I don't know if you all are aware, but Fall is here my friends!!! It's finally cold enough for me to rightfully wear my hoodies and for my little bird to wear his footie pajamas! Score! I've been waiting for this time of year to roll around since Harvey was born. And he will be old enough to rip open presents! Does it get any better than a baby smile?
Harvey has become very very mobile in the last few weeks. He is getting really brave when it comes to walking. He stands very well on his own and is slowly but surely seeking out ways to walk. I'm not coming to terms with this yet. He's only 8 months old. He's too small to be walking, it looks silly!
We are nearing our first Halloween and I am hand making all of our costumes this year. We will be a family of owls. Owls! It's quick and easy. Cape of feathers, owl hat, and sweat pants. Quick and Easy is our way of life now. If I can't accomplish it in one hour it just isn't worth doing yet.
We took Harvey to a pumpkin patch, he's very much into slapping things, pumpkins included. So he got to sit in a pile of pumpkins and slap away! Can we say ON TOP OF THE WORLD!?!??!
I will have to upload pictures of said events later on. I'm currently speed writing this as my dough rises for our Stromboli! Yummm right? All thanks to our friends AJ and Sam for giving us the idea :) Veggie filled dough???? What in the world could go wrong?
And in closing- I'm finally back down to my pre-pregnancy weight and then even less than that! It took me every part of these last 8 months, but it feels amazing to put some of these clothes on and have them fall off.
Victory.
Welcome to my life- or life as I know it. On January 31st, 2012 my life changed in the most wild way- I gave birth to my first child. And here begins the chronicle of it all in addition to anything else I come across in my journey.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Life is for Learning
I feel like I've been missing a giant pot of information for the better part of my life. Having Harvey has meant a change in every part of my life. It's meant that I have really begun to realize what times are precious and what aren't.
Let me start with saying that I've never in my life been as thankful for a 10 minute shower as I am now. How many of you fellow moms have gone for at least two days without showering? I used to shower every day. I used to shave, every day. I used to just stand under the water and let every precious minute squeak by. Oh my oh my have things changed.
Now, maybe I'm a big softy and I should let him scream it out- but I can't handle it. I've tried putting him in the pack and play. He cries that "I'm being murdered" cry. I tried putting him in his walker. He stood beside of the bathroom and cried the same cry. I tried putting him in his high chair next to the shower with snacks and toys. Nothing works.
So, I resort to either taking him into the shower with me or waiting until there is another adult handy. Showering with a baby boy that refuses to be set down is interesting to say the least. I've become the master of the one handed scrub. I suppose the double shower is handy because we BOTH get clean and I get to forgo the side bend over our super tall bathtub later in the day.
It surely keeps my heart all in one piece. He thinks mommy's soapy head is hilarious and he enjoys slapping the water coming out of the shower head. He just likes to be held. He loves his mom- some day he won't want to show it as much. So I will be eating up every slobbery kiss, every cuddle, every hug and every single tear he sheds that is from wanting me close.
Shower? No thanks, I'll smell like I've rolled around in trash and ran a marathon before I let a moment of happiness for him slip by.
Let me start with saying that I've never in my life been as thankful for a 10 minute shower as I am now. How many of you fellow moms have gone for at least two days without showering? I used to shower every day. I used to shave, every day. I used to just stand under the water and let every precious minute squeak by. Oh my oh my have things changed.
Now, maybe I'm a big softy and I should let him scream it out- but I can't handle it. I've tried putting him in the pack and play. He cries that "I'm being murdered" cry. I tried putting him in his walker. He stood beside of the bathroom and cried the same cry. I tried putting him in his high chair next to the shower with snacks and toys. Nothing works.
So, I resort to either taking him into the shower with me or waiting until there is another adult handy. Showering with a baby boy that refuses to be set down is interesting to say the least. I've become the master of the one handed scrub. I suppose the double shower is handy because we BOTH get clean and I get to forgo the side bend over our super tall bathtub later in the day.
It surely keeps my heart all in one piece. He thinks mommy's soapy head is hilarious and he enjoys slapping the water coming out of the shower head. He just likes to be held. He loves his mom- some day he won't want to show it as much. So I will be eating up every slobbery kiss, every cuddle, every hug and every single tear he sheds that is from wanting me close.
Shower? No thanks, I'll smell like I've rolled around in trash and ran a marathon before I let a moment of happiness for him slip by.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Picture Day!
J and Little Bird |
I'm currently trying to use Photoshop. For anyone out there who has gone into this program as blind as I am- you'll understand why none of these images have been enhanced. I have no idea what I'm doing in there. I just click on random things until the picture is nearly unrecognizable.
Every person on earth that has learned how to master this is incredibly impressive in my book!
Someday in the near future, more pictures will be taken. More pictures that perhaps will be edited. But in the meantime, you can enjoy my novice attempts :)
Please note Harvey's look of terror in the picture above. He did NOT like mommy jumping. It may have been the worst 30 seconds of his life as I attempted to take a picture of the four of us all together.
