Every time the season changes, I end up with a wish list in my mind of items that I'd really like for spring. Usually, it's just something that goes along with the trend, but I always picture it a certain way in my mind. My #1 wish list item right now is an oversized clutch. However, I don't want it structured. I'd like a slouchy, oversized envelope clutch. I'm not having much luck finding one. Oh, plus, a neutral color is a must. Other items for fall:
1. leather pencil or A line skirt
2. striped blazer and cardigan
3. heather grey tights
4. cognac flats
5. burgundy anything
6. And sooo many shoes...
Monday, September 17, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
aaaahhhh!
Kieran has turned into a climber. He climbs EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVERYTHING! What did I do to deserve this??
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Dropping pounds...(hopefully)
I've just started counting calories with a myfitness app on my phone. We'll see how it goes! I'm trying to drop two pounds a week; We shall see!
Saturday, July 21, 2012
It's been a year...
I can't believe my stinkbug is now a year old. It's been an absolutely crazy year--the hardest, but also the best of my life. I love my little guy more than life itself. We've been in the throes of party planning--pics to come. :)
Random: We were demonstrating piggie sounds to Kieran right after singing happy birthday to him yesterday. Now, everytime we sing him happy birthday, he makes his version of an oink. I guess that is an appropriate sound, as I'm sure much pigging out will ensue when he gets his cake...
Random: We were demonstrating piggie sounds to Kieran right after singing happy birthday to him yesterday. Now, everytime we sing him happy birthday, he makes his version of an oink. I guess that is an appropriate sound, as I'm sure much pigging out will ensue when he gets his cake...
Monday, July 2, 2012
July!
My birthday is in 4 days!! I'm six years old when it comes to my birthday--I can't help it! I love presents; I love cake; and I love time with the people I love. A birthday is the perfect time to combine those three beautiful things. Normally, I have my birthday planned for about six months in advance. This year, I've been spending all of my time planning my little stinkbug's first birthday party! His birthday is 13 days after mine. Thankfully, when the depression of my birthday being over hits, I can focus on the last minute finishing touchups for his bug party! I handmade beetle invitations and am working on all of the party decorations, etc. July is going to be a great month!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Stinkbug is now ten months old--as of ten days ago. In some ways, it feels like it has been FOREVER since he was born, forever since I had a day to myself, forever since I woke up to silence rather than cries, and forever since I didn't know what it felt like to be a mom. In other ways, it is absolutely paralyzing to think about how fast it feels like it is going. Planning began about a month ago for my bug's first birthday party. I'm keeping the theme under wraps for the moment. I have already spent over an hour handmaking the first invite. It will start going faster from here now.
A snapshot of my guy at ten months old:
Personality:
He is stubborn. You can move him away from something (namely the entertainment center and all of those glorifying buttons and lights) 20 times and he will keep going back. He is learning what no means, as he pulls his hands back quickly if we walk towards him. He gets a minute or two in the playpen everytime he touches it. To him, this is utterly devastating. However, not quite devastating enough to keep him going in for another blissful button push. You can move him to another room, even handing him toys he hasn't played with in a long time, and he will head right back into the living room towards the entertainment center. His other blissful haven? The bathroom. He saw me unroll toilet paper and his eyes lit up. He was smitten. Now every time the door is open, he will speed crawl (while squealing) towards the door to stare at the toilet paper and to stand against the edge of the bathtub to stare longingly inside, wishing for water and a way to get into said water. He is also a total and complete ham. He adores strangers and squeals and yacks at them until he gets their full attention. Every great so often he has started playing shy and ducking his head into my shoulder; this lasts for about 5 seconds. Anything action that is followed by a laughter reaction is automatically repeated. He bumps his head; we laugh at his reaction. He does it again. He has started lying flat and laying his head on his arms in a dejected pose when he is frustrated. And, my, oh my, the fits. He started screaming (with a pouty lip) and kicking his legs when I would not feed him ice cream. He had no idea what it was, but he was pretty darn sure he wanted it. When I put it down and tried to pick him up, he slapped my hands away. I have a feeling that while I adore his huge personality now, it is going to make for some hellish toddler years. Oddly enough, I'm still looking forward to them. If we can all survive them, we can make it to the first Science project we get to do together! Sean and I can't wait! My only true lament at this point, he is STILL not sleeping through the night. He gets up 2-3 times a night to nurse. This will be ending shortly, as I have no plans to breastfeed forever and I refuse to give him anything that will cause tooth decay at night. He is a little yacker and yammers away all day. :)
Words:
Mama, Daddy, Hi, Dog, (He loves saying, "hi, dog!" to the dogs in the morning), ta-da, more, water, outside, cat, no-no, alligator, "oh, my gosh," "ada" (which is both grandma and grandpa), thank you, ice chest, diaper, bye-bye, and more I can't remember.
