.Learning Love's Life.

.Happy Valentine's Day.

2012-02-14T11:43:00.000-05:00

We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

.Dr. Suess.

G took these sweet pictures of me and the littlest lovey this weekend. Tonight we're taking it easy with a Chinese dinner over candlelight, but right now I'm giddy to give G his present this morning. He told me he'd like something "made," and made I did. Can't wait to show you my little project soon!

Happy Valentine's Day!

.Warehouse.

2012-02-12T22:31:00.000-05:00

With busy schedules, we decided to celebrate Valentine's this weekend with Ashley and Raz at Warehouse Bistro. It was our first time there, but we instantly fell in love with the setting, service, and oh... their dessert. I had never had bread pudding before, but with the strong recommendation from our friends we had an order and my affair with sweets will never be the same. With the sudden and dramatic chill in the air, hours of conversation over our meal, next to the fireplace made it a wonderful night.

Valentine's last year.

It's Sort of What Gets Me Through the Crazy Work Week.

2012-02-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

This week has been touch and go, a rollercoaster between discouragement and pride. It's always easier to cope when you know a trip and holiday is on the horizon though. My portfolio deadline is approaching much faster than I'm typing, but I've got a bit of a scheme planned for Valentine's day that I'm excited about, so I'll be spending most of my free time this weekend sneaking about. I must say it's a miracle... somehow the list always manages to get done. But this all starts after tonight, with our very wild tradition of Friday pizza and DVR. It's sort of what gets me through the crazy work week.

.There are few better ways...

2012-02-09T00:00:00.000-05:00

There are few better ways to spend an evening than getting all dressed up in an electric blue dress, high suede and studded heels, a messy updo, and a little dramatic eye makeup for a baby-less date in a brick-exposed and industrial-styled restaurant, having thought-provoking dinner conversation with your husband, and enjoying the ridiculously mild winter while walking arm in arm downtown...

...except maybe hours later when the baby is picked up, and the family is all in their night clothes, and you continue talking over chocolate icecream in bed.

.Crying Gives Me a Headache.

2012-02-06T00:00:00.000-05:00

The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache.

.Back to August.

.Opportunity.

2012-02-03T22:31:00.000-05:00

The weekends G is off, our to-do list tends to get out of control. We have a lot of work and a lot of exciting things coming up. In between all of the bustle, I’m happy to have a date with my favorite man to look forward to tomorrow night.

I’ve been thinking a lot about opportunity lately… how it’s an addicting acquaintance. You never want to turn it down in case it never offers again, but sometimes you’re just so tired, and so burned out, and have not the slightest idea how you’ll fit anything else in your schedule. Yet, tried and true… opportunity tends to come calling then. And I always seem to say, “What’s the harm?” or “just this once.” Then I always tend to feel like this after. Pleased, but wondering if it was worth the price. Nothing is free these days, especially not my time. It’s much too priceless with these two around. I just have to remember that.

Happy weekend.

.Baby Mornings.

2012-02-01T07:48:00.000-05:00

Mornings are a funny thing. They come upon so quick; we're never ready for them. The wake up is always leisure or panic. Ease or whirlwind. Yet, every morning is full of replenished opportunity. It is a natural and gentle time before the chaos of the day's responsibilities. Baby wakes and starts babbling away; I feel like she gets this from me. Once I'm up for the day, I'm ready to engage. I don't think my college roommates found it so endearing. It's challenging to get ready for work, pack up school materials, baby supplies, work necessities, contain the pups, all while entertaining sweet girl. I'm usually feeling quite accomplished and exhausted by the time I walk into my office at 9 am.

But mornings are still my favorite. The dew on the grass, the sleepy smiles, the pajama comfort, the sunrise cuddles as you squeeze in just fifteen minutes more in your warm bed, the smell of fresh coffee brewing, the running after a curious baby, the early songs and dances, the colors in the sky from the rise of the sun, the enthusiasm of optimistically planning the day's itinerary, catching up on news stories, listening to my favorite morning radio show, a warm, hearty breakfast waiting for me as I drop Dylan off at her grandparents' for the day (a major perk!), and wet kisses goodbye with baby as we go our own way.

Sleeping in feels great and all, but baby mornings are my favorite.

.Rested.

2012-01-30T07:58:00.000-05:00

This weekend I was pretty pitiful. I couldn't shake my fevers for long, and I had no energy to go anywhere or do anything. I had to miss the birthday celebration of a dear friend, and I love birthdays. All I could do though was sleep in with baby girl (unfortunately G had to work), get schoolwork done most of the day, and take leisurely breaks to play and cuddle with Dylan.

Perhaps it was the chance to just sit, and lay, and focus on one task at a time without guilt because that's all I had energy for. Perhaps it was getting to cozy up all weekend in G's comfy flannel shirt, sweatpants, and blankets. Perhaps it was the several cups of hot tea. Either way, after my last fever broke Sunday... I started feeling like my old self and ventured out for some cool fresh air. The funny thing is, sick as I was, I got more accomplished and felt more rested by this weekend than most. It was a strangely great way to start what will prove to be another hurried week.

.Lousy.

2012-01-27T20:53:00.000-05:00

Luckily I was able to fight this bug until the end of the work week, so now I can feel lousy from the comfort of my pajamas and couch while catching up on shows. This would be a good opportunity to complete some school work, but the thought of exerting any energy except to make myself another hot beverage for my throat or add an extra layer to combat the chills just seems laughable.

I just hope I don't pass this to baby girl, although this is unlikely as she has been extra snugly lately. She must have known that cuddling is exactly what the doctor ordered.

.Practice Makes Perfect.

2012-01-25T10:23:00.000-05:00

Sometimes, it's good for the family to all get down on the same level, and just spend time together playing and practicing. Sometimes, all you want to be is a stay at home mama. Life is funny because before baby, this was the last thing you could picture yourself doing. Sometimes, when you're feeling under the weather and stressed, your husband will fix you a chocolate concoction that silents all worries for a time. Sometimes, you want to go hibernate away from emails and phones. Sometimes, you want to call out sick and stay in bed although you have dozens of tasks awaiting your attention. Sometimes, you think things are an utter waste of time. Sometimes, at the end of the day you have no energy to complete the simplest house task although you know you'll regret it later. Sometimes, feeling undervalued changes your attitude about things.

And then, you play together on the floor, or catch up with an old friend, or get an encouraging email, or a supportive pep talk, or read the right scripture to capture the moment and celebrate over small victories and remember that this is everything you wanted and that practice makes perfect and hard work pays off and all those other cliches that are supposed to make you feel inspired when you're running on fumes.

Then you wake up, and do it all over again. And today, you're wearing your boyfriend blazer and favorite earrings because even if you don't feel like it, you know you'll be proud of yourself for doing it all any way.

.The Air was Damp.

2012-01-23T19:39:00.000-05:00

This weekend was full of off and on showers creating the best cozy environment. It's still not as cold as I'd like for January, but the drizzly comfort will do for now. I don't mind weekends where nothing sounds better than takeout every night, baby play dates, where we venture out into the rain just to get out of house in search of fun items like tea kettles, books and baby stockings, and let the candles burn for hours on end with live concerts on tv as I (try to) work furiously. Now the chores still have to be done, and the pups are muddy, and I struggled with something as simple as leaving Dylan in the church nursery this Sunday (in my defense, this was the first time anyone but her grandparents has watched over her), but regardless we ended the weekend brimful of smiles and laughs and all those other things are just petty compared to the rest.

.Quite the Break.

2012-01-20T15:21:00.000-05:00

I’ve taken quite the break from blogging. I meant my resolution of making an effort to digitally disconnect in favor of quality time alone and with the ones I love. It also gave me time to refresh my thoughts and reorganize my responsibilities and priorities. During this break I was busy finalizing upcoming travel plans, watching as Dylan learned how to splash in the tub, getting into the swing of classes, catching up on our new favorite show {thanks for the recommendation Morgan!}, giving baby girl extra snuggles as she is having a tough experience with growing pains, diverting crises at work, having dance parties with my little family while cooking dinners, working on my portfolio for school, and having sincere discussions with G about where we are in life and where we ought to be.

“Ought.” That word can certainly bring on feelings of pride, shame, and anxiety all at once.

This weekend I hope to stay ahead to avoid the usual catch-up that seems to consume my days and continue my never ending quest of how to balance productivity and self-care. My never ending quest to become a more worthy person for Him. At least I’m not figuring it out alone; I have a few good people in my corner.

.Any Extra Cash?

2012-01-12T10:12:00.000-05:00

Source: prettystuff.tumblr.com via Jenny on Pinterest

G has been going on and on about this website, Kickstarter. Have you heard of it? It's this interesting site where you can actually fund and invest in creative projects like indie movies, novels, technology, design, and fashion inventions for as little as $1 and receive incentives based on the amount you pledge. Invest in someone's creativity, or even initiate your own project! In this day in age with countless resources at our disposal, we have every reason to be proactive and make our own little bit of magic.

.Resolutions.

2012-01-11T07:52:00.000-05:00

In my experience, about 95% of life depends on your attitude. And it's way, way too short to be anything but wholeheartedly enthusiastic.

.Laura of A Diary of Little Things and Curiosities.

Some of the resolutions I've been working on for the year?

Complain less. Bitterness eats away at the joy. Be an example of a godly woman to Dylan. Work everyday to deepen my relationship with God. Spontaneously kiss my husband more often. Be a consistent friend. Take more family walks. Write more. I've learned through this blog that it is something I enjoy. Don't stop traveling, even though it's challenging with responsibilities. Panic less, relax more. Work on the catastrophizer in me. Help more than I hurt. Make it a priority to digitally disconnect. I feel more that way, live more that way. Read more for fun. Even when I'm busy. Especially to Dylan. Don't give up on my new hobby, even though knitting isn't easy. Eat better. Enjoy quality, not convenience. Work to live, don't live to work, and live well. Take more videos. Remember why I chose my profession and why I love it. Try not to get burned out. Live for today, but keep making plans. Continue to gain confidence in my mind and creativity.

