Here's a recent invite I did for a special little cowboy arriving in July.
January 31, 2013
Little Man Mustache Baby Shower Invite
I've been busy planning more baby showers. Which means more designing invitations and fun embellishments!
Here's a recent invite I did for a special little cowboy arriving in July.
Here's a recent invite I did for a special little cowboy arriving in July.
Vacaciones Sin Mi Bebe
Are we really doing this?
This is too hard.
My heart aches.
I can't do it.
Oh no, here comes the tears.
That's what I was thinking the entire week before we left our baby.
And then it was the night before we left.
I had to tell my son goodnight, put him to bed.
And not see him for the next six days.
It wasn't fun.
It was hard.
Really hard.
But we survived.
We laughed.
And drank tequila.
We danced.
And relaxed in the sun.
We made memories.
And drank more tequila.
I had to pinch myself a couple times to realize we were kidless.
Six whole days in Mexico.
Just the two of us.
It was quiet.
There was time to relax.
We enjoyed being lazy.
It was so...weird.
Hey friends! How are you? If I didn't make it clear enough, we just returned from a kidless vacation in Mexico! Wha? I know, I can't believe I did it either.
I told you we had big plans for the week.
It's cold in Kansas City, and I'm missing the sunshine.
And the eight other people we had the pleasure of going with.
It was such a great trip. A much needed trip.
Especially for me and this guy.
We had quality time that we haven't had for...oh only 14 months.
I even got a pedicure. Just so I could take this picture.
There were relaxing moments by the pool and lots of fruity cocktails.
We threw down some competitive games of bocce ball and beach volleyball and the girls actually held their own.
We went sailing. It was a first for me.
We tried to go deep sea fishing, but our concierge double booked our trip with another group.
So we drank instead. The bartenders just loved making shots for a group of 10.
The boys were slightly upset about the fishing mistake so they negotiated massages for the ladies.
Such nice guys, right? And hot too.
Some Canadians from Saskatchewan said our husbands were hot. I'll let you decide.
One of the nights, we rocked it out at the resort discotheque, Jaguars. They had a fog machine. It was trashy. It was loud. It was sweaty. It was awesome.
Obviously, fist pumping was our signature move.
Oh Mexico. You were good to me.
Thank you for a wonderful kidless trip.
January 18, 2013
Making a Change
The blog has taken the backseat for a few weeks.
With good reason of course. You should know by now that I always have a good excuse.
In the midst of the usual happenings, you know, chasing a toddler, being busy at work, dealing with sickness, having no time to mop my floors, and making life changes, we've managed to teach our boy a few things.
He's just so darn cute these days. Brian likes to say, "He's a real person now." I'm not sure what my husband exactly means by that, but he is starting to act less like a baby.
His latest tricks (see, he's just like a dog) are quacking and showing us his belly.
We encourage him to do this, daily, giving it our best effort. He can also moo like a cow, but I don't have that one on video. You'd think it would get old, but nope, it doesn't.
See for yourself, it's just the cutest darn thing you ever did see.
In other news, Daddy got a new job and starts the 28th!
A new job where he has to wear suits. Every. Single. Day.
My construction man turned business man. Kidding, but kinda not. He's still serving as a construction professional, but will now be an owner's representative rather than a manager for the general contractor. We're both excited for this new chapter.
See, told you we were making big changes. We also have big plans for this next week, but you'll just have to check back later to see what it is.
Happy Friday!
With good reason of course. You should know by now that I always have a good excuse.
In the midst of the usual happenings, you know, chasing a toddler, being busy at work, dealing with sickness, having no time to mop my floors, and making life changes, we've managed to teach our boy a few things.
He's just so darn cute these days. Brian likes to say, "He's a real person now." I'm not sure what my husband exactly means by that, but he is starting to act less like a baby.
He likes to help you dress him by lifting his leg and foot to put his pants and shoes on.
And raises his arms for the shirt.
He is squealing a lot these days. Like a lot. Brian says he sounds like a girl.
(Don't listen to him buddy. Ever.)
He reads books. Finally! His Dad hates to read, so I was worried.
He now runs.
He stumbles of course, but it's fun to watch.
He has tantrums.
Because he knows what he wants. And gets really mad if you even think about interfering.
He responds to requests correctly and likes to do everything you do.
We encourage him to do this, daily, giving it our best effort. He can also moo like a cow, but I don't have that one on video. You'd think it would get old, but nope, it doesn't.
See for yourself, it's just the cutest darn thing you ever did see.
In other news, Daddy got a new job and starts the 28th!
