Friday, December 27, 2013

Wait! There's a Baby in There?

at 33 weeks pregnant, i think evelyn's finally starting to understand what's happening inside my growing belly—there's a baby in there! sometimes she talks about her baby brother and how he'll sleep in her old room ("the baby room," not to be confused with "the big girl room") when he arrives.

earlier this week, after i'd given her a bath, i was sitting on the floor and helping her into her pajamas as she stood in front of me. before she was completely dressed, she grabbed the front of my tank top and peered down my shirt. then she lifted a leg and tried to step inside. she was trying to climb inside of my shirt. it was weird. i asked, "what are you doing, silly?" and she replied, pointing at my tummy, "i want to get in there with my baby brother." 

it was so funny and sweet! i hope i never forget that.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Evelyn is Two!

at two years old, evie loves dressing up, tea parties, singing, dancing, bath time, sesame street and reading books. her favorite song to sing is old macdonald had a farm (but now that it's christmas time, her new favorites are jingle bells and jingle bell rock). her favorite tv show is the wiggles. her latest best quotes: (1) "that's daddy. it's name is jeff." (2) "i'm so happy." (3) "daddy's laying on a elephant!"

since evie's really into sesame street—the characters, the books, everything—it wasn't hard to come up with a birthday party theme this year.

there were mostly adults at the party, which made me feel a bit silly for putting so much effort into the sesame street decor, but i like to think evie appreciated it. for the kiddos (there were five kids ages two through six, plus two babies) i set up a kids' station: a table covered with crayons, sesame street coloring books, sesame street puzzles, stuffed animals, stickers, board books and more.

we gave each kid a sesame street party favor. the big kids got crayons, goldfish, cookies and sesame street stickers, and the babies got a sesame street board book, sesame street bath bubbles and an elmo bath book.

evie told me her favorite part of the party was getting to eat a cupcake. not opening a zillion presents or playing with her friends or getting to see all of her favorite family members. eating a cupcake. she about peed her pants when everyone sang happy birthday to her, she was so excited. it was really fun to see her like that.

no birthday party is complete until the birthday girl gets a new bike, right? our friends gave evie this cute little training bike to scoot around on, and even though evie's legs aren't quite long enough yet, she absolutely loves it. 

happy birthday, evie girl! the past two years have been the most meaningful and rewarding of my life—and i hear they only get better from here. i don't know how that could be, but i can't wait to find out. i love you all the world!

Sunday, December 15, 2013

We're Goin' On a Tree Hunt

it was about twenty degrees outside the day we went to the tree farm to find the perfect christmas tree. evie wore three pairs of pants, a long-sleeve tee, a sweatshirt, a big puffy coat, two hats, two pairs of gloves, two pairs of socks, and boots. it was the weekend after what i call our "extreme weekend of potty training" (when we let evie run around the house half-naked and peeing everywhere; we raced her to the bathroom every few minutes to sit on the potty and read "big girl" potty books and talk about wearing "big girl" undies). (that weekend's another story.) since evie had only been wearing undies for a few days, we hauled the potty seat and travel potty with us, crossing our fingers we wouldn't have to undress her in below-freezing temps and help her go tinkle in the middle of the tree farm. (luckily, we didn't.)

we found the perfect tree in record time. and by "we" i mean jeff, because i was more interested in taking pictures and hanging out with evie. it's the first year we (jeff) got a tree that's the right size for our living room! we always forget how tall our ceilings are, so we end up with something that's either too tall or way too short. 

it officially feels like christmas now!