After a year like 2011, I can only be enthusiastic and hopeful about what 2012 can bring.

.Army Crawl.

2012-01-09T07:43:00.001-05:00

Dylan has been fighting to get mobile for weeks. She's got the army crawl down though, so we know it's only a matter of time until we'll be chasing baby girl. We took this video on my iphone (using the 8 mm app) last week as we were hanging out before bedtime. I just can't get enough of her huge smile.

.Small Talk.

2012-01-08T13:33:00.000-05:00

Don't settle for someone who doesn't give you things to say. Forever is a long time to make small talk.

.I Wrote This For You.

Thanks for being the best person I could ask to spend every day with. Forever doesn't seem that long next to you.

.The Year's Recollections.

2012-01-05T08:17:00.000-05:00

In 2011, we began the year by officially announcing to the world that we were expecting. We surprised my friends with the news on New Years Eve and documented everyone's reaction. We purchased a family vehicle and named him Adler. We got a little ice and snow and our favorite team won the BCS National Championship. I shared a little about my brother. I wrote our love story. We had little dates. I showed you some scenes from downtown.

Much to G's surprise, we found out baby was a girl. I started dominating. We celebrated our 8th Valentine's Day and seven years together. We flew to DC and watched my grandparents renew their vowels for their 50th wedding anniversary. We had our first baby shower there with family. The bump made its debut. At six months pregnant, I flew to Seattle to be in one of my best friend's beautiful wedding. I talked about my job. We went to a botanical garden at the totally wrong time. G turned twenty five. We went on a babymoon to Charleston; I shared some of my favorite memories, some of my favorite meals and desserts, and some of my favorite places. I volunteered.

Spring came, we sat outside and had picnics, and I got bigger and bigger. I was soon at 30 weeks and struggled to make it to the end of the semester, but had help. My friends threw us another baby shower and we were so grateful. As I got more and more uncomfortable in the heat, we chilled. I started thinking about the implications of being a mama in my series of motherhood musings /1/2/3/4, wrote about dandelions, and discussed the simple joys in life. We had our maternity shoot and fell in love with our photographers. I wrote love notes to my husband. We got baby girl's nursery together and unveiled the final(ish) product. We spent warm nights outside with great friends. We had simple Sunday afternoons and family lunches. My lovely workmates threw me a surprise shower. I spent hot days leading up to my due date by the water. I stressed about starting the dissertation process.

I turned twenty five and being nine months pregnant on my birthday, I decided to have a pool party. I prayed about what my little girl might be like. We tried to spend as much quality time together as possible before baby's arrival and felt a real sense of joie de vivre. My due date came and went. We tried our own methods to induce labor. Then just days later, something crazy/ beautiful happened. Dylan Grace brought so many learning experiences in her first week here. I was writing Dylan letters in a book and sharing some of them here /1/2/3. We left our dolce ragazza for a date night and I cried. We spent our summer afternoons introducing our little tiny to our world. My little blog turned one. We had family visit from all over to meet our sweet girl, dedicated her, and I learned alot as a mama in the first thirty days.

I shared our scary, but beautiful birth story. I talked about my feeding survival kit, and we had the sweetest moments (on decks and on walks!) as a new family. I reminisced about our engagement on our three year wedding anniversary. We had alot of firsts, and in the fall I started my second year of doctoral school. We went to Tennessee for Labor Day weekend, visited family, and my alma mater. I was pushing for the life I wanted. We found Dylan's ticklish spot and it made my week. I had my first girl's night post-baby and girl's night with baby. I found the easiest thing in the world to do. I graded baby items. Dylan attended her first birthday party and tailgate.

I talked about small town living and dreamed about life after graduate school. We all went to Nashville in the fall and Dylan dressed up like Amelia Earhart for Halloween. G and D had some bonding time and I wrote about why I blog. We went to wedding showers and gender reveal parties. We went to Atlanta where Dylan had to learn how to share and brunched for the first time. We celebrated Thanksgiving and I was in my happy place. Nona came to visit from way up North. We traveled to Florida to meet Dylan's first cousin (and my first nephew!) and she started eating like a big girl. During the holiday Dylan met Santa, stayed up late on Christmas Eve, and tried to eat wrapping paper. We then worked to avoid the post-holiday blues before bringing in the new year exactly how we needed.

I don't have the right words to describe what 2011 has done to me. It was powerful. I will never be the same. We will never be the same.

Okay... I think I've found it...

2011 will be cherished. Yes, that's the right word.

2010.

.Newbie.

2012-01-01T22:54:00.002-05:00

New Years Eve.

A night always so full of expection was far exceeded this year. Spending the night snacking inside, sitting by the fire outside, chatting with the game on, watching the fireworks go off all night around town, in and out of sparkly heels, and a sweet baby being passed along friends' arms while fighting sleep (seemingly, she did not want to miss out on the excitement), it was just the kind of way you'd want to bring in the new year.

P.S. Yes, I am of the sect that believes in Christmas presentation from Thanksgiving through New Years. Today will be the annual {sad} day of decor retirement.

.You're Watching Me.

2011-12-30T08:18:00.000-05:00

I see you watching me. Each morning, I’ll be sitting at my vanity and you’ll be playing contently and babbling with your toys. I'll be fiddling around in the kitchen while you sit in your bumbo. I'm working on the computer as you jump around in your jumperoo. Then I hear silence, and when I look to check on you, you’re watching me. I smile, you smile. I talk, you watch my mouth make the words. Sometimes, you’ll put your hand to my lips and feel while they move. I laugh, you laugh.

I know this is just the start.

From now on, you’ll always be watching me. Watching what I do, how I do it, why I do it, when I do it. You’ll be watching what I value, what I spend my time on, what I invest in. You’ll be watching my reaction to situations, how I behave in circumstances, the tone of my voice, the way I treat others. You’ll listen how I speak about and to people. How I describe my beliefs. If what I say matches what I do. You’ll watch if I’m consistent, or flighty. Flexible or neurotic. You’re the ultimate form of accountability. If I mess up, you will see it, process it, remember it. This recall will come around and impact you in some way. Whether my actions affect you positively or negatively is up to me. You are a blank canvas, and through us you will learn how to love, how to be angry, how to communicate your feelings, how to relate to others. We are raising a human being, one who will one day have a bearing on the world.

Do I feel pressure? Sure.

But I also feel empowered and blessed to have this opportunity. I look forward daily to the challenge. There’s no class to learn about love and life. I'm ready to show you what I know, but not only are you learning from me... I’m learning and growing from you.

Aibileen from The Help expressed this sentiment best when she made sure to tell little Mae Mobley every day, “You is kind, you is smart, you is important.” I hope I always remember to point out your best qualities, your strengths, and remind you that no matter what you ever do, you are important to me.

{P.S. A fascinating article on How to Talk to Little Girls via A Cup of Jo}

.The First Noël.

2011-12-28T08:00:00.000-05:00

It was one of those weekends where staying in pajamas all day was perfectly acceptable. Where morning coffee, biscuits, and doughnuts was not judged. Where it was full of Facetime and Skyping with far away family. Where full bellies in need of rubbing groaned in satisfaction, yet over-indulgent discomfort. Where the itinerary alternated from home videos, to phone calls, to holiday movies, to reading baby and grown up books, to playing, to conversing while never leaving the couch. Where the {finally} cold rain sprinkled outside our windows. Where family exchanged more laughs and hugs than presents. Where we got things we needed, wanted, and more.

It was an ideal first Christmas for this little family.

.The Day After Christmas.

2011-12-26T23:26:00.000-05:00

After Christmas, I usually fall into a post-holiday funk. Sure there is still New Years, but that holds a level of pressure unlike the previous holiday. In order to combat these feelings, this December 26th I made plans to sleep in (G was ambitious and went hunting early morning instead), spent time reading newly gifted books, took Dylan to get fresh air, had an afternoon date matinee with G, and dinner with friends. It was one of those days that flies by in such a blur, yet when you lay in bed recounting events, you feel full and happy... wishing the dark sky promising the return of reality is nothing but a ruse.

.Merry Christmas Day.

2011-12-25T00:00:00.000-05:00

Wishing you and your family

a joyous Christmas

and a happy and healthy new year.

{Card design from the highly recommended Tiny Prints}

.Christmas (Later) Evening.

2011-12-24T21:34:00.001-05:00

Waiting on Santa is hard work. Last time we checked, he was in Brazil and is headed to Rio de Janeiro. Dylan is fighting sleep (in great anticipation I'm sure), so cuddled up we all go to bake brownies in our Christmas jammies and watch a classic.

.Christmas Eve.

2011-12-24T14:00:00.000-05:00

It's here.

Our first Christmas as a little family.

These days are my favorite.

.It is Tradition.

2011-12-22T00:52:00.003-05:00

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.

.Norman Vincent Peale.

Although my shopping is all done, this week has been more frantic than anticipated. Tomorrow {finally} starts my holiday leave, so I'll be back soon. Until then, I am writing about Christmas traditions here for The Style Stork!

We Played Games with Babies

2011-12-19T18:24:00.000-05:00

Game night full of baby girls and Taboo is the perfect mix of play date and grown up fun. Add eating yummy cheese, crackers, and grapes all night during the friendly game competition, and you have my idea of a great Saturday night.

.Give Her Courage.

2011-12-17T10:23:00.000-05:00

"... she will have these stories and images to look back on, and I hope they always give her great courage to face the world."

