Monday, January 31, 2011

My Little January Girls

My eldest child is currently taking turns sucking on each of her big toes. It's cracking me up. And I forgive her for being so ridiculously silly, because just one minute ago Evelyn was tracing the beads on my tank top and whispering some indistinguishable gibberish that was oh-so-cute. I love this girl.


Evelyn's cuteness cup did runneth over today. Like when she called the news anchorman "Obama," or when she impressed everyone in the church nursery with her crazy-good baby doll mothering skills, or when she took an egg out of the carton while we were grocery shopping and tried to eat it. Pretty sure she was making even frazzled, winter storm's a comin', mad dashing shoppers laugh at that point.


And Grace, oh, let me tell you. She is so gorgeous and so good. I probably tell her so 6473 times a day. And the girl rocked her flower-head this morning. Yes, there were so many moments today when I just had to pinch myself and ask, "Did I really get so lucky to have kids like these?" My mothering cup...why, it runneth over, too. :)

I wish I could preserve every single precious memory and silly story like a jar of sweet jelly. And on my jar there would be a cute custom pink label with two adorable faces on either side of the words, "Memory Jam" in scrawling print. I'd open up my sacred jar on any day I needed a little pick-me-up and sample the sweetness from within. *Sigh* Something tells me I'd be swiping my finger in that jar a lot...a lot, a lot.

But since there is no such thing as memory jam, I've decided that I need to find much more conventional ways of making sure that our special memories and milestones are recorded. I'm a horrible journal keeper, and don't even get me started on filling out baby books. So from now on until forever and ever (or the sad day that this blog ends...which I don't even want to think about, so I wont) I'm going to take the last day of every month and jot down my baby girls' stats. While I often write these blog posts with all of you in mind, this one's going to be for me. :)

My Gracie Girl



Age: 3 months 
Favorite activities: Being held as often as possible - you can't get enough of it, girlfriend. And getting your diaper changed. I don't know what it is, but you just smile away every time I lay you down to change your bottom!

Oh, Gracie...your big, toothless grin is enough to turn your mama into a giant puddle. I could stare at your precious little face all day long. I love your lips and your long baby eyelashes. You truly are a beautiful baby girl.

I absolutely adore how you turn to look at me with your big, bright eyes and coo so purposefully - I swear you're trying to tell me something...and I like to think it's "I love you." :) You are definitely, without a doubt, a mama's girl. And don't tell anyone I said this, but I love that about you. 

Grace, you have slept through the night since nearly day one. Thanks for that, sista friend. See...we're totally on the same page, here. And there's something about your sweet spirit that tells your daddy and me that you will be a very feminine, dainty little girl. I have a feeling you'll love tea parties and dress up as much as I do. :) But for now, you're just busy growing. (Which you're doing much too quickly, young lady.) You are plumping up quite nicely, as your sister did before you, and I can't wait to get all of those chubby rolls into some proper sundresses.

If there is one thing I am so grateful for, it's that God's timing is not our timing. You came into our family at a perfect time. I can't even imagine "us" without you. 




My Evelyn Lily


Age:19 months
Favorite Activities: Making mischief...emptying cabinets, throwing toys, climbing on tables...you know, the usual toddler stuff. :) You also enjoy taking care of baby dolls and cuddling with your mommy and daddy whenever possible. We like that, too. 

Our little silly Evie Lily. You are definitely our spunky little girl with so much personality! Evelyn, you make everyone laugh. I love that about you. You are at the age where curiosity is at it's peak, which also makes you ripe for learning new things...and you are one smart cookie!

You never showed jealousy when your baby sister came onto the scene, but you definitely think some of her activities are super cool. You love getting into her swing, and sometimes you try when she's still in it! You love trying to mosey your way under her play gym, and just recently you've started wanting to wear slobber bibs again. Hehe. You're too cute.

Evelyn, you cannot get enough of PENS. I don't know what it is...but pencils and crayons are just not the same. You jabber constantly. You definitely know what you're saying, even if the rest of us haven't got a clue. One of these days that gobbledygook is going to turn into real words, and we're never going to hear the end of it!

