions, feel free to leave them. If you're not on WW, and just feel like seeing us in living color, be my guest. Emeline even makes a guest appearance. [AKA: She begins shrieking with glee to the point where I'm left no choice but to hold her on camera.]

Some other great Snack Ideas:

-Fruit, fruit, fruit! It's free. Enjoy it.
-Veggies. It's also free, so chomp away on carrot & celery sticks. 
[If you need some ranch, use it, but be sure to measure & count points.]
-Laughing cow cheese wedge with whole wheat ritz crackers or reduced fat triscuits. 
-100 Calorie Packs
-String Cheese
-Natural unsweetened Applesauce. Free points. So delicious.
-Yogurt [Dannon Lite & Fit 6oz is only 2 points.]
-Real Fruit Strips
-Need some chocolate? A (one) reeses cup is 2 points. I believe a hershey kiss is 1. 


If you have any good low in point go-to snacks, or dining-out tips, feel free to share too.

(Check out my sisters blog, too for some of her snack tips!)

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The one with the bath pictures. Alternately titled: Obsessed with Black & Whites.

We love bath time. As in, it's the best time of the day around here. You know this already since I blab my mouth about it's awesomeness all the time. And the sweet husband who eagerly does this nightly job with a hop in his step. 

But, it's getting better as she's getting older. We have a little thing. Where I get her undressed, diaper & all, and Declan's in there running the bath. As soon as I sit her nudey-butt on the ground, she ferociously speed crawls out to the hallway and around the corner to the bathroom. Her little hands slap against the bathroom floor with gusto & excitement. 

When she finally reaches the tub, she stands up and lifts her leg as if she even stands a chance of getting in herself. She's too short. She doesn't stand a chance. But it's cute. It's so dang cute.

Then? She plays. Splashes. Gets scrub-a-dubbed by daddy. Strings together a series of sounds & cute noises that make us love her all the more. And then? It's my turn. I scoop her up with the hooded towel. Get her warm and cozy.

if this look of sheer-glee doesn't show how much she loves her daddy
I don't know what will....
Dry her. Powder. Lotion. Pajama her booty. She proclaims multiples times that it's "nigh-nigh"...gets a bedtime snack & da-da cuddle.... 

and just like that she's off to bed.


Happy Wednesday!

Monday, April 25, 2011

But, wait. There's more.

Hope your weekend was awesome.

I'll be back tomorrow with a more substantial-type post. 

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Random Saturday Stuff.

-Sorry about not having Saturday Morning Scene up this week. I honestly thought that people wouldn't be interested in doing it since it's Easter Weekend. I should have probably mentioned that yesterday. My bad. Oops. I'm going to go ahead and schedule out the next month of SMS's so that the link will always be up for you guys.

-My girl? Can bust a freaking move. Girlfriend has some rhythm that cannot be denied. The proof is in the pudding. 

-I finally got around to embellishing Emeline's Easter basket yesterday. I had the basket for the past month, and had plans to add some of my flowers to it to girlify it up. And? I LOVE it. It's so delicate, and pretty. And after I posted it to twitter? I had about 93843098349 people say, "Omigosh! You should have sold those on your Etsy!" Yea. I don't want to imagine the shipping costs on that. But, we'll see.

-Did you see that I finally (after a billion years of blogging) made a proper blog button? I know. I'm late to the bandwagon. But, it's here if you want to show your love me Emeline This Blog. 

Loves of Life

-I'm gonna save some of these photos for next weeks, but oh.good.heavens. I am over the moon about some of these bathtime pictures I got of Emeline last night. Ah, her eyes. They get me.

-And just for a fair warning, after Easter? It's First Birthday Party Madness over here. The only thing on my mind will be my baby. And the fact that she's almost no longer a baby. And that this year flew by. And that she's not a tiny little girl anymore. And that she's so darling. And Where Did My Squishy Baby Go? Wahhh!

Gear up. Get Ready. The sobfest is coming.

Happy Easter, friends.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Dressing your baby nice, but affordable.

This subject first started off as a joke. You know, when I asked my husband for ideas on what to write about on The Poop Whisperer a while back his *bright* idea was "um, how about you write about how to dress your kid nice...or something...". 

