Being in the “real” world is challenging. When I first graduated from college and moved to DC I was so excited to be on my own. I was looking forward to getting bills, fixing a broken sink, and being on my own. And on my own I was – I moved 4+ hours away from my family to a town where I didn’t know a whole lot of people. I also worked for a company where the median age was at least 45. No offense to those in their 40s, but it was a bit of a let down for a 22 year old.
While I was super poor, and very lost, I was also incredibly focused on the future. I can remember going for runs around my neighborhood, and admiring these big beautiful brick townhouses, and wondering if I would ever make it into one of those. Meaning, would I ever have a husband, a house, and a family to fill one of them? How about the money to afford one? At half a million dollars, those homes were a pipedream on my measly salary.
Fast forward ten years and my dreams have come true, and I am still focused on the future. I have the husband, the family, and the brick townhouse. Not the ones I used to run by, but you get the idea. Everything I dreamed about when I first got here has happened. It took a boatload of hard work, perseverance and support, but here I am 10 years on, and needing some new goals. My current job is ending this week and I’m super excited to see what’s around the corner. I know what I want to see in the future, and now I have to make that happen. Just as with my dreams years ago, I have no idea how or when I will meet my goals, I just know I’ll do it.
After having 12+ people stuffed into my tiny house yesterday, I am happy to say that Easter dinner was a great success. The ham with pecan praline glaze was delish, conversation flowed, and my centerpiece was a hit. All in all – a very nice and memorable weekend. Oh – and my sister told me she loved me and wasn’t even drunk. Super success.
As promised – my version of Easter peeps and flowers. Not bad if I do say so myself.
With two kids under 4 its hard to decorate the way I’d like to decorate. All of the nice things have to be up high or out of sight. With Spring here (or at least supposed to be here) its a little easier to make the house fresh…Flowers!! I used to have fresh flowers in the house all the time, but life gets in the way, and now its only on a occasion. Since Easter is this weekend, and we have about a dozen people coming I’m siked to whip out my spring things.
For one, I’ll flip my throw pillows over to the pink side (big deal, I know), two, I’ll swap out my winter wreath for my spring one; and, third – lots of fresh flowers. I found a few great gems on Pinterest that I think are adorable. But my favorite is this one.
I’ll have to see how my version compares when I do my arranging this weekend. My other favorite is this one.
The supermarket better have tulips and daffodils when I go on Saturday….
Like so many other fallen away bloggers, I’ve been thinking of stepping up my blogging game. Which, considering I have no game, should be fairly easy – just start writing again. So this is my attempt to hold myself to my newly found (again) blog and test out a resolution of keeping up with myself online.
Most blogs have a lifespan – and probably attention span – of a fruitfly, so no surprise that I’ve come and gone a few times. We’ll see how this time goes…
I read an article a while back, and I wish I could find it because it raised some really good points, mainly how/why advertisements for formula are handicapping new mothers. As a new mom, and really as a woman, I read magazines/websites/books/newspapers that are geared toward women (duh!) and I have seen ads for formula everywhere. Some are cute, some are serious, some are glossy and sexy and very appealing. However, I have never once seen an ad that promotes breastfeeding. The formula ads may say something along the lines of “breastmilk is best, but…” I find that grossly misleading and such a cop out.
Anyone that knows me or reads this blog knows that I am seriously pro-breastfeeding. Not the nursing nazi “you must breastfeed or your child will suffer serious consequences” kind but one who advocates heavily for openness, education and to at least give it the old “college try”. I mean – you stretch yourself to oblivion to have the baby, and your milk is going to come in regardless, so you might as well stick it out for a month or two. Any breastfeeding is better than none. (Please note, that is you are physically unable to breastfeed because of adoption, cancer, or any other reason that is completely different and this doesn’t apply [nor should it]).
So how is it that something that is is free, natural and “the best” for your baby something that comes under fire all time? The ads that I see make it so easy to just say, oh forget about breastfeeding, I can just buy formula and it does the same thing. No it doesn’t, and its so disheartening to see so many ads for formula and none for breastfeeding. I realize that marketing and advertising (the same industry that butters my bread I know) is paid by companies who produce formula, and its not like myself and a bunch of other breastfeeding mothers have the capital to advertise like formula companies do, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating. Breastfeeding should be promoted just as much, if not more (personally I vote for more) than formula.