And even though there is a lot of gibberish, you do know lots of words and are learning more every single day. I honestly don't know where you pick up on half of the things you say. Like when you said "Cheese!" this morning when I took your picture. I've never, ever told you to say that. Who did?? Haha.

You're also obsessed with putting on everybody's shoes and clomping around the house. I can even hear you when I'm the shower traipsing through the living room. I could go on and on and on...but I'll just leave it with one story of you that I never want to forget. 

Out of all of the dolls you own, your absolute favorite is the two-inch plastic baby doll that came with your dollhouse. You carry that thing around like it's a full sized baby, patting it on the back, and kissing it's face - even though your lips entirely consume the poor thing's head, haha. 

Just a couple of weeks ago our heat went out, and all of us girls were huddled on the couch to stay warm. I will never forget how you took your teeny tiny baby doll, laid her on the couch, and covered her up with the corner of our blanket. It was the CUTEST thing ever, and it was so YOU. I hope we never ever lose that darn baby doll, because I'll never be able to look at it and not think of you at 19 months old. :)



Yes, I'm full of sentimental mush at my core...it's true. But I don't want to forget these things. It's the little things, the tiniest details of life, which are so fleeting in our memories. One day I hope that just reading some of these words will send me straight back to this time. I love where we are right here, right now. Hey, future self, if you're reading this...life was good back then, wasn't it? It was really, really good.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Adventures in Marketing :)

So it's time to let you in on a little something Eric and I have been brewing up for bit over here... a little family business that's been taking shape over the past couple of months. Yes, that's right. We're married, and we're working together...a little scary, I will admit. :)

Teehee...kind of dreadful, right? Eric and I got pictures taken together a looong time ago (hey, five years is like a fifth of my life!) and most of the shots turned out looking more like we were business partners than a couple in lurve. Well...at least all these years later I can use them for this blog post. ;)

What do you get when you cross a Business major/economics nerd with an English major/creative writing geek? If you guessed the Roberts, you're absolutely correct, but other than that you get a match made in heaven to do some killer marketing. Or you at least get two people together with the potential to do some killer marketing, haha. 

Here's the gist: Eric and I sit down Mad Men style and basically map out an entire "campaign" for small businesses to draw in their desired customers. First, Eric handles the business side of things...sitting down with the client and figuring out just exactly what type of message they want to convey to their customers. Then Eric and I go out to dinner (this is a requirement every time, honey, remember that) and brainstorm fabulous ideas and get ourselves all worked up and excited over seemingly mundane topics. :)

My nerdy side gets to shine when I come home and begin feverishly typing away and weaving all sorts of fun ideas into the written word. I have to say, coming up with new verbage for a small business is surprisingly F-U-N. And guess what this makes me? A copywriter! Woot! I officially write copy that will officially be read by official people.  *Sigh* I knew that degree would come in handy some day. 

And the best part? It's totally legit. We're getting paid.

Oy. We've come a long way, people, a long way....

This is actually a really cool opportunity for our little family. If we consistently build websites at the rate that we would like to, we could possibly be out of debt by the end of this year. And if you have followed this blog for any length of time you know what a HUGE deal that is! We are "slaves" to our student loan debt in every way possible until it's gone for good. By our choice, it's keeping our family from buying a house, it's keeping our family from taking vacations or purchasing new vehicles, it's keeping our family from college funds and saving and investing as much as we'd like to. And most importantly, it's keeping us from giving as radically as we want to give. 

The day we pay our last debt bill you better believe this blog is going to be rocking and rolling! And I guarantee the things I blog about will be infinitely more interesting. :) But we're not "there" yet. We're just "getting there." <-- I love throwing that in whenever possible, haha. 

Hey, I wish I could find that necklace! I miss it. 

So I'm going to wrap this up by showing you a little example of what we've been working on. 