* Quote from Ryan of Pacing the Panic Room

.Santa Baby.

2011-12-16T07:58:00.000-05:00

Yesterday, we took Dylan to meet Santa. She handled the strange, white-bearded man much better than we expected. Although she's small, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful source of cheer; the innocence, the whole-hearted belief. The experience was a bit overwhelming for mama, keeping sleepy baby girl happy during the wait with crying children all about, but we survived. It's a tradition that I wouldn't want Dylan to miss out on, an important childhood rite of passage.

Now to spend the last weekend before Christmas scrambling about for last minute necessities. It is unusually warm down here and doesn't feel at all like December, but Christmas is officially here. I am welcoming the chaos of the holiday and the great music that accompanies it.

.When Dylan Met Her First Cousin.

2011-12-13T07:39:00.000-05:00

This weekend, Dylan got to meet her very first cousin. Theodore was born just this November, so we've been anxiously anticipating our trip to Florida to visit the new family. Theodore was precious and so new; it was a reality check on just how much Dylan has grown, because to me she's still just my little bebe. We exchanged new parent tales, hilarious and nerve-racking, and no matter how stressful the story was, each ended with a smile and feeling of devotion for these little loves.

I can't wait to raise these darling children alongside one another.

.Solid.

2011-12-09T00:48:00.000-05:00

It's been a week since Dylan had her first try of solids at 24 weeks old. She has been a great sport, and reacted exactly like I expected to this change. Curious. My girl is a curious one... a persistent one. Traits I hope she carries forever. Rice cereal was a hit, but sweet potatoes have been a transition after six months of milk. We'll keep working on it, but the look of puzzlement on her face as she tries out new textures and flavors is priceless. Granted, she gets about as much in her hair as she does her mouth, but she'll get the hang of it.

This weekend we're finally meeting Dylan's first cousin, Theodore! We can't wait to meet the newest little Tyler.

.This Weekend.

2011-12-08T08:40:00.000-05:00

This weekend, my mom and her husband came from up north for a quick visit. Our time was full of watching The Holiday, eating too many cookies, pizza and games, waking up to a homemade mama breakfast, shopping, taking a hundred pictures of Dylan, and generally spoiling baby girl with kisses. Mom even took a few family pictures of us for the first official Tyler family Christmas card. It made me realize just how much more fun the holiday season will be from now on. Getting to experience this all through Dylan's young and unaffected perspective will I'm sure, serve as a way to help us appreciate this magical time of year even more.

.My Happy Place.

2011-12-05T18:34:00.000-05:00

Full of light. Full of fresh faces and late showers. Full of tiny fingers and toes and wet kisses. Full of crisp air and clear skies. Full of "I love you's." Full of grateful words. Full of discovery. Full of knowing smiles. Full of possibilities. Full of warmth and giving. Full of sacrifice and compromise. Full of plans. Full of the wholesome, innocent good. Full of dinners by candlelight. Full of surprises and laughs till you cry. Full of encouragement. Full of grace beyond understanding. Full of open deadlines. Full of handholding and stolen kisses. Full of trying to cram 35 hours of living into 24. Full of those with wisdom. Full of mid-twenties' anxieties. Full of research, studying, observing. Full of playing and reading. Full of parallel learning. Full of color. Full of correspondence. Full of challenges. Full of heart-shattering, unconditional love.

My happy place is full of "us" and not "me."

There is no other way I'd ever wish it.

.Moments of Thanks.

2011-11-29T00:06:00.000-05:00

There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
.Jane Austen.

* Thanksgiving last year (when we secretly told G's parents we were expecting!), and the year before. Want to see their reaction from the news? Look here.

.Have A Good Weekend.

2011-11-25T11:37:00.001-05:00

We're spending this weekend soaking up all the time we can with G's out of town family, decorating the house for Christmas, finishing up assignments for the end of the semester, breaking out the holiday music, and making Christmas gift lists. Also, guess who cut their first tooth today?? Mama couldn't be more proud, and more sad at the same time.

Now off we go for some antique shopping... hoping you have a sweet, long weekend.

.This Thanksgiving.

2011-11-24T23:38:00.001-05:00

Thank you Lord,

for him and her,

the best things I've ever done.

.Just the Girls.

2011-11-23T08:24:00.000-05:00

Stares from patrons aside, this new kind of girls night… with baby dates included… is a whole new level of fun. Speaking of fun, I'm talking about things I have to be thankful for over at Pretty and Fun today. Come on over!

* Pictures borrowed from Lori- {thank you!}

.Dylan Loves Brunch, and Small Restaurants, and Crowded Cafes.

2011-11-21T07:27:00.000-05:00

... because it means that much more lovin' on she'll get to start off her day, especially in a confined space where she can maximize on the attention from others. She doesn't discriminate... waitresses and strangers included. My girl just loves love.

Thanksgiving week is here. Let the holiday celebrations, short work weeks, and breaks from school commence! Also, today I'm talking about the power of writing on Sarah's blog. Stop by, won't you?

.The Day Dylan Had to Learn How to Share.

2011-11-18T07:31:00.000-05:00

This weekend adorable Willow and her mama were nice enough to let Dylan play with her jumperoo for the first time. I've never seen my child so giddy. When it came time to switch turns, Dylan tried to up the cute factor to return to her happy place. That sweet little face was so precious, I couldn't help but go buy her one of her own when we returned home. I'm fully aware that I was played like a fiddle by an infant, but nothing brings me more joy than seeing my girl light up in delight.

The weekend before Thanksgiving is here! My favorite time of year has officially begun.

.Roswell.

2011-11-17T00:00:00.000-05:00

This weekend we went to visit my old college friend, Alexandria, and her family . Sadly due to distance, I hadn't seen her since I was in her wedding over two years ago. Happily though, her and her husband recently moved much closer to us and we were able to start where we left off. Since then we've both had little girls, so it was doubly fun as they got to meet.

Alexandria took us to the ever-so adorable historic Roswell district, where we had lunch at the Salt Factory and walked around in the fall air to explore the little shops. If you were to ask my thoughts about the restaurant this weekend, I would have said that the service and setting was wonderful. Three bouts of food poisoning later, I would not. The last few days have been miserable. Never again.

Recent sickness aside, Willow and Dylan couldn't have been any better and had several admirers everywhere we went. Finishing the day off with homemade dinner and baby play all evening was just icing on the decadent cake. We can't wait for another visit very soon.

.Gender Reveal.

2011-11-13T22:14:00.001-05:00

On Friday, we went to our dear friends' gender reveal party. It was remarkable to see Raz and Ashley's expressions when they cut into their cake and saw the pink filling that told us all that Dylan will be having a new best friend come May. G and I were grateful to be able to witness that lifechanging moment for two people so special to us. Much congratulations you two, on the baby girl who will soon consume your hearts.

Ours sure has.

.Too Too Fast.

2011-11-10T08:26:00.001-05:00

The past two nights Dylan has been asleep by the time I got home from class. This is new. She has always stayed up waiting for me. I'm going to blame it on her still trying to adjust to the time change, and not that she no longer needs me to fall asleep anymore. Please stop growing so fast baby girl. I am so not ready.

.Why I Blog.

2011-11-09T07:29:00.000-05:00

My brother and I are two very different people. We're wired differently, we have different strengths, we conceptualize things in a completely different manner. We've had discussions several times before on social networking and the impact it has had on socialization as a whole. Alex is very private, I tend to be more open. Is one method of interaction better than the other? Not necessarily. It is who we are, and based on the circumstance, we may change in our style of connecting with others.

I blog because I try to move life along too quickly. I'm always moving from one to-do list item to another. I can't sit still doing one thing at a time. I blog because sometimes I'm so busy planning what's to come, that I don't enjoy what's already here. I blog because I have a terrible memory and sometimes have to get G to confirm whether a story is reality, or in fact created completely in my imagination. I blog to keep my far away family and friends in touch with our lives. I blog in order to reflect on daily happenings. I blog to process situations. I blog to document learning... progress... and hopefully, growth. I blog to normalize emotions and experiences. I blog because this is an important time in our lives; scrap booking is too expensive and time consuming for me. I blog because I feel that I have something to say, something to contribute, something to share. I blog to hold myself accountable to slow down, and appreciate the small things because many times they are as, if not more, beautiful than the big. The small things are hidden and precious.

So while social networking is used for many intentions, I use this one as my platform to share part of ourselves, the part that experiences life and love (hence the blog name). There are several reasons I chose to begin this blog, but the greatest reason was to use it as a tool of joining. To join with my family, to join with my friends, to join with others who face similar circumstances, to join with people who are just genuinely curious.

Because joining is what it's really all about. An isolated existence doesn't seem much worth it to me.

.Dear Dylan (3).

2011-11-07T06:58:00.001-05:00

Dear Dylan,

You're growing so fast right in front of our eyes. Our days are filling with the stories you babble, your hair that stays messy no matter how many times I brush it, your ability to make anyone melt with your smile, watching you try to put everything and anything in your mouth, your baby singing in the car, your laugh when we tickle you and every time we sing to you, your heartwarmingly huge smile every morning when I grab you from your bed, watching you roll over, seeing you learn and find how things work, cracking up as you try to figure out what the dogs exactly are, smiling as you make friends at church and try to talk back to the pastor, and holding you tight as you fall asleep on our chests and snuggle in the nook of our necks. We don't care if you're supposed to learn how to sleep independently, because there will be a day when you no longer want us to rock you to sleep. I think I take at least one picture of you every single day because I'm so afraid that I'll miss something or you'll change too fast. You only know how to give open-mouth kisses, which are extra slobbery but just as beautiful. You love to read your little books, but you do try to eat them too. You want to see everything, and still love being in your front carrier... I think you've been in your stroller maybe five times ever. Your eyes have changed from dark blue to a more hazelish gray. Any time your dad enters the room, you twist and turn anyway you can to see him and smile. You and your dad are my favorite things ever. I thank God for you both daily and I can't wait to celebrate our first holiday season as a lovely little family.