Note to self- wishing you had grace and the leg power to jump more than an inch of the ground does not actually give you either of those things.
Just another thought that has come in more clearly as of late. I know that I've talked before about the benefits of our family now being substantially less fortunate when it comes to money, and how many wonderful things have come from that. I just want to share a few more things. I've been walking to most every store that I need to go to. Do you know why? To save on gas, especially now that it is almost 4 dollars a gallon. But, since I have started doing this, I weigh less than I did when I got pregnant with Harvey.
On a related note, I make dinner, lunch and breakfast every day. I do NOT go out anywhere any more to get an entire meal. ( We did splurge a little last night and go to a local cupcakery that has a date night special on Friday and Saturday. Six dollars for two coffees and two cupcakes!!) Making dinner every night leaves us both with left overs for lunch the next day.
We also can't afford to buy much outside of the fruit and vegetable department, which means we aren't eating a lot of processed anything anymore! Less money = more FRUITful life.
We are so much happier now that we don't eat garbage, we can not afford to be lazy and have a pizza night. It is glorious. I no longer have to wake up the morning after a "lazy" day and continue to feel terrible because I ate my weight in processed and grease covered food.
Here's to poverty. It's treating us well!
Monday, August 6, 2012
More of what I've learned...
Peas explosion |
What I've learned about my six month old in the past two weeks alone is enough to blow my mind. He's starting to crawl, crawl. How did we go from a little tiny blob of love to a moving and shaking infant? In only 6 months? He's learning to walk and I can't even convince myself to go on a run...
He is so vocal, there is a lot of babbling happening these days. When he discovers a new sound he can make, he uses it all day! Today, he realized he too could sound like donald duck and has been quacking every other breathe!
He's realized how fun his bath can be, and is quickly outgrowing his little tub and now reaching for the sides of the big tub his little one is resting in. I was just bathing him and realized that some day in the not so far future he's going to be an adult himself. Can I confess that just the thought brought me to tears? I love him so much and the thought of him being an adult tears my little heart out. I'm sure this will ease with time, but I'm not eager to let any minute slip away!
I've also realized that I have NO modesty when it comes to feeding my precious little chunk in public. I was a little weary about breastfeeding in public, but it has since become second nature. Whats it to ya if I pop out my milk maker?
He's gotta eat right?
Speaking of....I better run! He's ready to munch!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
New Discoveries
Enjoying a late lunch |
What the heck society??? Fortunately for Jason I'm almost always with him. But what about the unfortunate fellow that has wandered out to give his wonderful partner a rest and is now faced with a baby that needs a serious diaper change and has no where to go?!?!
Yes, he could go out to the car and do it in there, but why should he have to do that when women can just waltz on into the bathroom, quickly change their baby and be on with their shopping?
The only place that had a satisfactory bathroom situation was IKEA. (Of course they did, they suck you in with everything) IKEA had an entire family ROOM. So both mom, dad, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, granny and pappy could come in!
All I'm saying is to toss another fold down station into the men's room. They need it just as badly as the women do.
Another new discovery? Feeding Harvey real food. WHAT?!?! How is he already 6 months old? I thought that by the time he got to this point I would feel like he was old enough to not survive on breast milk alone. I WAS WRONG! He is very preferential to his breast milk, and only occasionally will tolerate eating something that isn't that. We've had a successful run with bananas, apples and frozen strawberries that he can suck on. Outside of that he mostly just likes to rub it all over his face.
Who am I to keep him from utter happiness? He obviously loves to wear it! We'll see what the next 6 months brings on the food front.
Monday, July 16, 2012
The perfect toast
I'm sitting here at 6:47 this morning feeling incredibly accomplished. I peed alone this morning- that in itself is a serious treat! I did all of the dishes in the sink that have been screaming at me for well over a week. I made a pot of coffee and poured all of its dark deliciousness into my favorite mug.
Side note on my mug- I recently purchased this mug on our trip across America. If you've read my previous blog you will note that I visited a little diner in Fort Collins by the name of Silver Grill. Again I will remind you of how much you are missing out on by not eating their cinnamon rolls- spend the 1,000 dollars it takes to get out there just to eat one. You will not be disappointed. You may never come back home. You may decide that that is the only cinnamon roll you'll ever eat again. And you know what? Not one person would blame you. You're family may throw you a giant party because of it!
Okay- back to the mug. Have you ever been to one of these "older" diners and had a mug that just keeps and keeps your coffee warm? It's this perfect thickness, it's a solid mug. Much unlike the free, yard sale, or clearance mugs that currently inhabit my cabinets. It's a dream come true mug. It's a mug that makes me think I'm living a real life novel. I am sitting at my kitchen table,though I should be showering, and I'm drinking this amazing coffee out of a mug that will keep it warm until next tuesday!