Here was the challenge: I was told that we needed to come up with some language to make shrubs exciting. Shrubs. Cool...like plants...I've got this. And not only that, but it needed to mostly appeal to women. I'm a woman. Check! Only, it needed to appeal to men, too. Hmm...okey dokey. And it also needed to include some previously stated important information about the services provided by our clients. Yes, yes, previously stated important information...gotcha. And do it all in just a few sentences. Go!

(Please read aloud in your best commercial voiceover voice. 
Thank you, and have a nice day.) :D
Ahem...

"At ***** **** we believe that the entrance to your home is not at the front door; It's at the end of your driveway. Welcome friends and family into your home with beautiful landscaping. Our professional, friendly staff will work with you to customize a breathtaking design, transforming a simple yard into an inviting foyer."

And that's it! Not so hard, right? I could do this stuff all day long, for realio. So if you know a small business looking for a little marketing help, feel free to send them our way! We have a couple of things in the queue at the moment, but we're really excited to stay busy. :)

And now, another awkward photo for your viewing pleasure:

Eeesh....

Friday, January 28, 2011

Confession Friday 1-28!

I confess that I'm happy to be flashing Eric's unders on the internet this time:

Evelyn is up to her old tricks, again. I have no clue why she thinks underwear is for dress up, but she can't get enough of it, and it cracks me up every time! (And yes, our paper paradise is still up on the wall. We're channeling spring, I tell you, channeling spring.)


I confess that all of the hormones flying around the blogosphere right now are cracking me up. (Sorry!) But your stories are so relatable, ladies. It reminds me of the time I was pregnant with Evelyn and I made a scene in Walmart. We had just eaten at Subway, and I could only stomach half of my sandwich, because I was so dang nauseous. So I put the other half in my purse and off to Walmart we went. I believe we were in the automotive aisle when an urge to eat and to cry came over me all at once. I dove for my sandwich, ripped it from my purse, took a huge bite, and screamed at Eric, "Look what you've done to me!" I sent a poor old man scurrying and Eric laughed in my face. So yes, I've been there, too.

I confess that I'm currently listening to an argument between Eric and Evelyn over the differences between mommies' and daddies' chests. Daddy says boys don't have boobs. Evie doesn't believe him.


I confess that I cannot escape the Backstreet Boys everywhere I go these days and it drives me batty. I am and will forever be an N'Sync girl!  :) I was supposed to marry you, Lance Bass. What went wrong, bro? 

I confess that I don't mind some mornings when Grace gets up a little earlier, because it gives me a good excuse to catch up on old episodes of Saved By the Bell. (Not the college years - blech. But I did like the beach resort thing they did...remember that? Haha.)

Speaking of Saved By the Bell beach resort episodes, I confess that I love watching Leah Remini everyday on "The Talk." She CRACKS me up, and she never agrees with anyone else on the show which is just fine, because I usually agree with her. :)

I confess that I'm really craving a donut right now. Okay, moving on....

I confess that Eric and I comment every.single.day on how the sun seems to be hanging around in the sky for like a minute longer. We are desperate, people, absolutely desperate to bust out of this house and take a dern walk!


I confess that Grace is a genuine thumb sucker and I think it's adorable! However, I'm not sure if I should encourage or discourage it...we can hide all the pacifiers some day, but thumbs...we kind of need those.

I confess that I keep getting up to go get a donut, but we don't have any in the house. Why am I torturing myself?? Think about raspberry yogurt, Adrien, we have some of that!

And, finally....

I confess that I'm a little girlishly giddy that Taylor Swift is coming to St. Louis, and I secretly hope Eric will SURPRISE me with CONCERT TICKETS because she's coming right before my BIRTHDAY. Wink, wink, hint, hint.

Teehehe.....

Check out these other confessions! (And many more in the comments!)
As always, holler at me if I've missed you! 



Thursday, January 27, 2011

Whoops! I did it again....

Oh my gosh. Seriously. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep last night without brushing my teeth OR taking my makeup off. I never ever do that! And prior to slipping off to slumber land I had a blog idea in mind, but of course now I cant remember just what that idea was.