Love you always,

Your Mama

* Letters one and two

.G and D.

2011-11-04T07:59:00.000-04:00

Every other Thursday G is off, so he spends the day with Dylan. I think it's important that the two of them get some time every so often just to themselves without me getting in the way. Granted, when I got home at the end of the day yesterday, baby girl's hair was unbrushed and she was wearing the exact same outfit from the day before and when I asked G what happened, he very matter-of-factly replied, "you didn't leave an outfit out for her."

So cute. So grateful that this is what my days are full of.

The weekend is here at last. We plan to lay low after last weekend, but I was right on my theory... so we should be in for a whole new phase of fun.

First Halloween.

2011-11-01T08:14:00.000-04:00

We took Dylan, our little Amelia Earhart, to the church fall festival. While she was obviously too young to enjoy the sweet treats, we all had fun people watching and eating chili dogs. Baby's first Halloween was a hit, and it made G and I really feel like adults and look forward even more to her first holiday season.

.Fall Weekend.

2011-10-31T07:45:00.000-04:00

This weekend we went to Nashville for me to attend a conference; it was my first time presenting, so it was nerve-racking, but also empowering and assuring of what I am doing. I brought the whole family and we enjoyed our short time there experiencing the sudden chill that fall brought in. Dylan got to meet extended family and my professors, and she quickly won them all over with her dimple-filled smile and sweet personality. She was so flexible and easygoing during this trip, leading me to believe that she inherited her parents' love of travel. We intended to take lots of pictures, but I'm finding with the many things we need for baby everywhere we go, the camera just gets forgotten in the mix. Thankfully with instagram, we still don't have to miss a beat.

Today is Halloween! Off to get in my (work-appropriate) costume and can't wait to share pictures of Dylan dressed up too.

.Small Town Living.

2011-10-28T00:19:00.001-04:00

There's something to be said about living in a small town, especially a southern small town, and experiencing some of the best stereotypes. Living a slow, but purposeful pace. Having people open the door for you. Doing the 'smile, nod, and greet' to strangers as they pass. Complaining about the 20 minute 'traffic' you had to encounter on the way home from work. Seeing old school mates while running errands. College football season being one of the great highlights of fall. Gentlemen. Bonfires. The quiet comforts of the well-known. Seeing your friend's parents at church on Sunday. Living less than a mile from several of your closest friends. Having a connection to someone new by finding, "oh, you graduated from there too? or "yes, I used to work/go to church/ school/ babysit so-and-so." Passing by horses, cows, and acres of land on a daily basis. Having the same neighbors for years who watch you from the first day of marriage to the day you brought your first baby home.

Yes, we might not have skyscrapers, or get to ride bikes everywhere we go, or walk to the closest chic coffee shop, or tons of artists play at our stadium, or famous tourist spots, or a measly Forever 21/ H&M/ Zara in sight, and sometimes 'small' town means running into people you would have rather not... but we do have history, and we have familiar faces, and decade-old stories, and we have generations of family all within five miles, and it's a simple, but satisfying existence. But it is exciting when you do get to escape for a bit, because the change of the bustle and noise is invigorating and just makes you feel different; it's interesting how a trip out of town always seems to come right when the craving for fresh, new air is at its highest.

Wishing everyone a rosy weekend.

.A Dull Girl.

2011-10-24T07:18:00.000-04:00

This weekend, all work and no play made Jessica a very dull girl. It's bound to happen at least a few times throughout a semester. I did take a few breaks for a little date with G and church, but the rest of the weekend was spent in my yoga pants writing and researching in between of Dylan time. G has been fighting a cold, so mix that with a demanding baby (I'm theorizing a teething baby will turn out to be a more accurate description) and it was tough staying on the grind. It wasn't all bad though as we were able to slip in seeing a great movie, a little couch cuddling, work in the cool sunshine, and slobber kisses. Dylan even woke us up early Saturday morning with a one-baby babbling concert... perfectly content... just wanting to sing the day in.

I'll take some more of that any day.

Enough with the sick husband though... I need my lovely partner in fine form to get through this week in preparation for our travels next weekend. Here's to hoping that G isn't too terribly contagious...

.Unplugged.

2011-10-21T07:58:00.001-04:00

This week forced me to unplug for a bit. It was a solid good productive week, but one in which there isn't enough energy or physical time to partake in hobbies, and relaxing quickly turned into passing out. Between work, a baby appointment (shots again!), classes, dissertation meetings, supervision meetings, research meetings, presentation meetings... my head hurts. It's a good thing though, the kind of busy where you feel exhilarated and purposeful. Where you feel grateful to have a partner who can take care of things like the budget, 'what are we eating for dinner?' and, 'are there any bottles clean??' and 'can you run to the grocery store because there's no food and we can only survive off of coffee for so long?,' because at the end of the day there just isn't enough brain capacity/ adrenaline/ tolerance left to decide.

G asked me earlier in the week, "what are you going to do with yourself when you don't always have schoolwork to do?" Why, I am going to join a book club, and read for fun because this book still isn't done after months, I'm going to do all the diy's I've pinned on pinterest, I'm going to catch up on months of unread magazines, I'm going to get a full night's sleep every night, I'm going to learn to sew, I'm going to spend more time outdoors, I'm going to watch old movies, I'm going to watch more sunsets, I'm going to stay curled up in bed longer, plan fun trips and events, I'm going to have long talks with friends and family, I'm going to read endlessly to Dylan, I'm going to try new recipes, be creative, shop, get an active hobby, and cuddle on the couch with G without just falling straight to sleep.

I'm motivated to get to this finish line (I see you 2013) and see what my career shapes into. But boy, do I look forward to the days when I'll only have to be away from my family for forty hours of the week and be able to add a level of spontaneity to my days instead of having to have every single hour of my life planned out.

.Campus Crowd.

2011-10-18T08:11:00.000-04:00

This Saturday, we went to Auburn to hang out all day and watch Auburn vs. Florida on campus with our friends. G ended up getting a ticket to the game, so baby girl and I stayed behind and had a fun afternoon chatting and eating at the tailgate spot; Dylan was spoiled with tons of attention from all the girls.

I'm not sure if I can come up with anything bad about this time of year.

.Educate- Engage- Empower.

2011-10-16T17:46:00.002-04:00

I saw this trailer on Laura's blog and had to share it here. As a woman, professional, and a mother of a daughter... this topic is something that is very prevalent for Dylan and I. We learn from parents and in church what brings value to a woman, but I feel we hear a complete contradiction from the media. I am interested in how this documentary may empower viewers; I will definitely be tuning in October 20th, on OWN.

Miss Representation 8 min. Trailer 8/23/11 from Miss Representation on Vimeo.

.Firsts.

2011-10-15T10:24:00.001-04:00

Last Saturday, Dylan had her first birthday party to attend. It's hard to believe that Lily is already one, as it was when she was born that we found out we were expecting. As an army brat I don't have friends that I've grown up with, so I am happy Dylan will get to have a different experience. I can't wait to show Dylan and Lily these pictures years down the road, and watch them develop together. It'll be their first day of kindergarten before we know it, and it really makes me sad how fast time is flying by.

* Non- iPhone pictures courtesy of Mary

.Stormy Sky.

2011-10-11T07:26:00.000-04:00

It's been rainy for days, but I don't mind. It's both easier and more difficult to be productive and lazy in this weather. At least I don't feel guilty being cooped up inside. Luckily, Dylan is content for now to entertain herself and chat with me while I spend hours working.

.Baby Gradebook.

2011-10-10T07:33:00.000-04:00

The often-seen list of what new parents will need for a child- I've been meaning to write this post for quite some time, but for some reason or another, I kept getting sidetracked. This has turned out for the better though, as now that Dylan is 16 weeks old, I feel like I have a better sense of what has truly been useful...

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Swing: we have used this in our living room every day since Dylan was born and it serves as a nice place to keep her when we need our hands for cooking or cleaning. She loves the mobile, mirror, toys attached... it keeps her entertained, but she hates the actual swinging... which suits us fine as the motor for the swing can be quite loud. [grade: B]

Pack n Play with bassinet and changing table: this has been some of the best money we've spent for baby. Located in a corner of our room next to me, it has been so functional for middle-of-the-night wake ups. It's convenient with the attached changing table, and Dylan slept comfortably in the infant bassinet until weeks ago when she finally got too long for it. It allows for vibration and music, none of which baby seemed interested in... but as she outgrows the napper and changing table, we're still left with the general playard area to safely contain her napping and fun. The only drawback is that assembly is not as convenient as one would hope for traveling. [grade: A-]

Swaddle: we used this simple, zip up swaddle that was light material. It kept Dylan tight and cool like she liked, and was convenient as the swaddles we attempted with blankets was never as tight as the nurses at the hospital could do. We attribute many sleep-full nights to this product. [grade: A+]

Pacifiers with clip: our child has an oral fixation; she always has to have something in there, and if allowed she would nurse all day and night just for the comfort. We use these pacifiers and have no complaints. [grade: A+]

Baby Bouncer: this has been useful when I try to get ready in the mornings and need something to entertain baby in the room with me. When I shower, I place her in this close by and she enjoys exercising her legs with it. She was more than 6 weeks before she really began enjoying it, but the only downfall is that she tends to get overstimulated in it within 20 minutes. We have one similar to this. [grade: B]

Glider: since Dylan isn't sleeping in her crib yet, we haven't used this much except when Dylan gets really overstimulated and we sit with her there, in the dark and quiet room. [grade: N/A... yet]