A new job where he has to wear suits. Every. Single. Day.
My construction man turned business man. Kidding, but kinda not. He's still serving as a construction professional, but will now be an owner's representative rather than a manager for the general contractor. We're both excited for this new chapter.
See, told you we were making big changes. We also have big plans for this next week, but you'll just have to check back later to see what it is.
Happy Friday!
TOP | big boy's first snowfall | a new hobby | cheers to my bff finding her wedding dress
MIDDLE | basket rides | morning snuggles | show us your belly
BOTTOM | shopping in the frigidness | we love TJs | cabin fever = wagon rideJanuary 5, 2013
Watch Me Grow: 13 Months
I told myself I wasn't going to continue these updates every month after Carson turned one.
And here I am, writing about my 13-month old.
I just couldn't help it. He's changing and growing, and doing new things right before my eyes.
It's an every day kind of happening. Each and every moment, I'm grabbing my camera to capture these little moments.
These special moments I don't want to ever forget. So, I'll continue to write them here.
And one day, he'll read these and make fun of his mom for documenting every little detail of his life.
But what he won't realize just yet, is how these details aren't little. They're real. They're cherished. And they're ours.
Our memories. Memories, that create a scrapbook in our minds. The mind that gets lost in reverie thinking about these moments.
They're everything to me.
Carson, you're just over one and I can already see you as a teenager. When on earth did you get to be such a big boy?
With such a big pot belly!
You've taken a backseat with being a good eater, but man do you have a little pot belly. It's terribly cute. But I'm your mom and think everything about you is cute.
You are learning so much these days. You're watching us, and we are noticing. It seems like anything we do, you want to do too. Especially noises. We will make the most random noises with various connotations and rhythms and then you will try and mimic them. It's hilarious. You've even started taking our phones and putting them to your ear acting like you are talking on the phone. What are you, fifteen?
One of your newest things is dancing. You learned at school. Any time you hear one of your toys that has music or a kid-friendly tune, you start bouncing up and down and swaying back and forth. It's just the cutest.
You're still my tiny destructor. Our house if pretty much a disaster and you are constantly making messes. Your favorites are emptying all the bathroom drawers and cabinets, the Tupperware cabinet in the kitchen and anything you can destruct.
I'll find random things you carry all over the house, or drive myself crazy looking for things I know you took and misplaced. There have been several occasions where you have put your sippy cup somewhere it's not supposed to be (toy box, kitchen pantry), and then you'll find it days later and try to take a drink of old, spoiled milk. Oops.
You're just too dang active kid. You definitely keep me and your daddy on our toes.
The big kid room at school is going better than last month. You are doing well with the one nap and enjoying all the big-kid toys and outside play. I'm not sure you have enjoyed getting bit three times (yes, three!), but I'm sure you'll be the biter or troublemaker someday.
Speaking of a troublemaker, you have become a bit of a roughouser. I'm sure that comes with growing up and being a boy, but we visited a baby friend today and you gave him a not-so-nice slap on the face. I know you don't understand gentleness yet, but you will eventually.
Telling you no doesn't make you laugh anymore. In fact, you now cry. I think it's because we have gotten more stern and serious about getting you to truly understand when you are doing things you aren't supposed to.
Even though you can be rough (ahem, I blame it on the tiger), you can also be quite the lover. One of the most precious things you do these days is give hugs.
You love to hug babies, but you've also been giving me hugs when I get home from work. It just melts my heart. Yours too. You get the biggest smile on your face when when you give hugs, and it's the greatest sight in the world.
One of these days, you're not going to let me hug and kiss you like I do. And I don't want to think about that day. It's going to be a sad, sad day.
Just remember, I'm always here. With my arms wide open. If you need a hug son, I will gladly take one. So I can remember the days when you were thirteen months and gave me hugs all the time.
I love you sweet boy.
Love,
Your Totally Obsessed Mother
Diapers: Size 4 and 5. We found a box of 4s in the garage and they still fit ok.
Teeth: Still rocking out six teefers
Grub: Whole milk, and anything we can get you to eat. I think you might turn into a berry with as many blueberries and blackberries as you eat.
Sleep: I should really take this one off because it hasn't changed much since you were 6 weeks old. We are really in for it when we give you a sibling someday. You sleep 11-12 hours at night and take one nap during the day (2+ hours).
New Activity/Development: Using signs for milk, more and all done. We still consistently encourage you to wave, clap, blow kisses, give hugs, high fives, shake your head no, and nod yes. Working on going down the stairs on your rear (aren't you proud I didn't say butt!?).
