Wednesday, March 28, 2012

So much and so little

 Eight months ago today, Mary Elizabeth joined Will and I, truly making us a family.

She was so tiny. So small. So thin. So dependent on us. It was amazing and overwhelming and daunting. I remember waking in the middle of the night, thunder booming outside, and getting up just to look at her in the tupperware-like bassinet next to our bed. The feeling? Indescribable. And here we are, eight months later. I just left her bedroom. I got up only to look at her. So much has changed, yet at the same time, so little.

Monday, March 26, 2012

iPhone fun

Mom got an iPhone.
She's aspiring to be a professional mom blogger. Enlarging Paparazzi Marge.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Call me guest blogger

Good friend, children's book author and fellow blogger Maria Dismondy asked me to fill in while she jets around to school speaking engagements. Tasked with the cloth diaper topic, I pulled from this post and this post, added some new material, refreshed, enhanced and advised. It's been fun. Though I love that Enlarging Marge has turned into the Maizey photo journal, I miss blogging. Might be hearing more from me in the future... Topics? The part-time conundrum, onesie craft projects, baby-food making, adjusting to the mom wardrobe, life in Milford, joining a CSA... Watch out! Words to come.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

7 months and 77 degrees

Spring has sprung directly into summer, it seems. These shots were taken March 16, when I was 7 months+ 2 weeks+3 days old and it was an amazing 77 degrees. I didn't know quite what to make of the grass, but it was alright since Mom had a Grandma Betty blanket down for me (and Kip too). We brought the fun inside to try to get some standard monthly shots, but I just didn't want to cooperate. I wanted to laugh, grab my toes, roll onto my belly and M.O.V.E. (right off the bed), all while attempting to eat my 7-month sticker. So Mom got me naked and let me go.

Seven month highlights? I'm a big girl. Mom and Dad guess I'm about 20 pounds (an educated guess helped along by Uncle Pete's postal scale). My favorite food is yogurt. I especially like when it's mixed with pureed pears. I've just started feeding myself yogurt puffs. (Meaning? I mash my hand into my mouth until they dissolve.) I'm fascinated by fasteners. Zippers, clasps, clips, buckles and buttons keep me rapt. (Today I spent 8 minutes fiddling with the clasp on the car seat.) I am starting to wave when prompted with a "hi" or a "bye" and sometimes respond to "soooooo big." I don't crawl on all fours yet but army crawl to get whatever I want (I'm especially speedy when Kip's paw's in view). Sometimes I sit up on my own but I often fall over. Why? Because I always want something that's just out of reach. My belly and chin are ticklish and Dad loves to get me giggling. Bedtime was 7:15, but now that daylight savings time is here, it's more like 8. I love looking at other babies - in books or in person. And I still love my mom most of all.

(Seven month lowlight? I just got my first stomach bug - and on school picture day, no less.)

Monday, March 19, 2012

Bargain baby

Last weekend Will and Maizey accompanied me on my second-ever mom2mom sale excursion. Wild and wooley, these events are not for the faint of heart. But, there is no better place for bargains. Although only my second rodeo, I've developed a system. Walk the sale - the whole sale - be it 20 or 200 tables. First, look for sellers whose clothes you'd want to borrow. The clothes they are currently wearing. Find one? Now look at their table. Faded merchandise (most likely from 30 plus washes)? Move on. Vibrant hues? Make a mental note to return. Once you've scoped the whole sale, go back to your matches and shop, shop, shop. Here are our grabs (totaling $50) from last weekend...

Maizey helped with the shoot.

So these are from BuyBuyBaby...
Not the Mom2Mom.

But I got them last weekend too. My new online shopping obsession  is ittikid, a place that hawks Scandinavian-designed children's clothing.  I can't get enough of the bold, bright prints. But I only browse and drool. What I can't do (or haven't done yet) is actually purchase a $30 onesie. So, you can imagine my delight in finding these $8 knock-offs (they sorta have that Scandinavian-vibe, right?) at a big box. Yay for bargains!

(in an upcoming post I'll let you know my other fave kids clothing brands and online shops - so fun to browse)

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Irish enough

We were out the door by 9:30 a.m. Not quite as early as mom and dad used to rock out on St. Pat's but not half bad either. It was a beautiful morning...

Mom made Dad take a memory shot... 
 7 months and change old.

 5 days old.

Another memory shot, this time at The Bar...
7 months and change old.

2 weeks old.

Enough with the memory shots.
Time to eat.

And charm the table neighbors - "He's so cute." 

"This he's a she."

Home to play with Dad. 

And melt mom's heart. 

 It was quite the day.
 I was out like a leprechaun by 6:15 p.m.

(Mom's take? I was pleasantly surprised at the not-Marge-traditional-tipsy-fun I had with my family on St. Patrick's Day. I didn't stumble anywhere and tasted every bite of the soda bread Will made. The weather couldn't have been better. It made me happy to be alive. And a titch Irish. And a mom. One more time... Slainte!)

Friday, March 16, 2012

Go Green

Go White.

Tonight. 9:20 p.m.

(Thanks for the shirt, Maeve and Walter! Wish we could be together this weekend.)

Old dog. Old tricks.

Yesterday morning we received the Owen photos. Yesterday evening we received this email:

Hi, I forgot it was his birthday till our Vet sent him a card. This morning he barfed two socks up. One belonged to Donna and the other didn't look familiar. Might have been my sons. Will have to do a sock inventory. Hard to believe as he doesn't really mess with them much anymore. Too much temptation for him I guess. Hopefully we learned our lesson too.
Take care,
Steve & Donna and the children.

These people are my Oprah. Making lives better one devilish lab at a time...

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Happy Birthday, Owen

Owen turns four today. Though I doubt his new home is coo coo bananas enough to make him a meat cake, I don't doubt he's getting a lot of extra pats. They sent along these shots this morning...

Pedicure day...
(Of course Owen is all up in the biz...)
Lawn time.

And on guard.
Looks pretty happy, right? Hazaa!

A day with Dad

I love my dad.

 Especially when The Tournament is on.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Raise your glass

On Monday afternoon, the world lost a fine Irishman. At ninety, William O'Connell (Bill Sr. to me), decided he'd had enough of this world and left to join his three fine ladies in the sky. Here's to betting they had a snug reserved and a Bushmill's waiting.
May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and the road downhill all the way to your door.