romper or what not
This holiday weekend was spent strollin’ around the hood. It got a wee bit old by Monday but overall it felt nice to slow things down and just spend time as a family.
Above pic was after a little brunch at Ted and Honey. Baby girl got a little fussy from sitting in her stroller for too long. Jonathan insisted he take a pic of me ‘cause he thought I looked cute. *awwwe* thanks J. I don’t even think to blog about clothes anymore. My head is not there.
I feel a little bad because this red romper is made out of a scratchy material and her poor little baby skin couldn’t of liked it too much. BUT the reason it is so great right now is that I have sooo little time in the morning to give two cents about what I’m wearing. Which shirt goes with which shorts? No time to think about it. A romper comes with a built in top and bottom. Once summer is over (now) I’m not sure what I’m going to do. My closet looks like a bomb went off with remnants of maternity, winter clothes I never put away shoved in corners, summer clothes that aren’t going to make it on my body this year… I’m going to need to ask J to watch the baby for an entire day just for me to sort through it all.
Anyway, I have enjoyed this romper. It was on sale at Urban Outfitters and I have got A LOT of use out of it.
Ok, I’ll be back again soon. Right now I’m more focused on my house that is a complete disaster filled with baby things that still don’t have a nice neat home tucked away from the center of our family room.
Back in Bloomers. Baby is 2 1/2 weeks old. Btw, I totally get why parents speak in weeks. Will I always speak in weeks? That annoys me. Hmm.
Anyway, aside from the discomfort of my c-section incision, my Bloomers from American Apparel are fitting. I love them. I know they are stupid looking. Looks like me and baby are both wearing diapers! Xo.
just posted but then found this picture and then had to post again.
that’s where you’ll find me
spending most of my time singing somewhere over the rainbow to her and then trying to catch some z’s.
sleeping when baby sleeps = impossible. i’d like to meet one mom who has done it successfully. below is 10pm, doesn’t count. everyone is sleeping around here by then.
p.s. i never wear makeup anymore and i’m in pj’s almost all day. H O T.
Every time I haven’t seen her in a bit, like when I wake up, I look and instantly see my Dad.
Hooray! Long story short - harder than I thought it was going to be. More rewarding than I could have ever imagined.
Madelyn Olive Crowley
21 inches long
Totally in love.
everything is still fine
still waiting. she’s on her way.
Everything is fine. Baby is going to be late.
a momentary pause
i have had a lot of back and forth going on in my head on whether or not to post the above picture. i hate it. i look tired, big, not comfortable. but it’s the honest truth. i have one week left, or so they say, and i’m looking forward to this being the last week.
i’m not going to post anymore until after the baby is here. jonathan is mad saying, “but you are working from home, you’ll have time. it’s like you’re giving up in the 9th inning!” truth is, i recognize this could be the last week where it is just me, myself and i. i want to sit and be quiet, take walks, naps, watch trash tv, read etc. i don’t want to do anything i don’t have to do or should do. soon my life will be filled with that. so thanks for reading this blog during my pregnancy. i will be back.
please pray to whatever God you believe in, jesus, buddha, jimmy buffet, or a ray of sunshine that i have a safe delivery to a very healthy baby. thanks.
original of the species
Above is a picture of my Grandmother, Madeline. Not the blonde in the middle but the brunette beauty stepping into the scene to the left.
It’s the reason I love this photo so much.
This moment was a very special time in my Grandmother’s life. She was asked to join a well-to-do friend on a cruise ship to Italy. I love that this wasn’t the norm for my Grandmother and my family. I love to imagine my very hardworking Grandfather at home kissing her on the cheek before she left, her bags packed with new clothes she bought special for herself. You see, my Grandmother was very a fashionable woman. Anyone will tell you that. But at the core, she was a loving housewife who raised 4 wonderful children. She did all the cooking and the cleaning. She was fantastic at it all.
Despite the fact that she always looked so put together, my favorite memory is of her cooking us Pizelles early in the morning, sliding across the kitchen floor in slippers and her worn-in robe. I love that in the photo you can see that perhaps she feels a little out of place on this fancy ship. Maybe only 24 hours earlier she was brushing a knot out of my Mom’s hair or making sure all the golf tees were taken out of my Grandfather’s pockets before she threw them in the wash. Her head is down, she looks a little shy, little did she know she was the most gorgeous thing in the room. Both because her outfit is perfectly put together and because of her modesty. I hope that moments after this photo was taken she let out one of her big explosive laughs. They were amazing to hear and I have luckily inherited the trait.
We plan to name our baby after her.
Living in this time, sometimes it’s hard to believe in heaven. It’s easier to believe in science. More important than all that is my hope. The dream that there is in fact a heaven where my beautiful Grandmother is waiting. She definitely deserves to be seen again.