Archive for : June, 2013
So da Boo Boo’s first birthday is just around the corner.
Tears just from typing that.
5 days old vs. 324 days old!
Anyway, you know that I have to theme up his big party.
It’s a sickness. Themes.
Know what else is a sickness? Pinterest.
With less than a month away from the party, I’m starting to panic. I have boards pinned, materials purchased, and ideas a-flowin’. This seems to be my life lately. Lots of ideas and #FAIL on the follow through. (Ask my husband how many lists I keep talking about writing. I need to write a list of the lists that I need to write!)
Time is running short. But hey, at least someone is running.
The theme has long been chosen, though. “Time Flies” Cause shoot, doesn’t it?! Max isn’t even your kid and YOU can’t believe his oldness!
With the theme will come mostly airplanes, with a few hot air balloons, kites, and helicopters thrown in as decor, crafts for the kids, and labeling inspiration. You’d think it would be easy to find these items at craft stores. Ya know – airplanes and kids. Classic theme, right? Yeah. Dead.Wrong. You know what IS easy to find as a kid’s party theme? MUSTACHES.
I’m sorry. I never understood the whole mustache craze. Especially for kids. I don’t get it. I just don’t.
Please – EXPLAIN IT TO ME! Enlighten me. Sell me on facial hair as cute for kids. For a kid’s birthday party theme, nonetheless. I mean, lip hair is sooooo cute – right?!
One thing I cannot deny is a mustache pacifier. I mean, Max does NOT have one. But listen, I do still have a uterus.
I found this website, complete with a blog about babies and mustaches (what? talk about a niche!). But seriously, these ARE cute.
Max still isn’t getting one.
And for the record – I don’t get the mustache phenomenon for adults either. (Other than for Movember.) There, I said it!
In answering my own question – AIRPLANES over mustaches all.day.long!!!
First birthday party tips, suggestions, must-dos, do-not-forgets? Awesome “Time Flies” ideas that you HAVE to share?
First birthday. [Ridiculously pathetic sigh.] Excuse me while I dry my tears…again.
p.s. Hobby Lobby – I love and hate you, equally. As in, you are a major time-suck and I can’t wait to waste time with you again soon!
p.p.s. Yes, one of Max’s nicknames is “Boo Boo.” It wasn’t intended and there is not a “Honey” in sight!
High Temperature: 83°
I’m obsessed with those AT&T commercials. You know. The ones with the guy chatting it up with for-real kids saying awesome kid things.
My gateway drug was this gem… “We want MORE!”
Well, now Max is a fan of “more” too!
While I’m no sign language aficionado or expert or anything, I have dabbled in it. ::ahem – college made me:: On and off I have attempted to teach Max a few signs. If teaching my little man a sign here and there decreases some of his frustration (kid can be impatient like WOAH), then it’s worth it!
Until just a week or so ago, Max wasn’t feeling it. All of a sudden, the “more” sign has caught on. Now, Max is ALL ABOUT signing “more.” He knocked my
socks flip flops off the other day when he signed “more” on the beach to communicate that he was hungry. No “more” does not mean “hungry,” but he signs “more” mostly when he wants more food…so Mama got the message. I was so proud! My next goal? Getting him to sign “all done” (instead of just angrily signing “more” – haha).
Cutest little stinker, signing at just shy of 11 months. Look at that form!
Realize, I know that I prompted him (for the video’s sake). But by his last meal of the day — he’s less “sign showoff” and more “hand it over, Ma-geesh!”
Kid’s a genius :)
Check in again this week to see the only other thing of which Max feels the need to ask “more.” It’s local news related. And it ain’t that pretty news lady on Live 5. That’s who Dada wants some “more” of!
p.s. My favorite sign has always been “turtle.” Look it up. Adorable!
High Temperature: 80°
Well, there I am. But, minus the dumbbell and tan. And…if I’m being honest…minus the flat stomach. And shoot. Who am I kidding? I avoid whisk-holding like the plague.
Otherwise, it’s practically me. Really! Like looking in the mirror!
Except that Max is CRAWLING now. Holy on-guard-every-second, Batman!
If I’ve learned nothing else from Motherhood (yes, I capitalize this word on purpose!), it is how to multitask. And when I say “multitask,” I mean do things ONE-HANDED.
The days of propping this little man up on the bed with toys are officially over.
Less of that, and more of THIS…
He ain’t mad about it!
Kiddie jail is where it’s at.
But for reals, I could win a one-handed competition. Max on right hip (held with dominate hand) with left hand accomplishing it all.
Make a bottle? Duh – 4 times a day! Take apart the exersaucer, including unscrewing 9 screws? I did it this morning! Toothbrushing, makeup donning, dressing oneself? Piece of cake!
Luckily, Scott is the best Daddy in town…so it is not all me. But sweet Jesus, having one-handed skills is clutch.
