sunday

truth be told

I think I’ve been purposely avoiding this.

The truth is- you are ten months old. That’s how long I baked you in my tummy. Then you came. It was wonderful. Now I can’t imagine it any other way. You are my happiness, my life, and my dream come true. Thank you for letting me be your mommy.

[ten months baked]

What I have not shared is that you are in the big girl class at school now. The one where you sleep on cots (aye!) and eat at the table. The one where you play outside and dance and sing songs with your classmates. Not the one where you sleep in a crib, or have bottles all day. Not the one where you stay in the safety of the indoors and spend your day snoozing. Nope. The next one after that. Wow.

You push around your dinosaur (daddy’s gift to you) all evening long, letting go of the handle a little more each day. You have learned to balance your weight and stand up straight. You are up more than you are down. Your teacher tells me you will be walking in the next week or two. I’m not ready. Just like for sitting up and crawling. I don’t care.

What a personality. You mimic “I love you” and say mom mom and dada all the time. We taught you the sign for “more” because you would scream for more after every bite. Meal times are much easier now and we are going to work on “please” next.

People keep mentioning Fall is coming. And October. And Halloween. All of that only means ONE thing to me. I think you know what I mean.

Stay little, my precious bug.

our weekends

Weekends are the bomb. Yep, the bomb diggity. Even though it seems like you clean and then mess up your house about four million times over, it’s still worth it. Me being the boring/homey and boring person I am (did I say boring?), our biggest adventures are the front yard and the grocery store.

Take that.

I know, I know, you REALLY want to hang out with me bad. Sorry, I’m busy.

Wanna see what our weekends look like?

in photos: waterplay

downtime

There is a brief period  when we get home from work and daycare when we lay on our bed and unwind, kiss, cuddle, cool off from the drive home, and just reconnect after the long day. After this, a whirlwind of Daddy, dinner, baths, stories and games ensues, and then it’s bedtime. Even if it’s just five minutes, this time is so special for us.

I pretend

Like I have it all together.

Little girl, you are always like this at 7am. I LOVE you.

We are up early. It’s Saturday. We have had breakfast and are going to go on a walk and mommy is going to get some exercise. I’m totally into fitness and love getting out and getting some fresh air.

Mugshot one

Truth. We are up early. It’s Saturday. We have had breakfast. Paisley threw half of it on the floor. Dad is sleeping. Hmm… going outside would be a nice distraction. DAMMIT!-Sprinklers just came on. Okay, maybe a walk. Oh gawd – I’m atrocious. I can’t leave my house like this. Hat. Sunglasses. Sportsbra. Yes. (I have to walk? Can Paisley push me? Maybe she’ll fall asleep and I can go back inside and lay on the couch and drink my coffee?)

Mugshot two

I think I’ll wear this all day. Then I’ll look like the mom who totally exercises and gets up early.

It's totally okay to pretend :)

Truth: I don’t want to wash off yesterday’s mascara. Don’t want to brush my hair.

Mkay?

the big pool!

during our brief hiatus

Pea had her 9 month well baby check

I got a new niece, Pea got a new cousin

I forgot what 8 pounds feels like

We played

With things that aren’t real “toys”

And with cousins

And uncles

And swam in a big pool for the first time

Did not nap well

Spent time outside

But not enough

Pea and Daddy colored

We went on jammie walks, too

Life is good.