Boppy: we use this every single day, several times a day. Not only does it make it more comfortable while nursing, but it helps her to sit up, and tummy time. I couldn't live without it. [grade: A+]

Bumbo: Dylan has just started using this and is still working on her center of balance with it. This has been most beneficial in the kitchen while we're cooking, and when we're eating at the dinner table as she does not have a highchair yet, but likes to be in the center of the action. [grade: A]

Travel system: all-in-one car seat and stroller. It's convenient, and this one that we have is easy to maneuver, even with one hand... which is many times all you have to spare at the moment. Points off for the amount of trunk space it takes, but points back for the cute unisex pattern. [grade: A]

Sling and Carrier: I'm a big believer in baby wearing as a method of bonding with your child, along with the convenience it provides. I tried two slings and this one is a winner as it doesn't take a rocket scientist to be able to safely use it, it comes in a variety of fabrics and colors, and is easily adjustable for maximum comfort (extra points that I got one during a much-reduced price sample sale!). Originally I got this sling, but found that the directions were too confusing, and the fabric did not lend itself to comfortably adjust to baby and I. We got this carrier as a gift and it's been a god sent for when Dylan wants to be held at an inopportune time. I use the carrier for when she's awake and alert and the sling for when she's in a cuddly, sleepy mood. Both help with the hassle of having a stroller in a high traffic area, especially during shopping! [original sling: D, new sling: A+, carrier: A- ]

Diaper bag: while there are many trendy and expensive options, I chose a simple, but cute Carter's bag to start off with as it would break my heart to get many of the messes that come with babies (ahem... poop, milk, spit up, throw up, pee, more poop) on something so nice. Plus, when G has the baby I didn't think he'd appreciate the opportunity to carry something high end and fashionable with his outfit. The changing pad included is also the best for families on the run. If I could choose any one to have though, it would be this beautiful one (maybe for Christmas??). G wants a "manly" backpack though. [grade: A-]

Diaper genie: very dirty diapers in this thing next to my bed... yet I smell none of the goods. [grade: A]

Bottles: we were recommended these by many and have had no problems with additional baby gas problems, spit up, or nipple confusion. So far they're lasting well. [grade: A]

Diapers: we were lucky enough to be gifted months' worth of diapers. With experience we grew to prefer Pampers over Huggies, but when it came time to buy our own, Target brand has served us well. No leaks and very cost efficient. [Pampers: A, Huggies: C, Target: A].

Playmat: at four months old, this is turning into Dylan's favorite. She enjoys reaching for the toys and trying to roll over, but before she would just lay there for a few minutes and then cry. We have this one. [grade: still tbd, but for now a B+].

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Obviously this doesn't even begin to scratch the surface on what you feel you need/want as a parent, but it's a starting point. We've been lucky that nothing purchased has been a complete bust. The good thing is that these are just that... things. None of these are required for a healthy and happy baby; being a caring parent will be a stronger contributor to that.

* Other helpful lists here, here, and here of what worked and what didn't work for recent mamas!

.New (Lately) Favorites.

2011-10-07T19:53:00.001-04:00

My new (lately) favorite parts of the weekend...

... our recent tradition of Friday pizza takeout, huddling on the couch together, catching up

... a few days to be a stay-at-home mama

... airy concerts, downtown

... chilly mornings to snuggle in bed, us three

... cleaning with all the windows open

... outdoor markets, wearing baby

... group napping

... hair up, scarf wearing

... magazine reading

... family breakfast making

... accomplishing things, with steaming coffee by my side

... future planning

.Motherhood Musings: Humanity.

2011-10-05T00:24:00.000-04:00

The world can be a harsh, dark place. People can be cruel and do unimaginable things. Actions can be so hard to rationalize and understand. Human nature can be destructive. In counseling, we often times hear the darkest part of people's lives. As therapists, we're careful to compartmentalize these things in order to avoid quickly burning out... but sometimes stories you hear will just sit with you long after.

Now as a mother, I find it even more challenging to separate the sufferings of others from our daily experiences. I want to protect Dylan from everything painful, everything bad, everything evil. I feel this physical tightness in my throat and chest when imagining her pure, joyful self being exposed to the blackness of life. I want to guard her from bullying, a broken heart, hatred, death, sickness, the world's injustices. This is the reason I had no desire to pursue being a child therapist... I want to save and protect each one and I know that's impossible.

So when I hear these tragedies... all I know to do now is hold baby girl that much tighter all throughout the day and hope to teach her what it means to be good. I don't want her to strive for perfection; there is growth and acquired character in shortcomings. I don't want her just following the rules. I want to model and reinforce for her what it means to choose to be compassionate, have integrity, empathy, consideration and understanding for others, ambition, perseverance, and most of all... having faith in our God and a place that makes no sense to us now... but will later.

Read other Motherhood Musings here, here, and here.

.Recently.

2011-10-03T08:48:00.000-04:00

Recently... I read a refreshingly honest post about finding balance as a mother, wife, and individual. Having/ have a little one? My friend Morgan's site is chock-full of ideas. Dylan is nearly four months old and rolling over, but she just hasn't figured out how to roll back. She also discovered her feet and can entertain herself with them for periods on end. We finally moved her from her infant bassinet to sleeping in her pack n play. I'm not ready to move her into her own room quite yet. Work was challenging... but when is it not? Having to hospitalize someone never gets easier though. I'm so ready for this semester to be over with... I'll never have to take this many classes at once ever again. I've thrown a few tantrums lately... wonder how long I can blame it on the hormones? Also, strangers telling me what I'm doing wrong with my child are not appreciated... and please don't touch my baby, person-I-don't-know, or I may have to kindly redirect you. I can't believe I'm nearly half way through this program. G has been so helpful, allowing me to focus on my assignments so I can be in bed at a decent hour. I'm so loving the cool weather coming in; 96 degrees is too hot for October. We started watching a (new to us) show. I need a haircut, bad. G and I are implementing a new budget and we're sort of excited about it. Oh yea, and skype dates with friends and family are the best.

We're stuck together for now Monday, so let's make the best of it shall we?

.The Day We Found Dylan's Ticklish Spot...

2011-09-29T08:33:00.001-04:00

After a ridiculously long and taxing day, discovering baby girl's ticklish spot and making her laugh... really laugh in delight... is pretty much the best thing ever. I'll make funny noises and do silly things all day to keep those dimples showing.

.We Went to a Farm.

2011-09-28T07:08:00.000-04:00

Kallan and her fiance Kris had their tailgate wedding shower this weekend at her family's farm. We all dressed in Auburn orange and blue, even the sweet babies. It was a mastered combination of country charm and the unhurried southern attitude, as we sat in rocking chairs and enjoyed burgers and homemade icecream in the clean outdoor air.

.Girl's Night.

2011-09-27T07:56:00.000-04:00

Friday evening, I had my first girl's night post-baby. We hosted a lingerie shower/ bachelorette night to celebrate Kallan's upcoming wedding. It was hard being away from Dylan, but she was having some quality daddy-daughter time. It was a nice little break to just be with my friends laughing and being ridiculous... that carefree kind of fun where you revert back to your giggly 16 year old selves for the evening and don't even care.

.Still.

2011-09-26T07:33:00.000-04:00

"Ancora Imparo... I am still learning."

.Michaelangelo.

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.Loving on Dylan...

2011-09-23T08:17:00.001-04:00

... is the easiest thing in the world to do. Various obligations and duties have kept me away from her this week more than usual. I did not like it. The weekend is around the corner though, and while still booked up solid... at least I get to have my littlest friend with me.

.A Walk.

2011-09-20T07:32:00.001-04:00

On Saturday, the weather was brisk and refreshing. I recently read this post highlighting benefits of spending time outside with your child everyday, so we went on a little nature walk in our local park. I thought baby girl would quickly fall asleep with the rhythm of walking and the soothing sound of the wind in the trees, but her face stayed one full of fascination in the movement of the leaves and the breeze tickling her skin. We were in no rush, so we took our time and I pointed things out to Dylan along the way This continued until her eyelids got more and more heavy and she succumbed to a quick nap, leaving a comfortable sound of trees rustling and her breathing against my chest.

.Family Lunches.

2011-09-19T06:43:00.000-04:00

Every Sunday it's tradition to eat lunch after church with G's parents. It usually consists of some kind of homemade, southern goodness and is topped off by a dessert that is bound to make us all move at a slower pace for several hours. Sunday lunches used to be spent exchanging stories from the week, but now it's mostly full of fawning over Dylan. I'm not complaining though... there's always time for adult conversation later.

.Market Square District.

2011-09-16T08:36:00.002-04:00

We have another quiet weekend planned as we enjoy this calm before a very busy fall season. I do enjoy traveling together as a family, because although challenging with a baby... I enjoy exposing her to different worlds. Since Dylan was born, she's been very alert. She likes to watch and study things until she wears herself straight out. We share that- I'm a watcher... an observer... a theorist... a sponge.

While we were away for Labor Day weekend, we drove up to Knoxville for the afternoon and spent time in Market Square District on the recommendation of my family. It did not disappoint. What else did not disappoint was our fantastic brunch at La Costa where I had the most incredibly decadent pancakes in the world {sweet potato to be exact} and great service. Dylan was perfectly content napping in her carrier, allowing G and I to take our time to browse the shops and truly take in this eclectic-ly hip area.

Hooray for Friday!

.Mexican Night.

2011-09-13T06:52:00.000-04:00

While visiting Tennessee, during Labor Day weekend, we went to Chattanooga for the evening. My family took us to one of their favorite Mexican spots, Taco Mamacita, for the best dinner. It was a warm night perfect to eat outdoors, the food was fresh and filling, and the company great. After, we went walking by the water where Dylan fell asleep in her sling. It was sweet to walk hand in hand admiring this cute and lively town where we had made some pretty great memories just years ago.

