Posted on | January 18, 2010 | 14 Comments
this edition of CC is more about the first time Harper had pigtails than it is about her outfit (though it is cute). if it weren’t so hard to wrangle this little bugger into my lap for long enough to create such precious lil’ sprouts, i’d do it every day. but alas, my patience does not floweth that deeply, nor does my desire to give my kid a terrible headache on the daily (because seriously? ponytails hurt. i personally hate them and so does my scalp). but for going out and playing with friends? done and done.
here is another shot of the piggies. and um, no, it’s not to also show you how radiant my skin looks now that i’m using mineral make-up and frankly, i’m offended you’d even imply that. jeeeeez louise.
i’d like to state for the record, that this evening, i went on a trampoline. i was talked into it by a very convincing 10 year old, who oddly didn’t think it would be a problem when i told her “i’m old” and “i haven’t done that in like 15 years”. so i bounced. i bounced and jumped and played that thing where you try to catapult the other person (in this case, said 10 year old) into the air. then i played ring around the rosy with a two year old, while my piggytailed daughter watched me through the window and my husband probably peed a little at what he was seeing. it was fun. except that whole getting off and trying to breathe normally again part. note to self: excersise won’t kill you, lady. and for petes sake, put that toblerone down.
Posted on | January 17, 2010 | 8 Comments
ook. there is no end to the amount of unwavering love i have for my kid. i love her to the moon and back, like at least 43 times. but after looking after her every need for 168 hours per week, i need a break every once in while. one can only pick food off the dogs back and wipe a bum that is wriggling with all it’s might to fight you so many times in a given day before you need to decompress.
luckily, i have a superuber cool loving husband that agrees. big time. saturday morning i was pleasantly surprised to wake up to a clock that read 10:00am and sounds of a giggly toddler downstairs. he made coffee while i took a long hot (uh, much needed) shower and then sent me off for a girls day with my mom.
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i felt really weird driving away from our house with an empty carseat in my rearview mirror, but for some reason felt comforted when i looked down and saw a mushed goldfish cracker on my jeans. motherhood is always with you, and usually in the form of something kind of gross on a piece of your clothing.
my mom and i got eachother the same gift for christmas. gift certificates to Bare Escentuals. happily, my friend meghan works there and she was working. so after a delicious lunch of cilantro lime shrimp salads and fat tires at nordstrom bistro, we got totally glamified over at BE. meghan is the cutest, sweetest thing ever and i think i might adopt her. she even asked me to please wear a bra when we hang out <– my kind of girl. i’m now obsessed with mineral makeup and informed Scot of this new problem when i returned home. he looked thrilled. at least i gave him a heads up?
the day was awesome, as was coming home to my faves snuggled up watching football. they obviously had a wonderful day together because when i went to drop her off at my mom’s she kept saying “da-dee? da-dee?” whilst looking for him. my outing revived my face and my spirit, and no, it so doesn’t make me a bad mom for enjoying time away from my kid.
so, a special shoutout to meghan, for making me look good and making me laugh (and because as she was ringing us up, she said “i better read about this on your blog!”). another special shoutout for my friend kelsey, who i ran into last night and told me flat out that she hopes i don’t have a “checker thingy” on my blog that tells me how often people look at it, because she’d be embarrassed. made my night, Kels. made my night.
it’s good to know i’m reaching people with my random banter. especially ones whom are waaaaay cooler than me.
Posted on | January 14, 2010 | 7 Comments
turquoise gloves, Target. from my mama!
purple hair clip/pin, J Crew. from my friend Bree.
beaded cuff bracelet, Patina. from my friend Jessica in the MN.
blackberry curve. from the best hubby in the whole wide world. thinking he might be regretting his purchase due to the sheer volume of time i spend clicking away at said gift. eeps.
Posted on | January 11, 2010 | 14 Comments
very so often, Harper does something that makes me cry. a few times, it’s been frustrated tears (why the %@$# are you throwing those pancakes on the ground THOSE are your FAVORITE?!), but the majority of the time, i cry because she is growing up and doing something cute. watching your child learn is by far the most gratifying part of parenthood. especially when it is kindness.
tonight she did something so cute and sweet that i need to blog about it so i won’t ever forget. because really? the internet never forgets, and frankly, i do. (p.s.? super glad the internet won’t ever forget my rad blazer).
Harper was all jammied up and ready for bed. i had put all her toys away in their basket while Scot got her set for tie-tie (that’d be night-night, and yes, our babytalk is stellar) and they came downstairs so she could hang for a few minutes before we put her down. she walked over to her toys and started taking them out. at first i was going to object (i mean hello kid, i just put those away). but she took one of the “treats” from her tea set (one that she usually puts to her mouth and says “mmm”), walked over to Scot with it proudly held in front of her and offered it to him. he said “oh, thank you!”, she smiled, turned and gibbered “oh yeah gibby jibby hey” as she headed back for the toys.
i kid you not, for the next half hour, she one by one took every toy she has and delivered them by hand to her daddy. each piece of her tea set, each ball from her popper, each shape from her sorter, and each circle from her stacker, one at a time until there was nothing left. every time, he said “oh, thank you!” and she said “oh yeah gibby jibby hey” as she went back for a new piece. i. almost. died.
Scot was covered in toys, looking like a room straight out of Hoarders, and i sat with tears in my eyes because she was sharing, and she was so dang proud and so deliberate and it was omg too much. she even gave him her binkie. her binkie, you guys. my only regret was not having the camera charged so i could a) video the cuteness and b) have a photo to show you guys of the hubs mountain-o-toys.
she went to bed a half hour late and we had to put all her toys away again. it’s not even funny how little i care.
side note : so “oh yeah gibby jibby hey” either means “you’re welcome” or “here take this peice of crap, i am so totally over it. and since you’re so stoked on it, lemme go get you another one”. we’re going with the first one to keep the story cute and endearing.
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this edition of CC is more about the first time Harper had pigtails than it is about her outfit (though it is cute). if it weren’t so hard to wrangle this little bugger into my lap for long enough to create such precious lil’ sprouts, i’d do it every day. but alas, my patience does not floweth that deeply, nor does my desire to give my kid a terrible headache on the daily (because seriously? ponytails hurt. i personally hate them and so does my scalp). but for going out and playing with friends? done and done.
