Where I've Been.

I have no idea how time manages to pass so quickly. Really. Where has the last month gone? So much has happened, and it's not slowing down anytime soon.

Did you guys know it's summer? Birthday party, baby shower, wedding, graduation season? Have I mentioned that a few million times? I keep being surprised that it's here. Perhaps the chilly, damp weather has made me forget about summer. But the activities happen, sun or not.

A few weeks ago, Elliot's job was cut. That's the big change I was talking about here.
The layoff came as quite a surprise and ended up changing our family dynamic quite a bit. We had some time and some cushion, so we spent a few weeks soaking up as much early-summer free-time together as we could.

In a way, I'm glad it happened. We got to spend the last few weeks of Little E's first year exploring parks, having picnics and visiting our favorite people. That'll make me smile forever.


Pleasantries of family life and fun aside, someone's gotta bring home the bacon. We toyed around with the idea of me going back to work full-time and him staying home with the baby. I signed on for my first 32-hour work week (I know! I'm a wimp! I'm out of practice and out of shape!) in over a year.

You guys. It was seriously hard. I've always given props to working parents--I know it's tough. But I had no idea how hard it would be to be away from my kid for 3/4 of her waking hours several days in a row. I'm whining, I know. I'm lucky to be able to spend as much time with her as I do. But I missed my baby.

Anyway. We decided that it just didn't feel right. Elliot wants to feel productive and needs to be out of the house, and I spend all day watching the clock and wanting to go home. He wasn't unemployed long--he's back to work next week and I'm back to being mama and doing the dang laundry (because dang, it got  a bit scary there for a while.)

It's been a whirlwind of a month, and we've got a wedding in three weeks. My family will start pouring in the week before the wedding and we'll be sucked up into shopping, entertaining, and obsessing about my hair. I can't wait to obsess about my hair. And I can't wait to see my mama.

Things are changing. My role in life is about to be redefined, again, and I'm looking forward to it very much. I'll be around here and there, but my head will be spinning. Whew.

I need a laptop.

Hi, friends. I've been neglecting this space. We're wrapping up a week of baby birthday goodness, and whoa. I am so very glad this only happens once a year, because I am pooped! A more detailed post will be coming soon, but for now here are some bits of Little E's birthday week (in my head, birthdays are always celebrated for a whole week...shouldn't they always be?)

Elliot has been home a lot more lately, which is another excuse reason why I haven't been writing more. I absolutely cannot get things done on the desktop computer when other people are around. I need quiet and privacy when I write. He has a laptop that I'm going to be using for blogging, and I may even sneak out of the house to do it. I'm very excited (but we'll see if I actually stick with it...you know me.)

This is another busy week for us, as I'm gearing up to go back to work nearly full-time. I have mixed feelings about this and we'll talk about that soon. 

I hope your week has been full of sunshine and cupcakes, birthdays or no. 

It's summer, y'all!

Going With It.

Today was delicious. It was full of early birthday presents, toddler-to-baby kisses, mama friends over coffee, and sunshine.

After a busy morning with some of my favorite ladies and their little people, and after Little E's short and crummy afternoon nap, we decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood. I'm so glad we did. On our stroll we walked a bit around the Seattle University campus and there, we saw something that rocked our baby's face off.

A giant fountain. A giant fountain with another baby running around in it. Though the sun was shining, it was not as warm as I would've liked. We had no change of clothes for our girl, and though she was clapping and reaching and squealing at that water, I almost said no. I'm so glad I didn't.

This is the stuff I want to remember. And we did, after all, have an extra diaper at least. Sometimes you have to just go with it.

Taking time to dry out in the grass.

Hello, summer.

Everything is Orange.

Since cutting out night nursing, Eliza has been eating a whole lot more solid food. Until now, feeding this baby was a very frustrating experience. She's a picky one, and she spits out far more than she swallows.

It's still a frustrating experience. I know I'll look back and think these pictures are adorable and I'll probably swoon over every memory of feeding my first babe. In fact, I'm already looking at these and thinking "Awwwwww!" But I'm not gonna lie: I really, really hate doing it. It's messy. I'd rather wash a hundred million cloth diapers than see my daughter blast squishy carrots in a four foot radius of her high chair. I give it a month until everything in our entire house is stained orange. 

It is a huge relief to see her getting into food, though. And it's nice to have someone to make banana pancakes for, so there's that. Good thing it's Dad's job to clean her up! 

It's Working.

Last night was our third night of encouraging Little E to sleep on her own. Remember how I wasn't going to open the door all night? Yeah, it turns out we're softies. Elliot and I talked about our strategy early on that evening and decided that rather than just let her cry it out he would take over night duty and try to soothe her back to sleep. After all, the goal was primarily to teach her how to sleep without nursing. We were hoping that she would soon learn that it's not worth it to wake up if there wasn't a nice cuddly milk session as a reward.

It's working. Really.


The first night was awful for all of us. We both woke up every time she did, and she was not happy about Daddy showing up cribside. I struggled to go back to sleep each time, feeling guilty and reassuring Elliot, whose nerves were shot as he wrestled his squirming, screaming baby on his lap. Awesome.

The next night was a huge improvement. First of all, I bought myself some earplugs so at least one of us would get some rest. I crashed hard (at 8:00! So glamorous is the life of a tired mama!) and didn't wake again until 5:30 the next morning. That was the first night of uninterrupted sleep I've gotten in nearly two years, thanks to pregnancy and the need to pee every eight minutes. I'd forgotten what it was like to wake up feeling refreshed! Elliot informed me (after I took over baby duty and he got a couple of solid hours of sleep that morning) that though she still woke up multiple times, it was much quicker and easier to get her back to sleep. Baby steps!

Last night she slept  nearly eleven hours without waking! Well, without waking us. Elliot is an incredibly heavy sleeper and I had my earplugs in so for all we know she could've woken every hour. But even if she did, she must've settled herself back to sleep without too much fuss, as I can still hear a bit through my earplugs and even Elliot wakes for the big screams.

I am so, so proud of my little (big) girl and even more proud of her Papa for sticking it out. We all know he's the real softie around here.

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The issue of sleep is a hugely controversial topic among parents, and the debate seems even more heated in the online community. I've been lucky enough to have some very supportive friends to bounce ideas off of, but I still find that there is a lot of pressure to conform to either "side". In other words, to pick a parenting style and stick with it--whether it be a more traditional approach or to join the "attachment parenting" club. I've found myself straddling this line in many areas of parenting, and all I can say is there is no right or wrong way to raise a child.

New parents, I implore you! Do not read too much! Finding what works for you and your family is a trial-and-error process and an ongoing one, at that. Seek advice, try new things, but go with your gut. Every decision you make can and will be debated, but the only thing that matters is finding your own rhythm.




Sleep well, friends, and let's hope we all do, too.