31 August 2012

four for friday

Today I thought I would share a few random things with all of you.  Mainly because at this point it is Friday and my brain is basically mush.

1.  Consequences for Little Hearts:  Great article, great ideas.

2.  A few weeks ago I took Mabes and myself to the eye doctor.  I hadn't been since before she was born and she had never gone.  It was time.  As usual the girlie was fantastic.  She did exactly what they asked her to do.  Even when it came time for the eye drops portion of the exam she just sat there and didn't cry.  Afterwards they gave her a pink, plastic elephant ring and these awesome disposable sunglasses.
photo

3.  When Mabes was visiting my parents down in Georgia at Camp Gamma for a week, I decided to treat myself to a pedicure.  It had been over a year since I had one and my feet hurt all the time now.  The relaxation of the pedicure turned into the desire to do something else to make myself feel pretty.  (Pregnancy can tend to have the opposite effect....at least if you are me.)  So while on my pedicure high I walked into the salon next door to have my hair cut and styled.

I explained to the woman that this was a last minute decision and that I didn't really have a plan.  Having had my fair share and then some of bad haircuts, I know that it is best to give the hairdresser as much information as you can.  So I started by explaining that I always part my hair on the side, usually use little to no product and straighten it several times a week.  I also explained that my hair was fine, there was just a lot of it giving it the appearance of being thick.  I advised that one side of my hair naturally flips out while the other flips under and that it is naturally wavy in texture.  I also made it very clear that thanks but no thanks, I wasn't interested in layers.  At least not in the traditional sense.

One suggestion I made was to cut my hair shorter in the back and have it angle down in the front.  I made it clear that I needed to be able to pull my hair back when I went to the gym and that I didn't really want super short hair.  The woman told me that this was too high maintenance of a haircut and that she had a better idea involving.....layers.

This is the point in the story when looking back I should have thanked her for her time, stood up, grabbed my purse, and fled the shop like my life depended on it.  Instead I sat there and listened to her explain that she would trim up my split ends and then give me a few long layers.  All of which she assured me could be pulled back and that it would be very subtle.  Nothing too short.  I kept reiterating that I really thought I wanted the angled haircut and she kept steering me back to the layer idea.  So then I told her as long as the shortest layer was longer than my ear lobe, fine.  She agreed.

My thought was it is just hair, it will grow, how bad can it be if the longest layer is still past my ear and who knows maybe I would really like it.

She started cutting and immediately I felt that something was wrong.  I started to get anxious and kept saying, "This isn't too short, right?  You said only a few layers, right?  I need to pull it back remember."  She kept reassuring me and cutting.

When it was over I looked in the mirror and it was all I could do not to cry or throw a punch at the woman.  I felt sick.  She asked me to try and pull my hair back.  When I did it just slid right out of my fingers and fell into my face.  "No, I can't.  It's too short." I barely whispered still trying not to come unglued.  "Well that is how short that part is when you came in here," was her response.

WHAT?!  My hair was a simple single layer bob that went to my shoulders.  And now this is what it looks like:
photo 4-1
In case you can't see let me underline some of the more defined layers:
Layers
Yes, no need to adjust your screen.  That top layer is only about two inches long at best.

Needless to say I left the salon pretty upset.  I came home and was so embarrassed to show Dan the mess that was on my head.  When we went to pick Mabes up the next day I showed my Mom who could only say, "Oh no." and "Did this woman have an actual cosmetology license?"

I did end up going back to ask for my money back.  The manager was really sweet and not only refunded me but told me that she wouldn't let me leave until she fixed my hair because even she thought it was a total mess.  The fix is better, but not by much.  It is still impossible to pull my hair back other than with a clip right at the very top of my head.  I'm hoping that it will at least have grown to the point of being able to tuck it all behind my ears by the time the baby is born so I can have a few decent photos.

Needless to say I am on the hunt for a good salon and hairdresser still.

I don't want to end on such a bummer.  So one last thing for your viewing pleasure....

4.  I don't think there will ever come a day when I won't smile seeing this in the rear view mirror:
photo 3-3

four for friday

Today I thought I would share a few random things with all of you.  Mainly because at this point it is Friday and my brain is basically mush.

1.  Consequences for Little Hearts:  Great article, great ideas.

2.  A few weeks ago I took Mabes and myself to the eye doctor.  I hadn't been since before she was born and she had never gone.  It was time.  As usual the girlie was fantastic.  She did exactly what they asked her to do.  Even when it came time for the eye drops portion of the exam she just sat there and didn't cry.  Afterwards they gave her a pink, plastic elephant ring and these awesome disposable sunglasses.
photo

3.  When Mabes was visiting my parents down in Georgia at Camp Gamma for a week, I decided to treat myself to a pedicure.  It had been over a year since I had one and my feet hurt all the time now.  The relaxation of the pedicure turned into the desire to do something else to make myself feel pretty.  (Pregnancy can tend to have the opposite effect....at least if you are me.)  So while on my pedicure high I walked into the salon next door to have my hair cut and styled.

I explained to the woman that this was a last minute decision and that I didn't really have a plan.  Having had my fair share and then some of bad haircuts, I know that it is best to give the hairdresser as much information as you can.  So I started by explaining that I always part my hair on the side, usually use little to no product and straighten it several times a week.  I also explained that my hair was fine, there was just a lot of it giving it the appearance of being thick.  I advised that one side of my hair naturally flips out while the other flips under and that it is naturally wavy in texture.  I also made it very clear that thanks but no thanks, I wasn't interested in layers.  At least not in the traditional sense.

