30 December 2011

ash cave

We took LE to Ash Cave, our marriage site, the other day for the first time.  She got to see a wedding while we were there.  I'm not sure who has an outdoor wedding in December, but it was cool that we got to watch one on LE's first visit.




It brings back good memories to walk through Ash Cave again.  We talked about how some people like to renew their vows, but we have no desire too.  Nothing could top that day.  And now here we are 3 years and some change with a little engineer.  I must say that 6 months has been the best yet!  She's becoming more and more fun each day, laughing more than crying (Thank God!, literally.), and becoming comfortable in her little world.  Those first couple of months are just WOW!  And not really a good wow, but a holy crap kinda wow.  I have to say it again, I know I've said it before, but it just keeps getting better.  And look at that little face, it's just too kissable.  We hope to have many more trips to our ole tying the knot spot with LE and all our babies to come.  I hope they love it as much as we do!

28 December 2011

why we are, obviously, no longer in a rush...

In DC everyone seems to be in a hurry.  A train to catch, traffic to fight, some place to be.  This is one reason I love being a stay at home mom.  I have no where to be, no deadlines to meet, no place to rush to.  LE and I just take our good ole time getting places and doing things.  My only timeline is to change a diaper and breastfeed every couple of hours.  Whatever else happens is just extras. 

Normally a flight wouldn't be noteworthy.  We already know LE is an awesome flier.  But today was different.  We got to the airport an hour and a half early.  Got to our gate, had an overpriced Starbucks coffee, and set LE down on the dirty airport floor to play while we played with our new Ipad.  Our gate was packed, so we sat at a nearby gate.  All of sudden things started to look empty and we realized it was past time for our flight. 

Yep, we sat there through all the announcements, including our own names being called several times, and missed our stinkin flight.  Apparently we were just out of earshot of the speakers and  I guess we were just in our own world, watching LE be cute, recapping on our week away, people watching...who knows.  So, then we got to hang out at the airport for an extra two and a half hours and try to justify to each other why we really weren't idiots.

Enjoying a pickle.  I was surprised she liked it so much!

27 December 2011

bah-hum-bug

The Engineer and I were scrooges this year.  We didn't decorate or buy ourselves (including LE) presents.  Lucky for LE, she has un-scrooge-like grandparents who made up for our lack of spirit.

Christmas morning

We had this brilliant idea when we first got married that all glass ornaments were the classy way to do Christmas.  And I didn't really feel like fighting a newly crawling baby on the matter of "Don't touch the highly breakable tree."  Next year we'll get our act together.

Playing with her new toys (yes, that is an abacus in the background) and sporting her homemade hippie Christmas skirt.


22 December 2011

a baby letter






I smile real big now.  I'm starting to crawl, sit by myself, and pull myself up.  Mommy is a little concerned that she's going to have to start working harder now, but I think it's funny.  I love my toys and when daddy comes home from work...I hate diaper changes and getting my nose wiped.  I figured I should write you all and show you my cute face since my mommy is such a slacker these days.

Love,
LE

13 December 2011

my breast friends

Ok, so this is going to sound lame, but I haven't been posting much lately because I lost my CAMERA BATTERY CHARGER...

And what's a post without some cute baby photos to go with it?

I basically have nothing without LE's cute face on here.  It's probably the only reason you read.  Be honest!  And before LE it was my super cute belly with her inside it.  And before that it was self photos of my handsome husband and me on all our fun trips.  My poor Engineer he rarely makes my blog these days...

Today LE went to her first Christmas party.  A colleague/mentor, Nancy, had a wonderful baby momma party complete with her as Mrs. Claus (too cute!) and Paula Dean french toast (yum!).  The best part about becoming a lactation consultant in the DC area has been the amazing mentors.  I'm so grateful to the women who have taken me under their wing and taught me all about the mighty "boob".  They are the women who forged the way and brought the field into existence, and I'm one lucky girl to get to stand beside them. 

A big thank you to Vergie, Margaret, Nancy and Maire (to just name a few :-)!

