Thursday, May 28, 2009

I know you've been waiting on pins and needles for this

It has been pointed out to me by an unnamed source, that the title of this post may sound egotistical. Like you should really care about a silly dress. Just to clarify, I know that you don't give a second thought to what I wear, and that's why I sarcastically named the post what I did. Sorry if I offended anyone. I was just trying to be funny, and honestly just trying to find something to write about. I have no inspiration. Obviously.

I give you, a picture of the dress from Anthropologie. Okay, maybe the title of this post was a tad bit dramatic, and you probably have no clue what I'm talking about, but... This is the dress that I'm planning on wearing to Jason's graduation and Blake & Rachel's wedding. Here's the artistic, I'm trying to be a photographer, but I'm the worst photographer known to mankind, please help me Mandy, picture:
And here's the picture without all of the fancy effects, just so you get the color scheme. After taking this picture, I realized that it is completely see-through. Good to know!

Now I'm just trying to figure out which shoes to wear. Too bad I hardly have any!

And, in hopes that I actually look decent in the dress, I've been doing the Jillian Michael's, "No More Trouble Zones" workout. I've been running consistently, but I need something to tone things up. Trust me, this workout is soooooo hard. I haven't been this sore in a long time. Here's a picture of me, doing my best Jillian 'on the cover of the DVD' pose. As you can tell by my face and gross hair, it was quite the workout.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Mixed Bag

So I'm starting my last week of work. Not a bad thing to start it on a Tuesday.

We had a great 3-day weekend. We spent the weekend running errands, cleaning, cooking, listening to music (rediscoverd love for Damien Rice), a little shopping, and lots of tummy time and cuddling.

I happened to stumble across a new found love of salad, and this is impressive because I already love salad so much. We have found some pre-mixed salads that are so great. In particular, Dole's Hearty Italian. It includes diced salami, parmesan cheese, and seasonings. We added avocodo, which is really strange, but it made it so good. I have to stop talking about it because it's making me hungry.

Jason, Chloe and I went to Anthropologie this weekend. I went to find a dress for graduation and Blake's wedding, Jason went to watch Chloe, and Chloe went for the early exposure to fashion. I was looking for this dress in hopes that the price was majorly discounted:

Couldn't find the dress, but I found another one that is so cute. It was $100 off the original price. Yay for sales! I would post a picture, but I can't find one on the website. It will have to be a surprise.

I'm having a lot of mixed feelings about moving in four weeks. I'm going to be so sad to leave, but happy to be one step closer to moving back to Oklahoma. I do have to say that I'm excited about our families coming up for graduation. It will be so great to have everyone here. I love the fact that Chloe will be surrounded by so much family. Actually, I probably won't even get the chance to hold her for a while. But that's okay.

I leave you with a picture that still makes me cry. It's a picture of Amelia (my first baby) and I at our apartment in Oklahoma. This is the day that we moved to Chicago. Now that I'm looking at this picture, I'm thinking that I wore that outfit this weekend--minus the sandals, the abs of steel, the tan, and the black eye.

Gotta go. A cereal bar and coffee are calling my name. Have a great day!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Friday, May 22, 2009

Mistaken Identity

Chloe was mistaken for a boy today. I'm not offended; babies are just a tad on the androgynous side. Why did they think she was a boy? Well, I have a green and grey stroller, she was covered in a green and brown animal blanket, and she had a blue paci in her mouth. Boy, boy, boy. And, I'm sorry. But I'm not the bow-in-her-hair kind of mom. The mistaken party did look a little confused. I'm sure they were wondering why my poor boy was dressed in a pink shirt and a ruffly skirt.
Sorry Chloe. You're the prettiest girl I know.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Monday, May 18, 2009

Friday Night: New Kind of Date Night

Friday night date.

I dressed up in my cutest outfit.

Dinner at our favorite Italian restaraunt, seated at our favorite table.

Great conversation.

Tons of laughter.

Plenty of kisses.

A movie.


Followed by more cuddling.

Finally, falling asleep (totally movie induced. It was only 7:30 in the evening. And no, I'm not suffocating my daughter with the burp rag. It's just laying funny.) next to the person you love.

I love our new date nights.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

In the looks department

Let's count the ways my daughter and I look alike:

Same eyes:

Same nose:

Same winning smile:

Alright, let's be honest. More and more, my daughter is looking less like me and more like this guy:

Yep, he's her dad. Just look at these two:


Granted, the girl's only 2 months old, so who knows what she will end up looking like, but I just thought she would look more like me. The few times Jason and I have picked up Chloe together at school (what we're calling daycare), the teachers have said, "Oh look Chloe, there's you're twin." And they're not referring to me, they're referring to Jason. I smile and laugh on the outside, but I have to say that I'm a little sad on the inside. Ladies, you have to admit that the narcissistic, I-carried-this-baby-for-9-months, labored-and-birthed-this-butterball side of you wants your child to at least obtain a few of your features.

The other day I was telling Jason I was a little sad that people don't say we look more alike, and I said, "Do you think she looks like me at all?" He said, "She has your coloring." I responded, "What! She's white?" No response. So my daughter looks like me because she's caucasian. I've kept this response in the tally of wrong responses my husband has made throughout our relationship. The only way to redact this response from the list, Jason, is to tell me this, "She has your blue eyes, red tinted hair, beauty, and sweet personality." Just for future reference.