One suggestion I made was to cut my hair shorter in the back and have it angle down in the front.  I made it clear that I needed to be able to pull my hair back when I went to the gym and that I didn't really want super short hair.  The woman told me that this was too high maintenance of a haircut and that she had a better idea involving.....layers.

This is the point in the story when looking back I should have thanked her for her time, stood up, grabbed my purse, and fled the shop like my life depended on it.  Instead I sat there and listened to her explain that she would trim up my split ends and then give me a few long layers.  All of which she assured me could be pulled back and that it would be very subtle.  Nothing too short.  I kept reiterating that I really thought I wanted the angled haircut and she kept steering me back to the layer idea.  So then I told her as long as the shortest layer was longer than my ear lobe, fine.  She agreed.

My thought was it is just hair, it will grow, how bad can it be if the longest layer is still past my ear and who knows maybe I would really like it.

She started cutting and immediately I felt that something was wrong.  I started to get anxious and kept saying, "This isn't too short, right?  You said only a few layers, right?  I need to pull it back remember."  She kept reassuring me and cutting.

When it was over I looked in the mirror and it was all I could do not to cry or throw a punch at the woman.  I felt sick.  She asked me to try and pull my hair back.  When I did it just slid right out of my fingers and fell into my face.  "No, I can't.  It's too short." I barely whispered still trying not to come unglued.  "Well that is how short that part is when you came in here," was her response.

WHAT?!  My hair was a simple single layer bob that went to my shoulders.  And now this is what it looks like:
photo 4-1
In case you can't see let me underline some of the more defined layers:
Layers
Yes, no need to adjust your screen.  That top layer is only about two inches long at best.

Needless to say I left the salon pretty upset.  I came home and was so embarrassed to show Dan the mess that was on my head.  When we went to pick Mabes up the next day I showed my Mom who could only say, "Oh no." and "Did this woman have an actual cosmetology license?"

I did end up going back to ask for my money back.  The manager was really sweet and not only refunded me but told me that she wouldn't let me leave until she fixed my hair because even she thought it was a total mess.  The fix is better, but not by much.  It is still impossible to pull my hair back other than with a clip right at the very top of my head.  I'm hoping that it will at least have grown to the point of being able to tuck it all behind my ears by the time the baby is born so I can have a few decent photos.

Needless to say I am on the hunt for a good salon and hairdresser still.

I don't want to end on such a bummer.  So one last thing for your viewing pleasure....

4.  I don't think there will ever come a day when I won't smile seeing this in the rear view mirror:
photo 3-3

29 August 2012

hump day videos

Cleaning out my phone I came across a couple of videos I thought I would share. One is from last weekend and one from the beginning of the summer.

From a birthday party this past weekend:
Dan leaned over while she was tapping the piñata and said, "Glad to see all the t-ball practice is being put to good use."

I need to preface this next video by saying that quiet time for the better part of the summer was just a constant struggle.  Every single day Mabes would go into her room, happily play for about ten minutes and then lose her little mind.  During one such occasion I grabbed the phone and started videoing so that I could show her Daddy what it was like.
I'm just going to go ahead and drop down on my knees and once again thank God that around the end of July she suddenly decided that: 1. Quiet time wasn't so bad after all and 2. She would voluntarily put herself down for a much needed nap at least three days out of the week.

hump day videos

Cleaning out my phone I came across a couple of videos I thought I would share. One is from last weekend and one from the beginning of the summer.

From a birthday party this past weekend:
Dan leaned over while she was tapping the piñata and said, "Glad to see all the t-ball practice is being put to good use."

I need to preface this next video by saying that quiet time for the better part of the summer was just a constant struggle.  Every single day Mabes would go into her room, happily play for about ten minutes and then lose her little mind.  During one such occasion I grabbed the phone and started videoing so that I could show her Daddy what it was like.
I'm just going to go ahead and drop down on my knees and once again thank God that around the end of July she suddenly decided that: 1. Quiet time wasn't so bad after all and 2. She would voluntarily put herself down for a much needed nap at least three days out of the week.

28 August 2012

first day recap

Mabes First Day of Preschool 8.27.2012
Yesterday was Mabes first day of preschool.  I tried to sneak into her room early in the morning to take one last picture of her sleeping.  She half woke up asked if it was still nighttime, rolled over and went back to sleep.  Major parenting fail on my part.
The morning of her first day of school 8.27.2012
When the time did come to get up she was full of excitement and happily got dressed and let me do her hair.  The dress she picked out is one that she has been eyeing all summer in her closet.  I bought it on sale in the spring and it is technically a size up from what she currently wears.  All summer I had to keep telling her everything on the top shelf was too big and she would have to wait.  Today was very important and I couldn't resist when she asked if she could PLLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEE wear the pink dress.
First Day of Preschool #5
Dan's command let him skip PT this morning so that he could go with us to drop Mabes off.  Before we left we had to appease the Mama and do the obligatory first day photos by the porch.
First Day of Preschool #4
Even I stepped in to a picture.
First Day of Preschool #7
Mabes backpack was made by Gloria especially for her.  Earlier in the summer we had taken Mabes to Joann's and she picked out all of the fabric herself.  It is awesome!
First Day of Preschool #6
After the pictures we drove to school where I pulled the camera out for a couple of quick in the classroom pictures.  Mabes knew right where her seat was and went straight to it.  She was the first one there this morning.
First Day of Preschool #8
First Day of Preschool #10
When it was time for Dan and I to leave I gave the girlie a big hug.  We had already talked about it and had decided if she was nervous she could give me a huge hug and I would transfer all of my courage to her.  She must have been really nervous because she kept hugging me and didn't want to let go.