Friday, December 6, 2013

Dear Baby

dear baby,

get this: i'm 30 weeks pregnant, the only photo i have of us was taken almost two months ago, and i'm just now getting around to writing my first letter to you. things sure are different the second pregnancy around. i promise this isn't an indication of what's to come, though; you'll still get a baby book and sticker calendar to mark all of your firsts, just like your sister did. you'll get over-the-top birthday parties, too. and you'll be loved just as much as evie is.

last night, a friend asked me if i was looking forward to giving birth again. i replied enthusiastically, "yes! i can't wait." and it's true. i can't wait to pack your little bag with tiny tees and pants and a hat for you to wear on the way home from the hospital. i can't wait for the labor and pain, for the mountain i'll have to climb before getting to meet you, for the indescribable feeling of accomplishment after bringing a precious life into the world. i can't wait to look into your blue eyes for the first time, the two of us exhausted and curious. will both of your eyes open all the way? will you have red hair like your sister, or light brown like i imagine? after the excitement of labor is over and we're left alone in that hospital room, i can't wait to get to know you.

when your sister was born, i had no clue what to expect. i didn't know the love i had for my baby could grow so big or so fast, or for so long. i love evie more every day. now, it doesn't feel like my heart has any room to grow, but i know it will double in size. i know i'll love you more and more with every passing day. 


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Kids Say the Darndest Things!

evie's not quite two, so we haven't yet experienced any of the embarrassing public outbursts or uncomfortable questions about strangers-within-earshot that other parents seem to talk about (e.g., "what's wrong with her nose, mommy?"). last weekend, though, evie said her first "darndest thing." 

the three of us were on the floor reading books together. i sat crisscross applesauce, my pregnant belly looking quite large under my gray long-sleeve tee. jeff was sprawled out across the floor with his head resting on my knee. 

after a few minutes, evie looked at us and said, in all seriousness, "daddy's laying on a elephant."

jeff and i looked at each other for a second to make sure we'd heard right (had she mistaken my baby bump and me for a giant zoo animal?), and then jeff started laughing so hard that no sound came out. i (the elephant?) wasn't as amused, but jeff's laugh made me laugh, so pretty soon we were both in hysterics. evie thought she'd made a great joke, so she repeated it over and over with a grin so wide and long-lasting you'd think her mouth was stuck that way. 

"daddy's laying on a elephant! daddy's laying on a elephant! haha!"

jeff and evie started to cry; they were laughing so hard. i cried a little, too, but not because i was happy. 

shoot. do i really look like an elephant? i thought. i sure feel like one these days!

Friday, November 8, 2013

Fall, We Love You.

after halloween, it seems we're all so eager for christmas we neglect the last precious weeks of fall. we forget to soak up the bright orange trees, the crisp dry air, and the smell of campfire smoke from the first fireplace fires of the season. (if someone made a campfire-scented candle, i'd buy it. i love that smell.) our street is lined with beautiful trees that turn colors in early october and flutter to the ground a couple weeks later. evie likes to pick them from the branches, step on them, run through them and throw them in the air to watch them flutter to the ground again.

the trees, the air, jean jackets, cozy socks, fires in the fireplace, pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin pie, school supplies, sweaters, boots—i love everything there is to love about fall. it's the best time of year. we're definitely not in any hurry for christmas.  

{a quiet moment after one of our fall strolls}

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Hawaiian Wedding

jeff cries at every wedding we go to. (he's a softie, and i love him for it.) i cry sometimes, when the couple writes their own vows like our friends mike and lauren did. they had an intimate little wedding in kailua-kona, with about twenty guests. i was loving the vibe. we actually got to hang out with them for a couple days before they got married, and we got to talk to them—to the bride and groom!—at the wedding. at so many of our friends' weddings (and at ours), the bride and groom are too busy thanking all of their guests (and dancing for their guests, and giving toasts, and so on) to have meaningful, personal conversations with anyone. this was completely different. we felt like such a big part of mike and lauren's special day.

they were so happy, it was contagious. lauren didn't care that her dress was three inches too long or that she didn't know how to tie the bustle. she didn't care about her heels sinking into the grass or the torrential downpour during dinner. she smiled so wide, and mike smiled just as big, and they laughed and celebrated with family and friends all evening. 

after cocktails at sunset, we had dinner at a cute little restaurant nearby. it rained like crazy. we were outside under a tin roof that couldn't protect us. some of us had to get up and move to the other side of the table, so we all squeezed together, which made everything even more romantic and memorable. the whole day was just so natural, and happy.