Thursday, September 18, 2014

#12monthsofben: 4 Months





Benjamin is 4 months old. 
Likes: Bath time is still his favorite time of the day, he enjoys being thrown in the air, and tickle fights are hilarious to him. Talking in high pitched voices is a fave, and he's finally relized that tummy time can be fun, not something I invented to torture him. 
Dislikes: He has a love/hate relationship with the bumbo. He wants to sit up so badly! He has figured out he can roll over but he's not a fan of it yet. 

This month my baby decided he was done with being swaddled to sleep and he graduated to the sleep sack. He figured out he can reach his feet, and I'm sure it's just a matter of time before he learns to take his socks/booties off, just when they were finally staying on his feet in the first place. 

We have a doctor's appointment next week, and I am anxious to see how much he's grown since last time we measured and weighed him. 

I thought he would be sad that he wouldn't have my long hair to pull anymore, but in true manly fashion, he didn't even notice I cut my hair. Men!


Monday, September 15, 2014

#YOLO

I knew I wanted a change in the beauty department as soon as Benjamin was born. I felt different, the long hair was not me anymore, but when I approached my hair stylist about it she recommended waiting a bit, you know, to make sure it wasn't just my hormones making me crazy.

Truth is, my hormones did make me crazy, but they had nothing to do with me cutting my hair. My life as I knew it changed and darn it, so should my hair! I took her advice nonetheless and waited impatiently for 4 months, until my hair started falling in chunks thanks to the aforementioned hormones. That was my cue, it was time. 

I looked at every possible haircut for inspiration and brought it up to the board, AKA Les and Steph. 


And then this happened.


Eleven inches. Gone. 
I won't lie, it was a bit scary, but it was also liberating. The scissors took the last 3 years of my hair life with it and now we start anew. 


So there's that. 
YOLO, my friends, YOLO. 


Friday, September 5, 2014

Babies don't keep


These pictures show what a huge part of my days consists of. Benjamin has rocked my world, made me fall in love head over heels, and taught me the value of stillness. The bags under my eyes are worse for wear and my house is less tidy, but my arms are always full, and oh, how I wish they would forever remain this way!

This poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton is everything. Every word. Every day.


Mother, O mother, come shake out your cloth,
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing, make up the bed,
sew on a button, and butter the bread.



Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
she's up in the nursery blissfully rocking.




Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
lullaby, rockabye, lullabye loo. 


Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
pat-a-cake darling, and peek, peekaboo.


The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew, 
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo.



But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo,
look! aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue? 
lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.


The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
but children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow,
so quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.










Monday, September 1, 2014

Goodbye summer
















We closed the season with a road trip, a cabin, ice cream, barbecues, games, and a lake.
Thank you friends for coming, celebrating, and watching Ben for us. 

Ready or not, here comes fall!


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

My best year yet



This time last year I was turning 30 and I had no idea the incredible year that awaited me. Both, professionally and personally speaking, the first year of the third decade of my life started and ended with a bang. Definitely my best year yet. 

I am thankful for my life and the people who surround me, especially those three little monsters: papa, baby Ben, and Sandwich, who graciously offered to step into the picture in representation of Lio, who still has not come to terms with the fact that  Ben is here to stay, and therefore refuses to appear in family photos. Cats! Shake my head.

Here's to the blessing of turning a year older in a healthy body, living in a great state, surrounded by the love of incredible people. The Lord's goodness and faithfulness are not lost on me. 

He will love you, bless you, and multiply you. He will also bless the fruit of your womb and the fruit of your ground, your grain and your wine and your oil, the increase of your herds and the young of your flock in the land that he swore to your fathers to give you - Deuteronomy 7:13
P.S. This is the first year I did not plan my own birthday celebrations, Tim said he would take care of it. Let's see what he has up his sleeve.


Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Summertime, and the livin' is easy



top: Target, tank top: MNG, shorts: J Crew Factory, sandals: Target, sunnies: Ray-Ban, panama hat: market in Ecuador


I did not plan it this way, but I am so glad we had a summer baby. Our little family had the chance to have my parents visit during the best part of the year, we were able to learn to use all our outdoor gadgets, stroll around in nice temperate weather, and even enjoy family picnics right off the bat. I have always been more of an autumn kind of girl, but this summer has been so good and so special to us it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to watch the fireweed die, and pull sweaters out every now and again because the chill of the wind is starting to creep in.

So before the last of the warm weather leaves us, I find it necessary to wear all the shorts and dresses I won't see for another year. You know what else? Sandals! Because soon enough my toes will be buried under Smartwool socks, boots, and snow.

But not today. Today we wear shorts, stroll on sunny trails, and sip on Pellegrino limonatas. Live on summer, live on!





Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Back in the race


If you have followed this blog for a while you know that I love running. I ran all the way until I was around five/six-ish months pregnant, after that I jogged, then I walked, and by the end I waddled to the best of my ability until the very day I went into labor because running for me has always been more than just a sport. It has given me the ability to push my body outside of my comfort zone, physically and mentally, but most of all it allows me alone time with God.

That trail has seen me worship, plead, thank, and converse with a God that finds me without fail every time I hit the pavement and today was no different. For the first time in three months I laced up my shoes, put Ben in the chariot, and we headed for the trail. 

My friend Jason was right, pushing that stroller is like trying to run pushing a cart full of groceries, not to mention that my pace is slow, I was out of breath more than once, and holy cow, someone should have warned me about running with boobs full of milk. I was not a pretty sight to look at {see picture above} but He was there and He didn't care, instead He gave me 70 degree weather and a cool ocean breeze as I set my playlist to A Little Longer:

What can I do for You?
What can I bring to You?
What kind of song would You like me to sing?
'Cause I'll dance a dance for You,
Pour out my love for You,
What can I do for You beautiful King?
'Cause I can't thank You enough
All of the words that I find and I
Can't thank You enough.

Then I hear You say
You don't have to do a thing
Just simply be with me and let those things go
They can wait another minute
Wait
This moment is too sweet
Please stay here with me
And love on me a little longer
'Cause I'm in love with you.

I'm back in the race, you guys. You should come along.