As we were walking out the door Mabes kept grabbing at our hands trying to get us to stay.  I'm not going to lie.  There may have been a minute where I had to keep myself from picking her up and running out to the car while screaming, "Well we tried.  Maybe next year.  Bye!" and peeling out of the parking lot at 90MPH.

However, right at that moment a little girl came up to Mabes nose to nose and asked her for her name.  Mabes told her and asked what the little girl's name was.  The girl told her, paused a second and then said, "I just know you are a fabulous princess."  Music to my girlie's ears.  That was all it took and off they went to read a book.

I knew the day would be a tough one for me.  I just underestimated how tough.  I woke up around 3am and started thinking about it and my stomach started to knot itself up and I got a little teary eyed.  I teared up again in the morning when I was making beds.  I vowed I would keep it together until after we left Mabes at school because I didn't want to scare her or worry her in any way.

We made it part way down the street on the way home before I started to cry.

I rallied after a few minutes.  Dropped Dan off at the house to get his truck and headed off to a doctor's appointment.  I was actually doing pretty good.  It was nice listening to the radio and not having to listen over someone talking in the backseat to themselves.

The worst was on the car ride home.  On the radio they started to play this song called Barbie Bandaids by the Isaacs because apparently the DJ wanted to reduce me to a blubbering mess on the side of the road.  We are talking crying so hard I had to pull over and managed to make myself physically sick.  The really, super ugly cry.  You all know what I am talking about.  Well played radio DJ.  I mean this is a Top 20 station, why were they playing something like this in the first place?  (Sweet song by the way, nothing against it.)

When I pulled myself together I came home and basically sat on the couch with my eyes glued to the clock just waiting until I could go get her.

I've heard that it gets easier.  I don't see how.

She was waiting for me in her classroom, just finishing her lunch sitting next to her very good friend (our backyard neighbor) who happens to be in the same class.  On the way home she went on and on about everything she did and how she learned all about sitting up straight.  It was precious and I soaked up every word.  When she came home she wanted to call her Daddy and tell him all about it.  We were both relieved it went so well.

It was a perfect first day for her and she is all ready to go back.  At first she thought it was like her ballet/tap class and only once a week.  When I explained she would be going five days a week, I thought her head might explode from the pure joy.  Too bad we couldn't bottle that up and use it when she is a high-schooler in the deep throes of teenage angst.

Internets, my girlie is growing up.


first day recap

Mabes First Day of Preschool 8.27.2012
Yesterday was Mabes first day of preschool.  I tried to sneak into her room early in the morning to take one last picture of her sleeping.  She half woke up asked if it was still nighttime, rolled over and went back to sleep.  Major parenting fail on my part.
The morning of her first day of school 8.27.2012
When the time did come to get up she was full of excitement and happily got dressed and let me do her hair.  The dress she picked out is one that she has been eyeing all summer in her closet.  I bought it on sale in the spring and it is technically a size up from what she currently wears.  All summer I had to keep telling her everything on the top shelf was too big and she would have to wait.  Today was very important and I couldn't resist when she asked if she could PLLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEE wear the pink dress.
First Day of Preschool #5
Dan's command let him skip PT this morning so that he could go with us to drop Mabes off.  Before we left we had to appease the Mama and do the obligatory first day photos by the porch.
First Day of Preschool #4
Even I stepped in to a picture.
First Day of Preschool #7
Mabes backpack was made by Gloria especially for her.  Earlier in the summer we had taken Mabes to Joann's and she picked out all of the fabric herself.  It is awesome!
First Day of Preschool #6
After the pictures we drove to school where I pulled the camera out for a couple of quick in the classroom pictures.  Mabes knew right where her seat was and went straight to it.  She was the first one there this morning.
First Day of Preschool #8
First Day of Preschool #10
When it was time for Dan and I to leave I gave the girlie a big hug.  We had already talked about it and had decided if she was nervous she could give me a huge hug and I would transfer all of my courage to her.  She must have been really nervous because she kept hugging me and didn't want to let go.

As we were walking out the door Mabes kept grabbing at our hands trying to get us to stay.  I'm not going to lie.  There may have been a minute where I had to keep myself from picking her up and running out to the car while screaming, "Well we tried.  Maybe next year.  Bye!" and peeling out of the parking lot at 90MPH.

However, right at that moment a little girl came up to Mabes nose to nose and asked her for her name.  Mabes told her and asked what the little girl's name was.  The girl told her, paused a second and then said, "I just know you are a fabulous princess."  Music to my girlie's ears.  That was all it took and off they went to read a book.

I knew the day would be a tough one for me.  I just underestimated how tough.  I woke up around 3am and started thinking about it and my stomach started to knot itself up and I got a little teary eyed.  I teared up again in the morning when I was making beds.  I vowed I would keep it together until after we left Mabes at school because I didn't want to scare her or worry her in any way.

We made it part way down the street on the way home before I started to cry.

I rallied after a few minutes.  Dropped Dan off at the house to get his truck and headed off to a doctor's appointment.  I was actually doing pretty good.  It was nice listening to the radio and not having to listen over someone talking in the backseat to themselves.

The worst was on the car ride home.  On the radio they started to play this song called Barbie Bandaids by the Isaacs because apparently the DJ wanted to reduce me to a blubbering mess on the side of the road.  We are talking crying so hard I had to pull over and managed to make myself physically sick.  The really, super ugly cry.  You all know what I am talking about.  Well played radio DJ.  I mean this is a Top 20 station, why were they playing something like this in the first place?  (Sweet song by the way, nothing against it.)

When I pulled myself together I came home and basically sat on the couch with my eyes glued to the clock just waiting until I could go get her.

I've heard that it gets easier.  I don't see how.