I totally laughed it off. Thought it was not helpful at all, and then a few of you chimed in here, on my personal blog like, "um, yea, do it"

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that yes, this is totally something I could talk about. 

For two reasons.

1. I love a deal. Clearance racks are my best friend. So, I'm all about doing stuff on the cheap without breaking the bank.

2. I love a kid dressed to their cuteness potential. It's just precious. Plus, it's fun, too. [Especially having a girl...gah. Love.]

Oh, and before I go any further--please know this: We love PJ days. We (as in, my baby girl & I) love our comfy clothes. Not everyday do we put together well thought-out outfits. We are human, after all. 

Ahem. Here it goes.

To make things affordable, my go-to stores for Emeline's cothing are Target, Kohls, Old Navy & Marshalls. Every once in a while, if there is an amazing deal on the clearance rack at Baby Gap, I *might* pick something up. Same goes for Children's Place (clearance rack or coupons only), or stores like Gymboree, Crazy8, or H&M.

Last summer, when she was just a wee-little-newborn baby, at the end of the season, I went through clearance racks at Target & Old Navy searching for stuff for this summer. It was the greatest idea ever. Because? I got pieces of clothing (shorts, tanks, dresses, etc) for $1.50 a piece. 

Brand.NEW.Clothing. Cheaper than used thrift-store stuff. You can't beat that.
Here's a short sleeved top with a long
sleeved plain onesie underneath.

When I tell people that I often shop that way, I sometimes get asked about running into issues with forecasting their sizing for upcoming seasons, etc. I have to be honest, I haven't had an issue with that, really. But, for the price of $1.50? I just buy an array of sizes sometimes. 

If I did run into clothing fitting earlier than planned, I'd just take her short sleeved tops, or tank tops, and put a long sleeved onesie underneath to make it wearable in the chillier weather.

Which makes a perfectly adorable layered outfit (I love me some layers) that's wearable whenever.

Which leads me to my next theory when dressing my little girl.

Ditch the matchy-match outfits. 

I know. That was harsh. It hurt a little. I admit, this is a totally personal thing. But for me? I really don't like the outfits that come in a shirt/pants combo. I think that matching is too much. Really.

Even when they try to do a stripe with a floral patterned top, I shudder a little. Mainly, Carters Clothing is guilty of the matchy match look. And I admit, I really do like Carters stuff. So, this is what I do.

Leggings under summer skirts prior
to warm weather? Perfect.
I buy their stuff (it's cheap! I love it.), and yes, I even sometimes buy the matchy-match two piece outfits. 

BUT... As soon as I get home, I separate them, and forget they were ever married. I treat them as two completely different articles of clothing in her wardrobe.

The horror.

This is where my love for plain colored tights/leggings (we all say something different, it seems) comes into play. 

I think plain leggings in an array of colors are a must-have for a little lady. They work great with those cute little colored floral/striped/godknowswhat tunic tops that they make for the girls, and look so much better than the ones that normally come in those 2-packs. They also look amazingly cute underneath little skirts, summer dresses, and even shorts. Trust me.

Also? We get some hand-me-downs and borrowed clothes. But, if you mix & match and pair with new things, or layer, etc--you can make entirely new outfits that are more unique.
Summer tank w/ long
sleeved onesie

And Jeans. Every baby needs cute jeans. Because jeans? Look good with everything. 

One last thing. Color me silly, but one other rule I try to keep in the back of mind is, would I be embarrassed if I wore this? 

I know, I know. I realize they're children. But honestly? She'll  probably already look back on photos of her as a child and think "Gosh, Mom, why was I wearing THAT?", when I'll be all defensive thinking, "Dang it, child--you were the best dressed kid around!" But yea. Thats inevitable with the way times change.

Despite that, I still try to keep that thought in the back of my mind as silly as it may be.

And if you have a little girl? Accessories are FUN. Headbands, clips, hats, you know. Enjoy it (especially when they don't rip them off).

Overall? It's totally possible to dress your kid nice without breaking the bank.

And I bet most of us live on some kind of a budget. So we all have tips & tricks up our sleeves on how to do so.

So share your ideas over at The Poop Whisperer.
[Comments are turned off here. I'll read & reply over there!]

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Few Words

Fact: It's only cute to have cankles when you're a baby*. And thigh-rolls. And a buddha belly. And...and...well, you get it.