I think multitasking is at its finest when getting ready to exit the building. Our biggest challenge yet? Going to the beach with said adorable baby in tow. Oh.my.heavens. Packing up the car, unloading the car, and then setting up our sandy real estate. For an hour/hour and a half TOPS of keeping the little man from shoveling sand into his mouth? Oy – this subject deserves its own post! (Hubs – AMIRIGHT?)
We WILL get better at it!
Juggling 40 bags (okay-at least 3!) with baby simultaneously on hip while trying to unlock the car (where are those keys again?), putting fussing baby into the car seat while checking to make sure you have the stroller, highchair/shopping cart cover, diaper bag (preferably with diapers inside), toys, water, bottle, food, bowl, spoon, washcloth, bib, burp cloth, change of clothes, picnic blanket, baby’s hat, sunscreen, bug spray, and at least three pacifiers (we’re going through a I-throw-my-pacifier-when-I-most-need-it phase). MOTHER! Did I lock the front door? [After pulling out of neighborhood – “Where are my sunglasses?!”] Yup, I’ve lost 2 pairs in 2 weeks. #FAIL
And imagine – there are people out there with more than one baby. AT A TIME!!!
I bow down to you, Moms of multiples. I bow down to you hard.
I know tomorrow is Father’s Day, but today I salute all the Moms out there. While you’re enjoying your cocktail of choice
at 3:00pm this evening, imagine me clinking your glass. And then me chugging mine.
High Temperature: 86°
So – turns out that piling on the sunscreen twice in three hours is NOT ENOUGH. At least for this lady whose skin hadn’t seen the sun since summer of 2011. Yes…remember when I was this pregnant last summer?
Yup. Last summer was all air conditioning and Oreos. The good ol’ days.
So now the sun has been seen and kids – it ain’t pretty. I’m a Southern amateur…all over again.
No bueno. No bueno at all.
At least I don’t look as bad as Tan Mom did…
Nailed by Kristen Wiig, by the way!
And I was NOT going for Ross’s look from when he just couldn’t quite figure out a spray tanning technique…
Ah well. You live and you learn. I guess I was too busy relaxing on the beach with the hubs, baby-less, to feel the burn!
Moral of the story is…SUNSCREEN IS BOSS! Ya need more of it than you think!
p.s. Laying flat on my back for the past two nights has reminded me of pregnancy…and not sleeping. Thanks for the reminder, sunburn. #nothanks #notreadyyet #bellysleeperforlife
High Temperature: 87°
…MY CHILD IS OFFICIALLY CRAWLING!
But I suppose before I get into that, I owe you all an explanation.
I’ve been gone for a while. Like over 6 months, awhile.Crickets. Tumbleweed in the desert. Pins dropping–left and right.
The longer I was away, the harder it seemed to come back! Where to start? How could I fill you in on endless stories and feelings and…ugh. There is so much to tell! And with each passing day, new stories and new feelings arose and I just couldn’t figure out where to start.
So I didn’t.
I was overwhelmed enough and something had to give.
It’s no surprise that my blog disappearance coincided with the dreaded event of going back to work. Oh and never mind that I started a second job at the same time that I went back to work…alongside my biggest job yet of MAMAHOOD.
But guess what? Today. Right now. I surrender and start anew. (hopefully with a new blog look, sooner rather than later!)
I have missed this place. MY PLACE! My space of documenting memories, keeping friends and fam in the know, and letting these littlish fingers vent. (No, my fingers never resumed pre-pregnancy size. Bummer.)
So the only explanation I have for my absence is that life got in the way of documenting it. Funny how that can happen! No regrets here…I wouldn’t take back one minute. Once I catch you up on my life as a mom to this incredible little boy, maybe you’ll forgive me. Let’s just say that the last 7ish months have NOT been filled with thumb-twiddling and Facebook-stalking. Okay. That statement is only 50% true.
I have continued to follow all of my favorite blogs, even though I haven’t commented. like–at all. I still love you and will try harder to be a better blend in the future (blogger+friend=blend…and I did not make that one up!)
Now that I’ve somewhat explained-slash-apologized, I present this video recorded yesterday of my little munchkin. #hewasjustbornyesterday #WHAT
You will have no choice but to forgive me after seeing this sweet face.Video notes: 1. My voice is annoying and higher (and whiny-er) than usual. I apologize and annoy myself…often. 2. Max is darling. duh. 3. Our little man loves his paci. 4. Yes, I know how many days old our son is. It’s a sickness. 5. Forgive me yet? Enjoy!
Max is 10 and half months and has been crawling backwards and “scooting” around on his sweet cheeks for weeks. But now. NOW. Crawling ain’t no thang. So proud of this little Boo Boo.
Until next time, loves! No promises, but let’s say…in less than 7 months? DEAL!
Beach Count & Pool Count – returning soon
High Temperature: 97° or something cray!