She was waiting for me in her classroom, just finishing her lunch sitting next to her very good friend (our backyard neighbor) who happens to be in the same class.  On the way home she went on and on about everything she did and how she learned all about sitting up straight.  It was precious and I soaked up every word.  When she came home she wanted to call her Daddy and tell him all about it.  We were both relieved it went so well.

It was a perfect first day for her and she is all ready to go back.  At first she thought it was like her ballet/tap class and only once a week.  When I explained she would be going five days a week, I thought her head might explode from the pure joy.  Too bad we couldn't bottle that up and use it when she is a high-schooler in the deep throes of teenage angst.

Internets, my girlie is growing up.


27 August 2012

i bequeath to you today...

Mabes First Day of Preschool 8.27.2012

I Trust You'll Treat Her Well
Author: Dan Valentine

World, I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress.. with two blue eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all
day long, and a batch of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I Trust You'll Treat Her Well.

She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning and skipping off down the street to her first day at school.  And never again will she be completely mine...

Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.

Now, she will learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called...

She will learn to tune her little-girl ears for the sound of school bells, and for deadlines...She will learn to giggle and gossip... and to look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy across the aisle sticks out his tongue.

Now she will learn to be jealous...and now she will learn how it is to feel hurt inside...and now she will learn how not to cry.  No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch while an ant scurries across a crack in the sidewalk...

Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn to kiss lilac blossoms in the morning dew.  Now she will worry about important things...like grades...and what dresses to wear...and whose best friend is whose. Now she will worry about the little boy who pulls her hair at recess time... and staying after school...and which little girls like which little boys...And the magic of books and knowledge will soon take the place of the magic of her blocks and dolls. 

And she'll find her new heroes.  For five full years I've been her sage and Santa Claus...her pal and playmate...her parent and friend.  Now, alas, she'll learn to share her worship and adoration with her teachers (which is only right).

No longer will her parents be the smartest, and greatest in the world. 

Today, when the first school bell rings, she'll learn how it is to be a member of the group...with all its privileges, and, of course, its disadvantages, too. 

She'll learn in time that proper young ladies don't laugh out loud...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or watch ants scurry across the cracks in a summer sidewalk...

Today, she'll begin to learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. That "the group" can be a demanding mistress... and I'll stand on the porch and watch her start out on the long, long journey to becoming a woman.

World, I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress.. with two blue eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. 
I Trust You'll Treat Her Well.

I'll be back tomorrow to tell you all about my best girl's first day of school.

i bequeath to you today...

Mabes First Day of Preschool 8.27.2012

I Trust You'll Treat Her Well
Author: Dan Valentine

World, I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress.. with two blue eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all
day long, and a batch of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I Trust You'll Treat Her Well.

She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning and skipping off down the street to her first day at school.  And never again will she be completely mine...

Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.

Now, she will learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called...

She will learn to tune her little-girl ears for the sound of school bells, and for deadlines...She will learn to giggle and gossip... and to look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy across the aisle sticks out his tongue.

Now she will learn to be jealous...and now she will learn how it is to feel hurt inside...and now she will learn how not to cry.  No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch while an ant scurries across a crack in the sidewalk...

Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn to kiss lilac blossoms in the morning dew.  Now she will worry about important things...like grades...and what dresses to wear...and whose best friend is whose. Now she will worry about the little boy who pulls her hair at recess time... and staying after school...and which little girls like which little boys...And the magic of books and knowledge will soon take the place of the magic of her blocks and dolls. 

And she'll find her new heroes.  For five full years I've been her sage and Santa Claus...her pal and playmate...her parent and friend.  Now, alas, she'll learn to share her worship and adoration with her teachers (which is only right).

No longer will her parents be the smartest, and greatest in the world. 

Today, when the first school bell rings, she'll learn how it is to be a member of the group...with all its privileges, and, of course, its disadvantages, too. 

She'll learn in time that proper young ladies don't laugh out loud...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or watch ants scurry across the cracks in a summer sidewalk...

Today, she'll begin to learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. That "the group" can be a demanding mistress... and I'll stand on the porch and watch her start out on the long, long journey to becoming a woman.

World, I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress.. with two blue eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. 
I Trust You'll Treat Her Well.

I'll be back tomorrow to tell you all about my best girl's first day of school.

23 August 2012

just a bit of rambling

Yesterday started off really well, I was being incredibly productive and Mabes had woken up with her best listening skills.  It wasn't meant to last because by 4 in the afternoon I was literally vacuuming the house while simultaneously sobbing.  It wasn't pretty.  I was exhausted and my body hurts to the point I feel physically sick.

On his way home from work Dan stopped and picked me up some flowers.  He knew that I had been having a rough couple of days and so he thought that the flowers might cheer me up.  I appreciated the gesture immensely.  Unfortunately instead of smiling and thanking him I burst into more tears and kept saying, "I want to not be in pain anymore.  I want to feel like myself again."  Dan is a good guy because he just hugged me and listened to me feel sad and defeated.

I have resigned myself to the fact that feeling like myself and feeling better in general doesn't appear to be a possibility for a long time.  Yes, Christmas isn't far off if you stop to break it down.  But feeling the way I do right now Christmas might as well be 1000 years in the future.

Hugs and kisses from Mabes, understanding from Dan and ninja kicks from Burrito are the only things that make me feel better.

Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled, excited, head over heels in love with our little Burrito.  I would gladly drag this all out for another two years if it meant in the end we would have her in our arms to hold and love on and watch grow into an awesome little person.


After the low of yesterday I made the decision that today Mabes and I are hanging out at the house.  I woke up this morning with an overwhelming urge to stay in my PJs and relax.  Of course my definition of relax is probably not the same as most peoples.

