3.27.2015

little life lately photos

As taken by my companion and friend, my iPhone.








|| letty and avery at a matinee of cinderella enjoying her little kid's pack. popcorn, fruit snacks and an icee. || every now and again i renege and let her hold dom and when i do i don't regret it. || my mother the hoarder brought out my brother's robot halloween costume thinking david might enjoy it. as you can see letty had to try it on first. || it is a rare rare afternoon indeed when david naps. but when the car is warm and the sun is shining and you've played hard at grammy's then you just fall asleep, you do. || life cereal early morning breakfast with my inner child || the first diaper change of the day is always my favorite, his too i think. || replanting succulents from my sister's baby shower. || my niece learning to riiiiidde! || i love our tuesday lunches with my mom, and panera might just be my favorite lunch of choice. || david finally decided the robot costume wouldn't bite him. see also: oreos. in and around his mouth. || our college friend and photographer got a new toy and we were gifted these super large prints of what was once our sweet baby girl. now to find frames that are 24x16. || rubber band wrists need to be a staple on every baby. || baby's first kitchen sink tubby. in fact it's the first sink tubby any of my babies have gotten. || the deck furniture is up and the lights have been strung. now we just need the warmth! ||

have a great weekend!




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3.26.2015

the bottle problem

We have a problem. And I would LOVE love LOVE to find a solution. I am a fixer. Olivia Pope is my idol. And I sort of am most definitely kind of stubborn. 

The problem is a three month old who will not take a bottle. He has taken a bottle in the past, which makes this ever more frustrating. From birth till about 8 weeks on occasion he would drink from a bottle. He would practically waterboard himself. And then all of a sudden.... No. He wouldn't. My sister was able to get him to take a bottle once when it counted and for that I am eternally grateful. But since then? Nope. If we are lucky he will chew on it and maybe drink a half an ounce but then he will move on. That's if we are lucky. Cover your ears if we are not.

We have read articles all over the internets. Here, here, here, and here. And more. 

We have tried this bottle. And that bottle. And this one too. We have tried a sippy cup. 

We have fed in the same position as if he would be eating on his preferred side of mom. We have tried a totally different position. We have tried feeding in a carrier and reaching around from behind so the feeder is a mystery.

I have tried. My sister has tried. Matt and my mother have tried. I have been in the room. I have been within sight. I have been in a totally different area of the house. I have left the house. 

I let Letty try to feed him. 

We have tried every single morning. We have tried every single feeding. 

And yet we are failures. Kelsey suggested we try a nipple shield and while I was digging my heals in refusing to buy anything to get him to take a bottle I think I'll have to try that. She is a veteran mom and I don't know why I fight it. She is probably right. Any other suggestions?




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3.25.2015

currently

On the chalkboard: It's like the Field of Dreams, if you write it, it will come. 

Reading: I think I can, I think I can. This is the second to last published book in the series and it's bittersweet. I can't get enough Claire and Jamie but there are other fish in the sea. And by fish I mean books. There is only one Jamie. 

Watching with Matt: We are so late to this game it is most shameful. But so good! We just wrapped up season two and my oh my. Underwood. Sheesh. 

Eating: These! Curses! I thought that we were over after Christmas but no. Here they are in all their Easter glory. Just put on this earth to torment me.

Drinking: I'm always in the market for a good boxed red. Economical. super classy, etc. This is the newest try.  Boxed wine is suuuuch a big commitment! If you don't like it you just have to power through for days and days. I vote that wine stores start offering samples. Or just make cheaper bottled wine. Or that.

Planning: This girl's summer dance class. There are a few camps around here and some with different fun themes such as Frozen and Tinkerbell. It's just a matter of which one. 

Thinking about: Having Matt make us a new entertainment center. Out of pallets of course. Our current Target one has been sagging in the center since.... forever. I'm liking these...
Watching on the treadmill: Oh Scandal and your irresponsibly tall wine glasses. This show is quite entertaining for my morning run. There was a time or two I almost fell off the treadmill. Which seems to happen to me quite often.

As I type this: David has found a new movie of the month: The Book of Life. He digs the music me thinks. The addition of a Mumford & Sons song makes me quite happy. And the vocal stylings of a certain Channing Tatum make Matt quite happy. Matt has a thing for Mr. Tatum.


Other currently posts here.




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3.24.2015

a pallet end table

The versatility of the pallet never ceases to amaze me. And thanks to Pinterest the uses for pallet woods never end for me, I can always find something more for Matt to makey. 

When we got married in 2006 we registered for furniture from Target. And thanks to a very generous aunt and uncle that's the set we lived with for the subsequent six years. We replaced the sofas at that point but the end tables were kept even though they didn't quite fit (seen here in the after section). The coffee table as well, much to our undying regret, now replaced with something much more child friendly.

And so with our newly found pallets from our pallet mule I asked Matt to make me a new end table. Rid myself of these end tables! Banish them from my sight! Stat!

And so here it is in all it's rustic glory. After about ninety text messages back and forth from my mother trying to figure out what looked best on it. She should have just driven the seven minutes over here, it may have been faster. Shopping in one's home is quite the deal isn't it?






Thank you Handy Matty!




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3.23.2015

[12/52]





A photo of each of my brood, once a week, every week, of 2015.

Dominic, aged 14 weeks: Isn't he just quite the porker? Like a little linebacker up there in his football attire. As a non-sports family he will have to go elsewhere to get that fix I'd wager.

David, aged 2 years: He's just starting to get into the whole dress up thing. I prefer that he not wear his sister's heels, and he prefers to wear hats.

Letteria, aged 4 years: This big girl takes solo showers and dresses herself and bites her fingers till they are bloody nubs (hence the double bandaid). Next thing I know she will be chewing gum and twirling her hair like a preteen. 

Past weekly shots here.





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