One Born Every Minute

When I look at magazines, I want things. Things like clothes, shoes, and makeup jump off the page and tell me I'll be prettier and happier if I only had them. The models make me feel like my curvy body is lacking.  So, I learned in high school to just stop reading the glossy mags so that I didn't get caught up in negative thoughts. After infertility, baby shows became my new magazines.

While I never particularly cared for the hundreds of baby shows pre-baby making attempting years, I avoided them like the plague when I started infertility treatments. BUT NOW....after having my little love-bug, I find myself slyly drawn to them when I can't find a good movie or show to watch.

Sometimes, its the multiples shows that draw me. Of course, then I want to smack the parents because their shining positive attitudes that nothing will go wrong reeks to me of smugness. I'm sure it's not, but they just haven't had their innocence about conceiving a child shattered. Of course there's nothing wrong with having a multiple--I just thank god that I didn't have a set because my cervix never could have taken that. That makes me a little jealous too.

Other times, it's the I didn't know I was pregnant type of show. Really. Do I even need to comment on this?

Tonight I hit the show "One Born Every Minute." I watched some tonsils as a mom screamed her lungs out. Then I gaped at a quirky woman who shaved her facial area before her kiddo was born. On television! Finally, a couple who had several miscarriages safely delivered a baby girl. Sigh.  There were several moments of jealousy for me like when the baby was placed directly on the mom's chest instead of being whisked away to be examined by a NICU team. But most of all...

I just want to be the one to have another minute.

xoxo

Be merry.

Today I read this post of Michelle's over at My Life After Loss. It brought to life all of the lovely Christmas traditions and experiences that I can't wait to have with E.

Then I read a few blogs of people who are still waiting for their cherub faced baby like the one I get to put asleep every night.

And it all goes back to how I feel damn lucky to have my husband and son sleeping in their warm rooms on this very snowy night.

Be merry.

xoxo

Christmas Cheer

It seems like this year I have not been feeling the Christmas cheer. I'm not unhappy about it. I just don't seem to feel the nice warm glow that I usually get from this time of year. After {much} consideration, I have decided this unusual lack of cheer has come from several factors:

1) moving my tree from the family room where we normally hang out to the dining room which you can see from outside our house.

2) not getting xmas PJs for E until this week.

3) working too much on the end of semester homework rush/internship hours

4) not enough xmas music - seriously!

Despite these factors, today I finally felt a little warmth when I created this:

While my *Golden* turkey shirt was too cute, it was also way too expensive for my SAHM sensibility. So instead, I gave it a whirl and tried it myself. You can see that I'm not a professional by any means, but I did manage to get everything sewn on and the bells securely fastened (omg choking hazard!). 

E looved the shirt when I gave it a jingle. It was that smile that finally gave me the Christmas cheer. It also helped that I put him in some cute little holiday PJs. He was not as excited about those. 

Heehee.

xoxo

My new iphone cover...

Since I am a gadget junky, it's not a total surprise that my son's favorite toy is my iphone. Or should I say, his favorite toy is...granny's iphone, or daddy's iphone, or pretty much anything that has a power button which he can snag without me looking! So while I may tolerate him eating puffs off the floor and letting the dog lick his sippy cup, I don't really appreciate him ingesting massive amounts of phone germs or putting his slobber all over my favorite accessory. Sooooooo, I found this...

Fisher-Price Laugh & Learn Apptivity Case

It is essentially a lock box kid proof cover disguised as a toy! I unpacked it today and we are both very very happy with my purchase. Is it bad that after a few hours with it, I now want to get my one-year-old his own Ipod Touch to put inside this?

What
am
I
thinking?
#CRAZY MOM

xoxo

Usurped

Photo from Here

I knew this day would come.

I thought I would be fine with it.

But really, it kind of hurt my feelings.

In the first six weeks of life, little E would routinely settle down for the magic wielding wonder-dad. After that, he has been all about mama. Anytime he needed comfort or snuggles, he would want me. Me. Me. Me. While I loooved it, I occasionally wondered how it would be to have a moment to cook dinner without twenty pounds on my hip. I felt a little guilty.

When the moment finally came, it totally caught me by surprise. However, I was glad it was Granny who temporarily usurped my position. Little E squirmed out of my arms, stumbled over to her and threw his arms up. That afternoon, she was the only one he wanted.

Sigh. My baby is growing up.

xoxo

little E

Little E has just turned up the volume on his personality lately. The things this kiddo does! He grooves to music, bending his knees and starting to lift up his feet. He's started taking his toys and chucking them over the fence of the play area. What's even better is that it's not just small things that he tosses. The other day he tried lifting up his bumbo. Speaking of his bumbo, it has returned to the regular playing lineup. Check it out!

xoxo

Trash Day

Trash Day in Alaska.
<3 it.

xoxo

Sleds...

Besides my block set that I'm making for little for xmas, I really want to buy ME US him one of these sleds....so I can get OUTSIDE with little E.

Eurobaby Snow Baby Sled $179

Same as above sled with handle extended

Eurosled Snow Tiger $139.99 
can take toddler seat and handle off as needed to become regular sled (2 person)

Infant Toboggan $28.99
most affordable option

We bundled him up in his snowsuit and boots for the first time last weekend which was just hilarious. He loved it! I'm trying to figure out things to get me outside and moving. I figure that pushing or pulling him in a sled or toboggan would make both of us happy. What do you think? Any experience sledding/tobogganing with a one year old?

xoxo

If you need a laugh, you should check out the "25 Funniest Autocorrects of DYAC's First Year." It's raunchy, but I was totally cracking up.

xoxo