*Speaking of "baby". Just how long am I allowed to use that term? She still feels like a baby to me. She's not 1 yet, therefore? Still a baby. Right? Right? Do they become "toddlers" the when they turn 1 or is it later? If so, I have a few weeks left of having a baby, and that fact alone makes me want to cry a little bit. Sigh.


Happy Wednesday

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

A Weight Watchers Vlog...and I have a co-star this time :)

My sister & I have had an abundance of questions about Weight Watchers since we joined back in January. Everything, you name it, we've been asked. 

While, obviously, we aren't experts, nor do we claim to be--we have been doing this program for over three months and it's worked great for us. We decided to do a Vlog about some of the intro stuff regarding WW, to maybe start answering some of the general questions we get often. Hopefully, we'll even follow this up with a few more on specifics (if this one is well received) like our go-to snacks, recipes, activity points, eating out, etc.

If you're interested (or just nosy), take a gander. You'll at least get to see how fidgety I am. It's pretty pathetic, actually. My sister is definitely the more composed of the two of us ;) Also, I didn't do my hair, or anything, and totally wish I had. Whatever.



**disclaimer: We weren't compensated for this, but we should be. I kid. Sort of. We're just normal people, talking about the program from our own goodwill. We aren't experts, nor do we claim to be. We aren't medical professionals, or dieticians. So please, be nice. 

Monday, April 18, 2011

My Confessional

Alright. This is the down and dirty, nitty gritty. Where I rant. Or something. I say things I just am dying to get off my chest or thoroughly embarrass myself. You choose.


I get inspiration left and right for Emeline's first birthday party. I spend a lot of time searching ideas, saving inspiration photos, yadda yadda. But? As great as these ideas are? I have a huge fear that I simply just cannot execute them properly. Or, that they just look good in my head, but when I try to attempt them, they'll be a huge cuteness fail.

As creative and artistic as I am, I'm still extremely worried about the actual execution of party planning. Honestly. It scares me a little.

But? The invitations are out, and it's happening. It is. Getting the invitations out will hopefully be the little kick in the pants I need to get stuff done. May 7th, ready or not, here we come.


I get asked a billion and one questions about Weight Watchers weekly. Mainly, what is my "secret". Honestly? My secret is this: I have no secret

I follow the program the same way everyone else should does. I enter everything I eat. I eat what I want, just moderate portions and stuff. I still eat good things I love, just not all time. I have yet to cheat or go over at all. Maybe that's my secret. Who knows.

I don't think Weight Watchers is hard. In fact, I think it's easy. For me, that is. So, when someone complains that they're having a hard time losing weight while on the program, and then I see them tweet a picture of the new banana pudding milkshake from chick-fil-a they're indulging in, internally I'm all well duh! no wonder you're having a hard time. Because, let me think of the last time I had a huge milkshake....Um, I haven't.

Don't get me wrong. I splurge, often--but always within my points. A kiddie cone from DQ for example, four points. A milkshake from Chick-fil-a? Is roughly twenty-two points. Just a few points shy of my entire daily point allowance. See the difference? Yea. Me too.

It's about good choices. If not "good" choices, then at least the better of the two. End rant.


I teach my daughter faces. All the time. It's terrible. What kind of mother thinks its funny to see her child stick her tongue out among other things. Oh, hi, it's me. Nice to meet you.

I'm sometimes immature. So sue me.


A few days ago I noticed two baby spiders making a little home down in my foyer. You know, living in a little dust ball or something in the corner.

What did I do to rid them from my home? Nothing. Go ask them. They're still there, just chillin' in my entryway. I'm scared to death of the little buggers. Enter with caution.


I'm super cheap. I only buy clothing on sale or things that I really, really love. I think about my purchases carefully. I often put things back at the verylastsecond when shopping. If I'm not in love with it? I don't buy it.

So, when I do buy something? I become kind of obsessive. I love it so much that I'll usually want to wear said article of clothing every day for the next few days. I have to force myself not to, even though I reeeeally want to. Yea, maybe I'm like a 4 year old, maybe. But that's how I've always been.


I have a love/hate relationship with jeans fresh out of the dryer. Because sometimes? They have that perfectly-snug feeling that you need once they've become a little loose after some wearing.

