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Only after I held my own baby girl in my arms did I realize what an impossible job we share now. I’m not sure if I can ever express just how much I love/adore/appreciate/heart you but I do. I love you with all my love and am so happy to call you my mom. Even though I have to share you with a stinky brother :)
Ten Things about my mom…
1. We have rhyming names (Taryne and Eryn)
2. She’s the only person I ever want to clean my teeth.
3. She can’t sit still when her favorite song is playing.
4. She’s nice to everyone she meets.
5. She gives those she loves crazy/ridiculous nicknames (i.e. “Cha Cha”)
6. She always used to tell me growing up that all she ever expected from me was to “do my best.”
7. Her and my dad gave me and my brother the best childhood EVERRR.
8. She can cook her ass off.
9. She can craft her ass off.
10. I can’t live without her.
Love. Love. Kiss. Kiss.
Like I mentioned earlier, Olive loves eating and she eats solids like she’s been eating them her entire 6 month existence.
Alert: Tomorrow we go for her 6 month checkup. I’m excited to see what she weighs and how tall she is, I’m not excited for when they give her shots and make me cry all the tears.
I’ve created some graphics to hit home just how much fun we’re having with Olive’s food journey. We love discovering her favorites and least favorites. She has likes and dislikes (duh), but still something I think is SO COOL. We created a mini human, and just like all other humans, she’s going to have her own little personality.
First and foremost…
This is muy importante! Okay, not really. But I’m on a constant mission to have only cute things. True story. There are millions of products out there that will make your baby’s food journey visually appealing for the both of you. We have this and this and this and love them all.
My sister-in-law gifted me this fantastic book for Christmas this past year. I read it and fully intended on making ALL of Olive’s baby food so I could control exactly what was going into her body, down to every mouthful. Welp, that didn’t exactly happen. I do make some of her baby food, but only about 25% and that’s probably being very generous. When I’m not mushing and mashing and squirting milk directly from my boob into Olive’s mashed avocado (this has happened on more than one occasion), I buy baby food pouches. I buy them because I kind of love their package design (I’m a designer. Deal with it) and they usually boast being organic and I love that on the ingredients list I will find no more than 5, totally pronounceable words. We like this brand, this brand, and this brand.
Despite us always joking that Olive is a chunk (I mean, she’s in the 50th percentile for every stat, hardly qualifies her as the Michelin Man), she doesn’t like every food and sometimes she’s downright uninterested in eating. The kid is always more interested in what’s on the table around her rather than the food at hand. The crinkly pouches of food and her sippy cup filled with water are always cooler than a spoonful of zucchini.
Olive has become so aware of both her older sister and big brother these days. She’s always reaching for them and smiling when they walk by. Unfortunately, neither one of them wants anything to do with her. I punish them by sometimes forgetting to feed Rocco. KIDDING.
What is Olive having for dinner tonight you ask? zucchini, banana, and amaranth. Thanks to this baby food journey I’m also learning new words/foods.
With a name like Olive the girl needed her own custom stationery. And if you give a kid their own custom stationery they’re gonna also ask for their own custom stamp. Naturally.
My mom is the craftiest of all crafty grandmas. Every time I see her she’s showing off some new art project she’s dreamed up in her craft room. I’m in love with the OliveGrams she made for us a few weeks ago.
Together they’re perfect and I can’t wait to send OliveGrams to all our favorite people.
Every time we pick up Olive these days we feel our backs slowly breaking. This kid, she be gaining weight STEADILY. Which is great.
Things that weigh just as much as Olive:
1) A bag of bricks
2) A cubic yard of wet cement
3) An apartment
She’s currently rounding out her first week of solid foods. We were going to wait until she was 6 months old but we instead made it to 5.5 months. Ya see, we’d be drinking things and eating things and she’d start yelling and reaching for whatever it was. She totally let us know she was ready. The first time she ate rice cereal she ate it like she had been eating it her entire life.
Like a boss.
We’ve been enjoying an extra wiggly baby whose newest tricks include arching her back while getting her diaper changed, rolling over, giggling, and smiling all the smiles ’til the end of time.
