Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Happy Birthday Chris...

 It feels like Chris and I have been together for 20 years.  I mean that in the best way possible.  I don't know life without him and honestly that's my favorite thing about my life.  Every year I've done a birthday post for my boy.  This one is coming late, but I thought I'd share a picture from every birthday of his we've spent together, as our memories together are my favorite memories of my life.  

 2013
 2012

His 2011 birthday post was overshadowed by our engagement, but I remember that evening so well.  As we went after dinner to look for him an apartment that would later be "our" first place.
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Nursing...

I realize my title just made like the three people that still read this blog, stop reading.  I usually write about Caldwell's milestones and such in my journal.  I've become more of a journal writer again.  That being said, I think nursing has been one of the strangest, most amazing things I've done as a mom.  It's also the thing I've googled the most about. 

When I started nursing it was awful.  I hear it is for everyone.  I remember the second day I called the lactation people and told them I needed help.  The sweet lady on the phone told me to give it 48 hours and then call back if I still needed help.  I mean I needed serious HELP people.  I used a shield the first three weeks, until one day Chris was like, "just grab it like a whooper" (for the record I've never even eaten a whooper) He spent one sitting with me and bam, my very own lactation consultant.  I'd tell him to change career path, but I mean seriously who wants their husband doing THAT.

On that note, it's with a heavy heart I have to go on a business trip for the entire week next week.  I am having a full fledged panic attack about this.  I've known about this trip, along with one more I have to take at  the end of September (Chris and Caldwell are coming to at least a portion of that one) for awhile.  Before I agreed to any of this working mom stuff I knew these two trips were part of the deal, no way around it.  It may sound strange I'm worried about a week away when I use to travel constantly.  It's just so different now.  

Therefore, with the business trip lingering in the four day future, this is it.  Caldwell is no longer going to be nursing.  I have gotten down to where I am only nursing him once a day.  Usually in the middle of night; he is waking up like six times with this teething gig. When I run out of bottles and energy I give up and nurse.  Here's the thing, now that I've stopped or slowed down so much it's making me so sick.  Did anyone else get sick?  This morning I had to lay on the bed and eat a banana to stop from puking.  Last night I had serious labor pains.  I've googled it and read that it's normal but no one (sisterville, who is basically the only person I talk to outside of work) has had anything similar.  My plan is next week to just go cold turkey, while I wallow in self pity in St. Louis.  Wish me luck!
 I mean the whole growth thing is just amazing, look at how big he's gotten.  P.S. when Caldwell was born I thought he was the most beautiful baby in the whole wide world.  I mean I still believe he is/was, but seriously that one month picture - good grief what a funny looking little guy. 

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Here we are....

When I looked at the date today I paused for a complete three and a half seconds.  I can hardly believe summer is basically over.  Sisterville has already bought her back to school supplies and teaching away.  This summer has been so quick, so focused that there hasn't been much to write about. This past weekend for Chris's birthday we took a weekend trip to Park City, Snowbird Resort to celebrate.  We literally didn't go on any other vacations this summer.  We had anticipated this lack of excitement this summer and decided to deem this our "working summer"  since Chris started his new job and I'm still training to become a partner. 

Here is a quick photo dump of our life, along with some one liners.  Caldwell brings so much happiness into our home.  This last month or two he's basically stopped sleeping again and developed this little personality.  He throws fits when I walk out of a room and gets the biggest grin when I arrive back.  It's quite the miracle, motherhood that is, I mean who could ever anticipate being loved like that.  I find myself feeling the same way when I walk into a room and see him.  A mother's bond with her son is something, isn't it! 
I forgot a coat, long pants, etc.  Basically anything to keep warm.  Who would think the mountains would be chilly in August.  Duh!  Total mom fail. 
 These two are peas in a pod.  Caldwell got his dad's ability to laugh hysterically at anything.   Also since Cald was born Chris has been growling and rough housing with Cald.  Now Cald likes to growl if any sort of fun thing is happening.  
 Taking pics of Chris on his birthday is my favorite.  Inside the box was a hat in which he didn't like and didn't fit.  Wife fail. 
 When we lived in Heber I spent a lot of time exploring and hiking by myself.  Something I've really missed.  We also haven't went camping this summer and it's a total shame. 
 We rode this tram to the top of the mountain.  On top of that mountain we made an absolute total commitment to learn how to ski.  I can't imagine what this place looks like in the winter, covered in snow. 
A little marital bliss on top of the mountain.  We got to witness the kissing of the bride and all - to each his own. 
A view of our hotel on the way down.  We enjoyed the stay.  However, everywhere we ate had horrible service and not very good food.  Next time we'll seek out better dining. 
 Caldwell and hotel sleeping was something in itself.  I loved the way the light came through the window while Chris was still asleep.  Couldn't help but catch this kid in his element.  I hope I never forget this moment.  I think I tell myself that way too much. 
 We left the resort early to catch this lady before she went back to St. Johns.  A moment in time for my own son to meet  the finest lady out there.  I've always enjoyed our time together and hope to get to St. Johns soon for Caldwell to experience that in all it's glory. 
In my attempt to finish this post. I've only stopped six times, made a bottle, pulled three pieces of paper out of Cald's mouth, changed one bad diaper and lifted his bouncy chair off him twice.  Mommy blogging is for the birds.  Over and out! 