I'm also typing this one-handed while I feed a baby, so bear with me. :)

So I've pointed you all in the direction of this blog several times before: Enjoying the Small Things. It probably remains my favorite blog of all time. Kelle is like my next door neighbor best girlfriend and she has no idea. I am inspired by her to do crazy, fun things with my girls. She really does make me want to just stop and enjoy the small things in life. (Glad you've been keeping up with her, too, Sarah! Isn't she FABULOUS??)

And while I wouldn't trade lives with Kelle for anything in the world, she does have one thing I am totally jealous of...her "net" of girlfriends. (That's what her blog just happened to be about this morning, and it reminded me of it once again.) I have had just a handful of close girlfriends over the course of my entire life. Many of them now live all over the country, and I can't just call them up one night and say, "Hey guys, come over for a night of candles and blankets and girl talk under the stars!"

I'm not gonna lie, it kind of stinks. And I have a couple of past girlfriends who DO live close and that I've tried to reconnect with over and over again, but they just don't seem interested anymore. That stinks even more. I've sometimes looked at Evelyn and told her, "You're the best girlfriend I've got, kid." Haha.

No, this is not a pity party for Adrien. Because life is good just the way it is, and I'm not just saying that. But there are days that I wish I could just get the "girls" together for a day of shopping or pampering...two things that Eric, my very best friend, just isn't interested in. :)

Okay, now here's a really real honest confession...sometimes I feel like I'm the "flavor of the week," an "expendable friend." Someone who is fun to be with once in a while, but not worthy of a real, true friendship. I SWEAR, this is not a pity party! It's just a thought that I've had many times before, and I don't talk about it much. Because the truth is, I don't know that at this point in my life I could give as much to a friendship as I would like. My time is consumed with babies and housework and wife stuff.

But there will come a day when things slow down, and I'm afraid that I'll look around and think, "Hey...where did all of my friends go?" I'm sure I'm not the only stay at home mom that has had these feelings. So I think I'm going to start making a more concerted effort to be the friend that I wish I had. Because I know that I've let people down, too. And I think there are some girls-only festivities that need to happen sometime in the future.

I have some ideas up my sleeve. And yes, they do include candles and blankets and girl talk. :) Because I do NOT want to wake up one day and find myself totally friendless. That's just not cool. I want my own "net" of girlfriends. And I'd like them to be over two feet tall. :)

Can you believe I wrote an entire blog post with no pictures? Me neither! Erm...girl power. :D

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

It's January 26th!!

Woohoo! What is the significance of this day? Well, I don't really know. I don't think there is a significance to this day (unless it just happens to be your birthday, in which case, Happy Birthday!)

No, the truth is I chose sleep over blogging last night, because it was absolutely necessary. I am totally beyond exhausted. Oddly, it doesn't seem to matter how much sleep I get anymore, I still wake up feeling like I need just a couple more hours of shut-eye. I really need to start taking better care of myself, though, that's for sure. A person can only run on about five hours of sleep per night for so long before they crash and burn.

But since I'm addicted to blogging like a kid loves candy, I'll give you a few bullet point factoids of things going on in the Robert house this January 26th - this unespecially special day.

A picture from this time last year. Boy am I glad that iphoto keeps dates on everything! Evelyn has grown A LOT since then. :)

*Despite trying to keep more money in our pockets throughout the year instead of loaning the government interest-free money, we're still managing to get money back on our tax return this year. Not quite sure how that happened, but okay, we'll take more of OUR money back, thank you.

*I was able to get away for almost three whole hours yesterday to get my hair cut and colored and my eyebrows done. Getting my hair professionally colored instead of coming out of a box in my bathroom is a rarity these days since we're extra budget conscience. It was a nice treat, and Eric only complained a little bit about my being gone so long, haha.

*I've discovered that I cannot stomach the juice that I give my daughter every morning. It seriously made me feel ill when I drank a glass yesterday. It's making me question whether we're going to continue to be morning juice people or not. : \ Though, Evie seems to love it, and she can't get enough of that junk. I have to cut her off at two cups, haha.

