His First Haircut

Little man had a baby mullet.

It’s true.

I didn’t want to admit it, but he did. It was short and sweet in the front but cascaded down the back … Like a Kentucky waterfall, I’m told.

The thing is, I couldn’t bring myself to cut it. I bought some hair-cutting shears, plopped him down in front of me on a stool, held his soft golden locks between my fingers, and picked up the newly purchased scissors.

And I couldn’t bring myself to snip.

Oh! His sweet baby hairs! How could I let them go!?

I let him run off to play and told myself lies about how it was fine if he had a mullet. He was a baby and could totes pull it off. Right?

Wrong.

The spouse, who was disappointed to see a party-in-the-back of my son’s head after the failed trim attempt, told me to take him to a salon or he would cut it himself.

And so to Cool Cuts 4 Kids we went.

I was a little skeptical of the place at first, but my happy dude had a blast. He rode in a train car, rang a bell and watched Sesame Street while a cheery stylist fluttered around his head with surprising speed and agility.

In a matter of minutes, hundreds of tiny blonde hairs surrounded him on the floor and my tiny guy had a proper cut.

Now, this is going to come as a surprise: I didn’t cry. I know. Who’s tough? This mom.

I did, however, request that they keep a lock of it for me (it’s in a bag I’ll save forever).

Here’s the sweet boy all ready for his first haircut! I just had capture one last shot of his long locks pre-chop.

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Here’s to his first cut! He’s just growing up too fast!

The Circus Is In Town

Nearly two months ago, my little man turned one. ONE! I know, time is flying by at an unbelievable rate.

I’ve been planning to share photos of the party with you and thought I’d kick it off with the photo shoot we did for the invitation.

Of course, the fabulous freckle photography was our photographer and she caught the theme I was going for perfectly. Here’s my little strong man getting ready for the big day! I’ll be sure to share photos of the party soon!

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Thankful Thursday: One

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Can you believe it? He’s one.

One year ago (yesterday), I met my little man for the very first time. One year ago, everything changed.

The doctor said, “I think we should do a cesarean.” And less than one hour later, he was here.

One day later, I realized how much more I could love. One week later, I was readmitted to the hospital. Darn c-section.

One month later, I still couldn’t believe he was ours.  One year later, I feel all the same emotions tenfold.

Today Everyday, I am thankful for the one-year-old that I’m lucky enough to call my son. He’s the sweetest, kindest and (I have to say, cutest) baby I’ve known. I can’t wait to see what all of the years ahead will bring for my little man!

Happy Birthday, baby boy! You’re ONE!

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Can’t We All Just Get Along?

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“Don’t be fooled. You’re not in competition with other women.” – Tina Fey

So, this post is something I’ve been thinking about for a while and I want to say I’m writing with caution and hope not to offend anyone.

Before I got pregnant, I felt like I was repeatedly given one message: My life was unfilled because I didn’t have kids. I was missing out because I didn’t have kids. I’ll want children one day …  ‘they’ all assured me.

But I didn’t. And quite honestly, as I read articles about the misery of parenting (apparently it’s the new vogue to complain about motherhood) and saw updates and posts about how hard it was to be a mom, I was further grounded in my expectation that pugs and mastiffs would be my only children.

But, we all know where this is going … I got knocked up.

Me. The spouse. One night. A look in his eye … timing, right?

First, the mom-parts of me blossomed, then the baby arrived, the nights got long, and the diapers piled up. I started to empathize with the articles and stories I’d read. It is hard! But so fulfilling … I get it! They’ve been right all along!

But, are they?

Of course meeting my tiny man has resulted in the happiest and most fulfilling moments of my life. And sure, some of those moments have been the hardest and most challenging. But I have to wonder, could I have not achieved fulfillment in any other way? And are my struggles so unique … can I even truly define them as struggles?

The other night, I spent time with an amazing group of women. And I was reminded that happiness and  success come from many different sources. It doesn’t matter if working hard and achieving professional success is important to you. Or if crossing that first finish line is the ultimate goal. Or if being in a situation that allows you to spend every day with your children is your highest priority.

As women, it’s hard enough to accept ourselves. We shouldn’t help cultivate a society that doesn’t accept us. Do we really need to point out areas we’re failing to each other? Do we really need to say that one lifestyle choice is better, or more demanding, or more fulfilling than another? Can we really comment on what makes someone else happy?

There are a lot of dreams out there. A LOT. I only wish I could have the capacity to understand the wants and needs of everyone … or maybe not. It’s hard enough keeping up with my own wants and needs.

I think what I’m trying to say is that each woman is different. And we’re all AMAZING.

