pedicure

When your feet look dastardly and husband isn't home, 

you go with your friend to get pedicures.

It's in the rule book.

And the fabulous pedicure ladies rub your feet and you make weird noises and talk a lot {like you're supposed to in salons} and come out feeling prettier on the other side.

And then said friend takes you home so you can eat pancakes and homemade frozen yogurt.

 And you swear that this must happen at least once more before M-day arrives. 

Kind of like D-day ... except that you move. 

Thanks for the best afternoon Ash!
You're adorable and we know it. 

working mom

I've been thinking lately about working moms. Mostly because I plan on being one of them. I feel blessed that my particular field of work in design will allow me to work from home while still being able to spend the day with our sweet baby AND develop those domestic skills that are essentially an embarrassment to women everywhere.

But sometimes I wonder if I'll ever miss "going into the office" or working in that creative space and bouncing ideas off those creative minds that I've enjoyed so much during my college career.  If that would be fulfilling in other ways that working from home, propped up on my laptop for hours, isn't. {You know, not that bouncing ideas off myself isn't awesome. No one can rate me on the lame idea scale from 1-10}

OR 

If maybe it will be enough. More than enough. And I'll be so happy at home that I won't even have a second thought about it, and I'll be a domestic mommy queen whose propped up laptop in bed is the best thing ever because it doesn't require any pants. Office Shmoffice. And I'll look back on this post and say "what poppy-cock!" in a very British accent.

what say you working moms? stay-at-home moms? future moms?

spill.

To Do List

 Shoes: c/o Threadsence, Skirt: c/o Threadsence, Belt: Delias, Top: Thrifted, Necklace: Greene and Sunset

1. Don't cry when dropping off husband. He's going to find us a place to live! His lack of a return ticket is a good thing! yay! HAPPY THOUGHTS!
2. Figure out a yoga routine. Or some kind of awkward ball exercise that preggos are supposed to be doing at this point. 
3. Plan meals for this week so I don't eat bowls of cereal for breakfast lunch and dinner. {Which is what always happens when husband goes out of town}
4. Schedule apartment tours and about 5 million other things for him to do in DC. Working him to the bone somehow makes me feel less lonely. ;)
5. Make a whole batch of crepes that I don't have to share. heh. heh
6. Go to class I guess
7. Not ignore the giant bin of clothes in the second bedroom.
8. mmmm ... still don't do the dishes.
9. Find a graduation dress
10. Eat all of my homework

How I knew it was going to be him

{via}

Written April 27, 2011
Dear Baby,
I had a dream about you last night. And in my dream, you were a boy. Are you a boy? With a head of blonde hair and little pink, pouty baby lips that never quite close? In my dream, I’ve never been happier. Just being with you made my heart want to burst wide open and wrap itself around you. Which sounds a little crazy. But that’s the only way I can describe it.
Last week, we got to see you for the first time at the doctor’s office. Your heartbeat was so fast and your little legs and arms {or rather … stubs. Don’t worry. You’ll get bigger} loved to kick. I looked at you and couldn’t stop laughing. You were really in there. Inside me. And you were mine.
Except the funny thing is, sometimes it’s hard to remember that you’re real. I’ve been your momma for 10 weeks now, but my tummy is still pretty small … kind of looks like I just ate a lot. Which I have been. Apparently, you have a taste for a limited variety of foods. Like pickles and broccoli at least 5 times a day.
Anyway, as strange as this may sound, that dream made you real to me. And love you. More than I thought was ever possible. So there it is little baby. I’m officially yours. You already have my heart wrapped around your little centimeter long finger. Your dad loves that I think you’re a boy now. {I wanted a girl a little bit, before last night} But now I want you, the baby in my dream, more than anything.

Can't wait to meet you. And your blonde little head that I already love so much.

xo

i don't know why everybody says that little girls are the most fun to shop for

Cause I'm just gettin itchy over here with all the ridiculous cuteness there is out there for my boy. {my boy!}

I'm not even gonna tell you the kind of crazy that's in my brain for this nursery

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Thumbs up

 Turns out, my mothers instinct ROCKS

cause it's a little boy in there!!