*We've been trying to work on earlier bedtimes for the girls around here. It's working. Of course, earlier going to bed means earlier rising for us. I'm a night person ordinarily, so we'll see how this goes. :)

*My "three month blues" attitude is already on the rise. I'm loving it! I have great kids and a wonderful husband, and this more sleep thing is helping my stress levels tremendously. It is NO FUN feeling like I'm trapped in a foreign body.

*And finally, the Robert family is planning on big fun for Valentine's Day weekend this year...including banquets and daddy/daughter dances. You'll be hearing a little later on why this is a big deal to me, but I'm really excited about it all!

So that's what I have for you today. :) Not your ordinary blog post, but I couldn't leave you hanging. And now, I'm going to get back to watching the Disney Channel and snuggling with my girls on the couch. Have a happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

~Parasols, Pixies, and Princesses~

There is a beautiful blog that I follow written by a woman named Kelle whom I don't know and who lives in a place that I've never been. She is a northern transplant to Naples, FL - a place that is almost always sunny and warm. Every year when the calendar months begin to change to Fall, Kelle starts to miss the cooler weather and the transformation of the trees and all of the wonderful things that make Fall, Fall. And so, her mom sends her a box full of crisp leaves picked up straight from the yard every autumn season. Kelle spreads out this special delivery and lets her daughters play in the colorful leaves amongst the green grass and palm trees. To her, this is Fall-in-a-box.

Well today, Spring-in-a-box was delivered to the Robert household. (And I'm trying really hard to contain myself.)

Inside of this box is the promise of warmer days ahead. It represents running around barefoot in the yard. It's a countdown to dates in our driveway with popsicles and sidewalk chalk. It means days of frolicking in the park and having afternoons full of imagination and pure JOY. It means busting out our magic carpet a lot and cruising through magic kingdoms and enchanted fairy forests. Mama did good. Mama did real good.

 

Oh, I'm sorry...you can't really tell what it is? Well, please, let me show you what's inside....

It's afternoon tea parties on the back porch....


....would you like a spot of tea?


One lump or two?

It's running from evil stepmothers (not the good ones) and finding prince charming...


...complete with princess capes...


...I can hear the birds singing sweetly already. Perhaps they'll land on our fingers...sew us a dress or two.

And my personal favorite - it's butterfly fairies. 


Tutus and halos and wands and wings....


We'll weave a tale of our own as we fly around in the sunshine. Are we butterflies today? Or Pixies? Are we running from scary pollution monsters set out to destroy our pixie hollow or flying off to Never Never land? I can't wait to find out. :)


Is it against the rules to wear a tutu all day?

I big-time love this stuff.

(That wand is about a bazillion times bigger than I expected!)

And I couldn't help but pick out a few extras to round out our dress-up collection. Head bands and beanies are too much fun.


I was so excited that I couldn't even wait to take off the wrappers before I shot a few photos!

Yes, it's looking like it will be one fun Spring around here. Now if we could politely ask for it to stop snowing....

Evelyn has no clue that this stuff exists. I quietly opened up these treasures and tucked them away for another day. And when the first warm days of the year start creeping around the corner, we'll discover these outfits one by one. On those special days when it feels just right, Evelyn and Grace will wake up from their naps and find our magic carpet hovering and ready to go. 

Sometimes...it's really fun to be a mom. 

Okay, so I did let Evelyn try out ONE of our new items. Only because we now own half a dozen of them. :)


If the tiara fits...haha. Evie rediscovered her 1st birthday tutu this week, and she's been wearing it non-stop, further fueling my excitement for days to come.

So now I'm praying for those warm, sunny afternoons. Oh please Lord, can Spring come in February this year? Well...it doesn't hurt to ask, right? 