Lately I feel like we are going 100mph with everything.  I needed a day to stay home and work on some photo editing and also maybe turn out a couple of crafts.  I have been itching to get my hands dirty, glue covered, and sewn up with projects and now just seems like the time.  Plus once I get into the crafting zone my mind sort of shuts off and I just work.  Which might be exactly what I need right now.

just a bit of rambling

Yesterday started off really well, I was being incredibly productive and Mabes had woken up with her best listening skills.  It wasn't meant to last because by 4 in the afternoon I was literally vacuuming the house while simultaneously sobbing.  It wasn't pretty.  I was exhausted and my body hurts to the point I feel physically sick.

On his way home from work Dan stopped and picked me up some flowers.  He knew that I had been having a rough couple of days and so he thought that the flowers might cheer me up.  I appreciated the gesture immensely.  Unfortunately instead of smiling and thanking him I burst into more tears and kept saying, "I want to not be in pain anymore.  I want to feel like myself again."  Dan is a good guy because he just hugged me and listened to me feel sad and defeated.

I have resigned myself to the fact that feeling like myself and feeling better in general doesn't appear to be a possibility for a long time.  Yes, Christmas isn't far off if you stop to break it down.  But feeling the way I do right now Christmas might as well be 1000 years in the future.

Hugs and kisses from Mabes, understanding from Dan and ninja kicks from Burrito are the only things that make me feel better.

Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled, excited, head over heels in love with our little Burrito.  I would gladly drag this all out for another two years if it meant in the end we would have her in our arms to hold and love on and watch grow into an awesome little person.


After the low of yesterday I made the decision that today Mabes and I are hanging out at the house.  I woke up this morning with an overwhelming urge to stay in my PJs and relax.  Of course my definition of relax is probably not the same as most peoples.

Lately I feel like we are going 100mph with everything.  I needed a day to stay home and work on some photo editing and also maybe turn out a couple of crafts.  I have been itching to get my hands dirty, glue covered, and sewn up with projects and now just seems like the time.  Plus once I get into the crafting zone my mind sort of shuts off and I just work.  Which might be exactly what I need right now.

22 August 2012

my best girl, an impromptu photo shoot



Last week I had several photo shoots.  One of which was very early in the morning.  I brought Mabes along with me and since we were there ten minutes earlier than expected (due completely to lack of traffic) I thought I would do an impromptu photo shoot.
Mabes 2
She had so much fun walking around, stopping, turning to the camera and saying, "Now take my picture."
Dancing
After I was done with my clients we started to head home when we passed a pretty pond with a gazebo in a local park.  I decided to pull over for just a few minutes.  It is hot and humid and totally miserable from about 9am until sundown around here (as evidenced by the girlie's crazy hair):
Humid

We didn't want to be out of the air conditioned car longer than we had to and five minutes later we were back in the car and headed down the road.
Mabes
In those five minutes though I was able to capture some of my favorite photos of Mabes in a long time:
Mabes many faces
It really makes me stop and think when I see just how grown up she looks.  Then if I let myself, I start thinking about how school starts next week for her and I end up in a big puddle of hormonal tears.  So we just won't talk about that right now.

I also dragged us all out one evening in an attempt to get a good family photo.  Unfortunately the heat and humidity was absolutely miserable.  To top it off we were under attack by mosquitoes.  Needless to say the entire shoot lasted about five minutes before Dan and I decided to call it and try again another day.
Family Photos
(I hate that I forgot to hide the remote trigger in that bottom picture.  Whoops!)

Hope you are all having a great Wednesday.  I have already been busy helping Mabes with some "school work" (we have been practicing with workbooks for the last month or so), gone to the gym, and made some cookies.  Now it is time tackle cleaning the house and getting some photos edited.  I swear the to do list never ends!

my best girl, an impromptu photo shoot



Last week I had several photo shoots.  One of which was very early in the morning.  I brought Mabes along with me and since we were there ten minutes earlier than expected (due completely to lack of traffic) I thought I would do an impromptu photo shoot.
Mabes 2
She had so much fun walking around, stopping, turning to the camera and saying, "Now take my picture."
Dancing
After I was done with my clients we started to head home when we passed a pretty pond with a gazebo in a local park.  I decided to pull over for just a few minutes.  It is hot and humid and totally miserable from about 9am until sundown around here (as evidenced by the girlie's crazy hair):
Humid

We didn't want to be out of the air conditioned car longer than we had to and five minutes later we were back in the car and headed down the road.
Mabes
In those five minutes though I was able to capture some of my favorite photos of Mabes in a long time:
Mabes many faces
It really makes me stop and think when I see just how grown up she looks.  Then if I let myself, I start thinking about how school starts next week for her and I end up in a big puddle of hormonal tears.  So we just won't talk about that right now.

I also dragged us all out one evening in an attempt to get a good family photo.  Unfortunately the heat and humidity was absolutely miserable.  To top it off we were under attack by mosquitoes.  Needless to say the entire shoot lasted about five minutes before Dan and I decided to call it and try again another day.
Family Photos
(I hate that I forgot to hide the remote trigger in that bottom picture.  Whoops!)

Hope you are all having a great Wednesday.  I have already been busy helping Mabes with some "school work" (we have been practicing with workbooks for the last month or so), gone to the gym, and made some cookies.  Now it is time tackle cleaning the house and getting some photos edited.  I swear the to do list never ends!

21 August 2012

dear burrito, week 22

Dear Burrito,

We have made it to 22 weeks, Little Miss H.  Woot!