The first signs of spring have appeared – not only have the crocuses appeared in my neighborhood – and I almost crashed my car staring at them on my drive to work – but its warming up! Wahoo! It was a balmy 55 degrees the other day and it was wonderful. I’ve ditched the wool coat for my jean jacket and I can’t wait to ditch the jacket all together. Something else that’s changing around here is my job – I’ve taken another position with my company and I am so excited. It’s a higher level, different scope of work and I am leaving policy work behind. I loved my work with issue advocacy, but after 5+ years it was time for a change. I’m headed to the corporate side of things now and will run digital pr for my firm and I must say I was actually giddy about it when discussing plans with a colleague. That hasn’t happened in a long time, and I’m super excited to get started. It will be a transition for sure – as I don’t necessarily believe the grass is greener phrase, but just a different shade. I worked with a great team and I’m looking forward to starting with and creating a great team.
It’s old, cliche and true – what a difference a year makes. This time last year I was a sleep-deprived new mother wondering just how many outfits a newborn could go through in 1 day. I mean, seriously, have you seen how often an infant blows out a diaper – it’s beyond ridiculous. I was really wondering if I was ever going to get the hang of being a Mom. Changing a diaper is easy – its everything else that’s a problem.
Well, I’m happy to say that those long sleepless nights and wide eyed, deer-in-the-headlights look are gone. At least for the moment. This year has been a whirlwind of baby, baby and more baby. The milestones my little family has marked every month astonish me, and I couldn’t be happier to call the hubby and Baby R my own. Not everday is a fun day, but even the worst of days leave us smiling. There’s usually nothing a smile from Baby R or a squeeze from the hubby won’t fix.
My little girl is a toddler now – hard to imagine that just 13 months ago she was a little lump who cried, pooped and nursed a million times a day. Now she is a stubborn, independent, smiling little blondie with a knack for wrapping Daddy her around her finger and saying uh oh whenever she drops something over her highchair – on purpose.
Like most parents out there, hubby and I have struggled with when and how to wean Baby R to a cup. Not necessarily the time period, but rather what cup to use. While that sounds weird, its true! I knew I’d breastfeed until she was a year old, but at about 7 months I started giving her a cup so she would drop the bottle at a year old. Genius right? The literature/doctors tell me it will take some time to get her to a cup, and that she should not have a bottle once she hits a year old. So here I am thinking “what a good, ahead of the curve Mom I am, she’s a pro at drinking from a sippy cup” Not exactly.
My darling little daughter wants absolutely nothing to do with drinking milk out of a sippy cup. She’s a pro at the actual physical ability, but when she finds out its milk and not water or juice coming out she opens her mouth and lets it run all over. Awesome.
Now, in fairness, we did try on multiple occasions before the last few weeks to give her milk out of a sippy cup, but she refused so I though she just needed time. Cue “bonehead” sign above my head.
A friend of mine told me it was hell on earth getting her son from the bottle to the cup, so I’m cringing thinking about Baby R still being bottle obsessed in six months. Weaning her from nursing hasn’t been a problem, in fact, just yesterday she finally took a bottle from me. The first time ever. If I was around she wanted the boob, not the bottle. So it seems my stubborn little babe is very particular.
I’m on the 4th type of sippy cup this week, and my nanny wants me to get the kind of cup the other little girl has because sometimes Baby R will drink from that one. Great. Another $5 bucks to shell out for a STUPID CUP.
I’m sure there will be lots of tears (on my part?!) in this process, and so much for my “smart” thinking on getting this process started early.
Ok, so I need a little help with this because, well, I don’t get it. I have a friend who is so modest she wears a tank top over her bra and under her shirts so her boobs won’t be exposed. Now, let me preface this by saying she does not have big boobs – at all. So there is no trying to hide a copious amount of cleavage under all that fabric. She’s just modest. Like the most modest person I have ever known. Grant it, I can be a bit of an exhibitionist, I really don’t care what other people think of me, so I have no problem strutting around naked in my own home, or seeing other people naked. I am not, however, fond of inappropriate nakedness or weird behavior just so you know.
But, getting back to my original thoughts. This modest girl, this beautiful, smart fabulous chick who won’t let anyone see her naked – WANTS A BOOB JOB! Yes, a boob job. I don’t get it, why does someone who covers up all the time, want a boob job? Isn’t a breast enhancement going to draw attention to her chest? I’m flat as a pancake, and if I was suddenly carrying around some C sized melons, people would definitely notice. So I’m a little curious as to why she so desperately wants bigger boobs. And, I’m not lying or being nice by saying she’s beautiful, smart and fabulous – she really is – and very accomplished. So, forgive me saying it but WTF?
If someone is extremely modest – to the point where I think she’s actually uncomfortable in her own skin – why would she draw attention to herself with new knockers? Please explain. And, for the record, seeing my boobs after nursing, I might just sign up to get a new pair too.