There comes a time, in every relationship, where you realize you simply must move on. You realize you have gotten all you can from it and you are just not interested in trying to make it work out any longer. I’m looking at you, iPhone 5s. I am done with your tiny screen, mediocre camera, and constantly draining battery. I am so over your random shutdowns at 26% (why?????) when I desperately need to capture my baby sitting in a…
Over the river and through the woods… Or in our case, Uber to DCA, fly to ATL, take MARTA to the suburbs, then drive to Alpharetta…for Caroline’s first Thanksgiving! We had an absolutely wonderful time. It sounds like a lot of planes, trains, and automobiles, but honestly, no complaints here. Logistically, the trip was seamless, thanks in large part to the wonderful door-to-airport service we were treated to by Mike’s brother for both legs of our trip. My favorite travel…
So this little girl enjoys her bath like nobody’s business. Around here though we call bath time Hair Shoppe. (We even have a little song about it, to the tune of “Under the Boardwalk.” It is something I started doing when she first came home from the hospital and it just sorta stuck. We also use this time to gossip about nonsense, as ladies tend to do when they are at a real Hair Shoppe. I just want to make…
So even though we’re a week away from Thanksgiving, we took Caroline to meet The Big Guy. SANTA CLAUS! I realize this is not the typical time for your little one to meet the man in the jolly red suit, but when you have out of town plans for Turkey Day AND you have family to visit in Florida starting in mid-December, you realize quickly that you’re running out of weekends so you do crazy things like get all dolled…
Today, this Little Girl went and turned eight months old on me. And on a Tuesday, nonetheless! She was born on a Tuesday. She celebrated by sitting on the counter playing Hair Shoppe with a pineapple, making baby squeaks. You know, as you do. Here is a snapshot of Caroline at 8 months: Loves apples and prunes, green beans, and using her water cup like a big girl Notices everything–bubbles in the bathtub, my work badge, blades of grass Loves…
People with little ones know all about Sophie. Sophie is a very expensive, sophisticated French giraffe. She is often gifted to new parents. At every baby shower I have ever attended, a hot topic of conversation is how no one can believe that this item costs almost $30 American. Sophie basically looks, feels, and sounds exactly like a puppy chew toy, but she is, admittedly for some parents, the best $30 you could ever spend. The reason is simple. Babies…
Caroline loves little people. She has always been fascinated by children, even when she was only a few weeks old. She would stare at them longer than she would for adults and now she has started staring at them for awkwardly long lengths of time. Her love for little ones includes her new baby cousin Roman, who arrived on early October. She met Roman on his birthday and again this weekend. I am pretty sure the two of them whipped…
Election Day! Virginians headed to the polls to elect ourselves a governor. Mike and I brought Caroline because it is never too early to introduce the concept of civic responsibility being appreciative of the democracy we all enjoy (most of the time). She seemed to thoroughly enjoyed her first civic duty opportunity despite the fact that it was during a downpour and it made her dinner a 1/2 hour late. She especially enjoyed the part where she got to gnaw…
Kay Kay and Pa came for a visit this past weekend, just as Caroline was getting over her feverish week and we were wrapping up The Longest Week of Our Lives. What is it about having a sick baby that makes the days crawl by? And more importantly, how can we channel that to happen during the weeks we are on vacation? They insisted on taking care of her on Friday rather than her going to daycare. (For those of…
Caroline’s first Halloween was a tremendous success on all fronts! Wellll, most fronts anyway 🙂 I shot out of bed all excited, ready for the fun to start happening. But Halloween is a cruel holiday like that. You have to make it through a day at work pretending like you are not going home to do anything awesome. It’s almost as if everyone is trying to act like they are too cool for this day, and that it doesn’t matter…