Sorry for the absence. Dexter isn’t going to watch itself. Here are some random thoughts I’m having tonight:

1) People who don’t have a sense of humor annoy me. Lighten up, folks. No one takes you as seriously as you take yourself. Promise.

2) I saw a documentary about Bronies last night. So this morning, I decided to check out this My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic to see what the hoopla was about. It’s super cute but I’m not a Pegasister yet. However, my 13 month old son was totally into it. Baby Brony? Maybe.

3) Good things are on the horizon. Please keep sending those prayers, positivity, rainbow sparkles, whatever. It works!

4) Cute video of Henry practicing good self-esteem skills.

I’ll type up something more substantial later this week. We are almost through with season 6, so I’ll have lots of spare time soon. Unless anyone has any good Netflix recommendations?


Catching Up.

I know I haven’t blogged in a while. How professional mommy bloggers do it, I dunno. I usually spend any “free” time I have cleaning or cooking or trying to make myself presentable. Here’s an extremely abridged version of what I’ve been up to:

  • Still working a few hours a week and love it. The extra money goes toward paying my student loans, which takes that burden off of Chris and frees up that money for things like food.
  • We went to Florida to see my dad (I’ll write a separate post on the trip soon) and had a blast. I have become a semi-freaked out flyer as of late, I think from post-partum hormones. It’s such a ridiculous fear, I know, but now I feel better about it and I’m ready for our next trip whenever that is.
  • Henry turned 10 MONTHS OLD last week. He’s crawling, cruising, babbling up a storm, HILARIOUS, and almost walking. I just can’t get enough of him.  He’s got a hot temper, but he’s also very sweet and cuddly. My favorite? His baby kisses. Full heart in the house. I will write more on what he’s doing in a separate post too. Too much for bullet point format.
  • I’ve started working out at the gym again. I’ve lost around 6 pounds, which is great, but I need to get more serious. I don’t know how, but I’ll figure it out.
  • My dad had heart surgery, which had some complications, but he’s doing better now, thank the Lord (and not Voldemort). After a few days in the hospital, he’s recovering and the cardiologist is optimistic about his prognosis. Keep him in your thoughts though, would ya? I’ve been somewhat of a wreck over it. Also, somewhat = most extremely. My husband had to take a day off work because he didn’t want me being alone with the baby in the state I was in.
  • We’re getting ready for Halloween and Henry will be a baby Jedi, OF COURSE. You’ll see pics. Lots of pics.

Alright, I must go join the baby in dreamland. It’s 9:30 after all.

Here’s a picture of my big boy and a little Yoda. (sniffle). It’s not the best pic. He doesn’t want to sit anymore and he also knows how to get off the sofa by himself soooo…try to control that. You can’t.



My baby plays the guitar. I pick a banjo now.

Not feeling so motivated to blog today. There is a lot on my mind. Something in particular that really hurts my feelings and makes me sad. The time has come to where I just have to let go. Let the past be the past and move on. But it’s hard. I’m grateful that I have good friends and a caring husband to listen to support me. That helps.

So instead of a blog today, I’m going to post this video by Hootie, I mean Darius Rucker. I am a little obsessed with it. I love the original song by Old Crow Medicine Show because Chris put it on the very first mix CD he ever made me (do people do that anymore?) I get all emotional when I hear this song and Hootie Rucker does it beautifully.





Mad Lib time. Here are some of the adjective and adjective things happening to me right now. I choose fun and interesting. You might choose boring and lame. To each their own.

1) Henry had a low grade fever for over a week following his vaccinations. Nothing serious, but he was just really clingy and more fussy than usual. On Friday night, following a much-needed and delicious dinner with some friends at our abode, I finally broke down and gave him some baby tylenol. Poor dude was red and hot all over and just could. not. stop. crying. He slept like an angel that night and woke up feeling like the old Henry again. I am not big on giving my baby meds, but I’m glad I made that call.

2) After not leaving the house in almost a week (partly because having a sick baby makes everything 1000x harder than usual), I made it out of the house and to the grocery store with Henry on Friday. Like I said above, he wasn’t feeling great and I felt bad for taking him out, BUT I HAD TO LEAVE THE HOUSE. AND GENERAL VICINITY OF THE HOUSE. He slept in the car, so it’s cool. I walked around the grocery store more than I usually would. It was nice just taking in the sights and sounds of the general public who usually annoy me but on this day it was glorious. I felt like a part of society again. What a sad paragraph.

535515_10100305060288647_210666271_nDespite feeling like crap, he was excited to go somewhere too.

3) If you can’t tell, my usual babysitter (aka Grandma) has been MIA. She got a nasty cold so I vanquished her from our home. I could have really used some healthy Grandma action this week (which sounds really wrong, but I’m sticking with it. You know what I mean, get your minds out of the gutter). I hope she gets well soon for her sake. And mine. Mostly mine.

4) Speaking of Henry sleeping, things are improving immensely at night. For two nights in a row, he slept from 9:30 – 4:30, then got up to eat and back to sleep from 5-7. That doesn’t mean I’m sleeping better. Oh no,  I get up several times to make sure he’s still breathing. It freaks me out a little, but when I woke up this morning at 7 actually feeling refreshed…yeah. I forgot what that felt like and I like it. Still not calling it a victory. Let’s see if he keeps it up for a couple weeks, then we can commence with celebrations.

5) I made a really good salad the other night. So good that I want to eat it every day forever. It’s just a mix of iceberg lettuce and baby spinach, tomatoes, blue cheese, bacon, black olives, and pecans. Use  it with THIS AMAZING SALAD DRESSING and enjoy.

6) Here is Henry with his new favorite toy (still monkey related):

photoI ❤ baby toes.

Super Sunday.