Other times? They get that nasty-arse crinkle-creasing (always down near the calves/ankles, which killllls me) and makes them almost unwearable unless ironed. And the thing is? I don't iron.

Nope. I confess that the only times I break out the iron is for a wedding. As in, when I need to iron my husbands shirt to attend to a wedding. We are lazy like that. Or, we just sport the fresh-out-of-the-dryer look often. We take it out, and hang. No iron needed. Or, if it is? We don't bother. We're so classy.


I have the most hodge-podged taste in music of anyone I know. And currently? I'm listening to a heck-of-a-lot of Justin Bieber. It's pathetic, really. I'm a 26 year old mom, you know--someone who is way too old to enjoy that type of music. Yet, I do.


Alright, it's your turn now. Dish it. Fess up.

[Thanks to my friend Liz for the confessions inspiration]

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Saturday Morning Scene

Daddy made us pancakes this morning :)

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Friday, April 15, 2011

We'll soak it up. Somehow.

We finally got some beautiful weather again yesterday. It comes in waves. Okay, it comes in more like a 24 hour period, then something comes in like a hawk & swoops it away from us in a flash.

We're then left the next day with about a 20 degree temperature drop & rain.  

This is no lie. It's been the pattern of our "Spring" so far around here. 

So when a nice day comes? We eat it up. We soak up every second of it. And except during the naptime hours of the day, we're outside, or close to it. Doing something. Anything. You know, to get us a punch of Vitamin D. 

And yesterday? Was the first time this spring my baybee was wearing shorts. And those thighs in little baby shorts? Yum. So very cute & squeezable. Poor kid. I couldn't keep my hands off her chunky thighs. Soon will be the days when she's a knobby-kneed kid. I gotta soak up the squishy baby'ness that's still left.

A day with sunshine, cousins, sisters? Marvelous.

Aunt Susie is the best stroller pusher in town.

Happy  Friday!!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

A little boost of edit.

I take a lot of pictures (Stop rolling your eyes, I see you. I realize you know this already.). Probably? More than half never end up anywhere because they didn't turn out quite right. Okay, maybe not half. But a lot of them.

You know, moving child equals blur sometimes. Or, there are times like below, where I have the wrong lens on for a "hold out the camera & shoot" (a la myspace 2007). Or sometimes the focus is all wrong, and it looks just plain bad. 

Sometimes I go through the photos later and find something that I'm glad I didn't just tap delete like I usually do. 

I'm not sure why, but I re-found this picture from her 11 month little picture session with me, and yea, our faces don't fit in the image. But so what? So, I'm using it for my before & after blog hop today. Some editing can always take a blah photo and amp it up a bit when it seems a bit hopeless.


{lightroom edit. used a preset, Color Creative Cp2 & tweaked a few other randoms}


Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

If you give a baby a raspberry...

...this is what you'll get.
A stained-face photo for the baby books. Gotta love it.


Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

In body limbo & a weight-loss update of sorts.

I hate this place I'm in right now. In body limbo.

I'm hoping that I'm not done with the weight loss yet, as I definitely need to lose another 15 (or more) pounds. But, I also am fearing for some reason that I'm at my standstill weight*. This is all just a guess, considering I don't have breastfeeding going for me anymore. We'll have to see.

But it's causing me some issues when trying to shop for a few pieces for my summer wardrobe, too.

See, we're going on vacation in May and then again in June to the beach. I need to have some appropriate bathing suits, shorts, cropped pants, etc. Shirts? Tanks? I got all that covered. I'm a top-hoarder. But bottoms? Not so much. 

Normally I'd be fine with just wearing stuff from the previous summers. Heck, it's not like I need to impress the other moms at the playground. 

The problem is, nothing fits. It's all too big. I know, it's a good problem to have. I try to remind myself of that. But, shorts, capris, and other summery items hanging off my tush? Or falling off my waist? Isn't going to work. Even my things from summers previous to last? Nope. I weigh even less now than I did on my wedding day nearly 4 years ago. [Trust me, I tried on my wedding dress last week just to confirm. The thing had so much room around my chest & back, I could have snuck a little person in there. fo' real.]