Some of us are single, some of us are married. Some of us have kids, some of us choose not to have children. Some of us are working moms and some of us are stay-at-home moms (and, increasingly, some are work-at-home-stay-at-home-moms). Some like cats, others prefer dogs.

We all have hearts, feelings, and hopes and whether or not we fit into a cookie-cutter lifestyle, we need to support each other. Instead of justifying our own choices by looking down on others or making wide assumptions about other lifestyles, we should be learning from each other and supporting other women to succeed in all the ways we can.

Don’t be fooled. You are not in competition with other women. Let’s support each other and celebrate our differences.

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Recent Read: Great With Child

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I’ve recently read the sweetest book. I wished I would have read it while I was expecting … I think it would have really calmed my nerves about the idea of raising a child.

Great With Child by Beth Ann Fennelly is a compilation of letters from one mother to her dear friend and an expecting mom-to-be. The letters are beautifully written and sentimental, yet they offer practical and usable advice for new moms. She touches on so many moments that I’ve experienced in the last year and offers advice I wish I’d known.

If you’re a mom-to-be or have an expecting friend, I’d definitely recommend this book. It’d make a wonderful shower gift!

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Capturing Memories

Inspired by one of the best books I read last year, I have deemed myself ‘historian of the house.’ Someone has to take pictures, document the little guy’s growth, and keep the grandparents in-the-know on important stuff like head size and number of teeth. And that someone is me.

At first I took this role very seriously. The first day of my new role, I wrote out a nice email to all the grandparents explaining how I would send them monthly updates and photos as well as report on recent doctor’s appointments, what’s happening at school, etc. I busted out a baby book and began taping pictures into it and trying to remember when exactly it was that the tiny guy crawled, sat, smiled, etc, etc.

Well,  that day ended and so did my newly established title. Woops. Life … it happens, right?

Months later, Christmas was approaching and I really wanted to give the grandparents something special that showed the journey my tiny man had been on for the previous year. Having failed miserably at documenting anything, I wasn’t quite sure what to do until I saw a deal online to make my own photobook.

Oh, interwebs, sometimes I love thee.

So, with a stockpile of images from the fabulous freckle photography, I logged into the site and began work on our very own family photobook. It was WAY more work than I anticipated (due to a number of user errors) but totally worth it. Pleased with the results, we gave it to all of the grandparents and the great-grandparents. And kept a copy for ourselves. I LOVE it and flip through it frequently.

We made ours via Tiny Prints and I thought the quality of the final product was great. I recently found Artifcat Uprising and might have to consider them with their lovely cloth covers and 50-page books (compared to our 20-page book) next year.

Here’s a peek at the final product. What do you think? Mamas – did you make a scrapbook, fill a baby book or document your kiddo’s first year? How do you fill the role of house historian?

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Happy Monday!

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend! We had a very enjoyable (and relaxing) weekend that included date night for the spouse and I on Friday and a small BBQ dinner with friends on Saturday. On Sunday, we had our family photos taken for our Christmas card. I can’t wait to see how they turned out and share them with you!

This lovely weekend also let me get caught up on a long list of tasks I’ve been putting off all month. One of those items was to take a picture of the baby boy in a tie onesie for his 7 month birthday (which was over two weeks ago now…ooops!).

Month number seven has been a big one for my little guy. He now has two front teeth (on the bottom) and I think the top teeth will be coming in any day. He had his first overnight sleepover without mom and dad (I’ll tell you where we were in a different post) thanks to grandpa. He’s also started crawling military-style and he can sit up! Every day I marvel at how much he changes and quickly he’s growing up!

Happy (belated) 7-month birthday to my big boy! We love you so much!

Here are months 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6.

Thankful Thursday: Six Months …Already

Remember this post?

That was a YEAR ago.

A whole year has passed since I told you guys I was expecting. On that day (and the 180 days that followed), I trembled at the idea of being responsible for an infant. I couldn’t imagine what life would be like with a baby (but I was excited to find out).

Now, almost a year later, I have a six-month old!

And now I struggle to remember what life was like before he arrived. Strange how that happens, huh?

It’s amazing how much can change in one year. For example, I used to have long blonde hair…now it’s short and brown (more on that later). I used to go out and drink bottles of wine with my girlfriends…now I do that at home by myself. Wait, what? Uh…nevermind that.

Back then, I couldn’t tell you exactly how a diaper operated and today I’m a pro. Mystery items like teething tablets, butt paste, moby wraps, and nursing bras are now necessities I’m all too familiar with. And, of course, I can love someone more than I ever thought possible.