And then (to continue down this sappy path) a slew of young lactation consultants have joined me in this career and many of them have become my greatest friends.  We've entered the field together, had babies together, and dreamed of how we can shake up the breastfeeding world together.

It's the kind of field where women bond together and invest in each other, because we're all working towards the same goal.  We're all excited about the leaps and bonds made and we celebrate each step together. 

Don't you wish you were a LC?  Well hey, why not join us?!

09 December 2011

a skinny jeans kind of day

Today the heavens opened and I heard a
"Hallelujah!!"


Because, you see, I was getting ready to meet my friend, Joanna, and baby Vivian at the mall today and I realized I had nothing but dirty jeans. (And in our household this means you've worn them a few times before you threw them in the dirty laundry basket...and with LE's spit up, even one re-wear is really pushing it.)  So, I thought well maybe just for the heck of it I'll try on my old skinny jeans that used to fit me like a glove pre-pregnancy.  You know the kind of jeans you sort of have to wiggle into and out of at the end of the day.  What do you know...They may be provocatively tight, but they fit!  So, I wore those puppies with pride today.

And because I can tell you the above story, I am feeling confident enough to tell you the following story...

I was out in Rosslyn yesterday, the Engineer and I's old stomping grounds and I was stopped by the Cosi clerk with this question, after ordering my pollo y pasta soup, "Excuse me ma'am, are you pregnant or is your baby already here?" 


**This photo is a couple of months old, but it gives you an idea of what I look like with LE in my sweater cocoon.

I looked down at my sweet LE snoozing in her pouch, aka the ergo baby carrier, and looked back at this lady with my best "are you serious" look, because clearly there was a baby head right there on my chest.  I opened up my sweater which encompassed both LE and I and showed the lady her legs dangling down my side to assure her "Yes, my baby is indeed here, but thank you for asking, crazy lady."

People say the darnedest stuff when you have a baby. 

05 December 2011

6 months

Last week my LE turned 6 months.  Can you believe half of a year already?!  She's growing so much every day.  This week her first little tooth popped through.  And I wasn't sure whether to celebrate or mourn, because you just really never know what these new steps will do to sleep and really isn't it all about sleep?  As soon as we're getting a good nights sleep we pray nothing will change!  But she's taking the new tooth thing like a champ, other than gnawing on her daddy and me all the time. 

Liking french toast and banana sticks. 

(Baby food modification: Make one slice of french toast pre-cinnamon batter for baby.  Bananas easily split into thirds, making perfect finger sized food for baby.)

Food suddenly became more interesting this week.  The Pediatrician told me no wheat, protein, or milk yet, but oops I had already given her them all (note: we have no history of food allergies). 

Lately, I'm becoming a huge fan of MATERNAL INSTINCT.  Seriously, where did all the maternal instinct go in our culture?  Have we lost it in some dark corner in the basement of society?  I think we should pull it back out, dust it off, and put it on the living room mantel, where we live our everyday lives.  For example, I don't need a medical doctor to tell me how to feed my baby, when to nurse, how to put her to sleep or comfort her.  I'm actually sick of professionals telling me I need to let her "cry it out," nurse less frequently, give her mushy Gerber cereals, etc.  I need a medical doctor to tell me if my baby's lungs, heart, and other body parts look ok, the other stuff I can figure out. 

That's the nice thing about a home birth.  If I can catch my own baby (with the assistance of a nurse midwife), I probably can figure out the rest.  So, trust that inner voice!  You know you're baby best, and you know what works for you and your family. 

Sweetly sleeping, my favorite.

21 November 2011

so you say you're from ohio?

Ok, this might sound bad, but I prefer midwesterners.  They are my favorite kind of people.  Whenever I meet a midwesterner I automatically assume we should be friends, because of course they are going to live life at a slower pace, want kids, and be generally friendly and good-hearted. 

Here's how I rank the country: 
#1 Mid-westerners, followed by
#2 Non-East or West coasters

 That's it. Now you know where you stand in my world...

