Thursday, July 5, 2012

fourth of july baby

my sweet girl is already six months old. can you believe it? i sure can’t. she’s sitting up, babbling, eating solid foods, and is a heck of a lot more fun to be around than she was here. she’s not quite old enough to appreciate fireworks or the fourth of july, but that didn’t stop me from dressing her up and taking hundreds (yes, hundreds) of photos as she played with a shiny red, white and blue lawn decoration yesterday.

my fourth of july was a lot different than it was last year. besides taking a ridiculous number of pictures, jeff and i made a delicious (and patriotic!) breakfast, played with evie on the grass, and watched kids light tame fireworks when the sun went down. we grilled veggie dogs and drank wine on the front porch, and then toasted marshmallows with our neighbors in the middle of the street, lounging among the debris after the last sparkler had died.

how did you celebrate america’s birthday?

Tuesday, March 6, 2012


Between taking care of a baby and planning a wedding, how does a girl find time to blog?


Sorry, guys! I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually. Until then, please enjoy this unbelievably adorable photo of my sumo-wrestler baby. Took it on our walk this afternoon. 

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

will you be my valentine? love, evie.

some days it's hard for jeff and me to resist dressing our two-month-old baby in one of her ruffly outfits and spending the entire morning snapping photos. we prop her on the couch or changing pad, one of us with the camera and the other making silly faces, trying to coax a smile. she doesn't always have as much fun as we do, though, so we have colorful rattles and pacifiers handy if she gets fussy. 

is that horrible?

i know we can't be the only new parents with this obsession!

besides, at this time in our lives, i consider us evie's support staff. she eats, sleeps and poops whenever she darn well pleases, and jeff and i are around to feed her and clean her and rock her to dreamland. so it's not like we have lives outside of the house right now, anyway.

here are some photos from our valentine's day shoot. :)

Friday, February 3, 2012

all there is to blog about is spaghetti sauce.

today was sort of a miracle. i wasn't tired! last night, evelyn slept for four straight hours, woke up at 2:30 a.m. for a quick feeding, and then went back to sleep for three more blissful hours. ahhhh. i'm completely refreshed.

so this afternoon while the little babe slept, i didn't nap. i didn't clean. i didn't pump milk into bottles like a cow. nope. instead i decided to make spaghetti sauce {with beef and sausage} in the crock pot. the house smells ah-ma-zing. freddie the cat thinks so, too. {check out the photos.}

and tonight? is date night!

{thank you for watching evie, mike and ginann!}

{and thanks, evie, for all the sleep you gave us last night!}

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

my (diaper) bag of tricks

it's official. the longchamp bag i once called my purse is now known as the diaper bag. it no longer contains lipstick, nail polish or menus from the downtown restaurants i've tried recently. instead it looks like a "babies r us" exploded in there.

here are some of my new essentials:

1. hand sanitizer. because you never know who's gonna want to touch your baby's face and hands after eating a greasy meal or handling money or something. (having a baby has made me a complete germ-a-phobe.)
2. this fun, vibrating rattle. evie will be grasping at objects any day now (according to my mom and my daily "what to expect the first year" emails!), so i keep this interactive rattle handy just in case she's feeling grabby.
3. a nuk pacifier. often the most important item in the diaper bag. (not even a dry diaper can calm evie down like this baby can!)
4. wipes in this cute case. (self explanatory.)
5. a change of clothes. evie's already blown through more diapers and onesies than i ever thought possible. 
6. newborn diapers.
7. a digital video camera to capture all the coos and gurgles.
8. nursing pads. (darn you, leaky nipples.)
9. a super cozy hat to cover evie's head and ears on our winter strolls.
10. boudreaux's butt paste for those nasty diaper rashes.
11. one of these aden + anais bamboo swaddle blankets
12. my trusty iphone (+ siri), who helps me when i have questions like "how much sleep should a six-week-old get?" and "is projectile spit-up normal!?" 
13. a homemade burp cloth. it's a cloth diaper with a fun fabric sewn down the center.

what's in your diaper bag? :)

Monday, January 30, 2012

let's party!

that's what our friends' daughter, charolette, was saying last weekend, anyway. 

she was running (er, toddling) around, giggling in excitement with frosting on her face. it was her second birthday. and she knows what birthdays mean: presents andeven bettercake! there were four babies at the party. (four!) so i didn't feel too guilty when evie cried or pooped through her pants. (whoops.)

watching charolette, it's hard to believe our little bundle will be that big one day. i just hope she's that cute and happy, too! :)

Thursday, January 26, 2012

a day in the life of baby and me

since becoming a mama, some of my friends have asked me things like: do you really not get to shower some days? and: newborns sleep, like, 16 hours a day, right? sounds pretty easy! 

so i thought it'd be fun to keep a log of a typical day with a five-week-old. it's definitely not easy.

here it goes...