.Playing on Decks.

2011-09-12T08:10:00.000-04:00

With the drop in ever-present humidity, the weather has been so nice lately. We spent the majority of the weekend on our deck playing, reading, and chatting with baby. It's adorably entertaining to listen to her try to communicate in her baby language and engage with us. It was refreshing to get to just simply relax together during a laid back weekend before getting back to the grind.

.A Little Video.

2011-09-10T08:24:00.000-04:00

I've been following Olivia's blog, Everyday Musings, for awhile as her pictures have a way of transporting you to wherever her adventures may have taken her. She is currently residing in the French countryside and made this little video that I wanted to share...

dordogne from Olivia Rae James on Vimeo.

This just makes me want to pack us up for a holiday, wear Dylan through miles of vineyards on a sunny day, and eat nothing but bread and cheese. Happy Saturday.

.I Only Do This Until I Get Dizzy.

2011-09-09T08:17:00.005-04:00

"I only do this until I get dizzy and then I lay down on my back and watch the clouds," he said. "It sounds simple but you won't believe how many people forget the second part."

.Brian Andreas.

Have a great weekend. Life constantly throws us for loops, so don't forget to take some time to just lay in the grass and look up at the clouds every so often.

.Alma Mater.

2011-09-07T07:19:00.000-04:00

This weekend, after lunch at one of my favorite spots during my college days, we stopped by my Alma mater to check out the major changes since I attended. My school may have been small, but it is still one of the prettiest campuses I've seen, and they continue to make beautiful additions to accommodate its growth. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of the new Dunkin Doughnuts they put in the new Science and Math building; oh what could have been during those harsh early morning classes!

Going to this university has been a family tradition, so I'm curious what Dylan will decide when the time comes; legacy or following a new path? As far as I'm concerned, the future can wait with Dylan... the present is already flying past us at a frightening, lightening speed.

.Tennessee Breakfast.

2011-09-06T07:08:00.003-04:00

Breakfast is my favorite meal. I think it's because it's the meal that gets neglected the most, yet it is the most important to set the day in the right direction; not to mention breakfast entails the best food. It doesn't get much better than catching up with family in your pajamas over freshly ground coffee, pancakes, sunshine streaming through windows, fresh flowers, and baby smiles after a long night's rest to start off a great long weekend.

I wish breakfasts like these could be a daily thing.

.Morning.

2011-09-05T09:52:00.000-04:00

We just had the best time away for a bit in Tennessee. We got to stay with my cousin and his wife, share stories over some of our favorite eats, and see family. More to come later, as I'm going to go enjoy this holiday and spend it lounging with my two loves.

Happy Labor Day.

.Keep Pushing for the Life You Want.

2011-09-02T07:20:00.002-04:00

Another brutal week; only 12 weeks left to go until the end of this ridiculously busy semester. Work is a different story- there’s never any catching up when it comes to helping manage the symptoms of the severely mentally ill. My to-do list gains more than it loses, and relaxation these days consists of catching up on emails, cleaning up around the house and taking care of sweet baby. I’m sure everyone feels this way most of the time… too much to do and not enough hours to do it. I feel like I’ve been walking in a deliriously confused daze of stress, obligation, exhaustion, dedication, hope, and motivation the past several weeks. I keep telling myself that I’m paying my dues; that this will all pay off in the long run… which I’m sure it will. Right now the long run seems pretty far away though so I push myself everyday to focus even harder on life’s little bits of happiness that I find in between the chaos.

The sweet smile I get from Dylan first thing in the morning and when I pick her up from her Gigi and Poppy’s at the end of the day. The much-too-short-but-so-appreciated massage from G during a weak moment. Sunday night traditions of best friends, baby bedtimes and True Blood. The comfort in knowing I’m following God's calling for me. Support from school friends turned great friends through this process. Exchanging book titles with others. The never-ending calls and texts from my family. Keeping up with old friends no matter how many miles separate us. A long weekend surrounded by the mountains to bring in the fall… right when it’s most needed.

Wishing you a long weekend of exactly everything you need.

.Title quote from Ryan of Pacing the Panic Room.

.Work Hard.

2011-08-30T00:00:00.001-04:00

Work hard and be nice to people.

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.Roman Holiday.

2011-08-29T19:03:00.000-04:00

The last few days while we were waiting for baby to get here and trying to move the process forward, we put some time aside to relax and catch up on movies. My mom and I watched Roman Holiday the night before Dylan came and although it was made in the 50's, there were still parts that I craved. Long structured skirts, moped rides through the city, rooftop conversations, giant headboards, and outdoor dancing and dinner parties are just the kind of things that would be perfect to end our warm season and bring in the welcomed fall.

* All images found here

.Reality Check.

2011-08-26T19:19:00.000-04:00

This week was a reality check for me about having it all. Between work, school, and baby, it felt like I was working three jobs and wasting entirely too much time shuttling between them. I missed my little family. I was stressed. I was exhausted. This made me appreciate thoughtful acts from G throughout the week even more. Coming home to a delicious meal inspired by Pinterest was just what the doctor ordered. The weekend to recuperate from the week's events? An added treat.

Now if I can just get G to whip me up some of these... well I'd just be in food heaven.

{Lasagna cups here- Kiss pie here}

.Some Great (Weekend) Moments.

2011-08-23T08:08:00.000-04:00

Sometimes you're aware when your great moments are happening...

.James Salter.

Speaking in the most sing-song voice and doing something ridiculous just to make baby girl laugh. Being giddy that you actually caught it on your {i-phone} camera. Taking a nap although you hate them just because the cuddling is worth it. Eating pie until your stomach hurts. Giving a name to something because you know it's going to be in your life for awhile. Gagging and crying- laughing at a warm surprise from baby that takes two people to clean up. A late afternoon walk that leaves you red, but satisfied. Eating popsicles in bed while watching a great movie. Talking with the glow of tiki torches on your skin. Finding inspiration together. Whispers when the lights are out and everyone is asleep. Waking up exhausted, squinting with one tired eye at your husband, and smiling because even still the late night was worth it.

Important moments they were.

.Four Shots.

2011-08-19T07:28:00.001-04:00

Yesterday baby girl had to have her two months check up which included four shots and a prick in her tiny toe. Dylan's tears made me feel like I wanted to cry, but I was so proud of her for getting over the trauma quick enough to fall asleep in her carseat by the time we made it outside the pediatrician's office. I always feel silly asking a million questions at our appointments, but unfortunately baby girl has been blessed with a neurotic mother. This week was a rough adjustment now that I'm back at work and school, so I intend to soak up any free time I have and take it all week by week to avoid any breakdowns. Taking care of myself, Dylan, and G's heart can be exhausting... but it also brings such joy.

My, how the weekends are always so welcome.

.2nd Year.

2011-08-17T02:44:00.001-04:00

Today starts my second year of doctoral school and unfortunately, more time I have to be away from my little family. I'm so grateful that G will be able to spend that precious time with baby girl that I won't. I've been able to bask in this summer full of family, friends, and a break from work and school; luckily I only have a few classes left before it's time to devote my academic hours to writing my dissertation instead of sitting through lectures. Hopefully before school gets too chaotic, we'll be able to have a few more weekends like we did this past: baby smiles, lazy afternoons in bed, summer dinners, book reading, tv night with friends, and our new favorite game.

.The Last of the Day's Sunshine.

2011-08-16T08:19:00.002-04:00

I love eating outside. Many times I wish we lived in a big city just to have the option to do it more often. Unfortunately where we live, eating outdoors is only pleasant a very short time of the year due to the excessive heat and humidity. As this season slowly winds down though, the summer evenings are becoming more and more pleasant. Last week we had dinner at our friend Kyle's, where we snuck Emily's amazing cookies while the food was cooking and listened to music outside. While we all couldn't agree on what defined "good music" {there are people who don't like Mumford & Sons??}, it was a nice summer night nonetheless.

A midweek dinner with friends is a perfect way to break up a hectic and stressful week.

.Splish Splash.

2011-08-15T08:10:00.001-04:00

Baby girl had her first real bath not too long ago. She hated it at first and broke mama's heart with her pitiful, squinched up face. After a minute though, when she realized that mama was not going to let her go, she relaxed and succumbed to the soothing warm water and suds.

I love all these family firsts. It's surprising how having a child can make the most seemingly mundane things extraordinary to witness.

.Finally Friday.

2011-08-12T00:00:00.002-04:00

It's finally Friday, baby girl is now 8 weeks old, and I've survived my first week back at work! I was thrown right into the fire, but it made the week fly by and now I have two days of freedom. All I can say is thank goodness I love what I do. Yesterday G was off, so it was his first full day alone with Dylan. They got along famously and sweetly brought mama lunch; I didn't even get one panicked phone call from G all day. I may have missed out on all the fun, but nothing makes me happier than seeing the two loves of my life bond.

.Birthday Buelo.

2011-08-11T07:46:00.002-04:00

Happy birthday to my dear dad.

The man I measured my crushes against. The man that would warm my car in the early morning and leave behind a hot breakfast and a mug of hot chocolate. The man who constantly challenges me. The man who expected nothing less than straight A's and enforced a strict midnight curfew even as I went into college. The man who never let me get away with anything. The man who always told me I was beautiful.

Dylan is lucky to have you as her "buelo" because deep down, you're a softie at heart. Promise I won't blow your cover though.

.Hosting.