I'm in weight limbo. I kind of hate that. Yesterday, I went out with birthday money in hand. I took shorts two sizes smaller than I wore last summer (post-baby mind you) in the dressing room, and they didn't fit. Too tight. Majorly. Granted, at least I could button them, but still? They weren't working for me.

I absolutely, 100% refuse to buy shorts in only one size smaller than what I wore last year. Last summer? I was probably about 35lbs heavier. How can that be? It makes no sense to my brain. Shouldn't I look like a hot model by now? I kid.

So, I leave store after store empty handed. Slightly disappointed, too.

Maybe it's because I'm stubborn. Maybe. But, I just can't bring myself to still buy these fat sizes. 

Which leaves me where I'm at now.

In a tank top and long jeans on an 85 degree day like yesterday. Which is fine. I can rock that. Or maxi dresses. But, dang it. I hate being in limbo. Not knowing if I'll drop some more weight, or if I'm stuck here. If I'll splurge on some clothes, only to have them not fit again in a few weeks.

And I realize this is a completely shallow, woe-is-me but not really post.

But, at least I'll leave you with a picture. 'Cuz pictures are always fun. 

The quick breakdown is this:

I've lost 27lbs. So, I'll show you those pictures. I know, 27lbs? Couldn't I have picked a more rounder number? I'm weird like that. Whatever. If you want to see how fat I was when I started, you can see them here. I refuse to re-post those yuckity-yuck pictures again. That is, until I've lost an amazing 40lbs or something, and Weight Watchers needs some dramatic before & afters and want to pay me billions to advertise for them. But I digress.

So, I'm officially 20lbs under my pre-pregnancy weight. Since starting Weight Watchers the first week in January, I've lost 27lbs on the program (but still had 7'ish lbs of pregnancy flub to lose). Got it? Good.

So here I am today. Actually, yesterday.

Getting healthier everyday, right?

Anyway. I can't wait to be out of weight-limbo and just to a place of maintaining a healthy one. Honestly. Cannot.wait. Unfortunately (or fortunately), it still requires some more hard work to get there.

Can anyone relate to that? Anyone...?

[*Just to clarify, I've yet to run into a plateau and have had consistent weight loss since the beginning. It's only been a recent fleeting thought that I may be running into that.]


Happy Tuesday!

Monday, April 11, 2011

All good things must come to an end.

This is kind of emotional for me, if I'm being honest.

But, I've written about my breastfeeding journey a few times on here. It's been a very important part of this whole motherhood thing for me.

It was something that was ours. Our time together. My way to provide for her. It became something I felt passionate about. The importance of it. The way we worked through the hardships & overcame them. It was a personal victory of mine. 

I set a goal, and as I reached & then surpassed each goal I felt so accomplished. A personal choice for me and my family that seemed to work with our lifestyle. 3 months. Check. 6 months. Check. After we passed 6 months with flying colors, nursing was a breeze. An absolute breeze. At that point is when I made the choice to just keep going. Because? Why not?

My new goal would be 12 months if it worked for us.

Well, it was still working for me. [As my boobs can attest. Can we say OW?] But, apparently, my little miss. independent decided this past weekend she was done with it. In this circumstance, both parties have to agree, you see. She wasn't having it, anymore.

I knew something was up. A few days prior to The Quit she stopped nursing before bed. Pushing me away and wanting nothing to do with 'them'. In fact, every bit of her body language was saying, "Just put me in my crib, damn it!" (Except, I'd like to think she wouldn't curse with that cute little voice of hers. But yea.) A few minutes later? She would be fast asleep.

I didn't think too much of it.

Until the next day, when after 12-13 hours at night went by, and surely the kid should be starving, and she refused me again. And then again. Again. Again. Again. [As you know, *I* do not like giving up. Hence, why I was persistent.]

She didn't want to nurse. At all. 

After a few other attempts over the next two days during our normal nursing times that all ended the same way, I knew it was done.

My mom-gut just confirmed it. We made it to 11 months. Not 12. 

While I kind of want to be all "whoa is me, I didn't reach my goal" (and trust me, I did say that a few times and had a few good cries), I also know, we had a really good run. And I did reach my goal. My original goal of 3 months? I blew that out of the water. Then six months. Etc.

For my first baby, we had eleven (ELEVEN! Longer than the time she was in my belly!) challenging, wonderful and great months of breastfeeding. I'm really proud of that. I am.