Honestly, I think my daughter's perfect and you can't convince me otherwise. I wouldn't change a thing about her. I see myself in her everyday, and it makes me celebrate the blessing I've been given. She's happy and healthy. What more could you ask for? Plus, you got lucky kiddo; looking like your dad is a great thing. I have to admit that he's not too shabby in the looks department. I sure do know how to pick 'em.

Mom, I know you are going to disagree with me. You have to admit that she looks like Jason. I know, I think she's a combination of me and my siblings. We can talk about it on the phone later.

One more thing, dear readers, you will NOT hurt my feelings if you say she looks like Jason. You know that I secretly love it!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Put 'em up

It's amazing the crazy faces/poses you can get from your child when you take 600 pictures a day.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

To all of my friends and family who are mothers. You have taught me so much and have inspired me to be the best mom I can be. To my mother, you give me the confidence I need everyday. I don't know how I would do this without you. I love you!

Happy Mother's Day!

Saturday, May 9, 2009

2 Months: Super Baby

Baby Chloe is 2 months old today. I cannot believe how much she has changed over the past week, let alone the last two months. She had a check-up this week and she weighs 10 lbs., 10 oz., and is 22 1/2 inches long. She's getting so chunky and I love it! I think a new roll appears every day. Let's just hope she doesn't end up like her mom
I was so proud at her appointment. While the doctor was giving her the exam, she smiled and cooed at her the entire time. I was beaming. I never thought I could be so proud! 
We are so thankful for Chloe. She is such a good baby. So happy and cuddly. She's a little spit-fire too. I think that's what I like about her the most! I can't believe how much our lives have changed, and I can't believe the love that we feel. I'm amazed at how it gets deeper and deeper each day. We love you so much, little girl! Happy 2 months!

Thursday, May 7, 2009

I will call him Saint Lash

Last night, my husband did the nicest thing he could possibly do for me. He let me have one night of uninterrupted sleep. And when I say uninterrupted, I mean it. No monitor in the room. No husband in the bed. No crying baby I inevitably wake up to. Just me. A long, hot bath. My comfiest pj's. The fan turned on high to freeze out the room. And an entire bed all to myself.

To pull the night off, we moved Chloe's bed and humidifier into the living room, and Jason slept on the couch. To let him know how much I appreciated what he was doing, I left notes around the house for him to find during the night.

By her bottles.

On the diaper changing pad.

And of course, on my bedroom door, a kind reminder.

Thought it wasn't harsh enough. I changed the verbage up a bit to make it a little more threatening. I also wanted him to think I'm a tad on the crazy side. Just for extra "no interruptions" insurance.

A picture of a happy and rested mom. And yes, I always look this good in the morning.

All in all, the night was a success. I woke up, went downstairs and everyone was still alive. That's success in my book.

New Addition

Go and check out the newest Lashley baby. He is so adorable. Congratulations Ryan and Stephanie! We can't wait to meet this boy.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

When you are trying to get your abs back

You should not go home from work, skip your afternoon run, stand at the kitchen counter, polish off the rest of the pasta salad covered in olive oil dressing and feta cheese, devour the rest of the chocolate chip ice cream, all while contemplating what to eat for dinner, decide on pizza for dinner, opt out on the water you've been forgetting to drink for a coke, sit on the couch while watching Dancing with the Stars, forget (on purpose) to do your evening crunches, and then start into another gallon of ice cream.

I will try harder today.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Conversations with an 8-week old

I'm officially off my rocker. I walked into Chloe's room this morning and found her awake in her bed. When she saw me, she immediately started screaming... not a "I'm so happy to see you, I love you so much" scream, but a "you better fix me a bottle, pronto, and then change my stinky diaper" scream. I leaned over her, looked her square in the eye and said,

"Hi. I'm your mom. I'm here to meet your needs."

No idea where that came from. I. need. more. sleep. 2 hours a night ain't cuttin' it.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Something out of Nothing

I need inspiration, serious inspiration. I have not a creative bone left in my body. Just when I feel like my life is flourishing, I lose all inspiring and funny thoughts. I know, I know...I'm exhausted and my brain is depleting with each passing second. I have an excuse. I need assignments. Like when you're in elementary school and they give you a topic to journal about daily. That's what I need!

Anyway, I just want to give a shout-out (yes, I just said shout-out. Again I have an excuse.) to all of you mothers out there. Motherhood is hard work!! I dropped off my girl at daycare this morning while I start back at work. Granted, I only have four weeks of work left before we move, so I can't complain too much. But talk about a well of emotions. I'm amazed at how much I miss her. Staying home with her was hard, going back to work is hard... So I just have to say, whether you're a stay-at-home mom, a working mom, or somewhere in the middle, I now understand (okay, I only have an inkling) how hard it all is.

Today I'm celebrating moms. All moms. No matter what, I am encouraged by mothers who do their best everyday. And thank you to my mom, for letting me call her in tears after I dropped Chloe off. You're the best. So please join me by telling a friend, family member, coworker, or complete stranger what a good job they're doing.

They should totally create a holiday for this... ;)