I don’t know about you, but nobody did holidays like my mom growing up. She lived for them. From the decor, to the food – she made every holiday worth celebrating. On Easter, my friends would come from near and far, just to color Easter eggs at my house. Even to this day, she still makes us sit around the table – as we all try to pretend like we’re too cool for school, but secretly we love it. She’s living proof that you are never too old for holiday traditions. It’s something that truly has stuck with me all these years, and something I was so excited to do with my own kids.
Finally getting around to posting about the Evereve x Alex and Ani shopping event at Baybrook Mall I went to a few weeks back, where I got to meet some of my favorite Houston bloggers! The talented and cool beauty/mama blogger Meg O. on the Go, sassy & sweet fashion/lifestyle blogger Dawn P. Darnell, and the incomparable mom blog Moms Without Answers played excellent hosts to an amazing event. Oddly enough, we all reside in the Clear Lake/Bay Area of Houston, which I didn’t know until we settled into our new home. Just goes to show you what a small “blogger world” it really is.
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Let’s be honest, being a new mom of two takes a lot out of you. If you ask any mom (well, any mom who isn’t lying to you), they’ll say that the transition from one to two kids is brutal. What’s more surprising, is that they say it’s even harder than going from two to three – but, I’m just gonna take their word for that one 😉
As wonderful of a blessing it is to finally have that second baby we’d been wishing for – you always have in the back of your mind, that it also means your world is about to be upturned yet again. It’s true that those first few months are the toughest, but I’ve come to find that sticking to a routine can really help everyone adjust to the new baby in town. Oh, but p.s., when I say “sticking”, I mean more like Elmer’s, not Gorilla glue. Because life happens, and if there’s one major thing I’ve learned that has saved my rear this time around – is that sometimes you’re better off just going with the flow. I’m not ashamed to admit that I was wound tighter than a Swiss clock with my first kid. But hey, you live and learn right? Here are the few bits of our routine below that I’m happy to pass along to you “soon to be two-time mamas” 🙂 Now if only I could help you with the lack of sleep and overall loss of consciousness – that would be something!
Excited to share some fun Cyber Monday deals with all my mamas out there! You know you spent the whole weekend shopping for everyone else on your list – so I’m here to dedicate this Cyber Monday to you. Whether it’s jewelry, makeup/skincare, or a cute outfit for that next date night – I’m here to give you permission to treat yourself for once!
Of course, I’ve also included a few awesome steals for that baby of yours. I see you – and because I’m the worst to blame for ending up in the baby/kids section when I should be shopping for myself 😉 Hope you score some awesome deals!
Can you believe it’s already been three months since Charlotte was born? Cuz I can’t. This time around has gone by even faster than it did with Garrett. Much to my surprise, since it felt like I was holding my breath the whole time with him – dreading the day my maternity leave was up. Now with Charlotte, things are just more complicated – I have a 4 year old literally running circles around me, I’m trying to navigate this whole freelance world, we’re still getting settled into our fixer upper, and I’m working on expanding the blog/styling arm of my brand. It’s such a double edged sword too, because you want to soak up every moment but at the same time you kind of can’t wait to have that 4th trimester behind you.
Ok, I’ll go ahead and say it – it’s just easier this time. I haven’t been shy expressing the struggles I had as a first time mom to Garrett. Anxiety, guilt, shame, control (or lack there of) – you name it, I felt it. But with Charlotte, it’s as if those heavy clouds that hung over my head the first year of Garrett’s life, were never even in the forecast. I’m not sure if it’s due to my hormones not being as imbalanced – I keep saying that maybe my body rejected the boy hormones, and that’s why it’s easier having a girl. Or maybe it’s just that there really is such a thing as (and I cringe as I say this, cuz I really do hate the label), a “good baby.”
So excited to announce my first guest blog post for the uber sweet baby/children’s sleepwear line, Westyn Baby. Now that summer has officially come to a close (can you hear that collective mommy sigh of relief?), I felt it was only fitting to welcome all the kiddos (ok, it’s really for the moms) back to school with a little tongue and cheek piece 😉 Here’s an excerpt below, but you can read the full post on Westyn Baby’s blog!