Before I got to drinking my delicious coffee this morning I had to eat. I'm not one of those people that can just nurse a beverage in the morning and "feel full". I need food. I need food as soon as I wake up. I try and tell myself that it is because I'm still nursing and requiring the extra 500 calories a day. Who am I kidding? As long as I can remember I have always been all about food. My day is planned around when my next meal is. I have long been in love with food. So I make toast this morning.
For 24 years, I've been doing it wrong. A few months ago- with the help of our great friends AJ and Sam, we found The Coffee Pot. It is another local place that makes me feel like I'm living the dream. The place is tiny. I mean tiny. It's run by a mother and daughter and a cook. Period. That's it. No more, no less. The dining area consists of a little bar butted up against the coffee station, four tables, and three booths. The walls are a Thomas Kincaid green and everything looks lived in. You feel at home when you walk in. We go there mostly for the home fries because they sprinkle magic into them. MAGIC. I don't know what it is they do that make them crispy and soft at the same time. I don't know what kind of onion they use that gives it this amazing flavor. But they do it, and they do it all with finesse. We occasionally order toast, and thanks to Jason I now know the secret.
How many of you just toss that toast in on a medium setting, eagerly await that terrible pop that sends you through the roof, spread on your solid of choice and go on with your day? All of you? I thought so. I too used to be a one pop kind of girl. And then I ate toast at The Coffee Pot. You'll smack yourself for not knowing this. Crank that toaster to a lower setting- let's say a two or light depending on your toaster. Push that lever down and let her rip, but when it pops- TURN THE TOAST AND DO IT AGAIN!
That's it?!?!?! That is the BIG secret that all of these diners have been doing to make their toast better than mine??! You better believe it.
Now- go forth and make toast. I've got a trip to IKEA calling my name.
Side note on my mug- I recently purchased this mug on our trip across America. If you've read my previous blog you will note that I visited a little diner in Fort Collins by the name of Silver Grill. Again I will remind you of how much you are missing out on by not eating their cinnamon rolls- spend the 1,000 dollars it takes to get out there just to eat one. You will not be disappointed. You may never come back home. You may decide that that is the only cinnamon roll you'll ever eat again. And you know what? Not one person would blame you. You're family may throw you a giant party because of it!
Okay- back to the mug. Have you ever been to one of these "older" diners and had a mug that just keeps and keeps your coffee warm? It's this perfect thickness, it's a solid mug. Much unlike the free, yard sale, or clearance mugs that currently inhabit my cabinets. It's a dream come true mug. It's a mug that makes me think I'm living a real life novel. I am sitting at my kitchen table,
Before I got to drinking my delicious coffee this morning I had to eat. I'm not one of those people that can just nurse a beverage in the morning and "feel full". I need food. I need food as soon as I wake up. I try and tell myself that it is because I'm still nursing and requiring the extra 500 calories a day. Who am I kidding? As long as I can remember I have always been all about food. My day is planned around when my next meal is. I have long been in love with food. So I make toast this morning.
Sunday morning at The Coffee Pot |
How many of you just toss that toast in on a medium setting, eagerly await that terrible pop that sends you through the roof, spread on your solid of choice and go on with your day? All of you? I thought so. I too used to be a one pop kind of girl. And then I ate toast at The Coffee Pot. You'll smack yourself for not knowing this. Crank that toaster to a lower setting- let's say a two or light depending on your toaster. Push that lever down and let her rip, but when it pops- TURN THE TOAST AND DO IT AGAIN!
That's it?!?!?! That is the BIG secret that all of these diners have been doing to make their toast better than mine??! You better believe it.
Now- go forth and make toast. I've got a trip to IKEA calling my name.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
What America Taught Us
The Rockies and My Family |
I think we all learned a little something about ourselves this trip.
Harvey learned that he reaches his breaking point at 12 hours in a vehicle. He also learned that no matter what mommy and daddy are trying to do- he always wins. We thought that going to visit the wildlife park would be an excellent idea. A one mile walkway with nothing on it- you just get to enjoy the animals from above. I don't think Harvey enjoyed much of it at all. We made it about 100 ft in when he started whimpering. Around the half mile mark we had gone from soft screams to a full on breakdown. You'd have thought Jason and myself were escaping from one of the animals. Our legs moved so quickly that I'm almost positive they were a blur beneath our feet. We bobbed and weaved through the crowds with such fluidity- I felt like a super hero. Here we are, zooming past these animals at light speed- and do you know what? Jason still has the where with all to snap some pictures! JOB WELL DONE!
It was tough- but we even left under budget. We're going to the one in Pittsburgh sometime this week to get more things.
Silver Grill Cafe in Fort Collins, CO |
I'm normally not one to boast- but I will be boastful about my boys. I have such beautiful men in my life! How did I ever get this lucky?
So all in all- I learned I love to feel like I've always been someplace. Harvey learned that his parents love him more than anything they ever thought they'd do. Jason learned that IKEA really is what it's all about.
PS: One thing we all learned- Silver Grill has the most amazing cinnamon rolls on earth.
PS: One thing we all learned- Silver Grill has the most amazing cinnamon rolls on earth.
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