Loves: Bath time, the life-size tiger, carrying shoes or bags around the house, your pottery barn chair, books, phones, remotes, anything heavy, shoulder rides, pushing cars around, pulling your train.
Hates: Being restrained. Going in the car seat if you don't want to. Getting things taken away when you're not supposed to have them. Getting your diaper changed if you don't want to. Being told no.
And here I am, writing about my 13-month old.
I just couldn't help it. He's changing and growing, and doing new things right before my eyes.
It's an every day kind of happening. Each and every moment, I'm grabbing my camera to capture these little moments.
These special moments I don't want to ever forget. So, I'll continue to write them here.
And one day, he'll read these and make fun of his mom for documenting every little detail of his life.
But what he won't realize just yet, is how these details aren't little. They're real. They're cherished. And they're ours.
Our memories. Memories, that create a scrapbook in our minds. The mind that gets lost in reverie thinking about these moments.
They're everything to me.
Carson, you're just over one and I can already see you as a teenager. When on earth did you get to be such a big boy?
With such a big pot belly!
You've taken a backseat with being a good eater, but man do you have a little pot belly. It's terribly cute. But I'm your mom and think everything about you is cute.
You are learning so much these days. You're watching us, and we are noticing. It seems like anything we do, you want to do too. Especially noises. We will make the most random noises with various connotations and rhythms and then you will try and mimic them. It's hilarious. You've even started taking our phones and putting them to your ear acting like you are talking on the phone. What are you, fifteen?
One of your newest things is dancing. You learned at school. Any time you hear one of your toys that has music or a kid-friendly tune, you start bouncing up and down and swaying back and forth. It's just the cutest.
You're still my tiny destructor. Our house if pretty much a disaster and you are constantly making messes. Your favorites are emptying all the bathroom drawers and cabinets, the Tupperware cabinet in the kitchen and anything you can destruct.
I'll find random things you carry all over the house, or drive myself crazy looking for things I know you took and misplaced. There have been several occasions where you have put your sippy cup somewhere it's not supposed to be (toy box, kitchen pantry), and then you'll find it days later and try to take a drink of old, spoiled milk. Oops.
You're just too dang active kid. You definitely keep me and your daddy on our toes.
The big kid room at school is going better than last month. You are doing well with the one nap and enjoying all the big-kid toys and outside play. I'm not sure you have enjoyed getting bit three times (yes, three!), but I'm sure you'll be the biter or troublemaker someday.
Speaking of a troublemaker, you have become a bit of a roughouser. I'm sure that comes with growing up and being a boy, but we visited a baby friend today and you gave him a not-so-nice slap on the face. I know you don't understand gentleness yet, but you will eventually.
Telling you no doesn't make you laugh anymore. In fact, you now cry. I think it's because we have gotten more stern and serious about getting you to truly understand when you are doing things you aren't supposed to.
Even though you can be rough (ahem, I blame it on the tiger), you can also be quite the lover. One of the most precious things you do these days is give hugs.
You love to hug babies, but you've also been giving me hugs when I get home from work. It just melts my heart. Yours too. You get the biggest smile on your face when when you give hugs, and it's the greatest sight in the world.
One of these days, you're not going to let me hug and kiss you like I do. And I don't want to think about that day. It's going to be a sad, sad day.
Just remember, I'm always here. With my arms wide open. If you need a hug son, I will gladly take one. So I can remember the days when you were thirteen months and gave me hugs all the time.
I love you sweet boy.
Love,
Your Totally Obsessed Mother
Carson at 13 months:
In the Closet: 12-18 months Diapers: Size 4 and 5. We found a box of 4s in the garage and they still fit ok.
Teeth: Still rocking out six teefers
Grub: Whole milk, and anything we can get you to eat. I think you might turn into a berry with as many blueberries and blackberries as you eat.
Sleep: I should really take this one off because it hasn't changed much since you were 6 weeks old. We are really in for it when we give you a sibling someday. You sleep 11-12 hours at night and take one nap during the day (2+ hours).
New Activity/Development: Using signs for milk, more and all done. We still consistently encourage you to wave, clap, blow kisses, give hugs, high fives, shake your head no, and nod yes. Working on going down the stairs on your rear (aren't you proud I didn't say butt!?).
Loves: Bath time, the life-size tiger, carrying shoes or bags around the house, your pottery barn chair, books, phones, remotes, anything heavy, shoulder rides, pushing cars around, pulling your train.
Hates: Being restrained. Going in the car seat if you don't want to. Getting things taken away when you're not supposed to have them. Getting your diaper changed if you don't want to. Being told no.
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