I think we can all agree on one thing. Moms come in all shapes and sizes. Some moms are “Pinterest” moms, some moms are “so cool you’re not even sure those are really their own kids” moms, and well, some are quite frankly just a hot mess (which, if we’re being totally honest, is all of us – amirite?). But no place, and I mean NO place, brings all these moms together in one glorious clash of cultures than – preschool. Here are some of the mom-types I encountered in our first year of preschool, and I don’t think I’ll ever look at motherhood the same.
1) The “Veteran” Mom
To be honest, this mom was the one I was most intimidated by. Not in like a “she’s so cool I can’t talk to her” kinda way. It was more because she had clearly been doing this preschool mom thing for a while, probably with two or three kids rotating through the program over the past six years, and she’s got this thing on lock down. I’d watch her from the safety of my car, as to not get burned by her supermom radiation, as she’d usher not only her kids but two other moms’ kids to and from their classes with ease and grace. On the last day of school she can be heard making a flippant remark to her son’s preschool teacher that “she’d better go since it’s the last day of errands sans kids”. Oh yah, and she says what we’re all thinking because, well, why not?
We’ve officially made it past the four week mark with baby Charlotte, and I have to say I’m incredibly proud of Garrett for adjusting to this new way of life so quickly and so well. From the minute he saw Charlotte, he went into big brother mode – asking to hold her, and wanting to get as close to her as possible if anyone else was holding her. Every morning he walks into our room (where I’m more than likely nursing Charlotte back to sleep) and he gets as high-pitched as a banshee saying “Hiiiiii. Whatcha doingggggg?” (I realized that he gets this from me – isn’t it funny how a toddler can remind you just how often you say things out of habit?). There have only been a handful of times where he’s gotten upset over me not being able to do whatever it was he was asking me to do, which ended up making me feel way more guilty than he had intended. Even so, I try not to let my head wander to “that place.” That place where you remember what it was like with just you and him. That place where your mind tricks you into thinking he would have been so much happier as an only child.
Our sweet baby girl (who we can now call by her actual name, Charlotte Madeleine Murray), was born Friday July 21st at 3:47 am, at 7 lbs 14 oz and 20 in long. Garrett dubbed her with one last nickname – “Twinkle Toes” – when he met her in the hospital, and not gonna lie – it kinda stuck. He also couldn’t help but notice the “Italian trademark” of dark hair covering her ears, to which he inquired, “Why does baby sister have so much fur?” LOL. It’s hard to believe that just this past Tuesday was my original due date, but this little lady had other plans. She shocked us with what we’re now calling our “trial run” the Wednesday night before, which sent us to the hospital and then back with irregular contractions 3-6 min apart. So come Thursday night, I told the hubs that I was just going to ignore any weird contractions I was feeling. Easy enough, that is, until 1 am rolled around and I got up to go to the bathroom, after tossing and turning for lord knows how long, only to realize my contractions were 2 min apart and had me buckled over in pain. Yep, it was the real deal. So we called our sweet neighbor again to come stay at our house with Garrett until my MIL could make it over, and Grant literally flew down the freeway to the hospital 40 min away – with me white-knuckling the passenger door handle the whole time.
Today was just like any other day, except not. Garrett woke up way before mama was ready, but just in time to give daddy a great big bear hug before work. Then I rolled my pregnant self outta bed to make breakfast and jump in the shower before heading to my 32-week checkup. Baby girl got a clean bill of health from the doc, and I took Garrett on an impromptu “2nd breakfast”, as I like to call it these days, to Dunkin Donuts (mostly because I missed the chance on National Donut Day and felt ashamed of my pregnant self). I worked on the nursery all morning – organizing the closet, hanging up little girl clothes (eek), and rearranging things, etc (p.s. I can’t wait to do the final reveal, if I can just get my act together!). Garrett went down for a long nap and that’s where the day got good. After all, it’s not every day that you get to sit on the couch after nap-time, cuddled up with your toddler to watch yourselves on TV.