Life: I need this outlet.

I’ve been a terrible blogger lately.

Life snuck up on me. But things have changed A LOT in my life lately and I need an outlet. Let’s see…

  1. New job
  2. Bought a house
    • House is 45 miles from old house
    • New daycare
  3. New job for Jesse
  4. Adopted two cats
    • Apparently allergic to long-haired cats

I’m adapting. The new job is wonderful but comes with its own unique challenges. Our little townhouse is great. It’s the perfect size for us at the moment with two outdoor spaces. We live much closer to my family now. But I’m super far from my friends. Perhaps one of the biggest challenges for me right now.

A new job means losing the comfort and security of the known. I had my work family and I miss them terribly. I miss my regular patrons. I even kind of miss the smell — the mix of books and homeless people and baked goods.

I know it takes time, I’ll get there with the new job. The trickiest part is that my work family also IS a large part of my Arizona family. But I love what I’m doing in my new job.

It’s so different from the public library life. There’s lots of research, more writing, less reading fun books.

But I’m still keeping a foot in the book world. I did a presentation at the beginning of summer on Sizzlin’ Summer Reads with my friend and fellow librarian, Anbolyn, and we are planning another for the fall. It’s interesting to see where our taste in books intersects and where it doesn’t. It really proves that there’s a book for every reader (and when you read it in your life can really make a difference). I’ll post more about our Summer presentation soon. (I promise!)

Happy summer!

Mommyhood: Real Life

5:30 PM
Arrive home.
No air conditioning.
It is hot.
Find batteries.
Fix it.
Place baby on tummy.
Unhappy.
Play with baby.
Notice dog has eye boogers.
Attempt to fix.
Baby burps.
Continue fixing eye of dog.
Baby burps again.
Look up.
Baby is on hardwood floor scooting around in own vomit.
Also runny nose into her mouth.
Also drooling.
Must clean baby and floor.
Get towel for floor while baby continues to be covered in goo.
Take baby to kitchen counter to disrobe baby for bath thinking just a wet diaper.
Baby has pooped.
Transport baby to living room.
Poop on baby belly and legs.
Potentially on own body.
Finally get baby to sink.
Clean baby.
Baby attempts to drink water.
Remove baby from sink and place in jammies.
Happy baby.
Think baby wants to play.
Baby wants to cry.
Covered in snot and drool.
Baby and self.
Feel inside mouth.
More teeth.
Time for bed.
Nurse baby.
Marathon, not sprint.
Baby falls asleep.
Place baby gently in crib.
Baby cries.
Pat baby on belly and make soothing sounds.
Baby screeches.
Walk out of room.
Water plants.
Baby is asleep.
7:15PM

Mommyhood: Clothes (The Struggle)

Evie
Look at all that sweetness!

We have a healthy, happy baby. She is 100% across the charts, so yeah, she’s a little larger than other babies. When I tell people my adorable little girl is six months old I get the surprised face and then the “oh she is a big girl.” Yeah…and? Just tell me she’s adorable.

The real struggle with having a happy, healthy baby though: the clothes. Some brands are made for pip-squeaks (no offense to the little guys out there). The whole Gerber line seems to be a slim-cut versus the regular cut of Circo. The MOST annoying thing is jammies. At Target (the place I shop most) snap-front pajamas only go up to size nine months. The Carter’s (and all of the many labels under the Carter’s name) 9 month sizes fit up to 28.5 inches and 20.5 pounds. Guess who’s baby was measuring 20 pounds and 28 inches at her last doctor’s appointment. Her little chunky thighs come busting out of her jammies most nights.

I’m not ready for my six month old to wear pajama separates. I want her to wear snap-front footie pajamas for as long as possible. Zipper-jammies are annoying because they have that one leg you have to struggle to get in/out. Plus, the bigger the pajamas, the skinnier the baby needs to be (or so it seems). I tried putting her in some 12-month zip-front jammies and she was like a little sausage.

Pool time!
I opted for a one piece this year…no need to scare people with my I-just-had-a-baby belly yet. Plus this one is really easy for nursing.

And swimsuits…for my chunk o’baby? Hah! I bought one at Gymboree in a 6-12 month size. Yeah…it was returned. Even the swim bottoms we bought are a challenge to put on her. But at least I know that if she poops in the pool, it’s not leaking out around her thighs!

The struggle is real.

I guess shopping for clothes is a problem a tall girl can have at any age.

I’m not even going to get into the troubles I have finding clothes these days. Can I just wear my maternity clothes forever? Stretchy waists are where it’s at!

 

March Recap

It’s so hard to find time to update anything. How do those mommy bloggers do it? Is that all they do? Do they sleep?

So…March…Evie grew. We went to the zoo. Evie had her first sleepover with Auntie V and Syd.

I guessed the final two and the winner of the Tournament of Books. So yeah. Obviously my life is super fascinating.

We read a book to Evie one night and she giggled out loud.  Needless to say we’ve tried everything to recreate that experience. She really does love Please Mr Panda.

I am going to be better about posting. I always think, “I should write about that.” Then it doesn’t happen. Evie gets hungry or I need to shower or the dishes need to be washed or Evie gets bored and needs attention.

February Recap

This has been  a busy month. I went back to work and am still catching up on everything. I feel like I might never get caught up.

I feel like I’ve finally gotten my reading mojo back. Of course, I’m not reading as much as I did pre-pregnancy, but I finished four books this month!

Evie is growing like a weed. She’s so smart and so sweet and so cute. She had her first photoshoot last weekend with Auntie Cassy. The photos are gorgeous (a sneak peek below).  Seriously, if you’re in the Phoenix area looking for a photographer, give Cassy a call. <3

 

"Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life." – Mark Twain