Already, he seems to be quite pleased with himself.

apparently, the man's a salesman

 Jeans: Gap, Button up: Old Navy, Top: c/o Threadcase, Sunnies: Cassettes - The Yo, Bangle/Necklace: Greene and Sunset

 Husband sold our very first baby car this past weekend. One second he says, "I'm just gonna go out and talk to this guy about the car real quick ... be right back" and the next he walks through the door as I watch our car drive away through the window. 

Sometimes when I get really mad, I call husband "Poulton". 

That's when he knows things are getting serious.

Well.

POULTON didn't even let me say bye. He just let it drive off.

The car that we had that one favorite date at the drive-in

And went on our honeymoon with

And drove to the east coast and back

With midnight burger runs

And sunday drives

And to school and back every day for 3 years

And hanky panky

And long talks

The car that said "Just Married"

... just drove away. 

Sad face.

It's a good thing I'm really bad at staying mad for very long.

camping at green canyon

For this particular outdoor experience, we went with our church for a little group camping. And while the bump and I were nervous about spending the night without our precious Sleep Number, the little camping invitation stuck on our door said that dinner and breakfast would be provided. And in this house, saying no to homemade dutch oven cooking is against the law. 

So we went. And we set up our tent.

I was very helpful of course.

Everybody socialized in the lovely green canyon.

And we cooked marshmallows ...

while we waited for our huckleberry cobbler to finish cooking.

We also had our first giant marshmallow experience. The graham cracker could not contain its voluptuousness.

When it was too dark and cold for any more socializing, we headed back to our tent for some flashlight faces and another round of ranch corn nuts and peanut butter m&ms.

First, husband slept on the ground, and I slept on our blow-up twin mattress. But sleeping is hard when you don't have any hairy man legs to rub your cold feet on. So we both tried to squeeze into the mummy bag on the twin. The bump tried to make it work, it really did. But eventually husband ended up back on the ground. Sad face.

Bright and early at 6:30 the next morning, all the brave parents ... and me and husband were the first ones up.

I think this means we're ready ...

Speaking of ready ... you like how I still cut up my pancakes like I'm 5?

Overall, we loved it. But the bump and its counter parts told husband that we probably won't be going again unless our bed comes too.

See you NEXT summer, tent.

Happy Father's Day to all the Pops!

To my Dad: I've loved all of our talks. I've loved pictures of us together like this. I've loved spending time with you throughout the years, like going on that awesome daddy-daughter camp out way back when or sitting out on the porch during high school. I've loved that you still call me up just to say hey. I love that you taught me some of my favorite tricks - like how to make those delicious corn tortilla chips that I've been eating way too much of. I love that we're gonna be so close to you again soon. I love that you always know the right things to say. I love that my husband thinks you're the coolest. {I love that my baby will too.} And I love you! Muah. Muah! Have the best Father's Day!!

To my FIL: {and the other best grandpa I know} I feel like I'm you're very own daughter. I never could have asked for a better family to marry into. You're always the best guy for a good laugh or some solid advice. Thanks for raising my mister to become such a good man. He's the best as you know. And I can only imagine that he's going to be an extraordinary dad, just like you. We both love you so much! Happy Father's Day!

To my baby daddy ;): I'm so excited to be starting this family with you. With as much as you already love and take care of me, I can only imagine how this little person is going sweep in and change both our lives and ideas about love. I'm so excited to watch you in this new role you're about to take on. Watching you change throughout the years, and take on your role as this sweet, sweet husband of mine ... I just can't wait to see what fatherhood looks like on you. You and this little person - a match made in heaven I'm sure. I love you with all my heart Mister P. You are one of the greatest men I know. Happy Father's Day!

Awkward and Awesome Thursday!!