However, things that clearly have not changed are my stellar photog skills and graphic design abilities. You’d think I’d have improved over a year…nope. And things that haven’t changed in the last month…. I’m still recycling the first set of tie onesies. I still haven’t made new ones. (Go ahead and expect to see months 3 and 4 restyled in months 7 and 8.)

Speaking of changes, my little man is changing so rapidly, it’s hard to keep up with him. He’s almost got sitting up mastered and he’s thinking about crawling (I can see the desire to move forward in his eyes). He has a tooth that’s just about to show up (I know it!) and he’s developed the best belly-laugh ever. It’s truly the most heart-melting, adorable sound I’ve ever heard.

On today’s Thankful Thursday, I think it’s fairly obvious what I’m thankful for! Happy Six Month Birthday, baby boy! Mommy and Daddy couldn’t be more thankful for you!

Thankful Thursday: Summertime

Happy Thursday!

The unofficial end of summer is here this weekend. I can’t believe it! Although I’m already pinning outfits of boots and scarves, I’m planning to squeeze out some more summer fun in the next couple of weeks and keep donning flip-flops as long as possible.

With the end of summer approaching, I know some may be wondering if we accomplished anything on our Simple Summer List, so here’s a peak at all we’ve been up to this summer – all of which I’m extremely thankful for this Thursday.

We went to the drive-in (#8) and saw Ice Age: Continental Drift. It was adorable.

We spent an afternoon in Estes Park (#2) where we were surprised to find a petting zoo (which the little guy slept through…next time, champ).

And my guy wore this sweet outfit that day.

We went camping (#7), which I will never, ever, ever do with an infant again.

And, even though this isn’t the way I expected it to go down, I finally had a drink with an umbrella (#6).

In addition to that fun, I was sure to squeeze in some girl time this summer, too. I went to a concert (Pat Benatar & Journey) with my besties, saw a ridiculous movie (yes…it totally was Magic Mike), and got pedicures with my BFF’s.

For family fun, summer included multiple BBQ competitions, a 90th birthday, a fishing trip on the Poudre with the spouse and baby, date night (twice!), a super-fun fundraiser (NoCo 20/30 Suitcase Party….for you locals), the Garden Tour, and the spouse’s first Father’s Day.

We still have a few Simple Summer List items to cross off before September 21 (the official end of summer) but as I look back on the last couple of months, I’m pretty happy with what we’ve done and I couldn’t be more thankful.

Happy Thankful Thursday – what summer activity are you most thankful for?

Domestically-Challenged Mom Celebrates 5 Months

Four months ago, I took a picture of the little man to celebrate his one-month birthday. I had decided to dress him in one of the adorable tie onesies that my Martha-Stewart-channeling friend, Jesse, had made him. She had made four different onesies in size 0-3 months and 3-6 months (’cause she’s good like that).

At the time, being all new-mom-excited, I thought I’d make the eight additional onesies needed to take photos every month of his first year. I figured, I had four months of gifted onesies, plenty of time to craft the new ones, right?

I think you can guess what happened.

I didn’t make new onesies. And, sure as baby poop, here we are at month five.

So, what happened? Time fly by too fast? Nah. Balancing a busy life take over? Nope.

The truth? Every time I think about trying to cut a tie-shaped piece of patterned fabric and affixing it with needle and thread to another piece of fabric, I become a little twitchy. Just slightly anxious. My Type-A mind gets nervous at the thought of using my clumsy hands to produce anything I’d dress my child in. I can visualize the fabric, cut into an unidentifiable asymmetric shape, trembling in my fingertips while I prick myself from looping thread through a baby tee. It’s a big ol’ mess. And no, I do not have a sewing machine (the idea of shoving fabric through a needle-wielding-jack-hammer instills even more fear).

So now that my little dude isn’t so little and the smaller sizes no longer fit, what do I do to take a tie picture?

I cut the sleeves off, tucked the ‘onesie’ part into a pair of shorts, and ‘Voila!’ A whole new baby look.

Normally I’m not a fan of short-sleeves with a tie, but I think we can make an exception here.

Crafty? No. Resourceful? Maybe.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter because this kiddo would look cute in a potato sack.

It’s already been five months since he arrived and I still I can’t believe this little guy is mine. His giggle, his sparkling eyes, and his smile bring us joy every minute of the day. Even though I can’t sew (or really do much of any homemaker-type activities) this little man doesn’t care. And he lets me know he loves me despite my domestic flaws with his sweet baby coos, his little hugs, and his happy face.

Happy 5 Months, sweetheart!

Check out months 1, 2, 3, 4.