I have always followed her signs with all phases and changes that come with baby'dom. You know, when to be unswaddled, feeding her solids, table foods, nap routines, etc. It's never failed me yet to let her lead.

And clear as day, she told me she was done with this stage of life, too. 

My eyes well up with tears when I think about it being over. But, I'm okay. She is healthy & perfect, and I'm just grateful that it worked out for so long.

My baby's growin' up.

But, I'll miss it.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

11 Months Old

Our sweet Emeline,

You are eleven months old today. One month shy of being a big one year old. I know, I know--I'm going to say it,  I can't believe it. I feel like the days and weeks go by so fast since you've been here with us.

You are such a little lovey girl. Your personality is hysterical. Whether you're giggling with delight, shaking your head 'no' at all the appropriate times, making your squishy face, sticking your tongue out, or playing a 'game' (peek-a-boo, etc). You like to play the "So BIG!" game, and you raise your arms to get tickled, too. You clap all the time, you adore swaying & dancing to music. You are just pure fun.

I find myself perma-smiling when we're together and playing. You're just so silly and sweet all wrapped into one. I truly, truly enjoy all the time I get to be with you. You're my right hand gal. 

This month you made my heart leap when you finally muttered the forever-awaited, "Ma-Ma". I don't know why you've been holding out on me, but it was worth the wait. You have a little vocabulary of babbles & 'words'/sounds/inflections that is cute and ever expanding.

This month came with more independence than your momma is ready to handle. You just seem to need me less and less. You dropped out your bedtime nursing session for a few days, then, yesterday you quit nursing cold turkey. There was nothing I could do to get you to nurse. It definitely made me a little sad, but, I've always followed your cues. You know when you're ready for the next thing. We had a great run with it, little girl. Eleven months of breastfeeding. You were a champ. I enjoyed that time with you more than you'll ever know.

This month, you got teeth! Finally. Your bottom left one is about halfway up, and the one right next to it has just broke through. They were giving you trouble for a few nights, and Daddy & I gave you lots of cuddles. I'm hoping the pain is done now since you slept for 12.5 hours straight last night. Speaking of sleep, it's getting better. You are still a napping champ. Thank you for that.

You aren't taking steps on your own yet. You can take a few steps while we hold your hands, and you can walk along furniture & crawl up steps faster than lightening. You can also stand for a little bit independently, but then you gracefully drop to your knees & speed crawl wherever you want to go. 

On our scale at home you are weighing about 19.5lbs, you wear 6-12 month clothing, and a size 3 shoe.

You eat pretty much any and everything. So far? You are a rockstar-eater. We're so glad you're not too picky at the time being. Hopefully, it'll stay that way. :)

Sweet girl, although your new found independence makes my momma heart stretch & pull a bit, I'm so glad you're a healthy, growing, beautiful little lady.

Your daddy and I love you with all our hearts.




How you looked this month:

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Saturday Morning Scene

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Friday, April 8, 2011

I just like to take pictures.

Sometimes I go through my photos from the week and realize I didn't get to share. I know, I know. I don't have to share them all. But sometimes, I just wanna.

We got one nice, warm park day this past Monday. And you better believe we soaked that bad-boy up. It felt so good. A pavillion picnic. Cousins. The park. Swings. What else could be better?

So, since all I can dream think about is warm weather, this is what I'm sharing. Maybe this is becoming more of a photo blog. Maybe it's not. But, taking pictures is one of those things that fills my cup. 

No, I'm no professional. At all. But, it brings me joy. Gives me some sort of creative outlet. Let's me express some of that artistic side that is (duh) very much inside me. It's oddly fulfilling for me. Taking photos all the time was never a goal of mine, it just somehow morphed into that. I'm okay with it. 

So, sit back, relax & enjoy your Friday, mmk?

I have my sister to thank for some of these photos, too!

My sister is pretty much the best & coolest aunt ever. Emeline adores her. 

Dreaming of warmer days....

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Thankful Thursday

This morning at swim class, I just really enjoyed my time with my girl.

Despite all the other moms & babies/toddlers in the pool, it felt like it was just us. I'm so proud of how well she's doing. It seems silly, I know---but, she's doing so good. She knows how to hold her breath & close her eyes when going under. She can even climb out of the pool fairly well with only a little help from me. 