The city can be quite rude and taint one over time.  And I've been here almost 7 years!  I'm worried the East coast has corrupted me and I may not fit in when I return to the Midwest...someday, over the rainbow.  I might hate the slow walking and talking.  The Engineer might feel lost with out a traffic jam to get stuck in.  And LE might be scared of corn fields and cows.

Nah...I'm sure we'll fit in just peachy, someday.

17 November 2011

all in an afternoons work

The Engineer: What did you and LE do today?
Me: We went to Trader Joes, didn't make it inside though.
The Engineer: Sounds like fun.
This is a conversation I have far to frequently with my husband.  What is it about Trader Joes that I can only make it into the store about half the time.  I kid you not, I've been there twice this week, but haven't made inside yet. 

Both times I was in the neighborhood, so it wasn't a complete waste, but still.  The first time I realized I didn't have my wallet on me.  LE was hungry, so I nursed her and then she slept on me for 20 minutes.  The second time LE had fallen asleep in the car and I waited about 10 minutes and decided I didn't want to wait any longer, but I also didn't want to wake her, so I just left.  I pondered if Trader Joes might be interested in paying me some money to fetch carts while I waste away part of my afternoon in their parking lot.  Then I wondered if I was creeping the people out parked next to me, who see me sitting there when they go in the store and still there when they come out.  I want to point to my back seat and indicate sleeping baby...not a creepy lady sitting in a "way too big for the city, gas guzzling" black SUV.

I'm hopeful tomorrow we'll make it inside.  I know some people probably find my little "problem" to be ridiculous.  I agree, it is.  But don't you wish your problems were this simple and they came with a face this cute?



 LE's newest trick - on her hands and knees rocking.  Isn't it too soon...?


A closer look at my favorite rolls.  80% of all my pride is located in these thighs and booty.  You understand, though, don't you?

16 November 2011

confessions of this slacker mom

(I know this is an odd title after I post about being a "perfectionist.")
But here I am, sitting on the red couch and eating a brownie ice cream sundae, while LE naps.  Oh, and it's 9:30am. 



I've been reading a book called "Confessions of a Slacker Mom."  It's about letting kids experience the natural consequences of their actions, not buying lots of gadgety toys, etc.  The whole premise is that being a slacker (or in better terms, more laid back) mom teaches kids more life lessons.  Therefore, justifying one to be more lazy and cheap.  Right up my alley.

Anyway, a month of so ago I was at the mall with Sarah feeding LE in the "mother's room" at Nordstrom (very awesome of you, btw, Nordstrom!) and I heard a little explosion happen in LE's diaper, followed by a couple more explosions.  At this point all the moms are snickering and congratulating LE on her accomplishment (Don't we all celebrate a poop?).  Sarah and I look at each other, because, you see, I decided to keep it simple and bring NOTHING with us.  Luckily one of the moms took pity on me and gave me one of her toddler's diapers and some wipes.  I put the 2 sizes too big diaper on LE and was left with one messy cloth diaper.  Leaving me to have to ask a Nordstrom clerk for a shopping bag to place my poopy diaper in and carry it around a store way too posh for my stay at home mom life.  I felt a little like a slacker mom, but I also felt inspired how moms stick together.  Having a baby is an immediate entrance into a secret world of motherhood, where you help a momma out and take help when you need it!

10 November 2011

practice doesn't make perfect

I've been told I'm a perfectionist by both a psychiatrist and a counselor now, so I guess it must be true.  I thought perfectionists lined everything up neatly in their cupboards and ironed their underwear, but apparently I'm one of the non-clean freak type of perfectionists.


(At the risk of sounding like, as my brother tells me, a desperate suburban housewife that pops pills, I'm going to tell you about my "therapy".  Please don't judge, readers or brother.) 
When the whole PPD thing hit I saw a psychiatrist, but she was expensive (Like the kind of expensive where you say to yourself "I totally picked the wrong career...") and the focus was mostly on medication, so I've since switched to my primary care physician for medication management and a licensed social worker for counselling.  I feel like this combo is more productive, for me at least. 