Returning to work turned out to be a bigger bear than I had anticipated it. Or actually I anticipated it correctly and despite my last post title of “Maybe it won’t be so bad” it was actually harder.
I’m We’re still working on it. I try to stay as positive as possible, it’s just hard. Being away from my baby is a very strange feeling. I kind of go numb during the day, the more I think of her the more I miss her and wonder what she’s up to. So I try to push her out of my mind and focus on work, which is a heartbreaking notion and is maddening. At times I feel trapped, at times I enjoy my coworkers and the adult conversation, but most times I’m just fighting back tears. I’m We’re working on it.
In other news, I painted my nails for the first time since pushing out a baby in September and I feel like a new woman.
Periwinkle blue…thank you.
As some of you already know, I’ve been struggling with parting with Olive after my 3 months of maternity leave are up. Struggling hard. I never knew this would be an issue, just like I never knew going 9 days over my due date would be such an issue…mentally.
Ever since I pushed Olive out my maternity leave clock started clicking. The first month of her life was filled with me falling utterly and totally in love with a miniature human being like I never knew I could. Nights were filled with multiple feedings and irrational fears of how the universe surrounding us could hurt her, could hurt us.
Then month two started and the idea of going back to work became more real, I became panicky and mournful of the time I’d miss with her, the “firsts” that I’d maybe miss that I’d never get back.
When I was pregnant Alex and I shopped around for daycares and found one that came highly recommended through a few trusted sources. We met with them, signed papers, and told them we’d be back in a handful of months with a little baby they’d care for once it was time for me to go back to work. Done. No problem. Easy.
NOPE. Not easy, not even a little bit. I am now one of those mothers who totally understands the pain and heart ache that comes with leaving your little one in the morning and coming to pick her up in the evening. Pain and heart ache that would start during the early weeks of maternity leave and last until the first few weeks into going back to work.
We were fortunate enough to find a wonderful daycare that is small and cozy and filled with warmth and love. I can tell whenever I walk in that Olive will be in a nurturing environment in this couple’s home, that she’ll have adventures with her little “school” friends and that come 5pm she will have had a full day’s worth of activities that she wouldn’t get otherwise.
Of course I’d love to stay home with her, be there for her every milestone. Sometimes that’s logical and makes sense for couples, for us, right now, it just doesn’t make sense. And that’s okay, it will all be okay, I will be okay and first and foremost SHE WILL BE OKAY.
I went and got a massage today and for the 2.5 hours I was gone having my massage and enjoying lunch at a cute little cafe Olive was enjoying time with her new friends and with a wonderful couple who will care deeply for her.
The other day I realized, by sending Olive to “school” everyday she’ll have two more people in this world that will love her also. Not as much as I do, because duh (I love that little munchkin to the moon and back) but lots. They will love her lots. And for that
I am we are so very grateful.
This past September I gave birth to a beautiful, yummy baby girl…
in a bathtub…
we named her Olive…
she’s a little stinker.
this is our little family now.
The fam and I had a nice holiday in Scottsdale, Arizona.
They had some good stuff. Some of which being these adorable stockings I was able to snag for $3 a piece. Schwing!
We had a lovely Thanksgiving this year. We were able to sit back and not travel (I loathe traveling during this holiday) and I managed to whip up some tasty recipes thanks to the internet and the Food Network.
If you haven’t checked out Closet Cooking yet, you need to (his newest Thanksgiving leftover post is gravy). This guy makes amazing traditional and not-so-traditional recipes and takes incredible photos of them all. I was shown this recipe by a friend weeks ago and vowed that it would be a part of our Thanksgiving table this year. It got rave reviews.
As did the stuffed portabello mushroom caps that Ina from the Food Network showed me just two days before Turkey Day. My dad’s fav part of Thanksgiving is the stuffing, this year I said I’d take it on. He was skeptical and worried (to the point where he made a small dish of his tried and true stuffing recipe). Needless to say, his turned out dry and mine turned out FABULOUS. I dare say that it was the talk of the table :-)