Favorite things:
Crawling away naked during diaper changes, his wooden stacker toy, cups full of water (or barley tea?), peekaboo, getting tossed in the air or "dropped," mirrors, baths, the dog kennels, any animal on God's green earth, and food of any kind, crawling, pulling up (on everything) (You have to be careful if you are wearing loose pants as he will pull up on pant legs), walking along furniture, talking, and doing anything dangerous (flinging himself face first off of steps).
I just can't get enough of that little boy. I love you, Stinkbug!!
A snapshot of my guy at ten months old:
Personality:
He is stubborn. You can move him away from something (namely the entertainment center and all of those glorifying buttons and lights) 20 times and he will keep going back. He is learning what no means, as he pulls his hands back quickly if we walk towards him. He gets a minute or two in the playpen everytime he touches it. To him, this is utterly devastating. However, not quite devastating enough to keep him going in for another blissful button push. You can move him to another room, even handing him toys he hasn't played with in a long time, and he will head right back into the living room towards the entertainment center. His other blissful haven? The bathroom. He saw me unroll toilet paper and his eyes lit up. He was smitten. Now every time the door is open, he will speed crawl (while squealing) towards the door to stare at the toilet paper and to stand against the edge of the bathtub to stare longingly inside, wishing for water and a way to get into said water. He is also a total and complete ham. He adores strangers and squeals and yacks at them until he gets their full attention. Every great so often he has started playing shy and ducking his head into my shoulder; this lasts for about 5 seconds. Anything action that is followed by a laughter reaction is automatically repeated. He bumps his head; we laugh at his reaction. He does it again. He has started lying flat and laying his head on his arms in a dejected pose when he is frustrated. And, my, oh my, the fits. He started screaming (with a pouty lip) and kicking his legs when I would not feed him ice cream. He had no idea what it was, but he was pretty darn sure he wanted it. When I put it down and tried to pick him up, he slapped my hands away. I have a feeling that while I adore his huge personality now, it is going to make for some hellish toddler years. Oddly enough, I'm still looking forward to them. If we can all survive them, we can make it to the first Science project we get to do together! Sean and I can't wait! My only true lament at this point, he is STILL not sleeping through the night. He gets up 2-3 times a night to nurse. This will be ending shortly, as I have no plans to breastfeed forever and I refuse to give him anything that will cause tooth decay at night. He is a little yacker and yammers away all day. :)
Words:
Mama, Daddy, Hi, Dog, (He loves saying, "hi, dog!" to the dogs in the morning), ta-da, more, water, outside, cat, no-no, alligator, "oh, my gosh," "ada" (which is both grandma and grandpa), thank you, ice chest, diaper, bye-bye, and more I can't remember.
Favorite things:
Crawling away naked during diaper changes, his wooden stacker toy, cups full of water (or barley tea?), peekaboo, getting tossed in the air or "dropped," mirrors, baths, the dog kennels, any animal on God's green earth, and food of any kind, crawling, pulling up (on everything) (You have to be careful if you are wearing loose pants as he will pull up on pant legs), walking along furniture, talking, and doing anything dangerous (flinging himself face first off of steps).
I just can't get enough of that little boy. I love you, Stinkbug!!
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Worry
I can't stop thinking lately. And worrying. I'm worrying about whether or not Kieran will ever be weaned, then I worry about how I'll feel when he is. I worry he'll never get over his separation anxiety, then I worry about whether he'll love me when he doesn't need me. I worry about how I'll get through another day of a nine-month-old who needs me CONSTANTLY, then I worry about him getting growing so fast. Worry...worry...worry.
So many moms I know just seem to absolutely love being a mom. I do love my son, and I think I love it overall. But, my goodness, it is hard! Harder than I ever imagined it would be. I don't know how so many moms just seem to have it all together. I don't. I feel like I'm drowning 90% of the time. Okay...take that back, 99% of the time. And then I get back to the worrying and worry that I'm just not enjoying it enough. That I'm not enjoying the experience enough, after all, I hear constantly that it goes by SO FAST, as if I don't know that at this point.
I do enjoy the small moments--those moments where a little face with milk dripping down his cheek looks up at me and grins a half-toothless grin and whispers, those moments where he pulls up on something (He is indiscriminate about what he pulls up on at this point...a bra strap, a table, a toy, etc.) and makes excited little "haaa haaa haaa" sounds, those moments where he focuses and touches a new texture with his tiny index finger, and those moments where he just wants cuddles from his mommy. I love this boy so much it feels like I will explode. Btw, I am utterly repulsed at myself for perpetuating the constant mom-isms ("you blink and they are grown up," "You'll love them so much you won't believe it," etc.) that will drive you NUTS as a first time mom. But most of them are true. You worry. You love. You want more sleep, but you wouldn't give up the quiet night time moments. You want the waking up constantly to end, but you DREAD the last time you will get up to feed that baby. It's an absolutely insane experience and I think in the end it will be worth it...at least at this point, I have hope it will.
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