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More gifs because they’re the best.

Oh ya know…just some more of my favorite photos made into gifs. I can’t stop, won’t stop. EVER.

This is my nephew Euan, he’s a superhero currently learning how to not poop and pee in his pants. Potty training this boy up lately…

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And now here’s one of my sweet girl just being the sweetest.

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Many more where these came from…

May 27, 2013 at 7:32 pm 1 comment

All Things Mom

Dear Mubs,

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 :)

Love,
Cha Cha

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.

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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.

May 11, 2013 at 6:21 pm Leave a comment

Everyone likes to eat…especially Olive

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…

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

April 3, 2013 at 11:48 am 1 comment

OliveGrams – who wants one?

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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.

And then you guys are already well aware of the custom stamp I commissioned Leonora of YellowHeartArt to make for us.

Together they’re perfect and I can’t wait to send OliveGrams to all our favorite people.

March 18, 2013 at 3:05 pm Leave a comment

Chunky Monkey

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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.

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Like a boss.

March 15, 2013 at 5:56 am 4 comments

Shhh, this is a whisper post

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Olive is an eater. Not that we’re surprised, both her parents can put down some serious food without batting an eye.

On my first week back to work I was pumping 15-16 ounces of pure, liquid gold during every work day. I remember picking her up from “school” the very first day and learned she drank exactly how much I had pumped that day. I felt kind of awesome.

Then the real stress of being back at work kicked in and my supply started to poop out. I am currently getting anywhere from 9-12 ounces during a work day. I’ll pump 3-4 times a day. And boy is it FUN.

And because Olive has an appetite the size of forever I’ll come home, feed her off my boob, immediately pump off the excess, feed her off my boob before bed, stay up an extra few hours and pump more. Then sometimes I will even set the alarm for the middle of the night for a time she wouldn’t be up feeding so I can pump more. And if I still don’t have the longed for 15 ounces for that day I’ll pump one more time before work, after feeding her from the boob of course.

It’s a lot of freakin’ work.

Alex finally convinced me that giving her ONE (JUST ONE) bottle of formula before she goes to bed isn’t the end of the world. It’s just another source of food to sustain our growing chunk-a-lump.

Writing this post makes it more real, and in turn, makes me feel more guilty. But liberated. But guilty. OH THE GUILT. dammit.

I wanted to be the mom that fed her baby seamlessly for an entire year (at least) with just breast milk. But it didn’t happen…and that’s ok.

Right?

Shhhh. Sometimes I feed my baby formula at night. Shhhh.

February 9, 2013 at 6:05 pm 4 comments

Lately…

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.

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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.

January 29, 2013 at 5:50 am 2 comments

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