Is anybody still here?
So…it’s been a minute. Or a month. Or, you know, fourteen. And a week. But who’s really counting at this point?
One thing I am counting today is candles. Twenty-eight candles. Only two more to go until I hit the big 3 – 0. Can you hear the fear in my voice? Do keyboards have voices? Does it actually matter?
If you’re picking up on the sarcasm and slight bitterness in my “voice”, you’re my favorite. If you’re wondering what happened in the last fourteen months, you’ve missed a lot. I swear the older I get, the less interesting I am but I have more to keep up with than I ever imagined. But those are stories for another post, because…
It’s my birthday.
Today is my birthday and I am back.
5 generations (from right to left: grams, grandma, me, elias, dad)
Earlier this year we lost my moms’ mom and I am truly heartbroken to say that earlier this week, we lost my great-grandmother. She was 92 and lived a very full life.
Grams was one of nine children, seven of whom she outlived. She had four children, three of whom she outlived – my grandmother (dads’ mom) is her only living child. She was able to watch her 10 grandchildren grow well into adulthood, most of her great-grandchildren reach adulthood and even live to see her great-great-grandchildren. The last time I saw her, she was able to hold Elias and I was blessed to get a video of it.
Grams holds a special place in my heart because I feel that I had an opportunity to experience life with her like none of her other great-grandchildren. When my mom and dad divorced, dad lived in Grams’ basement until he was able to move into his own apartment so my sister and I also lived there every other weekend because of custody arrangements.
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I know that in exactly one week it will officially be fall, but that gives me juuuuuust enough time to squeeze in this post. At the very least, it’ll be useful for someone next year. 🙂
We go to the beach every year (OBX, I hope you’re all doing okay down there!) and being due in May, we knew we’d be braving our very first family beach trip with a pretty tiny infant. Here’s the secret:
Don’t. Do. It.
Kidding! Totally kidding. 🙂
While it was much different than the trips we have gotten used to, it wasn’t the horror story some people make it out to be. We got so many comments like: “should you really be taking such a small baby”, “make sure he doesn’t overheat” and “he can’t” and “you can’t” and “can’t”, “can’t”, “can’t”. Which leads us to our first lesson.
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This is a pretty common Friday night at our house: cooking with my brother in our messy kitchen with my son strapped to me. Nothing could make me happier. 😀
It’s been a loooooong time since I’ve done a recipe roundup – Thanksgiving was the last one, I believe. Having a baby kicked my mom gear into overdrive (yes, having three younger siblings I already had a mom gear in place) and I can not stay out of the kitchen. I’ve been super busy baking and cooking since our son was born and I’ve been venturing further and further out of my tried and true comfort zone. Maybe binge watching The Great British Baking Show has something to do with it… read the post
In a bit over a month we’ll be headed down to the Outer Banks for our first beach trip as a new family! (That exclamation point can be interpreted two ways; excitement and petrification. Both of which I am experiencing.)
Originally it was supposed to be we three and my mom, stepdad and younger sister and brother but they decided that a shorter, closer beach trip worked better for them. Then we decided that the three of us would go alone but still get a beach house as opposed to a room at a hotel. (It literally costs the same!) However…the week we decided to book our house my stepdads’ brother and wife tossed out that they would love to go with us sans their kids (who were apparently very difficult on their first trip to the Outer Banks earlier this year) and we happily agreed. Kicker? We ended up renting the exact same house with them as we did with my mom last year. Funny how things work out. 🙂
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I have a problem. If I had to diagnose it, I’d call it I-can-never-find-premade-holiday-decorations-that-are-not-tacky-so-I-HAVE-to-make-them-osis. I think most everyone else would just call that OCD.
That diagnosis is also only 80% true – 10% of my decorations are brand new, store bought items that I run myself ragged trying to find and the other 10% are thrifted pieces that every time I buy I can hear my husband as a little voice in my head saying, “don’t we have enough Christmas decorations?” No, sweetheart, and we never will. 🙂
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It’s still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that I delivered our first child over a week ago. I wake up on my belly and find it strange that it’s no longer uncomfortable and I don’t feel tiny feet poking my ribs – then I roll over and see the most perfect little face fast asleep in his bassinet and can’t help but smile. 🙂
Backtrack to my last pregnancy update and you’ll see that we were scheduled to be induced a week before my due date because the doctors were concerned that the baby wasn’t growing properly and that my placenta may have been failing. At our 36 week ultrasound they estimated his weight to be 5 lbs 12 oz – not small enough to be in the danger zone, but he had fallen from the 50th percentile for weight at his gestational age at 26 weeks to the 19th percentile at 36 weeks.
My induction was scheduled for 39 weeks and we had to see the doctor twice a week for non stress tests, additional ultrasounds and my personal favorite, blood work. 😦 Every test came back beautifully except my blood pressure, which up until 36 weeks had been perfect. I was now considered borderline high and was under additional watch for pre eclampsia.
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