I wasn't sure counseling would be terribly helpful, because I feel like I talk about things pretty thoroughly, but it does seem to be helping to have an outsiders viewpoint and someone challenging me on the true source of my anxiety.  Apparently, I have high expectations for parenting LE with a splash of "fear of failure."  You probably asking what mother doesn't have this?  It's this very combo of high expectations of self and fear of failure that has probably caused me anxiety throughout life, with my first memory of anxiety beginning in the fourth grade.  I also hate change.  Didn't need a credentialed person to tell me that one.  Just thought I'd throw that out there. 

I decided the counselor was probably right.  You see, for example, I don't want LE to watch to tv...EVER.  I think it's a bad habit and I decided the tv should never be on in her waking presence.  Causing a source of tension between the Engineer and I, since there's football, espn, news, etc at the top of his list of things to do on Saturdays.  I've pretty much completely gave up all tv, even my trashy tv favorites.  No more Kardashians, Sister Wives, Kelly and Regis...  Once she pointed this perfectionist tendency out in me, I realized I was being a bit extreme.  A little tv isn't going to hurt LE.  Our family isn't going to become couch potatoes if the Engineer watches one game on Saturdays.  Time to let go, Julie, time to let go.  Every parent messes up, but I'm still going to be a pretty great parent, and more likely an even better one if I let go of some of my expectations and perfectionism.  I don't need to be perfect, just overall great will do.

Can one overcome anxiety?  Especially if it goes all the way back to the fourth grade?  Who knows.  But I figure it can only get better if I try.

Now for your baby fix...




New favorite pastime: Knocking down towers.

08 November 2011

what i didn't know

about becoming a mother...
  1. My perfume bottles would have an inch of dust on them and my new scent would be sour milk.  I even bath in curds of spit up half the time when I take a bath with LE (which we both love doing, the bath, not the spit up).
  2. I would learn to pee while nursing a newborn...and on one occasion go #2 (I know, gross, but true).
  3. I'd say the phrase "Um, babe, I think I just peed all over the floor." (Ok, that's more the aftermath of childbirth, but still...).
  4. My life would feel like the movie "Groundhog Day," except less suicidal.
  5. Going to work or the gym would become a huge treat.  And even if I'm only gone for an hour, I'd miss my baby.
  6. I'd be so overwhelmed with exhaustion and love. 
  7. My romanticized ideas of a sleepy newborn would be crushed, and the Engineer and I would have to be "sleep enforcers," spending hours trying to get LE to sleep in her early weeks. 
  8. My new morning duties would include fishing out dried boogers from LE's crib.
  9. When talking to the Pediatrician, I'd need to refine the art of nodding my head in agreeance and exclude certain bits of information...such as "My daughter sleeps on her tummy."  Yikes!
  10. "Poop" would become my #1 topic of conversation.
  11. The Engineer wouldn't be allowed to LOOK at me unless there were at least two boxes of birth control in our house.
  12. The Engineer and I would freak out on anyone who interrupts LE's sleep, be it an angry driver honking their horn in traffic or a teenager bumping into her stroller at the mall.  Serioulsy people...can't you see the sleeping baby?!

Welcome to parenthood.  It seems to bring out the worst and best in a person, and humble you in a way you never knew possible. 

04 November 2011

baby led weaning

LE is the most adorable baby ever, but you already knew that...  Sometimes she does rather funny things.  Like her blank stare face with her mouth open.  I'm sure it's her curious trying to figure out the world face.  Or her excited kick legs and thrash arms up and down, hitting her self in the crouch repeatedly.  The Engineer always says "Why does she keep hitting herself in the junk?" 

 There it is...the famous open mouth, stare.

 Ok mommy, Twinkle, twinkle is my favorite song...I guess I'll smile for you.

 Mixing it up, classic stare with a drip of spit up.