Every Tuesday I get an email letting me know the milestones you have hit and your size.  It always starts out saying, You are X weeks old only have X more weeks to go.  Can I just say how good it feels to see that I have been pregnant with you for more weeks than we have left.  That means we are on the downward slope and soon we will all get to meet you!

Of course you are doing a great job of making yourself known already.  Your kicks have become very strong.  Daddy and Mabes can lay their hands on my belly and feel you.  Your sister thinks that this is both amazing and hysterical.  You move around a lot in the morning, any time I am in the car and every evening, especially between 11pm and 1am.

I went to the doctor yesterday to get a few questions answered about some problems I have been having.  They checked your heartbeat.  140 beats per minute.  I'll give you this, you are nothing if not consistent and steady.

One of my problems that I addressed with the doctor is a racing heartbeat/dizzy/ almost passing out thing I have had going on for about two weeks now.  The first time it happened I was at the gym on the elliptical.  I ended up falling off the machine and barely making it into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face before I had to sit down right there on the floor.  That was the worst episode.

With your sister I would have moments like that.  However, it was when I would try and lay on my back and she would smash down on my vena cava  and it made sense that it was happening.  With you it happens when I am standing up or even just sitting on the couch.  What is up with that?

The doctor seems to think it might be one of two things.  Either a blood sugar problem where I am getting too low or something with my heart.  I'm leaning towards the blood sugar option and so is the doctor.  To be safe, I have been told I am going to see a cardiologist though.  In the meantime I am trying to eat some sort of protein at every meal and eating a small healthy snack in between my three meals.  The biggest concern was that you are OK (and you are perfect).  As a bonus I have still been given the green light to go to the gym.  Which I need for both my mental and physical well being.

Every day your sister asks if it is Christmas yet.  She wants to meet you in the worst way.  I also get, "What is my sister doing right now?" about a dozen times a day.  Mabes is very interested in you.  She is constantly hugging my belly and talking to you.  It is fun to listen to her when she is talking to you.  "Hollow, this is your sistah.  I love you!  Can you hear me?"  The best is when you happen to kick at that moment and she thinks you are trying to talk back to her.

We have gone over things like developing lungs (why we need you to keep baking in my belly and can't just go to the doctor to have them take you out right this second), being fed through the umbilical cord (something Daddy also needed a refresher on) and generally what you look like and are doing as you grow.  It amazes me just how much your sister understands.  She and I are still working on understanding that my belly button is not a spy hole for you to look at the world through.  I can't tell you how many times Mabes has lifted up my shirt and jammed her eye against my belly trying to look back at you.

Last night someone posted a link to this video which Mabes and I have already watched twice this morning.
I ordered some new photos for the wall in the living room this week.  One frame is currently holding some filler  until I can hang up one of your precious newborn photos.  I have already started collecting props for our shoot.  There is a great etsy shop, ButterPieCreations, that a friend from church has.  She has graciously made you a giraffe hat at the request of your sister and an aviator hat and goggles at the request of your mother.  They are adorable and I am so looking forward to putting them on your little head.

I really do need to get better about recording our weeks and maybe even taking a few belly shots.  I'll probably regret having not done so later.  I need someone to hold me to it.

I love you sweet girl,
Mama




dear burrito, week 22

Dear Burrito,

We have made it to 22 weeks, Little Miss H.  Woot!

Every Tuesday I get an email letting me know the milestones you have hit and your size.  It always starts out saying, You are X weeks old only have X more weeks to go.  Can I just say how good it feels to see that I have been pregnant with you for more weeks than we have left.  That means we are on the downward slope and soon we will all get to meet you!

Of course you are doing a great job of making yourself known already.  Your kicks have become very strong.  Daddy and Mabes can lay their hands on my belly and feel you.  Your sister thinks that this is both amazing and hysterical.  You move around a lot in the morning, any time I am in the car and every evening, especially between 11pm and 1am.

I went to the doctor yesterday to get a few questions answered about some problems I have been having.  They checked your heartbeat.  140 beats per minute.  I'll give you this, you are nothing if not consistent and steady.

One of my problems that I addressed with the doctor is a racing heartbeat/dizzy/ almost passing out thing I have had going on for about two weeks now.  The first time it happened I was at the gym on the elliptical.  I ended up falling off the machine and barely making it into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face before I had to sit down right there on the floor.  That was the worst episode.

With your sister I would have moments like that.  However, it was when I would try and lay on my back and she would smash down on my vena cava  and it made sense that it was happening.  With you it happens when I am standing up or even just sitting on the couch.  What is up with that?

The doctor seems to think it might be one of two things.  Either a blood sugar problem where I am getting too low or something with my heart.  I'm leaning towards the blood sugar option and so is the doctor.  To be safe, I have been told I am going to see a cardiologist though.  In the meantime I am trying to eat some sort of protein at every meal and eating a small healthy snack in between my three meals.  The biggest concern was that you are OK (and you are perfect).  As a bonus I have still been given the green light to go to the gym.  Which I need for both my mental and physical well being.

Every day your sister asks if it is Christmas yet.  She wants to meet you in the worst way.  I also get, "What is my sister doing right now?" about a dozen times a day.  Mabes is very interested in you.  She is constantly hugging my belly and talking to you.  It is fun to listen to her when she is talking to you.  "Hollow, this is your sistah.  I love you!  Can you hear me?"  The best is when you happen to kick at that moment and she thinks you are trying to talk back to her.

We have gone over things like developing lungs (why we need you to keep baking in my belly and can't just go to the doctor to have them take you out right this second), being fed through the umbilical cord (something Daddy also needed a refresher on) and generally what you look like and are doing as you grow.  It amazes me just how much your sister understands.  She and I are still working on understanding that my belly button is not a spy hole for you to look at the world through.  I can't tell you how many times Mabes has lifted up my shirt and jammed her eye against my belly trying to look back at you.

