Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Christmas and Beach Day

A parent philosophy I've tried to adopt is "Would I do this with my fourth child?" in an attempt to combat my tendency to over think things with Charlie. This may have trickled into typical first-child "firsts". Like, Christmas. I did not want to overdue her first Christmas. And in November, after our car situation transitioned from two cars to none, we decided "No Christmas". As in, no one was getting gifts. Then the week of Christmas the thought of Charlie (a baby, who is completely unaware...) not having gifts on Christmas made me really sad. So on December 23rd like an insane person I went to IKEA to get some last minute gifts, including some for Charlie. I'd like to think I would have done the same for a fourth child.

Again, because she is  A BABY, she was completely unaware. But it was cute seeing her play with her new toys around the Christmas tree. The day was slow and uneventful, and just what we needed. A white elephant Christmas gift Christmas exchange and Christmas dinner. 

The day after Christmas, we drove down to the South Bay to spend the afternoon walking on the beach followed by burgers in the city. 

Charlie loved the beach. It made the drive with it just to see her crawl and play with the sand. And eat it. It was not evident how much she ate until the next day. 

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Everything's Bigger in Texas

When Nik told me he was thinking about going to a video nerd conference in Austin, I begged to tag along. Gotta get out to Texas to see my other baby. 

We stayed in a sweet AirBnb, that had concrete floors. Which aesthetically was nice, but baby wise, it was a disaster waiting to happen. Like right after this picture. Head smacked right on the concrete. 

We always wait for the babies to be able to interact, like 'Will this be the time they are finally aware of each other and play?!' There wasn't a ton of playing. But there was awareness demonstrated from Emma, whose lack of the ability to move did not stop her from body slamming, and trying to catch a ride on Char, a death grip on her collar. 

We went to the state capital, soaking up some Texan history. Then both moms proceeded to fight panic attacks when the husbands, holding babies, wanted to peer over a four story look out with babies. 

My favorite part of Austin (company aside) was how walkable of a city it felt. There were trails, and everything felt pretty close together. 

Wednesday, October 21, 2015


Back in late August, I got to introduce Nik and Charlie to the place of my favorite childhood memories. We packed up an entire car full of baby paraphernalia, and drove three hours north to our family cabin.

All the pictures Nik took make me almost weepy looking at them. So many memories of playing with cousins, fishing with dad, and going for walks with everyone perfected captured. Looking at all of them is making the nostalgia ooze out of my pores! And now my baby gets to start making these memories with her cousins?!

So what does one do at Alta? First up, porch time. The porch wraps around half the house, surrounded by trees, littered with comfy furniture, and swarming with mosquitos. On the porch we indulge in our most frequent family past time: talking until the sunsets. I think Nik didn't understand how much one family could talk until he met mine.

This time our time on the porch was exponentially bigger, because we have babies to tend to. The time on the porch was also exponentially better, because, you know, we have adorable babies to tend to. Porch time also includes a lot of eating. Nik and I ate an entire melon in one sitting that others were looking forward to eating, and I still feel bad about it. That sweet melon is probably why we ended up with the most mosquito bites though.

Next on the agenda? Walks around the lake. In the morning. After dinner. In the afternoon. Need something to do? Go for a walk.

Baby hats are insanely adorable, in a completely dorky way. Also, Charlie's favorite chew toy was probably the top of that Ergo. On this trip we finally mastered how to get her propped up higher. (After this picture was taken.) Love my Ergo, I just think there is a huge learning curve to using it.

Again, walking includes more talking. How can we never run out of things to say?

These pictures don't have to do with anything. Except they mean everything because it is a picture of Charlie in the porch room that my parents have slept in every summer for as long as I can remember. (NOSTALGIA!)

Lastly, we do what we do on every vacation: lay out by the pool. It's not a real pool, it's a swimming hole. This time there was a supposed tree in the pool that Nik and my dad dove down to get. It turned out the be the biggest lake-sea-bush thing ever. We have pictures of people modeling said sea plant, but that will remain private for our posterity.

While bouncing in Grandma's arms and giving kisses Charlie came thiiiis close spitting up in my mom's mouth. That is one of my greatest fears.

This was the part of Alta that shed light on my new reality. That reality being I've reached the phase of my life where a vacation is not exactly a vacation anymore. My previous summer days of laying out and inhaling a book and snacks simultaneously have been replaced by staying in the shade, while attempting to nurse a baby to sleep in ninety-degree weather. It made me appreciate my mom more, and the fact that for years she had to be a mom while at Alta.

We have transformed into CLASS A Stage Moms and take videos and pictures of these two shamelessly. Charlie was obsessed with rolling over and scooting, and combined with the heat her cheeks took a real beating that weekend. 

Babies in sunglasses with opinions. 

I try to keep my first-time-baby excitement in check, and avoid indulging Charlie in activities for my benefit. Because she's not going to remember anything. However, I couldn't help but be the first to help her break the "no-swimming-in-the-lake" rule by putting her toes for a quick second.