 Oh how I love your face.  Those cheeks are irrestible.


We haven't exactly "started solids", but I did start to give LE chuncks food to knaw on.  She's been showing more interest in food in the last couple of weeks, so I figured we'd start experimenting.  Her favorite is apple slices.  I've decided to use a method called "Baby Led Weaning."  (Here's a good resource.)  Which essentially is skipping cereals and purees, giving baby chunks of food, and allowing them to feed themselves.  YES, it's going to be REALLY messy, which is why most choose to do purees and spoon feeding.  Right now I'm just letting her practice picking up foods and getting a taste for different flavors.  I think we'll try chunks of avocado this weekend.  With Baby Led Weaning your baby may or may not end up with any food in their mouth, but she gets a chance to explore food and decide when she's ready to eat solids.  Over time she'll take more and more food and les and less breastmilk until she decides to wean.  Sounds nice, right?  We'll see how it goes...

Which brings up a question that I'm asked frequently:
"How long do you plan to breastfeed?"
And to be honest I don't have a great answer.  Atleast a year, maybe two.  I secretely hope LE gently weans herself sometime during the 12-24 month period.  I haven't thought about what I'll do if she wants to go longer than 2 years.  Right now, I love breastfeeding and am in no hurry to wean, but by two years I'll probably be singing a different tune.

Happy weekend to everyone!  Hope it's relaxing (that's our goal).

31 October 2011

boo

LE was a big, scary (ok, super cute, cherry on top, drooling) cupcake at her baby Halloween party yesterday. 

 Watch out or I'll get you with my big sloppy kisses!
(Thanks for the costume, Auntie Sarah!)

These days our latest activities end by 5:30pm, and the only parties we get invitations to are from 1 year olds.  Who knew having a 5 month old would equal such a booming social calendar...from birthdays, to holiday parties, to baby happy hours.  Oh and my favorite yet, the Engineer taking LE to Chucky Cheese.  

LE, you have managed to turn your lazy, introverted folks into some bizarre form of socialites!  Just the other day I had a pregnant mom approach me because she heard I organize a mom group.  The Engineer and I just looked at each wondering how I became the go to mom in our complex?  I mean literally we lived here for 2 years pre-LE and not ONE single person ever talked to us.  I guess we were meant to do this baby thing...and, therefore, we'll have to have more.  But not for a really, really long time!  Just in case you were wondering, we are on a Engineer finish school before we can even say the word "baby making" timeline. 

Forget "boo", "baby making" is way more scary this Halloween!

29 October 2011

the week

It's been a White House and poop in the tub kind of week.


LE and I ventured downtown with another mommy friend and baby.  We had fun showing our little ones the sights and really just getting out of the house.  Then the Engineer and I were invited to do a tour of the West Wing.  It was scheduled for after LE's bedtime, so I almost skipped out, but at the last minute I decided to be brave and leave my sweetie pie for our first evening "date".  Being a stay at home mom is awesome, but it makes it hard to ever get away.  I love LE to pieces, but sometimes I miss how carefree and lazy the Engineer and I used to be.  We'll have it back in a decade or two and then we'll probably miss the chaos of our kiddos. 


On a less significant note, LE pooped in the tub twice this week.  There's always those moments when she makes her strained pooped face in the tub and I think "Oh crap don't do it."  And she never did, until this week.  Apparently the relaxing warm water gets things a moving. 



Isn't she looking so big?  My little baby is growing up.  Well not too much, I guess, since she poops in the tub!

24 October 2011

one fell off and bumped her head

I'm feeling like a bad momma today.  While watching my neighbors son, I proped LE up in the corner of the couch and a few minutes later I heard a thud followed by screaming.  I remember my mom telling me every baby eventually falls off a couch or a bed.  But I thought, why would that happen?  Once LE is rolling I'll just make sure I put her in safe places.  And even though I knew it wasn't smart, I left her in the corner of the couch for just ONE minute.  Turns out I'm just like everyone else, I'm no super mom...

