Convinced

I am now convinced that God made babies more snugly when they have fevers so that parents will find a small bit of joy during a less than joyful time. Our Ellery Wynn has officially had her first fever or perhaps still has. Last night she woke up every 45 minutes and would scream out, but then go right back to sleep, at 3 AM I decided to give her some Tylenol assuming she was in pain because those pesky teeth are still trying to break through. I go downstairs, get the medicine, go over to her crib and as soon as she can sense me she goes hysterical and this mama’s heart began to feel a little guilty that I hadn’t gone in sooner. I picked her up and she felt like she was on fire. Turns out her temperature was just slightly over 100, but she was radiating heat and I felt terrible for her. I brought her in our room and woke up Andrew, then while we waited for the medicine to kick in she played in our bed. Thank goodness she played because then I felt way better, she was laughing and chatting and then I knew she wasn’t doing too bad. I looked at Andrew and asked the question I already knew the answer to, “can’t she just sleep with us for the rest of the night?” Of course the answer was, “no.” But hey, I tried. She went back to sleep in her crib and then I lay wide awake wondering if she was ok, I fell asleep finally around 4:45 and she of course woke up screaming at 5:00. We were up for the day at 6:30 and spent the day snuggling, watching Netflix leap frog, reading books in bed, and napping as much as possible. Poor little nugget had a fever most of the day and seemed to kick it a little bit before bedtime. As much as everyone says to enjoy the phase where they don’t talk I think it’ll be better when she can tell me what’s wrong. According to the Internet doctors say that babies don’t get fevers when they are teething? Really? Every kid I know has had fevers associated with teething.

Hot, I mean hot pink

Today I got an e-mail from the LOFT telling me that all their sale merchandise was 60% off. Since having a baby I have a limited number of shorts that fit and for some reason I have been wanting to wear shorts everyday. So I ran into LOFT with my little lady today and snagged a couple pairs. One of which was hot pink, and I mean neon, there is no filter on this photo and this is what they look like.

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When I saw them I just knew I had to have them. When I got home I thought I’d go through my closet and put together a few outfits. Some of you have asked me for suggestions on mom style so I put together four options. I looked a hot mess so as much as I hate pictures with people’s heads cut off it was really my only feasible option if I was going to post them.

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Short On Words

So I haven’t been posting nearly as much lately. I am realizing this is because I’m busy for the first time in over two years. The blog used to be my outlet, the place where I felt like I was visiting with people and being myself. I used to write blog posts in my head all the time and found time to put my thoughts on here. Lately I have to remind myself that I have a blog and I should probably write something. This is not one of those ” and so I’m not going to blog anymore” posts. More like a “hey I’m still here and I’m going to hopefully post a little more consistently” kind of posts. So stay with me friends, I’m not going anywhere. And since you’re here you might as well check out these sweet pictures of Ellery playing with her little play set I took yesterday.

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30

My love turns 30 today. Like most men he hasn’t accomplished what he hoped to by age 30, but to me he’s given me everything, but the moon. My man is the most involved amazing dad I have ever seen. I love to hear the absolute glee from deep within Ellery when daddy gets her up in the morning after being gone a few days. He works hard for us, he supports my desire to stay home with our kids, and helps me dream what the future might look like for my career when they reach school age. He builds me up and points out my strengths. He loves justice and fights for me and will fight for our family. He will not settle for mediocrity, he is always seeking what the next step might look like for him. In just the past few years he has become a doctor, had 3 promotions within the same company and is so talented they let him move wherever he wanted in order to keep him. He is my favorite person, he is my home, he is the person I miss the most and the one I don’t tire of. He is the kind of man I hope our little girl marries one day and if God gives us boys I hope they aspire to be like him. He is loyal, honest, genuine, funny, patient and kind. And I’m so glad he’s mine! Love you love, happy 30th birthday, it’s gonna be a great year.

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It Really Worked

When we moved into our house my mom commented the first day that we definitely needed to buy new shower heads. I told her I wanted to try one of my Pinterest ideas first before going out and spending money. I tried THIS pin and it works like magic. Literally put vinegar in a bag, rubber band it on, wait a couple hours, take it off, wipe and you’re finished. I was seriously shocked, here is how mine turned out.

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10 MonthLetter

To My Congenial Ellery Wynn,

I laugh as I write the to line tonight because you screamed at me from about 6:30 until bedtime, but for the most part you are miss congeniality. We really put this to the test when we moved cross country, left you with people you didn’t know, slept you in different beds, changed up your schedule and really changed your life this month. You have gotten through most of it with a smile on your face. You have a fantastic disposition. You are hysterical and this month has been especially fun because you love to mimic us. Your daddy can get you to do some pretty silly things. I wish I could describe the noises you make, you do some weird thing with your tongue that is quite funny too. You are starting to clap and I can already tell you have a sense of rhythm, when we play music you punch the sky or wave your hand to the beat. I am one lucky mama because we have gotten moved in and nearly settled and you are still not exactly crawling. You get to where you want to go, just haven’t figured out that your knees will take you there faster. You have become very attached to me this month, understandably so, with so much transition I am your constant. Dad isn’t even the fix for sadness this month as he usually is. I’ve held you a lot this month and count myself lucky that you are still so tiny. While I might be the favorite these days you still don’t call me mama and it appears you are saying dada to your daddy. I also believe you are using the word hi correctly, and while you probably don’t know what ya means you say it a lot and often in response to a question which is just too cute for words. You are gentle and sweet and your laugh is most definitely the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

