Posted on | October 31, 2009 | 11 Comments
Dear Harper,
I always planned on writing you a letter for your first birthday, I just didn’t imagine itwould come so quick. I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since you came into our lives.
Being pregnant with you was one of the happiest times of my life, topped only by having you actually here in my arms. Watching you come into this world with your Daddy right by my side was the most miraculous thing I’ve ever done. What a year it’s been. Seeing your personality develop over the months has been such a joy. You are silly, caring, spunky and most of all, hilarious.
Tonight you woke up crying and I rocked you in the rocking chair trying to comfort you. You took up my whole chest and lap! You used to fit snuggly on one shoulder. I held you and tried to mentally file away the whole moment in my memory bank. Your little hand grasping your blankie, your cheek on my chest, the gentle weight of your little body snuggling against me. You may not understand my love for you until you have a baby of your own, but i’ll say it anyways – I love you more than words can ever say. I love you so much it makes my heart hurt sometimes. You are the sunshine of my life.
(If you’re reading this as a teenager, you might be totally grossed out by how mushy I am being right now, and that’s ok. Just pull this letter out again when you’re say, 30).
This past year you’ve had many firsts. It seemed each week brought something new, and you were constantly changing. Rolling over, giggling, sitting up, then crawling, now almost walking. There are a world of firsts in front of you. First steps, first skinned knee, first words, first day of school, first love, first heartbreak – your life is ahead of you. I hope you know I’ll be there for you for all of these things and more.
I am so excited to see the little girl, then young lady, then woman you will become. Their are so many memories to be made and I just want you to know, and always know, I am so very proud to be your Mommy.
Happy birthday, my beautiful girl.
Love,
Mommy
Posted on | October 29, 2009 | 19 Comments
nine zero.
that is how much weight Scot and myself have shed since Harper was born, almost one year ago (363 days to be exact). at the time, i didn’t even notice he was putting on weight. but how can one not put on weight when their hormonal wife insists on going to baskin robins nightly. NIGHTLY. because she neeeeeds her coffee icecream in a sugar cone. unless it was one of the nights that she needed a heath blizzard, extra heath (except i still totally order that and he gets soooo bent out of shape when he has to order it at the drive through because lets’ face it, it sounds kinda fat).
once i was coming out of my Harper induced haze (that’d be postpartum), he informed me that it was not ok for him to be buying a size 40 jean and that he “got fat” while i was pregnant. it wasn’t until months later (after he started dropping the weight) that i really noticed how much he had gained when i looked back at photos. turns out he was the heaviest he’d ever been. i had gained about 35 pounds with my pregnancy, pretty much all of which was in the last 3 months (yikes). seriously though, the BR chick knew us. for reals.
the other day Scot informs me he hit a new low (because he has been losing weight like a maniac for the past 8 months). 185 pounds.
a) this means he’s lost 50 pounds.
b) that is what i weighed the day i had Harper.
combined with the 40 lbs i’ve lost since she came along, i’d say we have done pretttty good. of course, he lost all actual fat while i got to push 7.5 out in the form of a cuddly cute newborn, not to mention all the um, stuff, that comes along with it but whatever! i worked hard, too!
as much as i hate to shame myself (and possibly piss off my hub) by putting our “fat” picture on the interweb, i hafta so you can see the difference.
december 31st, 2008
october 11, 2009
i’m not even going to front: i’m proud of us.
Posted on | October 28, 2009 | 2 Comments
when i first pictured Harpers 1st birthday party, i hardly thought i’d have the time or engery to make all of the decorations. but after nearly vomiting at all of the ugly party favors and themes that target had (yes, even my mecca makes some mistakes), and seeing how expensive it is to buy them off of etsy, i did it. and i’m really excited to hang everything, blow up balloons (well, bree will be doing that), arrange things and admire my handy work. it might look like a hot pink and green monster threw up elephants and polkadots all over my house, but i’m cool with that.
we have a busy next few days. tomorrow evening we are heading to Stacy’s house for some photos! she has a photography group that meets monthly and she has asked Harper to be her model! i’ve got a few cute outfits and hats ready to go. now all we need is photoshop to clean up the lovely scratch she gave herself right by her eye (sad!).
we also have a playdate with Harper’s friend Julia and her mom Tiffany. Julia is a little over a month older than H and they really enjoy playing together. they haven’t seen eachother since august, so it will be fun to see Julia walking and now they can really play since H is almost doing it, too. speaking of walking, she has decided the laundry basket is the perfect thing to push around the living room to practice. so cute. and cheap!
friday my mom is taking off to help me with getting ready for the party and saturday is the big ONE. hopefully i’ll be so busy entertaining that i will forget my baby is no longer a baby (though she always will be to me). if only i didn’t have all this time beforehand to think about it…
to top it all off, i feel like i may be getting sick. fortunately it’s probably all in my head, because i’m a hypochondriac (have i mentioned that before? that’s a whole ‘nother post). regardless, i’ve been making out with a glass of airborne frequently because seriously, i.can’t.get.sick.
i’ll leave you with some pics from today. sillyness in the M household:
Posted on | October 27, 2009 | 3 Comments
october 26th will always stick with me. it was my due date. the day i expected to have or already be holding my first baby. it didn’t happen that way, but after anticipating something for 9 months it’s just a day i’ll always have etched in my mind regardless. this day last year i was 2cm dilated and hopeful. wish i would have realized how sweet it was to have my little one snug and safe in my belly. now she is 5 days away from her first birthday. time to start measuring her life in years instead of months (though i’ll probably be one of those moms who says her age in months until she’s 2 – because c’mon – 16 months is way different than 1 year). i’m excited and sad. i’m loving the little human being she is becoming, but missing the old days. probably because it doesn’t seem right that her tiny life is going so fast. 
october 26, 2008. it’s impossible to imagine my belly being this big now. which is crazy, because at the time, i couldn’t imagine it being back to normal ever. p.s. thats the face of a lady who thought she was going into labor any second.
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