Becoming a parent certainly helps you extend grace to your own parents. Before being a parent you talk about all the ways you'll do it differently and after becoming a parent you realize your parents were trying really hard, but they too were human.


I also set off the fire alarm making pot roast and paid several hundred too much for new tires today.  My Engineer, being the kind soul he is, told me "It's just a Monday."  He also said he was glad LE fell off the couch on my watch that way he won't feel so bad when it happens to him.  I appreciate his grace for all my Monday mishaps.

In good news, the weekend went well, so I'm feeling more confident about travel again.  Here's some pics of trip:


LE is such a great air traveler. 


A big fan of the window seat!


Papaw has the magic touch for putting LE to sleep.

Lovin on grammy.

Our family sans brother. 

19 October 2011

a little too ironic, yeah, i really do think

So, I told EVERYONE that we were on a traveling hiatus this month.  And we especially were not going to go to OHIO.  The thought of traveling causes me anxiety.  It was traveling that kicked off this whole "LE not sleeping" thing; and therefore, traveling is no longer my friend. 

And then life said, "Hey you, get over yourself.  You're going to Ohio!"

Looks like we're going to Ohio for my grandmother's funeral.  Fingers crossed it'll be a good thing.  It's making the Engineer take some time off of work and will hopefully be a nice get-a-way, family bonding sort of trip.

On a side note, LE has actually slept through the night a couple of times!  She'll throw us a bone and then go back to her old ways of waking up every a hour or two.  Please, what is the magic combination, dear child of mine?!  But, nonetheless, there's light at the end of the tunnel.  And again, the baby minimalist me is being a huge hypocrite and doing everything possible to replicate LE's sleep arrangements in Ohio.  Money I will spend and stuff I will collect, if it gives me any hope of LE sleeping well.

Oh the irony.

17 October 2011

my grandma

You know what the best thing about a grandma is...they say the darnedest things.  Just like a little child, they say exactly what pops into their head.  No beating around the bush, just the honest truth. (remember this post?)

When the Engineer met my grandma she was in the ER on a bed (took a fall off some steps on her way to our house).  She looked at him and said in a very matter of fact tone "I thought you'd be taller."  The next time she saw him (she was home and sitting up) she told him "You've grown!  You're very handsome."  Perspective, I guess, changes things for both a grandmother and a child.

I love how simply my grandmother thought.  She truly had a childlike faith.  I remember her telling me that Jesus didn't actually drink wine, it was really just grape juice.  I just agreed with her...what would be the point in discussing cultural contexts and historical facts?  She also had an amazing ability to forgive others and love in spite of their sins.  I'm always setting boundaries and protecting myself and family from being hurt, and even though I think my choices are mostly healthy, I admired my grandmother's ability to let go and love. 

Last night she met her creator.  And I know without a doubt that she was filled with a childlike excitement when she saw Him.

Betty Coleman
04/27/1934- 10/16/2011

14 October 2011

ppd revisited

So before we get into the depressing stuff (yes, I mean that literally), lets have an "awwwww, she's so cute" moment...


(Thanks for making LE a personalized onesie, Angela!) 

I don't really want to dwell too much on the topic, but I figured an update was in order.  Last week was a bit rough in our house.  LE is acting a bit like a newborn at night for the last several weeks and it finally caught up with me.  I started to feel my post partum depression symptoms return.  It starts with anxiety, moves into insomnia, and depression follows.  Luckily I was able to acknowledge it and work towards moving on, again.  It's two steps forward and one back, right?  For the most part when I have a bad day or week I know that I just need to push through it and things will pass in a few days.  Last week a sleep aid help me get back on track. 

It seems that the question people ask me most in person is if I had to take any medication to help with my PPD.  And the answer is YES.  I've never taken an anti-depressant before, but I also never had to take care of a baby 24/7 before.  When my PPD hit I felt like I couldn't just press through it on my own, because I needed to be happy for LE and to be able to take great care of her.  So, when the doctor suggested an antidepressant  my first thought was "Will this effect my breastmilk?" and once I was reassured it was safe I decided it was the right move for me at that time.  Although, it hasn't been medication alone that has helped me...as you've noticed through my blog posts.