2011-08-10T07:45:00.000-04:00

This weekend we had the last of our welcome-Dylan-into-the-world family visits. Hosting usually stresses me out, but everyone was content just relaxing in between planning our meals and eat we did. Whether it was Italian, Mexican, or Ranger burgers... we ate and we laughed... alot. My little sister Katheryn is at such an interesting stage at two and a half where she soaks up her entire environment and learns something new in everything she hears and sees. Funny that I aim to do that everyday at the age of twenty five.

This weekend G and I also dedicated Dylan at church. It was a beautiful moment officiated by the pastor who married us three years ago and surrounded by family. Another favorite memory of my family's trip was a particular gift. My aunt presented us a cd for Dylan filled with some favorite songs from Disney classics and a special track at the end: Over the Rainbow sung by my sweet cousin Araceli. Dylan and I have now started a new practice after I pick her up from her Gigi and Poppy's; we sit together, listen to her present, and just play together after a long day of working as we wait for G to get home. It's pretty much perfect.

.Just a Few.

2011-08-08T21:34:00.000-04:00

Here are just a few quick shots from our family-filled weekend. There are more to come, but as I returned to work today after seven wonderful weeks home with Dylan, all I want to do now is go cuddle up with baby girl & G and listen to the rain fall.

.Growing Love.

2011-08-05T10:13:00.000-04:00

Where you invest your love, you invest your life.

.Mumford & Sons.

I've been phoneless since Monday night when my phone took a spill. While I thought not being able to receive calls would be anxiety-provoking, it's actually been nice to slightly disconnect for the last week I have with Dylan before returning back to work. Side note on the benefits of technology- between Facetime on my Itouch and making calls through gmail {both free!}, I was able to contact the outside world when I had to... very convenient.

I've had so much fun playing with her as she's started cooing and smiling purposively now and has recently discovered her mobile. We've also found her current favorite game, "kick off the blanket" which consists of just that... throwing a blanket over her little legs and seeing how fast she can kick it off; she loves it so much she'll do it 100 times. She is such a joy to us and now she's getting to win over more family as my dad and little sister are here for a visit!

Hope you all have a great weekend, we're off to welcome in more family and start our weekend of fun before real life resumes on Monday.

.Anniversary.

2011-08-03T16:43:00.001-04:00

We tried to celebrate our anniversary this weekend with bebe in Atlanta. Dylan was wonderful, but it was a surprise to us how not baby-friendly many places were. It was a learning experience on the new things we have to be aware of as parents that never once crossed our minds: where are the ramps for the stroller? There are still restaurants that allow smoking inside? Given the location, bring the stroller or front carrier? What to do if a place has no available changing table in the restroom? We made the best of it, had a good time, and rewarded ourselves with new mugs I had my eye on for quite some time, but decided we deserved an anniversary trip do-over.

On our actual anniversary we went out for sushi and had treats waiting at home for us. I enjoyed commemorating three years having dessert & French soda and watching a documentary curled up together. How far we've come since we were seventeen.

.3 Years.

2011-08-02T07:58:00.001-04:00

On our third anniversary, I wanted to reminisce about the day G asked me to marry him...

December 8, 2007 will always be one of the most special days I hold, not only because it was the catalyst to the lovely life we now share, but because the devotion I felt from G that day was deep and true. G carefully and thoughtfully planned out this perfect day for me, included my loved ones, and the romantic gesture was unlike anything I could have pictured for myself. Any proposal from him would have been wonderful, but at the end of the evening I was most happy that I was marrying my best friend... and that I knew without an inkling of doubt that he knew and understood me. It was evident from the entire proposal that G knew what would make me feel cherished, and three years later he continues to display these acts of love.

So G... thank you for making the decision, asking for my dad's blessing (that certainly wasn't easy), scheming with my friends and family, taking me to breakfast when I was being such a brat that day, forcing me to walk to the beautiful courtyard, and getting down on one knee with the ring I will wear the rest of my life. Thank you for taking me to the most grown-up dinner and having my outfit ready so I wouldn't have to be the least bit stressed. Thank you for the words you said to me that day that I will always keep and remember when times get tough. Thank you for being on my team.

Happy wedding anniversary to us.

* Best method of mass news notification via 2007. It makes me laugh to think how excited I was to get to press that "confirm" button, because then it was official.

.A Moment.

2011-07-29T10:24:00.000-04:00

Last night, G and baby girl fell asleep together on the couch while I was making dinner. When I looked over and caught a glimpse of this moment, all I could do was smile and snap a quick shot. It was evident that neither were waking up soon, so I took the time to quietly eat dinner, finally read the latest InStyle magazine, take a relaxing, uninterrupted hot shower, catch up on emails, watch the season premiere of Project Runway, and start my latest novel. By then, hours had passed and as I sat down to escape in my book, I couldn't help but look up from what I was doing over and over to look at my little family still cuddled up.

It was captivating; I just wanted to take a thousand pictures of the moment so I would never forget it. These first six weeks as a family have been indescribable... many moments have taken my breath away... but this was something different. I've been fighting to stay in the here-and-now in order to really take advantage of this time, bonding with my daughter and watching Dylan rapidly grow and slowly discover the world around her. For this moment though, I allowed myself to envision the future of Dylan and her dad in years to come... our family curled up on the couch after a family dinner following a long day, surrounded by our pups... and it was overwhelming and good. So I watched them for a little bit longer because letting the moment happen in front of you and absorbing it whole-heartedly is the best way to preserve it. I hope this never gets old.

I also hope you get to experience a few of these good moments this weekend. I am looking forward to celebrating our third wedding anniversary a little early myself!

.A Grand Time.

2011-07-28T00:11:00.000-04:00

My grandparents and brother came in town last week to meet Dylan. Our short time together was spent being spoiled by my grandmother's cooking, competing in card and board games, talking around the kitchen table, and learning old-school mothering tricks from my Nani. The things you learn from your history... they are the lessons you pass down... so these quality moments I get to spend with my family is deeply cherished.

.Baby Love.

2011-07-26T09:39:00.001-04:00

Just a few shots of our dolce ragazza, thanks to Katie of Clever Love Photography. I love her ability to capture real moments of tenderness. I'll always cherish these beautiful photos of our new little family.

.Survival Kit.

2011-07-25T09:16:00.002-04:00

Newborns eat quite alot... every 2-4 hours to be exact... which goes by quite quickly when you consider that's from when you start feeding and it could take babies anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour to finish. Yes, nursing is a beautiful bonding experience. No, I don't necessarily feel the same poignant emotions at four in the morning. Regardless, it's necessary and beneficial to baby. Babies also have breakdowns and like to be held. That being said, it's important to keep oneself relaxed and entertained or it's easy to be uncomfortable and tense the majority of the day. Here is the survival kit that has aided me tremendously in the numerous feedings and spontaneous baby breakdowns at all hours...

Ipod touch & blackberry- with these I can conveniently respond to emails and surf the Internet. Also, there's a free app I use religiously that keeps track of how long feedings are, suggests an appropriate time for the next feeding based on duration, diaper changes, and baby's sleep times. It's been beyond helpful to reference when I have dozens of other things on my mind

Nook & Magazines- for an especially long bonding session with Dylan, I can get pretty far in my latest warm weather read with a touch of a screen; it's especially helpful that this barely takes one hand to use versus a real book. For a shorter session, the latest magazine does the trick

Reading light- not too much lighting to wake up husband, but enough lighting to find my way to the bassinet and changing table when needed

Boppy- I haven't built the upper body strength yet to hold baby girl all day long. This enables me to still have use of at least one hand and makes baby and I both much more comfortable

Portable fan- I'm still hot all the time, but I have to remember that baby is not. Also, G does not appreciate a high air conditioning bill, so this fan continues to be a close friend

Water bottle- self explanatory. I need to remember to take care of myself too

Now, this survival kit doesn't negate the need to be present with baby and give her my complete attention when necessary. This survival kit helps to cope when I may need a little relief or break, but it may not be possible at the time. Baby will sense if I'm frustrated, stressed, bored, or uncomfortable so the faster I can find a way to remain a calm me, the better I am for her.

.Our Birth Story.

2011-07-21T08:52:00.002-04:00

My due date came and went. My doctor said that my body was showing no movement forward and that I would not be able to be induced until Wednesday, June 22nd. Also adding to my comfort about labor and delivery? My doctor also disclosed to me the week before that he would be out of town the entire week of my due date. Wonderful.

Friday, June 17th started off a different day. When I woke up that morning, I was pretty sure my water broke. Without getting graphic, let's just say it's not like it is in the movies. I called my doctor's office and was told to come in for an exam to confirm my suspicions. My mother and I were pretty sure they were going to send me home, so we had plans to go out for breakfast after the appointment. All we ended up doing after the doctor's office was go straight to the hospital because I was in labor.

Fast forward a few short hours of admittance into labor and delivery, signing way too many papers, being hooked up to machines and fetal monitors, and I was comfortable in my room reading my book, just waiting for the ball to get rolling. I felt it was going to go smoothly because I wasn't even feeling my contractions at that point. Then, my fill-in doctor came in. Dylan's heart rate had slowed considerably and they were moving toward an emergency C-section in fears that in this continuining, she would lose oxygen to her brain. That's when time slowed, and I had to remember to calm my panicked heart, for Dylan's sake. Obviously, an unplanned C-section wasn't ideal. Add that G was still at work because I told him to "finish up, this will take hours." The doctor chose to give me some sugar water and wait a half hour to ensure that baby wasn't just in the middle of a sleep cycle before proceeding with surgery.

After some time, her heart rate returned to normal and we were back to the original plan of a natural delivery. G was at the hospital at this point and I sent him home to grab a few things I'd forgotten to pack in my haste that morning. Right after lunch, her heart rate slowed again. As I was only dilated 2 cm and labor was moving very slowly, the doctor made the decision not to take the chance and get Dylan out immediately. They quickly began to prep me for surgery and put on my oxygen mask and I tried to stall as G was still at home getting our things! Suffice it to say, after many panicked phone calls, G's speeding to the hospital again, and running up to the room out of breath, he made it in the nick of time as they rushed me to the OR.

