hey lady! as everyone’s favorite tumblr stylist, i’d love your help with my latest fashion search. i’d like to wear a fun, flirty-but-not-too-sexy dress for an upcoming shower (it’s at a mexican restaurant in the evening). i’m thinking one-sleeved, bright color, paired…
Totally obsessed with finding the Rebecca Taylor in my size tomorrow!
And - saw a guest on the view wearing the green anthropologie dress yesterday and it was a mess of rusching overload and cheap-looking fabric :(
…and I’m still thinking about that Rebecca Taylor…
Confession: pretty sure I like being complimented by pretty girls better than being complimented by guys. Or by busted girls.
It takes a very confident and secure pretty girl to compliment another pretty girl instead of doing the great-hair-hate-your-shoes-critique.
I’m not that evolved, but maybe someday…
And in case you were wondering, I am definitely a pretty girl tonight, showered, hair done, and even makeup on for P’s holiday party in Chicago. As nice as it feels, I can’t wait to get home and snuggle my boys!
How I Met Your Mother has been really lovely lately. Like, curled up in a ball in the corner, crying like a small child, kind of lovely.
Tonight’s episode was about (and I don’t think this is a spoiler, because the theme comes out pretty quickly) loving someone and losing them and if your last…
I cried for a solid 30 minutes tonight, no thanks to HIMYM.
I feel like I’m back in my dorm room, freshman year of college, ‘01/02, watching Dawson cope with the death of his father again. Me, sobbing alone, on Megan’s futon.
A year after my dad battled cancer, for the second time.
Tonight’s episode hit me again, as I was thinking about how my grandpa would be turning 80 on the 20th if he were alive. How badly his absence still stings, how my pain must pale in comparison to my dad’s, how I’d be immobilized by if I lost my dad, how I can’t imagine losing P, the newest father in my life.
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of “starting a family.” “We’re taking a survey,” she says half-joking. “Do you think I should have a baby?”
“It will change your life,” I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. “I know,” she…
What to read when you’re losing patience with your infant sons’ refusal to eat, especially since there is MEDICINE in this feeding.
So although I was 100% sure that I’d be the chicest mom ever, starting the in delivery room, the boys’ early arrival threw off that plan. Instead, I ended up having to check the mail each day for shipments of chic-making supplies, baby on my flannel pajama-clad hip.
At any rate, since I thought that maybe the many-many mom-to-be-bloggers might benefit from it, these are the items that I’ve found have been most helpful in keeping my shit semi-together:
Hands Free Pumping bra - Before having this, pumping was not only (SO!) painful, but also a CHORE. I’m renting a hospital-grade pump, and initially was having to hold the flanges in place for the duration, but NOW, I’m able to tend to the boys if they fuss, use my Kindle or iPhone, or even talk on the phone!
Nursing Dress - I wear a size 36G bra, and the shelf bra/nursing situation in this chemise is fantastic! I wear this dress, leggings, and a funky top or cardigan with REGULARITY, and want to cry (or buy another) when it’s being washed!
Bouncer - Since the boys were preemies, they are just now, at a month old, the size of typical newborns (7 lbs, 2 oz, and 3 oz, as of yesterday!). Because of this, their swings are still way too fast/intense for them; however, their bouncers have a vibration setting that they adore (we’re on our THIRD set of batteries!). When I’m home alone and the boys both want to eat NOW and at the same time, I even feed them in their chairs as well. This bouncer is similar in shape, because our Dwell for Target ones (with an iPod player) have been discontinued. (Right now, Hudson is ENTRANCED by the hanging mobile!)
Dry Shampoo - It’s been a challenge for me to get to shower every other day lately, which isn’t too bad, but only because I’ve found something to control the second-day oils in my hair, which can’t handle it on its own. Oscar Blandi’s is by far my favorite (stay away from Bumble and Bumble’s!), as it’s got a slightly citrussy scent and never dulls the color or shine of my brunette hair.
Goughnuts! - Being home with the babies and Marley all day every day has me exhausted from yelling at the latter, and him exhausted from hearing me squack, “Aaah-aaah-aaah, Marley (he doesn’t listen to me + “NO”). This guy (to which my brother and his girlfriend refer as “the big green dildo”), is Marley’s only ever actually indestructible toy, has been a sanity-keeper, as he’s always got something to keep him distracted, and it doesn’t have any sharp edges!
Diapers - With the boys having CUT BACK to “only” 20+ diapers/day, we’re still searching for the best deal available on the best diapers. Thus far, we’ve tried several of Pampers’s options, Huggies, and also Target’s store brand. While we didn’t mind any of them, the Huggies and Targets have an additional panel of elasticized rusching in the back. The Targets win out though, as they don’t have any lame characters on them and they’re nearly half the price of the name brands!