Monday, January 24, 2011

Conquering the Three Month Blues


I am not exaggerating in the least when I say that I prayed that God would send to me a perfectly matched spouse since I was 12 years old. I'm pretty sure I even spoke these words at least once: "Lord, I don't even care if he's ugly, just make me the happiest happy I can possibly be." :) And before I took my vows to marry Eric I was convinced, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he and I were definitely meant to be together. It was a wonderful feeling, to be so sure. (And I'm still sure, in case you were wondering, haha.)

Eric and I dated for six-and-a-half years before we became husband and wife. And in that time there was definitely some drama and definitely some growing up that needed to be done before we could stand before our friends and family and our God and make such a HUGE commitment. And I can honestly say that our six-and-a-half year journey was the perfect amount of time for us. We grew up and moved on past the normal stages of a new relationship to a place that left us primed and ready to begin our life together. We were so "there" and on the same page that we probably hadn't had so much as a little tiff for about a year before, and then a year after, we were married. (It was pure joy, I tell you.)

Our 3 month old Evie!

But when our first-born turned about three months old things began to..er...evolve. Eric was working hard, doing his normal thing. But I was changing. I was tired; I was strung out; I was suddenly feeling resentful that I was doing 95% of the housework (even though I stayed home all day.) I was stewing over the fact that I was nursing an infant whose survival depended on me and me alone. When Evie cried, I was the only one who had the magic juice to turn her off. It was a humongous load to carry.

And I got crabby and snippy, and I probably wasn't a very fun person to be around. And poor Eric, who was just being Eric, couldn't understand why his leaving clothes on the floor and making messes on the counters were suddenly no longer acceptable behaviors. I was pushed to-the-limit.

But then, gradually, things began to get better. Evelyn was chilling out...she began to depend on me less. She was growing up. And my demands as a mother began to get slightly easier. Life was back to normal. Sunshine and daisies and all that junk. You know, when it's good, it's really good.

Our 3 month old Gracie!

Fast-forward to today. Guess how old my second born is? You betcha - three months old. And over the past couple of weeks my attitude has whistled down like the ominous sound of an impending grenade explosion. I am tired; I am strung out; I am suddenly feeling resentful that I am doing 95% of the housework (even though I stay home all day.) I am stewing over the fact that I am nursing an infant whose survival depends on me and me alone. When Gracie cries, I am the only one who has the magic juice to turn her off. I am carrying a humongous load. Deja vu, anyone?

But this time things are different, because we have been here before. And Eric, while being completely blindsided once again, reminded me that these feelings that I'm having aren't new, and we've trudged through this muck already. And we're going to trudge through it again...hand in hand.

And he did what every good husband should do in situations such as these: He took me away from the babies for a night, filled my belly with food I didn't cook on dishes I wouldn't have to clean, and got me to think about other things for a little while. We make a fabulous team. Prayers answered, I say!

But that wasn't all. Yesterday, while I was at a baby shower with Grace, Eric watched Evie AND cleaned the house for me. It was swell coming home to a clean house for once and knowing that I didn't clean it. :) We're trudging, baby. But we're trudging together. 

So while Grace has quite a while before she is out of the ultra-needy phase, I can already see the light at the end of the tunnel. Things will be normal again. Life will get a little easier again. And I will choose to have a good attitude.


Marriage is infinitely better when I'm able to realize that it's probably not actually my spouse that's driving me nuts, but the stress in my life that's pushing me to the edge. Yes, he may do things that leave me scratching my head, but when I'm totally honest with myself, it's usually my own attitude that determines the outcome of every situation, every conversation, every confrontation.

And for my single sisters (and brothers) out there...it's never ever too early or too late to start praying for your future spouse. My prayers were totally answered...and he didn't even have to be ugly! ;)

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Paper Paradise

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
And we're feeling rather spiteful.
So off to the beach we will go;
We refuse to give in to the snow!