I've never had any medical interventions, broken bones, or time in hospitals period. The next twenty minutes were the scariest of my life. They separated G and I as they prepped me and started anesthesia. Instantly, I felt a warmth in my legs and felt my bottom half go numb. I could still feel everything, but not the pain; it was alot of pulling and tugging. When G was allowed in the room I was beyond relieved. It was quick and very clinical. It's a strange experience, knowing that 15 people are in the room trying to get your child here safely and you're just laying on a table, pretty much useless at this point except to be the shell. I felt helpless and completely out of control. The only control I had was to remain calm and pray to find comfort. G and the anesthesiologist narrated what was going on, and soon after a nurse put what I felt as heavy pressure on my belly and I heard the sweetest sound in the world... Dylan crying. That's when I cried. I cried that after 40 long weeks of worry, she was here. I cried that now it was truly beginning. I cried that I couldn't protect her from whatever complication was causing us to have to be in that OR. I cried in gratitude of the hospital staff for taking such good care of us.

The worst part of the C section hasn't been the long recovery, or the scar. It was that seemingly endless time from when she was born, to when I was finally able to hold her. Yes, I was able to give her a quick peck before they shuttled her off... but I was forced to remain in recovery for an hour before I was taken back to my room to "meet" her. It was the longest hour of my life. My comfort was having G and my mother come see me in recovery and give me the report of how Dylan was doing in the nursery. That's when I learned that the cause of her heart rate going down was that her umbilical cord was wrapped around her. Ultimately the doctor made the best decision under pressure as I would have almost surely had to have a C-section even after hours of labor. I will be forever grateful for his quick and efficient decision-making.

When I was finally in my room, surrounded by family, and the nurse handed Dylan to me, all I could think was, "I can't believe you are ours." We've been waiting for ours for some time, and finally we were meeting her. I was finally able to stare at those little feet that have been kicking me for months. I was finally able to see her face, and determine what parts of me and what parts of G she possessed. I was finally able to hold her and know she was safe in my arms.

Much after that is a blur of friends visiting and calls to family as I was on heavy painkillers, but all I know is that I ended that day in the hospital bed next to G, with Dylan Grace in our arms, deliriously happy. That's when G surprised me with my push present... a beautiful solitaire diamond necklace that I will one day pass down to Dylan and relive this story and the meaning behind the gift. It was one of those days where you look up, close your eyes, and ask God how you ever deserved to be so blessed, but thank you, thank you, thank you for allowing it and I promise I won't take it for granted... ever.

.Visits.

2011-07-20T09:48:00.003-04:00

G's older brother, Grant, and his wife Jaime came to visit from Florida this weekend to meet Dylan. They are expecting their first child, Theodore, this October so most of the weekend was spent shopping for babies, eating, and discussing all things babies. Dylan seemed to love the extra attention and hands to hold her and we, personally, can't wait for her to have a cousin so close in age that she can grow up with.

Next to meet our little girl are my grandparents and brother! We're expecting them later today and I simply can't wait to spend some quality time with them after months of separation.

.First Thirty Days.

2011-07-19T10:33:00.001-04:00

Well, Dylan has been in our lives for over a month now. I've learned a few things since we've brought her home that have helped in adjusting our lives for this sweet addition...

1. Baby naps do not equal mama naps. Baby naps equal time for mama to do everything that requires two hands or longer than 5 minutes of attention

2. A daily shower and applying a touch of makeup makes all the difference in mama's attitude

3. I will feel stupid, silly, confused, or incompetent in parenting the majority of the time

4. I need to roll with the punches or I won't make it out alive

5. Always have the new, clean diaper on immediately after I remove the dirty

6. Huggies diapers will leak a mess everywhere, but Pampers is sturdy for baby girl's bottom

7. Embrace the ballerina bun... during this survival period, it's just the easiest way to stay presentable and fresh

8. Husband needs some alone time with baby girl too... for bonding and learning and all that... he'll let me know if he needs help

9. My body is still not my own... but it is doing amazing things right now for baby

10. Pumping/ nursing is way more complicated than I thought and exhausting

11. I still need to stay off of forums. If I have questions, ask other mothers or call the pediatrician if necessary

12. Don't forget to eat, take my vitamins, drink water, etc. (this is very easy to forget)

13. Find a gracious way to accept advice on parenting

14. Don't take it personally when people offer parenting advice

15. I'm a perfectionist. That being said, I will never be the perfect mom

16. Take time just to be with Dylan. It doesn't always have to be productive, although I feel guilty for getting to stay at home with her during maternity leave while G has to work

17. It's okay that I can't answer every phone call, text, email or message. People will understand.

18. I will check on baby girl 10x's a night, although she only wakes up about once or twice to make sure she's still breathing. I also know that's irrational but it makes me feel better.

19. When I figure out what each of Dylan's cries means, it makes her breakdowns much more manageable

20. She will not die if I let her cry for more than five seconds

21. I will experience cabin fever during maternity leave so it's good to keep myself busy

22. I will discover the most random, yet effective ways to console baby girl when she's upset

23. I will get down about the changes my body has taken for baby girl, but she is worth sacrificing my vanity

24. If I don't burp baby properly, I will regret it

25. In between the hundred of kisses I give bebe, remember to throw a few dozen husband's way as well

26. Fellow mom friends are priceless in normalizing my emotions/ fears/ experiences

27. G and I are still partners and on the same team... always

28. Leaving the house alone with baby girl will take me 5541x longer than it ever did when I was alone. Practice and forward planning can only help better my time.

29. People are more considerate to pregnant ladies in public than mothers with strollers

30. Automated doors are a blessing when mama is alone with said stroller

31. I will marvel at baby girl at all times and can't believe we've been so blessed with her as our daughter. The amount of adoration and dedication I have for our little girl is already limitless in this short time. She makes it easy to be patient as she acclimates to life with us.

.Blog Birthday.

2011-07-15T08:21:00.000-04:00

I've been so caught up in life that I didn't even realize that my blog birthday had passed me by. It's now been one year that I've been able to document and share our life with you readers, and what a year it's been. I've enjoyed every minute of blogging and the process has been therapeutic for me, as well as a way to hold me accountable to slow down, learn, and enjoy the little things about life, when all I want to do is stress and try to control the big things. I've met sweet and fascinating people through the blogging community and I think others in my life have gotten to know me better through my writing.

Thank you for being interested in my little corner of the internet and I look forward to seeing where we'll be next year!

* Picture source

.Summer Shine.

2011-07-14T04:08:00.000-04:00

"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. I want to dip my toes in the water, to dangle my feet off the edge of the dock and sit leaning forward, looking at you, laughing till our stomachs hurt, that’s the summer I’ve always dreamt about."

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We're almost a month into summer and the sizzle is ever present. To commemorate the season of cook-outs, slushy drinks, water fun, and darker skin, I'm loving... shirt dresses, outdoor dining, having childlike fun with kites and sunny games, mint details to add a pop of summer color to any outfit, reading in the sun, ballerina-like feminine silhouettes, pool time, striking flowers, painted doors, warm weather hats, rose gold jewelry, the fragrance of raspberries mixed with vanilla , passion tea lemonade, sun tea, coconut mocha frapps, and European adventures like this or this.

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1. Midnight in Paris source
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3. Kite dress source
4. Mint shoes source
5. Summer reads source
6. Silhouettes sources 1/ 2
7. Pool source
8. Peonies source

9. Painted doors source
10. Summer hats 1/2/3
11. Carried Away source
12. Rose gold ring and watch sources

.Dear Dylan.

2011-07-13T05:46:00.003-04:00

Dear Dylan,

The past few weeks have flown by in a blur of feedings, naps, playing, diaper changes, and kisses. I keep trying to remind myself to take the attention and time to cherish these precious moments. Right now I've learned some things about you, my sweet girl... you hate being cold, especially during bath time and diaper changes. You love being in mama's arms, and when it's time to go to bed, you like your head laying near my chest; I think my heartbeat comforts you. You love sleeping in mama and daddy's bed best, and many times you catch mama placing you back in your bassinet and it makes you cry. You dream alot and your expressions say that some dreams are good, and some are bad. What are you dreaming of baby girl? You love being swaddled and you hate hate hate being burped in any position... you're already such a little lady. You can already roll to your side, which I'm pretty sure isn't supposed to happen yet and you love to curl your hands around my fingers... you're touchy lovey just like your mama and daddy. You're trying to figure out your hands and sometimes you succeed in things like holding your pacifier to your mouth (which is your most favorite thing in the world), and sometimes you're not so successful and bop yourself right in the face, which you don't find as entertaining as your mama does. I love you more than anything beautiful girl.

Love you always,

your mama

.Bread & cheese, European soda, and Fruit.

2011-07-12T17:15:00.000-04:00

When we want to break up the mundane, and add a little spark to a relaxing weekend evening in, a trip to the Fresh Market usually does the trick. Something as simple as a loaf of focaccia bread, cheese, seasoned meats, and some European soda can make it feel like an occasion. It's funny how a little variety on our plates easily leads to refreshing dinner talk as well. Add curling up on the couch to watch a movie, surrounded by pups and a napping baby, and we had a bona fide family date night (at times referred to as a Friday Film & Food Adventure). These nights, as uncomplicated as they are, are what I know I will one day look back on fondly... and wish I could have frozen time.

.Facing Monday.

2011-07-11T00:00:00.001-04:00

The many faces of Dylan.

Each and every one fascinates her mama.