What fun is it to have a baby if you can’t dress them up in a football themed outfit for the Super Bowl?

chrisbabyHe was rooting for the Ravens because he just really likes birds.

We also had some pre-game nap time together.

henry8Please excuse my dry skin. My night time moisturizing routine has kinda fell to the wayside in recent weeks.

Then we spent the entire evening in my mom’s bedroom watching the Super Bowl and cuddling. He slept through Beyonce and the blackout, but was awake to see his team win. After that wild and crazy day, it was time to go home.

henry7But not before Grandma made him pose for one last picture. 


Some noteworthy happenings:

  • Got my hair cut and colored for the first time since I found out I was bearing a child. I feel like a new person and now I won’t have to spend the 8 seconds of spare time I have in front of the mirror obsessing over all of the gray hairs before throwing it up into a messy bun type thing and leaving it that way for a couple days before I decide to wash it and start all over again.
  • Henry is already holding his head up pretty great. His fave position is sitting up on our laps, with no support on his neck. If you try to support his neck, he gets very annoyed. And tummy time should be called “scoot across the floor time.” This kid wants to move.
  • We no longer have a newborn. We have a baby now. A babbling, giggling, alert, smiley, funny baby. I had to put some of his newborn clothes up this morning and he’s filling out his 0-3’s nicely. I love watching him grow, but it also tugs at my heart.
  • I’ve been doing more and walking. It’s been nice weather and I have the cutest little walking buddy. It knocks him out, though. Even after we get home, he continues to sleep for hours. Not that I’m complaining. An overtired Henry is no bueno. A growing boy needs his rest.
  • Chris continues to be amazing. Even when I’m stressed over stupid stuff, he’s calm and patient and talks me down. I’m lucky that I married a guy who tries to empathize with a new mom and all the stresses that come along with that. He also knows how hard it is to have a 24/7 baby-raising job and is a really good support. I have to brag on him because he deserves it. He puts up with a lot from my hormonal ass.



What he’s wearing:

Hat: knit by someone and given to Henry by a nurse at the hospital. First placed on his head when he was minutes old.

Sweater: Baby Gap (on sale)

Overalls: Old Navy (on sale)

Socks: Trumpette Skater Boy (not on sale)

Pacifier: Nuk


All smiles.

Henry will be 6 weeks old on Tuesday. Time is flying. Why didn’t the days go by as quickly when I went to a job? I actually want time to slow down now.

The babes is awakening from his newborn coma and smiling, cooing, staring at things, playing, and sleeping more at night, less during the day. He laughs especially hard when we sing to him or change his diaper. I guess they are pretty humorous situations if you think about it.

babysmilesJust moments before he peed everywhere.

To rid myself of a bad case of cabin fever, I bundled up the boy and went for a walk yesterday. I did about a (slow) mile. My body might not have been ready for it since my c-section was so sore afterward, but it was still great to breathe fresh air. Henry liked it too. I think. He slept the entire time plus two more hours at home.


Well, I am trying to do something therefore baby is wanting my attention. Happy Friday!


This week, I was lucky enough to see Henry two more times. Once on Tuesday, where they did a growth scan (he’s estimated at over 8 lbs now! But those are notoriously wrong, so the doctor told me I could expect anywhere from a 7.5-8.5 lb baby). Then today, I had another ultrasound so they could perform another biophysical profile. He scored a perfect 8/8 again.

The kid is already funny. He was kicking the tech like crazy, so she put the 3D on his face. He had the cutest little pout and chubbiest little cheeks. We both laughed at his little face. I think he’s his father’s clone, but we’ll see. Those 3D ultrasounds look kinda funky.

As I’m writing this, he’s moving around in there, just days from gracing us with his little presence. I’m feeling really blessed and simultaneous sorrow and grief for the families in Connecticut who received the worst news of their lives today. My heart just breaks for them. It’s completely unimaginable. Unfathomable. But there are people living it. Mamas who just a few years ago felt those same kicks and movements…now suffering greater than most of us ever will. I can’t even put my thoughts into words properly, so I’ll stop now.

God bless those people, their family, and the community.

The days of my life.

Just a quick update on what’s been going on. Brace yourselves. It gets crazy. Ok, not really.

  • Thanksgiving happened and that was fun. I was really worn down all day, but I chalked that up to being so pregnant.
  • The next morning I woke up with a sore throat and stuffy nose. Uh oh. We all know what that means. I immediately started drinking tons of fluids and taking Emergen-C to heed off a cold. It didn’t work. The cold still happened.
  • It sucks having a bad cold and being pregnant, just FYI. I had an OB appt today, but canceled because I don’t want to leave the house. I left the house yesterday and the cold, dry air really messed with my lungs and sent me down a spiral of hacking and dizziness. I left a message with the nurse to call me back and tell me what kind of drugs I can take (preferably ones that help me sleep). She called back and told me no Emergen-C but laughed when I told her too late. No biggie, just not recommended by her office. Oops. Baby is still disco dancing in my uterus, so I’m not worried.
  • I don’t know what’s going on with me, but I’ve been watching a lot of football with my husband (and kinda liking it) and also becoming slightly obsessed with the Star Wars movies.
  • I am almost 37 weeks pregnant, which is full term. Scary. We’ve still got a few things to get like a breast pump (really leaning toward the Hygeia, since it’s come so highly recommended by my doctor and my mother-in-law the nurse), and some nursing bras (thanks to Tamara for reminding me I need those), and some other little things. We’re pretty much all set up here with everything else. And baby clothes? He is set until he’s one. It’s kinda crazy. And I keep buying them, so I am also crazy.

Here’s one pile. There’s a lot more. Our mothers cleaned out a Carter’s or two.

  • Blood sugar is still good. Still annoyed at having to poke myself four times a day.