8 a.m. when jeff leaves for work, evie stirs. she's making that cough-like sound in the back of her throat that means only one thing: i'm hungry! i scoop her up from the cradle that sits next to our bed and free her from the straightjacket-like swaddle she's been in for the last two hours. with a nursing pillow, iphone, water bottle, burp cloth and baby in tow, i shuffle downstairs to the couch. evie starts to cry, expressing her "late stage of hunger," according to one of the many baby books i read during pregnancy. i watch the today show through bleary eyes while she sucks down breakfast.

8:20 a.m. evie twists and grunts. she stops sucking for a moment, lifts her little eyebrows and releases an explosive, runny poop into her tiny diaper. i can't help but chuckle at the sound of it.

8:40 a.m. breastfeeding is done. i let evie stretch a bit (see below) before putting her over my shoulder for a few good burps and, most likely, a whole lot of spit-up.    

8:50 a.m. despite evie's screams of protest, i change her diaper and take off her fleece pajamas covered in spit-up. she thrashes her little legs while crying. i try to comfort her with kisses and a gentle hand on her chest, but she's inconsolable. (hey, i wouldn't like having my clothes ripped off by a giant, either!) as fast as i can, i put her in a onesie and pants and wrap her in a soft blanket, then pick her up and rock her while shhhhh-ing.

9:15 a.m. evie's crying has stopped but she's fussing and whining. one wrong move and she'll launch into an all-out wail. i pace through the living room, bouncing her on my shoulder while singing along to the radio. she seems to like it.

9:45 a.m. evie's asleep! i walk her upstairs to the nursery and gently place her in her crib. i tiptoe out of the room.

10 a.m. i get the video and audio monitors hooked up in the kitchen. i pour myself a bowl of cheerios and peel a banana, hoping i'll have enough time to scarf down breakfast and take a shower before she wakes up.

10:15 a.m. evie's awake. and hungry.

10:20 a.m. i feed her again. this time i check emails and read the latest tips from the "what to expect the first year" iphone app.

11 a.m. i change evie's diaper while she screams bloody murder.

11:20 a.m. after more rocking, bouncing and shhhh-ing, she's happy enough for "tummy time." on a fleece blanket, i put her on her tummy and lay down next to her.

11:21 a.m. evie's crying. i try calming her with a pacifier and more bouncing.

11:40 a.m. the fussing has stopped and evie's still wide awake, so i sit her on my lap and show her a photo album. "this is daddy, and that's grandpa, and that's uncle steven..."

12:05 p.m. evie's fast asleep in my arms. the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile and i wonder what she's dreaming about. she's so precious! i lay her down in a bassinet in the living room. i curl up on the couch next to it.

1:03 p.m. evie's grunting and letting out that cough-like cry again. i jump up off the couch to check on her.

1:05 p.m. we're back on the couch. i watch an episode of "what not to wear" while breast-feeding.

1:23 p.m. another explosion from the diaper area, this time dirtying her onesie and pants.

1:40 p.m. i change evie's diaper. and entire outfit. again. she doesn't cry this time. we walk around the house and i jabber on about nothing she can understand. when we pass a mirror, i stop and say, "who's that pretty girl?" she looks toward the mirror but seems to be staring into space. when we get bored, i sink back down onto the couch and read "us weekly" magazine aloud to her, cover to cover.

2:50 p.m. evie's fighting sleep. she's swaddled, sucking on a pacifier and swaying with me in a rocking chair.

3 p.m. she's out like a light.

3:05 p.m. i notice the house looks like it was hit with a tornado. the clean freak in me decides i can't shower or sleep until the bed is made, the blankets and burp rags are picked up off the floor, the dishwasher is unloaded and the cat box doesn't smell like sewage. i get to work.

4:28 p.m. i finish just in time. evie's awake and hungry.

4:30 p.m. i feed her.

5:02 p.m. jeff is home from work. hallelujah! he gives me a kiss. (have i brushed my teeth today? i can't remember.) jeff's just in time to burp evie and change her diaper, which he does gladly. he's excited to see his baby girl.

5:10 p.m. time to pump. (we'll need enough bottles stocked up for when evie starts daycare.) pumping still feels uncomfortable and weird, but i gather my supplies, slump onto the couchagainand turn on the machine. i feel like a cow.

5:30 p.m. i'm done pumping. i wash the plastic pieces and store the milk while jeff plays with evie. and then there's a horrible pain in my stomach. i've hardly eaten anything all day! i grabbed plenty of handfuls of whatever was in the fridge every time i walked by it, yes, but string cheese and blueberries hardly make for sufficient meals. starving, i search the freezer for something easy to heat up for dinner.