Last night someone posted a link to this video which Mabes and I have already watched twice this morning.
I ordered some new photos for the wall in the living room this week.  One frame is currently holding some filler  until I can hang up one of your precious newborn photos.  I have already started collecting props for our shoot.  There is a great etsy shop, ButterPieCreations, that a friend from church has.  She has graciously made you a giraffe hat at the request of your sister and an aviator hat and goggles at the request of your mother.  They are adorable and I am so looking forward to putting them on your little head.

I really do need to get better about recording our weeks and maybe even taking a few belly shots.  I'll probably regret having not done so later.  I need someone to hold me to it.

I love you sweet girl,
Mama




15 August 2012

wednesday link up

Sorry that today is just a bunch of links and videos.  Hopefully there will be something here to entertain you and/or brighten your midweek.  I have been very busy the last two days and today is shaping up to be no different.  The good news is Thursday and Friday have very little going on and I might just be able to relax and put together a few really good posts.  Woo hoo!

Suzy-Q: If you click on no other link in this entire post, please click this one.  My cousin, Suzannah, was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes six years ago. She is participating in the JDRF walk in Fort Worth in October and it is her goal to be the #1 fund raiser in her region after being one of the top fundraisers last year.  I would love for this precious girlie to reach her goal and every little bit that we can do helps.  (For those of you who are friends with me on Facebook, you may have seen the video I posted about Suzannah last night.  If not, go over to Facebook and check it out.)


Oh how I wish I could dance like this and not care about what anyone else thought.  Actually, now that I think about it, nothing is really stopping me.

The Fart That (Almost) Altered My Destiny: One of the funniest things I have read in a long time.  (I'm sure many of you have already seen this floating around the Internet.  For the few of you who haven't, take a minute and read it.)

Ultimate People Fainting Compilation: Remember not to lock your knees, Internets.

Baby Got Back: Seriously, my sense of humor and what is entertainment is bottoming out with this pregnancy.  Who am I?


wednesday link up

Sorry that today is just a bunch of links and videos.  Hopefully there will be something here to entertain you and/or brighten your midweek.  I have been very busy the last two days and today is shaping up to be no different.  The good news is Thursday and Friday have very little going on and I might just be able to relax and put together a few really good posts.  Woo hoo!

Suzy-Q: If you click on no other link in this entire post, please click this one.  My cousin, Suzannah, was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes six years ago. She is participating in the JDRF walk in Fort Worth in October and it is her goal to be the #1 fund raiser in her region after being one of the top fundraisers last year.  I would love for this precious girlie to reach her goal and every little bit that we can do helps.  (For those of you who are friends with me on Facebook, you may have seen the video I posted about Suzannah last night.  If not, go over to Facebook and check it out.)


Oh how I wish I could dance like this and not care about what anyone else thought.  Actually, now that I think about it, nothing is really stopping me.

The Fart That (Almost) Altered My Destiny: One of the funniest things I have read in a long time.  (I'm sure many of you have already seen this floating around the Internet.  For the few of you who haven't, take a minute and read it.)

Ultimate People Fainting Compilation: Remember not to lock your knees, Internets.

Baby Got Back: Seriously, my sense of humor and what is entertainment is bottoming out with this pregnancy.  Who am I?


13 August 2012

while watching the closing ceremonies last night

Me:  My hand keeps falling asleep.  It isn't just now either.  At night I wake up and constantly have to switch positions because of this. 

Dan:  Well, I'm sure it is because you have a lot of your blood flow going to your....um.....midsection. 

Me:  You mean my uterus? You can say uterus.  That is where your youngest daughter currently resides. 

Dan:  What?!  I thought that the baby lived in the placenta?

Me:  (horrified look wondering if he is messing with me)

Dan:  Or no.  Wait!  The baby lives in the sac! Doesn't the baby live in the amniotic sac? No! It's the cord. Wait. What the heck is the placenta for?

Me:  I can't believe I have two kids with you. 

while watching the closing ceremonies last night

Me:  My hand keeps falling asleep.  It isn't just now either.  At night I wake up and constantly have to switch positions because of this. 

Dan:  Well, I'm sure it is because you have a lot of your blood flow going to your....um.....midsection. 

Me:  You mean my uterus? You can say uterus.  That is where your youngest daughter currently resides. 

Dan:  What?!  I thought that the baby lived in the placenta?

Me:  (horrified look wondering if he is messing with me)

Dan:  Or no.  Wait!  The baby lives in the sac! Doesn't the baby live in the amniotic sac? No! It's the cord. Wait. What the heck is the placenta for?

Me:  I can't believe I have two kids with you. 

09 August 2012

sharing stories from the week

I have to make a confession.

I spent the last twenty minutes watching the first episode of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo online.  That is twenty minutes of my life I will never get back.  Horrifying doesn't even begin to describe what I witnessed.  Honestly I don't know what was the worst part of the whole thing.  Maybe it was watching the food they consumed while the mother talked about how she was teaching her children about taking care of themselves.  (Really...chesseballs for breakfast...really?!)  I'm sure some of it had to do with the terrible grammar and made up words.  Possibly the number of bodily functions that happened on camera and the total lack of hand washing is what put it over the edge.  Has anyone else watched this show?  Please do yourself a favor, don't.

Anyhow, now that I have gotten that out of my system on to the post I had already started for today.

Things aren't all that exciting around here right now.  Basically it is a lot of relaxing and spending time as a family and counting down until the start of dance and school with a few photo shoots mixed in for good measure.

