Outfit details: hair bows, denim shirt, bermuda shorts, sandals
It’s a funny and bittersweet thing – toddlerdom.
- When did we go from describing the place she sleeps as a “nursery” to her “room?”
- When did she start having a preference on which shoes she’d like to wear?
- When did she learn that she can decide who to kiss?
I’m – at the same time – so wistful about and grateful for how fast she grows. She confounds me daily, this ridiculous creature who made me a mom.
Bebe outfit details: Chloe kids dress, baby Pumas
Mama outfit details: maxi dress
It’s been over 6 months since I last posted. Bebe has grown a lot. A LOT.
How can I even summarize at this point? Try, try, try:
- She walks (she runs)
- She wears a ponytail
- She eats (and eats)
- She pets the dogs
- She dances
- She talks (well, some)
- She has teeth we brush
- She has nails we cut
- She holds my hand
- She has stinky feet
Man, I love this girl.
Outfit details: romper, moccasins
Things we are dealing with lately:
- Daylight Savings Time Photo-taking is hard when it’s already dark by the time you get home.
- Feeding Solids I don’t know what to feed bebe, because I basically only eat take-out.
- Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease Why is it called that when it affects your entire body?
These are not real problems. Life is so good and sweet, and we are lucky people.
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.