*Queue tropical music and salty sea breezes*

Ah, welcome friends, to the Isle of the Paper Palms, where the sun is always shining, the waves are always...waving...and the weather is conveniently controlled by a little box on the wall. If you're currently living in an icy tundra, the Isle of the Paper Palms is only a few snips away. Just close your eyes, make a wish, and go from this:


To this:


When we woke up on Thursday morning, our world was covered in ice crystals as far as the eye could see. Great for kids holding their breath for a snow day, not so great for the entire rest of the world. One day when our littles are big enough to enjoy the benefits of a winter wonderland...sledding, snow angels, building hazardous forts that make mom's hair turn gray...we will truly embrace the snow. We will bundle up and play outside until we're stiff with cold, and then we'll come inside to defrost with steamy mugs of hot chocolate and a pile of warm fuzzy blankets. It will be nice...someday. But that day is not today.

And while I know that I sound like a Scrooge, I must admit that the scene of white outside of our front window made my heart drop right into my guts. Babies and snow are a pain in the rear. I knew that there wasn't a snowball's chance in...Bermuda...that we were heading out in this junk, so I thought to myself, "Hmm...what can we do to have fun while the winter storm rages on?"

Why, we can hop our magic carpet once again and dream of warm, sunny places.



We traded long sleeves and pants for swimsuits and sundresses; we put away the coats and gloves and busted out our sunglasses and bonnets. We basked beneath the rays of a construction paper sun on taffy colored beach towels, and we thumbed our noses at the freezing cold temperatures we left back home.

Ah...this is the life....


Do you have any idea how much fun you can create by simply throwing a couple of towels on the floor? :) Kids eat this stuff up, I'm telling you....

And here is the lovely Gracie, perfecting her calendar-worthy tan. Work it, girl. You don't even need sunscreen at the Isle of the Paper Palms...and our sun is recyclable. Can't beat that.


Oh my, look at these sisters. *Sigh* Someday, girls, mom and dad will get you to the real ocean when it's snowing outside. For now, pass me a purple paper coconut.


I learned two things about some of our summer wardrobe items that day...first, it's a good thing that we took our vacation when we did, because that sun hat already barely fit Grace's head, and second - Evelyn is going to love wearing dresses this year. Score one for mama! She twirled all afternoon in her perfectly pink getup. I would definitely like to snag a few extra sundresses for our warm weather stash. Oh, daaaaddy, we need more mooooney....

Haha.


We rolled around and played in our paper paradise until lunch time, when we were called over by some locals for a good old fashioned hog roast over an open fire. Okay, so it was leftover ham heated up in the microwave...and the locals existed only in our imaginations...but it was still tasty. 

Yes, I would say that we successfully beat the snowy day blues and had ourselves one heckuva morning. There was only one thing that was missing....



Friday, January 21, 2011

Confession Friday 1-21!

In honor of Grace's momentous occasion yesterday, here's Ev in one of her first Bumbo sittings. This picture has always cracked me up!

I confess that Eric and I shared one loofah for a looong time, but I drew the line this week. His Old Spice body wash and my cocoa butter were NOT jiving well. Blech. I was sick of smelling like an old man on a beach.

Haha. Old man on a beach. I crack myself up.

I confess that everyone's baby news around here is NOT helping my baby fever. :) I will not get pregnant until next fall, I will not get pregnant until next fall....

I confess that I'm a big believer in "spiritual warfare" and I have a message to Satan: Back off. Seriously, you're making me crabby, dude, so you've got.to.go. And take your stress, snide comments, and constant nagging with you. Thanks, and please, do not have a nice day.


I confess that, according to an online profiler thingy, my celebrity look alike is Paula Deen. Really? Well, I do like to eat!

I confess that it has been over two years since I have been able to go on a bike ride (since fall of '08!) and I cannot WAIT to bust out the ten speed this spring. No pregnancies, no healing from pregnancies, and no newborns this summer!

I confess that my house has not been in tip-top order since I neglected it for the girls' room redo. It's driving me nuts. Here's a little advice: when you have two babies at home, do not let yourself get behind for more than a day, because it will somehow take weeks to catch back up!

I confess that I'm a people pleaser and it's starting to catch up with me. It's true that if you don't take some time for yourself you'll go insane. I'm about to fly over the cuckoo's nest, if you know what I mean.

