Outfit details: matching bow and pencil skirt, baby tee, baby chucks
It’s finally starting to feel like fall around here, which makes me insanely excited.
It’s the season for boots, scarves, and sweaters, and it occurs to me that I now have a BABY. This means it’s also the season for baby boots, baby scarves, and baby sweaters.
Oh, and I just ordered a baby purse. I’m out of control.
Outfit details: headband, romper, moccasins
Is my baby really crawling? Is she really pulling up on everything, making pterodactyl noises, and reaching for me?
Is this crazy, spirited girl who licks her chops while I eat — and bites the shit out of me when she eats — really mine? When I hear her warrior battle cry, I laugh and then hope that she will grow up to be hearty, steadfast, and powerful.
I think about the complexities of making a person and how she could have just as easily developed into someone else. But she was born our girl — our spunky, silly, delectable daughter.
When I feel the weight of her in my arms, I swear I could fly.
I’m still on the fence as to whether or not this blog is a good idea.
I left my stressful job in ecommerce at a global tech company one month ago to reassess what is important to me. I recognize that this time off was a wonderful opportunity (#supportivehusband) to figure out life’s next steps, and I found that I really missed working. I want to be with my baby, but I also find it empowering to work outside the home and provide for my family.
Thankfully, I quickly received two job offers. I started my new gig this week, and my hope is that it will be rewarding while still allowing me to be present for my daughter, husband, and our pups.
Balance is hard — my work, friendships, frappuccino habit. All of it.
What the hell does that have to do with what bebe wears? I’m not sure if I can articulate it. I have two photos from the day she was born. It feels like time has flown by — just as everyone warned that it would — and I can’t help but feel that I’ve missed something. This blog is about more than how I dress my baby. I don’t want to miss anything else.
I’m just a new mom trying to wing it with as much finesse as I can muster.
Outfit details: crown, sweater, leggings, Michael Kors baby shoes (gift)
One of the following is a blatant lie.
1) I married my high school sweetheart.
2) I work in marketing.
3) I hate all these sweet (sweet!) pictures of my little babe.
Bebe outfit details: headband, necklace, jacket, tee, leggings, sneakers
Mama outfit details: gingham blouse (now on clearance!), black pants, sandals, bag
I love fashion, but I usually don’t know what I’m doing. I’m great with shoes, awful with accessories, and mediocre with everything else. For example, I really do own nice handbags, but I honestly use a backpack 6 out of 7 days of the week. Whether it’s a diaper bag or laptop bag, it’s typically my bag of choice.
I wear the same jewelry every day. I live in jeans. My baby is in a onesie plus leggings 99% of the time.
In other words, these outfits took so much effort (too much effort). Now I remember why blogging is hard.
But tying a jacket around my daughter’s waist makes it way worth it. WAY.
Outfit details: bow, Cherokee onesie, Carter’s floral leggings (gift), moccasins, elephant doll (gift)
We have this sequin bow headband on repeat right now. The way it makes her ears protrude from her round chunk face slays me.
Hashtag obsessed. Hashtag look at her cheeks. And her smile. And her rolls. And and and.
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Outfit details: headband, baby tee, hand-me-down skirt, moccasins, blanket
My baby turned 8 months old this weekend, and it makes me want to cry. The thing about becoming a mama, at least for me, is that everything makes me want to cry now.
I have a lot of feelings about bebe and motherhood — joy, paranoia, optimism, astonishment, love. This. That. All things.
And now she says, “ma-ma. ma-ma, ma-ma.” She has no idea what it means, but it means everything to me.