This is sort of old news to me as my old teaching notes indicate I lectured about this in the summer of 2009, but I think it’s VERY IMPORTANT news for everyone to read. Basically, the only ”empirical study” to link autism and vaccines was a big, BIG fraud. Wakefield (sorry, you don’t deserve the “Dr.” when you’ve caused the amount of detriment he’s caused) is a disgrace and likely set back autism research and, arguably more importantly, the public’s understanding of autism a tremendous amount. I plan on watching his interview with Anderson Cooper this evening, and I’m certain it’ll send my blood pressure through the roof.
And, don’t get me started on Jenny McCarthy, one of Wakefield’s biggest defenders. Our university’s community psych clinic is considered the number one autism assessment clinic in Colorado, and you would not believe the amount of parents who come to our clinic believing their child will be “cured of autism” with a gluten-free diet and toxin cleansing thanks to her drivel.
With all the important decisions that new parents have to make, the vaccination question simply wasted my time, since my research on the subject led me to these findings.
FYI that in accordance with such conclusions, the CDC recommends following the standard vaccination schedule, for the protection of ALL of our children.
The boys are one month old today, and I have a second to reflect on the last 31 days.
First: what other moms don’t tell you:
That sleep deprivation this intense makes you question everything: whether you made the right decision in deciding to get pregnant to begin with (even though doing so was all you thought of for two years straight), whether you are or can be a good enough mother to this (or these, in my case) little one(s), and whether or not you can function as mother in such an exhausted state, since doing so as a human being is challenge enough.
That breast feeding HURTS, and thus far hasn’t gotten any better. That it takes work to make it work. That it can be trial after trial, challenge after challenge. That it takes Commitment to stick with it.
That feeling unconditional love for your baby takes a bit of work, given the previous two points. Sometimes even a good mom has to force herself to get up at 3 a.m. for feedings and pumpings. Sometimes she has to consciously remind herself to be patient while being shat on and screamed at. Sometimes she might even miss her old life. I’m still working on this one, and on not feeling guilty for not CONSTANTLY being CONSUMED with LOVE for my babies.
What will surprise you:
That a lot has changed in terms of child care since your Safe Sitter class 15 years ago.
That your baby will necessitate so many more diapers per change than you’ve ever used with a baby sitting charge (we’re at 20+ diapers per day!).
That your body will remain SO different post-birth. Even having gained only 15 lbs total, and I am so-so-so disturbed by the state of my tummy - and can’t even think about doing crunches until I get the okay at my 6-week check-up.
That a baby can make you so proud so easily, so quickly. That you will consider your child a genius for holding his pacifier in his mouth on his own. (welcome to our first pediatrician appointment).
That, hopefully, if you’re like me, your husband can so completely exceed your (already HIGH) expectations for the dad and husband that he will be.
That regardless of how difficult or uncomfortable a pregnancy you had, you will consider doing it all over again, or even welcome doing it all over again. In my case, possible doing it all over again, soon ;)
That really, truly, immediately after birth, you can love anyone so completely.
Enough about me and my experience though - the boys are FAR more interesting!
The twins are LOUD. CONSTANTLY. Hudson grunt-grunts and even snorts his days away while Jack whinnies and sings. Each has one perfectly-formed ear…and one that’s a little pointy…Jack is smaller and feels more delicate to hold. His hair is a little lighter, shorter, and sparser between the two. I think his eyes will stay dark blue like mine. Hudson is bigger, and everything but his cheeks are more substantial: legs, arms, fingers, chins. (Jack’s cheeks are much bigger though). He scrunches up his forehead and makes faces. Hudson looks like an old man to me sometimes, specifically, James Caan in Elf. Jack looks like a little cherub/angel to me. Jack is a Mommy’s boy, type A so far like her, while Hudson and P are two laid-back peas in a pod.
They are beautiful. I am partly lucky, mostly blessed.
As I was born into a family of Green Bay Packer fanatics (seriously - my grandma is in the Packer Hall of Fame as the 2007 Fan of the Year) (she was inducted alongside Reggie White) (my dad also has a Packer tattoo from when he and Granny saw them win the Superbowl in NOLA) (yes - he somehow managed to afford a ticket even though my parents were broke) (they’re not broke anymore, in case you were wondering), this is my obligatory Go Pack, Go! tumbl.
Dear Tumbl God(s),
Please let the Packers spank the Bears in a new kind of nasty. I will be making an effort to watch the game instead of nap, so the sacrifice better be worth it ;)