I have managed to take a few photos and thought I would share a couple of cute stories about Mabes.

A few weekends ago after a particularly hard rain, we went outside and Mabes discovered some worms laying on the sidewalk leading to the front porch.  She wanted to know why they were there and not in the grass and became increasingly alarmed that something bad might happen to them.  Without any prompting from myself or Dan she started picking them up and carefully laying them in the middle of the yard.  She was attempting to save them all.  Well, all but the one she found cut in half.  She even posed for a picture holding one of her new friends.
"Worms are my friends" spending the morning throwing worms into the grass to save them 7.28.2012
I couldn't resist sending a copy of the picture to my sister who hates worms with a fiery passion usually reserved for things like people who cut you off in bumper-to-bumper traffic and kids who kick puppies.

Before going to the ultrasound for Burrito at the beginning of the week Mabes and I had a lunch date at Panera.  She loves their cheddar broccoli soup; or as she calls it her "best soup."  Also along for our date were "the twins."  The twins consist of whatever combination of princess dolls Mabes currently wants to tote everywhere she goes.  She came up with the nicknames "the twins" all on her own and is rather proud of it.
Panera lunch date with Mama with the "twins" 8.6.2012

Monday afternoon during quiet time Mabes came to me and asked if it would be OK for her to play with her art supplies.  She told me she wanted to throw a surprise party for her Daddy when he came home from work.  I asked her what the occasion was and she responded, "I just want to show him how special he is."

That girl has the biggest heart.
Party for Daddy 3
Party for Daddy 4
(You can tell from the Hawaii picture, she isn't a huge fan of coloring actual coloring pages. She still wanted to make this for Dan because she knows how much he likes Hawaii.)
Party for Daddy 2
All afternoon she worked on coloring and cutting out her decorations.  Then she had me keep him busy in the office while she hung everything up.  After that she called him downstairs and presented him with a party.  Complete with decorations, a made up song about how much she loves him and how much he loves the rest of the family, a ballet dance and a round of Old Maid.
Party for Daddy 5
 
Lastly, Mabes has been spending a lot of time drawing pictures of her family.  I seriously can't get enough of the pictures and have practically wallpapered the kitchen with them.  Most of the time she draws Burrito in my belly.  However, this one I discovered drawn on the easel has her baby sister out with the rest of us.  Also, I love that Mabes gives herself wild and curly hair and always straightens mine.
Party for Daddy 8.6.12

sharing stories from the week

I have to make a confession.

I spent the last twenty minutes watching the first episode of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo online.  That is twenty minutes of my life I will never get back.  Horrifying doesn't even begin to describe what I witnessed.  Honestly I don't know what was the worst part of the whole thing.  Maybe it was watching the food they consumed while the mother talked about how she was teaching her children about taking care of themselves.  (Really...chesseballs for breakfast...really?!)  I'm sure some of it had to do with the terrible grammar and made up words.  Possibly the number of bodily functions that happened on camera and the total lack of hand washing is what put it over the edge.  Has anyone else watched this show?  Please do yourself a favor, don't.

Anyhow, now that I have gotten that out of my system on to the post I had already started for today.

Things aren't all that exciting around here right now.  Basically it is a lot of relaxing and spending time as a family and counting down until the start of dance and school with a few photo shoots mixed in for good measure.

I have managed to take a few photos and thought I would share a couple of cute stories about Mabes.

A few weekends ago after a particularly hard rain, we went outside and Mabes discovered some worms laying on the sidewalk leading to the front porch.  She wanted to know why they were there and not in the grass and became increasingly alarmed that something bad might happen to them.  Without any prompting from myself or Dan she started picking them up and carefully laying them in the middle of the yard.  She was attempting to save them all.  Well, all but the one she found cut in half.  She even posed for a picture holding one of her new friends.
"Worms are my friends" spending the morning throwing worms into the grass to save them 7.28.2012
I couldn't resist sending a copy of the picture to my sister who hates worms with a fiery passion usually reserved for things like people who cut you off in bumper-to-bumper traffic and kids who kick puppies.

Before going to the ultrasound for Burrito at the beginning of the week Mabes and I had a lunch date at Panera.  She loves their cheddar broccoli soup; or as she calls it her "best soup."  Also along for our date were "the twins."  The twins consist of whatever combination of princess dolls Mabes currently wants to tote everywhere she goes.  She came up with the nicknames "the twins" all on her own and is rather proud of it.
Panera lunch date with Mama with the "twins" 8.6.2012

Monday afternoon during quiet time Mabes came to me and asked if it would be OK for her to play with her art supplies.  She told me she wanted to throw a surprise party for her Daddy when he came home from work.  I asked her what the occasion was and she responded, "I just want to show him how special he is."

That girl has the biggest heart.
Party for Daddy 3
Party for Daddy 4
(You can tell from the Hawaii picture, she isn't a huge fan of coloring actual coloring pages. She still wanted to make this for Dan because she knows how much he likes Hawaii.)
Party for Daddy 2
All afternoon she worked on coloring and cutting out her decorations.  Then she had me keep him busy in the office while she hung everything up.  After that she called him downstairs and presented him with a party.  Complete with decorations, a made up song about how much she loves him and how much he loves the rest of the family, a ballet dance and a round of Old Maid.
Party for Daddy 5
 
Lastly, Mabes has been spending a lot of time drawing pictures of her family.  I seriously can't get enough of the pictures and have practically wallpapered the kitchen with them.  Most of the time she draws Burrito in my belly.  However, this one I discovered drawn on the easel has her baby sister out with the rest of us.  Also, I love that Mabes gives herself wild and curly hair and always straightens mine.
Party for Daddy 8.6.12
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