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Rocking Myself to Sleep

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This is Avery (~2.5 months) on the changing table, looking cheerful and rested this morning, as if he has no idea of the occurrences that happened just hours ago. Those blue eyes and lovable smirk make it easy to forget any frustration I once had, but as I rocked …and rocked …and rocked him last night trying ever so carefully to get him to sleep, I thought, am I really just rocking myself to sleep here?

Avery in Precious Onesie

I mean, the sounds of the ocean are playing on his sound machine, the lights are dimmed and I’m rocking him back and forth in the glider, but he’s looking wide-eyed and giggly and I’m about to fall off the chair and start dreaming about the beaches of Tahiti and what a Rum Runner tasted like again. I wondered how this could all be so exciting to him. So I asked Avery, “You want a midnight dance party eh? Okay, let’s do it.” I got up off the chair and started dancing around the room, bouncing him to the sounds of me singing Technotronic’s “Move This” lyrics. Sure I was a little delirious, but what do you expect at 3:00 a.m.?

I looked down after no more than a minute and behold, a sleeping baby. Go figure. As I left the room and closed the door slowly while the sounds of waves still swooshed, I wondered what he could be dreaming of. But just as I lay my head on my pillow, that thought entered and left my mind, the baby monitor began to scream. It was 3 hours later. Time for the next feeding.

 

Growing

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Lately, it seems like everything has been growing, or getting busier for that matter. From my schedule, to my stomach, to the weeds in the yard. As expected, my waistline has been growing, and a bit more rapidly as I cruise through 21 weeks. I have adopted the maxi dress look for the summer, which seems to be on the more flattering side and less on the “wide load” side of the clothing spectrum. As for the baby, he or she (which we’re keeping a surprise) must be taking a self-taught karate class because there’s movement non-stop in there. I didn’t think I’d be able to see my stomach actually move at this point, but it’s pretty incredible to actually see the tossing and turning going on. Come to think of it, maybe it’s gonna be a girl and she’s rearranging her room in there every day, kinda like me when I was 12.

My photography business, work schedule and summer party agenda have also been getting busier, which is not a bad thing, but keeping it all straight is the tricky part. Instead of being a professional photographer, I should think about becoming a professional bridal/baby shower shopper. In terms of our house, I have to say the weeds have really been impressing me lately. We’ve gone without rain for a month, the lawn has gone dormant, but the weeds persevere and I can’t even bring myself to pull them (mainly because the ground is too hard) but because some are standing at a foot tall, all prickly and mean looking.

But what’s more impressive is my tiny, potted garden. When I received it as a housewarming gift, I thought about how I love getting new plants, and remembered how I love to kill them. There’s something about me that makes a plant want to move on to the after life. Could be under-nurturing or over-nurturing, who knows. But this little guy has flourished. Well, enough to give me a fair size salad each week or so, and what was once two small tomatoes has turned into seven and one has just finally turned red two days ago. This is probably the most anticipated tomato I’ve ever eaten, so it better be good. I look at this thing more than my growing derriere, and that’s saying something lately.

Ripe tomato

Update: My first tomato tasted great! I plucked my second tomato already and immediately after I noticed five new tomatoes have sprouted from the top. I didn’t realize these things multiply like gremlins.

Well, that’s my growth report.

A Confession: Good Little Piggies

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While my life has taken a few new twists and turns, I’ve done my best to post when I could and keep you updated on my latest photo sessions, but I’ve had little time to post the fun and quirky antics I’m accustomed to sharing. I could compare the last several months to trying to pull a t-shirt with a small neck hole over my head and while I couldn’t really see and my arms have been flailing over my head, I’ve yanked the t-shirt off and I can see (breathe) again. So I thought, what kind of a post shall I start off with now that I’ve regained some of my time and energy back? I know…a confession.

pigs in a blanket uncooked

This morning I searched for something to eat in the cupboards and the fridge, and low and behold, nothing could be found. Amidst the ketchup, relish, brats, pickles, and frozen deserts still left over from the housewarming party, I could find nada to satisfy my hunger at 8:00 a.m. But then it appeared out of nowhere, which happens a lot when I look in the fridge: one package of cocktail wieners and one container of crescent rolls (reduced fat mind you). Pigs in a blanket! But for breakfast? Doesn’t seem practical I thought and would only be acceptable should we have guests over or some other occasion. But my stomach grumbled and soon my fingers were rolling dough over cheddar-filled beef.

pigs in a blanket cooked

In less than 15 minutes I had prepared two dozen mini, unconventional breakfast sandwiches (so I told myself) and all was right with the world. As I ate my eighth one, I thought I’d admit to myself that this was a craving. Mainly because I know prior to pregnancy I would never have thought to make these for breakfast, and because I began to think about how I could never tell anyone how many I actually ate. Shame is a good indicator of a craving.

But Matt was traveling and no one would ever see the evidence so I felt guilt-free until I looked down…

bailey

It’s true what they say, someone is always watching. But this one could be paid off for her silence, I’m sure of it.

Surprise Me

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If you’re like me, you love flowers, having them around you or purchasing them, but when it comes to naming them- well that’s a whole other story. And now that spring is upon us, I’ve got a lot of lovely flowers budding up around me that haven’t bloomed and I am waiting in anticipation to see what they’ll look like. I know there’s a lot of you out there who can look at the leaves and say, oh that’s a blah blah blah, but the extent of my naming system is, “that yellow one” or “the pink spikey one.”

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Wait For It

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Tree in the fog

We’re packing our bags, again! Thankfully we decided to keep everything in boxes so the move into our new home should be a cake walk compared to the last one. Can I say this will be our last move…let’s hope so. But, we’ll need to play the waiting game a little longer before we get to smell the fresh paint. Waiting for the “next move” seems to be our lives as of recently, but I guess it’s all part of the master plan.

I’ll admit getting to this point has required patience. First it was finding renters for the Florida home, then the right house here, and now all we can do is hope that the closing process goes smoothly, by waiting. But we’re experts at it by now and good things have come from it. The renters we got ended up being from Wisconsin also (coincidental!?!), and the right house has indeed finally come along.

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