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(Creepy dude not included.)

I confess that the older I get, the more compulsions I have to constantly have a project to work on. Somewhere along the line my lazy genes got left in the dust. (Even I don't know where they went. And some days I wish they would come back!) So now I have a very difficult decision on my hands. Should I host an ice cream social or a mexican fiesta next month? :) Hmm...to cook or not to cook. That is the question.

I confess that one of my favorite things about having company over is the excuse to give my house a good cleaning. Perhaps that is the reason why I'm wanting to throw a shindig. (Not really, but let's go with it.)


I confess that while I love all things girly, I am DYING to plan something, shop for, or decorate for a BOY. I am seriously considering doing a mermaid/under the sea theme for Ev's birthday just so I can interject some blue around here!

I confess that I look forward to my 15 minute shower every day just for some peace and quiet. And I'm sure I could get more alone time except that I can't resist the *knock knock* on the bathroom door, followed by the "Mama! Mama!" That little voice. Gets me every time.

I confess that I'm beginning to wonder if anyone reads these darn things anymore and if it's worth continuing Confession Fridays. Cassie and Meagan - you keep me going on Fridays, sista friends.

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Thursday, January 20, 2011

Bring on the Bumbo!


My baby is growing up. *Sniff sniff.* Grace is an official bonafide Bumbo sitter, and I simply cannot believe it. If it weren't for the pictures, I'd probably be denying it. But it's true.

I was planning to wait just a little longer for this momentous occasion, but the eve of her third month proved to be a great day to start. Gracie is my little Mighty Mouse. She has been pushing herself up completely and looking around the room since she was just one month old. I'm not joking. It FREAKED me out the first time I saw it. It was the most unnatural thing I've ever seen, to watch such a tiny baby do push ups! It still looks strange to me when she pushes up, stretches out her little neck, and looks around with those big birdie eyes.


And lately she's been getting very bored and restless just sitting in her bouncy seat or lying beneath the swinging trinkets of her play gym. So I shrugged my shoulders, turned to Eric, and asked, "Do you want to try the Bumbo tonight?" The rest is now history.

Of course, any time we get out a new piece of baby gear, big sister has to try it out first. She only got stuck, oh, about a half-dozen times. :)


But would you believe Evelyn actually fits better in the Bumbo seat now than she did when she was six months old? Her legs were so chunky then that we literally had to pry her out of the darn thing. Now that she's thinned out a bit her legs slide in and out with ease...it's her bottom that gets stuck, haha.


Gracie sat up like a champ, just like I knew she would. She didn't even cry! (At first.) We like to call Grace our tender-heart because she's such a sensitive little thing. If you don't use just the right hold, tone of voice, or expressions around her it's all waterworks. She really is a great baby; she's just...emotional. :) Yes, I realize what this could mean down the road, and no, I don't want to think about it.

Once we had her in our bodacious blue Bumbo, I realized that baby life with Grace as we have known it is now going to change. If you look at Evelyn's progression of pictures through her first months you see all of her poses go from the bouncy seat and lying on the floor to sitting up like a big girl. *Boo-hoo...* So now it looks like we're already going to be retiring a piece of baby equipment to the basement. So long, bouncy, our dear friend (and lifesaver). We'll see you the next go-around!

And now it's time for a behind the scenes look at what happens any time you get down on the floor at our house.


Oh, Evelyn. And she accompanies each of her fun rides with a hearty, "Yee-haw!" I have found myself stuck in many odd predicaments as a result of her cowgirl imitations. :D She keeps us on our toes, that's for sure.

So now you have been a part of yet another Robert family memory. I think if you follow this blog you should just be considered an honorary member of the family, haha. I only wish that our little corner of cyber-space had existed when Ev was an infant, too. (Yes, Eric, I realize that if I had listened to you this blog would have existed way back when. You were right. I was wrong.)

Thank you for sharing this tiny milestone with us. I'm sure as the months pass there will be many more to celebrate. :) I hope you'll keep "getting there" with us!

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