5:50 p.m. i eat my lasagna with one hand while holding evie as she drifts off to dream land.

6:10 p.m. evie's sound asleep. i remember her laundry hamper is packed to the brim, so i throw a load in the washing machine. jeff and i turn on a movie.

7:15 p.m. time to breast-feed.

8 p.m. jeff and i change evie's diaper while she screams. (one of us changes her, the other tries to calm her.) we slip her into a nightgown and swaddle her. it's amazing how those swaddles can stop even the loudest, most intense cries!

8:27 p.m. after the crying spell is over, evie and i settle into the rocking chair in her nursery. i read "the three little pigs" out loud, even though she can't understand a word of it. she drifts off to the sound of my voice. i lay her down her in the cradle.

8:30 p.m. evie's awake. and fussing. i turn the white noise machine up as loud as it will go and sit in the dark bedroom, rocking her to the sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore. it's enough to knock me out. i'm exhausted.

8:56 p.m. she's snoozing soundly once again. i make my way back downstairs to jeff and the movie, but who am i kidding? i'll fall asleep the second my head hits the couch. forget it. i turn around, start back up the stairs and climb into bed without even changing out of the sweats i wore all dayand last night. (ew.)

11 p.m. more breast-feeding.

11:45 p.m. jeff changes evie's diaper on the floor next to our bed. she's crying.

11:50 p.m. frustrated, i rock and shhhh her. i think about the day we've had and wonder how long her fussiness and my exhaustion will last. a few more days? weeks? months? i close my eyes to hold back the tears. when i open them and look down at my little girl, she's smiling at me. her quiet smile is so deliberate, so thoughtful, as if to say, "thanks, mom, for everything you've done for me. keep it up. i promise it'll pay off!" this smile is different from the others she's flashed this week. her mouth is closed and her eyes penetrate mine. it's grown up. for a second i'm convinced she's an old soul who's been here before, back to remind me that being a mother is a tough job, but i'm doing great so far. i tear up again, this time because i'm happy.  

12:35 a.m. evie's finally asleep. i lay her in her cradle.

12:42 a.m. apparently her new trick is pretending to be asleep until i lay her down. now she's awake and fussing, wanting to be held. i scoop her up, and within seconds she's "asleep" again.

12:55-2 a.m. we play this game for awhile.

3 a.m. breast-feed.

3:35 a.m. diaper change.

6 a.m. breast-feed

6:28 a.m. diaper change.

8 a.m. breast-feed. and our day starts all over again. 

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

my fall wedding.

welp, now that the baby's here and the craziness of the holidays is over, there's nothing much left to do but plan a wedding! (in between feeding and burping and changing and cuddling a five-week-old, that is.)

i've always wanted to get married here. it's a rustic, cozy lodge buried in the mountains. and i've always wanted an october wedding. i haven't been to work since mid december, which means i've sort of lost track of time. to me it still feels like december. but today i checked the calendar on my phone andohmigosh!it's january 24 already? we need to start planning if we're going to pull this off. 

the only problem? i have no idea where to start. 

so today i did what any normal bride-to-be would do. instead of showering or doing laundry while evie slept, i perused pinterest for inspiration. (budgeting and creating a guest list might be bigger priorities at this point, but it's not as much fun.) 

{here are some of my favorite fall wedding ideas}

Friday, January 20, 2012

pizza + ice cream + baby = date night

these days, i'm lucky if i get to shower let alone dry my hair and put on makeup. since evie was born i've pulled this off only a few times. and only on the weekends when jeff is home and watching her. but it's wonderful, and something i look forward to each week. i never thought it'd feel so good to get dressed (in jeans that don't have a stretchy waistband!), wear lipgloss, and bat my freshly mascara-ed eyelashes. ahh.

(all you childless gals out there? don't take showering for granted!)

anywho, last weekend jeff and i braved the big city with the baby. we got ourselves and the diaper bag ready hours ahead of time, while evie was sleeping. when she woke up, i fed her, burped her, bundled her up and secured her in her car seat. the three of us were out of the house so fast you'd think it was on fire. see, evie needs to be fed every two and a half hours, so we're living in 2.5-hour increments. and i'm still not ready to whip out my boob and breastfeed in public, which means we race around town like crazy people while she sleeps. last weekend we made it all the way downtown for pizza and ice cream and back again before she woke up for her next meal!

here we are on our date, looking a bit sleepy, but showered and with blown-dried hair!

Monday, January 16, 2012

family day

my parents and grandparents came over on sunday to see evelyn. she had her first bottle, played on a blanket and even flashed us a smile! my mom says it's just gas, but i don't care. i love seeing that little face light up!