Top: UO, Dress: c/o Shopmamie Boots: Hunter

Awkward:

- Flinging open the door the second the post lady and my box of Hunters got to my porch. "I've been waiting for you" has never sounded creepier

- The girls were kinda bigger than the corset top of this dress allowed for. You know what I mean ... that awkie underboobage ... but hey, I didn't have to wear a bra so what do I care? Besides. It'll be perfect for after the babe sucks their coolness away. Tear.
- This random guy sizing up my outfit yesterday says to me, "I bet you're a cat lady aren't you?" K. #1 Who are you? #2 I bet YOU'RE  a cat lady ... And you're not even a lady! BAM!
My retorts need some work.

 - Sleepwalking. To go "lock" the front door ... or rather unlock it. I am a sleeping Creeper McCreeperson. And poor husband. He's the sleeping Sherlock Holmes.
- The #$@! bugs that keep biting in all the wrong places. Bugs, it's cool if I itch my arm ... so feel free ... bite my arm. Bugs, it is not cool if I itch my armpit. Then I look like some kind of an orangutan. Oh yes ... a pregnant orangutan. The kind that people look at and say, "It's her again. The itchy one .... everybody ruuuuuuuuuuunnnnn." And then they run.
- Listening to "cool people" music and starting to dance. And then remembering this maternal bump I have growing on me. Apparently, "shorty" is not able to get lo, lo, lo anymore. Shorty will resume getting lo in approximately 5 months.
- Oh yes. And I wore this shirt twice in a row. I just moved three spaces, right into style blogging jail.

Awesome:
-  Walking around on a perfectly sunny day in my new green rain boots. Knowing that the SECOND an evil rain drop even thinks about falling, I have the ability to karate chop it in the head.
- Catching husband reading his daddy book. And HIM bringing up the topic of our birth plan and what kind of ENVIRONMENT we want in our birthing room. Who is this person?
- A freshly detailed car. What is it about them that makes you want to sit on a grocery sack with your feet in the air?
- When husband felt our babe move for the first time this week, it transformed the babe from an "it" to "the three of us".
- The campout we're going on tomorrow!! yipeeeeeeee
- This kid of ours is a crazy person when I'm hungry. That's how husband knows that at 2 in the morning, I will easily down two cheese sticks, a bowl full of cottage cheese and strawberries and a bunch of trail mix ... even if I don't know it. Of course, followed immediately by two pees, and a still tummy
= baby's happy

if you happen to be flying delta this month...

... I hope you don't mind if my little face keeps you company

P.S. If my moment of glory is just too microscopic for you to tell ... I'm the one that's about the size of that purple vegetable. Squinting may help in this case.

{Delta Sky Magazine - June 2011}

four in the afternoon

Shoes: Gap, Shorts: Gap jeans cutoff, Top: UO, Sunnies: Cassettes - The Yo

Yesterday we decided that it was a little too beautiful to be inside, so we took a break from homework and rode to the park. Or rather, I took a break from homework and Husband took a break from watching me do it.

Freakin graduate.

There happened to be a sno-shack along the way. I also happened to have $1.25 in my pocket. 

My pocket was so rich. But now it's poor. 

Then we rode by the carousel {that finally turned on} and the kiddies playing at the mini water park.

And we had races on the swings to see who could get the highest. 

I always win that game.

Husband says it's because I'm a "good pumper"

I've been waiting my whole life to impress a man with my pumping skills

The happy day has come my friends.

what's it gonna be?

If all parts cooperate {I'm talking to you child. show us the goods!}, we're going to be finding out what our little nugget is next week!! 

So what say you?

Will it be a girl or a boy?? ...

... soon to transform into a glorious ham

Vote in the poll on the left!

s'mores

Saturday night we got together with some friends for a little dinner and s'more action. The girls sat and chatted on the picnic blanket while the boys did manly stuff like start fires and carry around big sticks for no particular reason.

the big stick thing must've worked out though

yum