Love you forever,
Mama

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Good Choice

I am directionally challenged. When I say this I don’t just mean I can’t find a new place. I am severely directionally challenged, as in I wouldn’t be able to get home if I was coming from a new place or I couldn’t get to a friend’s house from my parent’s if I was used to driving from my apartment a few miles away. My parents got us a GPS for our wedding and it surely has saved us from having some fights over the years. It hurts the situation that Andrew has the keenest sense of direction of anyone I know. I mean seriously, drop this man in the middle of nowhere in the morning and he would be home by dinner. I would surely die trying. In Austin the GPS was my best friend and the only way I ever found anything. I didn’t really learn street names, I relied on it to get to the airport which I drove many times, but never trusted myself to get there, and I never learned the city at all. When we moved here I made a decision. No more GPS to get around town. This has turned out to be a great choice so far. I used it the first weekend we were here and once to get to Bloomington, but besides that it has stayed tucked away in the car. I do allow myself to look up directions before leaving the house, but try to rely on asking people how to get somewhere and looking up an address and trying to figure out how to get there on my own. This has forced me to learn where we live in relation to the major streets. I would highly recommend this practice if you are moving to a new city. I already feel like I have a better grasp on this city in two weeks than I did in over two years in Austin. Also probably contributes to feeling at home, I already feel so at home.

Before You Nominate Me

Sometimes it seems like I have it all together, sometimes I actually do, other times not so much. So before you nominate me for mother of the year you should probably know these things. I’ve used the mum mum veggie rusks to buy myself time everyday for the past two weeks, her arsenic level is probably through the roof. I call them my secret weapon, it has gotten us through car rides, the move and unpacking. The other night I decided I didn’t feel like feeding her dinner, I was exhausted and figured nursing was probably sufficient, lucky for her at this same moment I found a peach packet that I let her suck down before bed. Yeah I was that tired. Yesterday she ate a rather large chunk of paper, didn’t gag or choke or anything. Was completely un phased by swallowing this piece of paper. While I’m sure bubble paper is a suffocation or choking hazard or some other death trap item I have let Ellery play with it everyday. Yes I’m in the room, yes I realize it still probably isn’t the best, but she loves it and it’s accessible. While unpacking my closet I let her chew on the tag of my straightener cord that was dangling down the vanity. At least I made sure it was unplugged and couldn’t fall on her. Somedays I feel like I’m failing and then I remember no ones perfect, and I cut myself some slack. So if today you feel like you’re failing remember the Johnson’s baby commercial last line “you’re doing ok mom.” Does anyone else cry every time they see this commercial?

Feeling Loved

If I didn’t know how to make someone feel loved I know how to now! This weekend we were showered with service and I could not have asked for better help. Thursday we got the keys to our new house. My mom came up to help us with our great paint extravaganza and watched Ellery during our closing. By the time we pulled into our house our neighbor from one street down (my dad’s best friend is our neighbor!) brought a basket of coffee, cups, milk, etc and had it sitting on our porch. That evening 3 friends came to help us paint, clean and move a couple non-essentials in. By the time we went to bed we had Ellery’s room, the living room, the family room, and our bedroom painted.

Friday we woke up feeling pretty rough after we all got about 3 hours of sleep. Not sure what was going on, but Ellery woke up no less than 15 times which was odd because she was sleeping in her crib. That mixed with Andrew and I sharing an air mattress and it was the perfect cocktail for no sleep, but we must press on, the move in was scheduled for 5:00. Stephanie arrived early afternoon and helped me purchase drinks, snacks, etc while others stayed at the house and painted. Our friend and her 3 girls watched Ellery at their house for a little over 3 hours which was way more helpful than I could have imagined. Our friends arrived a little after 5 and by 7 the entire truck was unloaded. We were so worried about a few pieces of our furniture, but it all was moved in and placed in 2 hours and our house was becoming our home. Friday night was a blur, but by the time we retired the laundry room was finished including our new appliances that were delivered in the afternoon, the dining room was first coated, our entry way was first coated, the carpets had been cleaned and the unpacking was well underway. The best part was we had beds!!! Thank you to whoever set our bed up for us!

Saturday we got a slow start, but eventually kicked it into gear and got a ton done. Stephanie and our friend Angie lined and unpacked our entire kitchen. At one point I heard a lawn mower, looked outside and our neighbor (dad’s friend) was mowing our lawn, so incredibly helpful and unexpected. Later that afternoon friends stopped by and dropped off delicious treats from great harvest and hung out for a bit. More painting happened, unpacking happened, friends came over and helped do all these things and my parents worked on painting and cleaning as well. By the time we hit the hay our kitchen was unpacked, our dining was painted, our bedroom was finished including our headboard being hung, our upstairs hall was first coated, we had things on our walls, all our furniture was moved in and our car even fit in the garage. All thanks to the help of friends and family. At dinner time our friend neighbors had us over for an amazing steak dinner and derby pie. It was the perfect break, we got showered, dressed in real non paint clothes and sat and enjoyed a meal that wasn’t in a box.

Ok I think you get the picture. We had so much help, we got so much done and we are so incredibly grateful. I keep saying to myself all day everyday that we are so undeserving, but so thankful. This move Illinois side could not have been easier, and surprisingly despite all the work it was a lot of fun as well. I’m giving myself until the end of this week to finish unpacking and then I will take pictures, I promise.