The thing about entering into motherhood is that life is no longer just about you.  Even when I married the Engineer life was still essentially about me.  I could nap when I wanted to nap, eat when I wanted, sleep in, take my good ole time getting ready for the day; sure there's the money thing and learning to live with someone else, but for the most part we were both pretty self centered.  Now everything is pretty much on LE's terms.  I have lost complete control over sleep.  I sleep when she does and wake when she does.  And it's that loss of control that threw me off the most and caused me so much anxiety.  I'm learning to let go and appreciate the lessons God is teaching me on becoming less self centered and more patient. 

What I have found most helpful recently is praying while I'm putting LE to sleep (which can be a long process).  If I pray for her and the Engineer, it tends to melt any frustrations I have towards them and helps me to be a more loving mother and wife.  This has also made my toughest time of the day a more enjoyable time, a time for reflection. 

There you have it.  Everyday is not always pretty, but 'big picture' life's looking much better.  If you're a fellow PPD momma, it can be tough and scary, but hang in there and get the help you deserve!

09 October 2011

stuff, it's everywhere

Once upon a time we were baby minimalists...






And then stuff happened.  One borrowed item, one gift, nothing purchased, but some how everything has been gathered in what seems like every corner of the shoebox.  (and a very big sincere thank you to the family and friends who have given/loaned all these items to us).  The Engineer told me the other day as he carried the exersaucer into our home, that the pre-baby Julie would hate the current baby-clutter-Julie.  True, but reality has hit and trying to keep a baby happy and entertained all day leaves me stuck with...well stuff, because it turns out it's a harder job than I ever realized. 

08 October 2011

that's how we do dessert

Last weekend when Auntie Sarah was here...


And we made and ate this beast of a dessert...


It includes a brownie base, followed by a layers of peanut butter, milk chocolate, peanuts, vanilla ice cream, more peanut butter, nuts, and chocolate, and finally whip topping with a cherry on top!

I encourage you to treat yourself to one of these.  Or better yet, come visit me and I'll treat you to one!

04 October 2011

3 years and 1 baby later

Happy Anniversary to my favorite guy!


The Engineer and I were married in Ohio at a State Park called "Ash Cave".  It's one of my favorite places to go hiking.  I'm looking forward to taking LE there for a visit someday soon.  We had a small wedding with our closest family and friends.  It was simple and perfect, all in one.

It's fun to reminisce about your favorite memories.  My wedding day and LE's birth are at the top of my list, followed by our trips to Rockport, MA, the Mediterranean, and our honeymoon in Mexico.  We keep a goal book to track what our dreams and hopes are and then record them as they come true.  Traveling has a significant section in this book.  Since many of our fondest memories have been on trips we hope to take LE (and future children) on lots of fun adventures.  LE is was one of our dreams in our book and I'm so thankful she came true.  When a goal/dream comes true we write that in there as well.  It helps look back and see how good God has been to us.
"Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart."
-Psalm 37:4

Well, since I can't hang out with you today (stupid grad school), I guess a blog post to you will have to do! 

I love you, Engineer!

30 September 2011

baby's first cold

AAAaaaachooo.



We've been having one of those kind of weeks.  And I'm a sleepless momma, who can't seem to think of anything entertaining to tell you all.  Auntie Sarah is coming to visit us this weekend, so hopefully that will help us pass some smiles your way soon!


19 September 2011

flippin'

This is what my LE is up to these days...





"Mommy, look what I did!"

It's pretty darn cute to watch her work so adamantly at flipping over...(except when she wants to practice all night long, of course).  Her new move shows off her chubby little thighs, which are her best feature these days.  Really it's quite mind boggling to think about much how LE is learning and how quickly she's learning it.  I watch her look at her feet and just wonder how much longer until she realizes she can grab them.  Everyday is something new and fun.