I love that she loves the pool. In fact, we re-upped for another session of classes. Seeing her progress has made me realize I want to continue the good thing we've got going. I'm thrilled that she's not scared of the pool & is learning the tools to be safe in water. 

I so never thought I'd be the mom that does swim classes, but I'm glad we did.

I'm thankful for our time together. All of it. Which is a lot. I'm grateful beyond words of the time I get to spend with her. I'm fairly sure that oozes from my pours. Really


I'm thankful for how much love I've felt from all of you this week. The comments, the emails, the birthday wishes. 

You know how to make a girl feel loved. Thank you.


I'm thankful for my camera. Gee, ya think?


I'm thankful that Spring is coming. Well, it's here according to the calendar but not according to the weather. I'm clinging with all of me to the few days we have coming up that resemble spring-like weather. It's so good for my soul.



I'm thankful that Emeline's 1st birthday plans are underway. I am however, NOT thankful for the idiot that stole our invitations directly from the package last week. I'm not even kidding.

I am thankful that Vista Print was super nice & had them re-shipped immediately even though it wasn't their fault but the postal services. I can always, always appreciate good customer service. 

So, thank you VP. From one almost-on-the-edge-of-a-breakdown mother. Sincerely.


I'm thankful for gift cards. Call me lame, but I think gift cards are The Best birthday gifts, ever. I get to spend money on myself, guiltless! Which is awesome. Considering I normally feel too much guilt to spend said money on things for me.

So, a few gift cards are always fun after birthday's. You will find me at the mall this weekend. Possibly.


I'm thankful for a husband who says, "Let's make a to-do list of things to get done around the house this weekend." Despite my lack of list-loving...I know its necessary and things have gone by the wayside.

I appreciate him making sure it happens. 

Maybe you won't find me at the mall this weekend, after all.


What are you thankful for?

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The things that made yesterday awesome.

A low key day, celebrating year 26.

Emeline muttered the forever-awaited "Ma-Ma" the day before.. My heart melted and I may have let out a tear in the shoe aisle of DSW. She continued to say it all day yesterday.
Woke up to realize that She gave me the gift of sleep. I had joked with her about sleeping all the way through the night (which hasn't happened in ages). She did. Eleven Hours. Woke up feeling refreshed. What a gal.

A typical morning home with Eme. Who wasn't here last year. Hello? That made my birthday 100% more amazing. Photos, photos, and more photos.

A surprise blog post by my husband that made me both cry and laugh. That man? Is seriously awesome. Trust me, I'm aware of how blessed I am. What a guy. [See? There are definitely perks to knowing each other's passwords to everything.] I had no blog post planned for my birthday since I didn't know WHAT to write. But? He had that up his sleeve for over a week. 

The few texts & calls I got to wish me a happy birthday. Why? Because I'm not on facebook now, which eliminated everyone's 'free pass' at knowing when my birthday is. So, it at least showed me the people who care enough to know. Which was nice.

Birthday Picnic. We sort of have a little tradition of birthday picnics. But the weather yesterday? Was HORRID. As in, winds that almost took our deck-railings down (again), and rain that beat on our windows. Declan brought us home food on his lunch break, and we had a living room picnic.

We improvised. It worked. And the best part? Even Emeline joined us on the floor (thanks to her highchair that turns booster-seat), and she thought it was fun to eat with us, too.

Sigh. Me loves him.

Declan then surprised me by telling me he took the afternoon off to spend with us. Bliss. That was a gift in and of itself. 

Birthday Balloons. A tradition he's had for going on 9 years now. The number of balloons obviously corresponds with my age. As you can imagine, I question him every year about what he plans to do when I'm 102 years old. He assures me that he will (duh) get me 102 balloons. This year was the first year he did mini-balloons. Which was cute.

Eme got a kick out of them.

We walked the mall. With no plans, no agenda, and just enjoyed our rainy day. 

I got a new watch that I love. 

My parents came over to hang out with our girl while we went to our small group.

My friends from my church small-group made me a birthday cake.

They sang to me.

And somehow? Despite the birthday cake I devoured, I even managed to hit my 27-lb weight loss yesterday. 

What a Happy Day it was.


happy wednesday!