P.S. No time to fix any errors or sentences that don't make sense, I'm hitting publish with no time to look back.  

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

This probably doesn't deserve a title...

Apparently I'm 150 years old because right now my one and only goal is to stay up until 10:00pm.  Chris is a night owl and I'd seriously be in bed zonked out right now at 8:30pm.  I no longer have the excuse that I'm growing a human inside me, but I beg to differ that working all day and having a 6 month old isn't basically the same thing.  Anyway, Chris is out shooting hoops at the court by our house and I was going to stay home and do yoga while the tot slept, but quite frankly if I do some yoga right now I'll never make it until 10. 

There you have it, a real great intro to this post.  Clearly I had to dust 7 inches off this keyboard to even start this post.  It's funny, well not really funny, but when I started a blog when I was single I thought I needed to be married with kids to have anything to write about.  Then I decided that writing had always been therapeutic for me (I'm one of those nonsense journal writers) so I went ahead and started one.  Now what do I think now about writing a blog with a husband and a kid? Who the hell has time for that?

We're doing good here in our little world.  There was a couple months there when I was overwhelmed.  I remember one day sitting a stop light looking at the person next to me thinking, they are going to watch my head explode.  Seriously here it goes.  Then the light turned green and I drove home.  It was all very anti-climatic.  Here's the thing.  When I was single sometimes I'd feel really lonely and then I got married and all the sudden I was like, why don't I ever feel lonely?  I sort of miss feeling lonely!  My life is sort of like that right now, but not with the lonely bit with the overwhelmed bit.  I don't ever miss feeling overwhelmed, but sometimes I let myself over react and let my brain start to bubble for no reason, because being overwhelmed has just sort of been my normal the last couple months, and naturally even when I'm not overwhelmed I still think I should be.

If your still reading, I'm sorry.  It's one of those nights for me.  I always ask Chris what he thinks about before he falls asleep.  I do this because Chris isn't much for emotional talk.  He's pretty even kill about everything except laughing.  He laughs at everything.  However, other than laughter his emotions are always in check.  His response to my questions is always, "you and Caldwell."  Well quite frankly I think that is a load of crap.  I love Chris and Caldwell to pieces but I still think about tons of other stuff before I fall asleep.  Que abrupt ending to this paragraph and I start to list the top 10 things I think about before I fall asleep at night.  My hope is by hitting the publish button I can get  Chris to give me his top ten for this blog (he supports this blog and always tells me to post more.)

1. Wall colors for my future home
2.  Weeding a garden 
3. Boots from that store at City Creek that cost $200 4 million dollars
4. Christmas Decorations
5. Scriptures
6. Hedge Funds 
7. Traveling
8. Budgeting
9. Names of future kids (I need longer than 9 months next time, the name game was tough for me.)
10. White Elephant Gifts

Oh and because every post needs a picture.

Friday, May 23, 2014

I’ve become a Yoga(er)…

The day after I had Caldwell was born I felt like I could run a marathon and I also lost my appetite for anything other than yogurt.  Which is weird because I sort of hate yogurt.  Yet I consumed an entire Sam’s Club Box of Yoplait before I could say I had a three month old baby.  It’s the biggest trick feeling that good and then being sent home with a tiny human that has to eat every three hours.   I really struggled to have the energy to do much. 

I’ve always been hesitant about yoga.  My only prior introduction was the P90X version - which in my mind, is about as fun as getting punched in the face.  I’m even a fan of P90X.  I’ve mentioned before I’m fairly full of anxiety 90% of the time.  I think this contributes to a lot of really great aspects of my life and personality, but there also times I’d really like to be able to tone it down.  I got on Amazon and bout the cheapest little beginner yoga DVD. The photo below I took from Amazon.  Link is here



I’ve done it consistently for roughly two weeks.  Don’t I have to do it for 30 days before I can say it’s a habit or something?  I hate to even say this is a form of exercise.  Rather, a great form of stretching and mind control.  It’s consistently helped me sleep and all around feel better.  Give me another two weeks, perhaps I’ll be one of those people who owns a yoga mat.  Doubt it. 

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Hanging Terrarium Globe...

 A couple weeks ago I went to the Beehive Bazaar.  I’m a sucker for the homemade craft fairs.  I’ve been attending this particular one since 2009.  I have to admit I’ve become a bit disappointed.  It’s begun to all look the same.  I was inspired by this particular item.  Not even sure what they were at the time, but I took the picture’s to show Chris.  The $30 price tag seemed a bit steep. 
Last week I was reading my favorite blog – Young House Love.  On their sidebar I saw an ad for products they love.  I have a tendency to be a Young House Love groupie – or so I’ve been told.   Turns out, its proper name is Hanging Terrarium Globe.  You can purchase here on Amazing for $16.99. 

Not sure what I’d fill mine with, but super excited about it.  I’ve sort of liked pretending I have a green thumb even since my garden last year. 

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Eating peas...

I felt horrible inside about making Caldwell eat peas.  I realize this makes me fail at the number one thing mom’s are supposed to be good at – making kids eat their vegetables.  Even though I truly hate them, Chris loves them and puts them in his tuna.  I knew I had to cave and allow Cald to get used to the taste.  Who am I to deprive my son of all the times he and dad eat tuna and peas without mom.  I mean that’s some serious father, son bonding stuff.  So I gave them to him and….

I’m toast – but not with tuna and peas on it.