What makes me smile.

tagged train stop bench. the 'i' is dotted with a heart. what?
What makes me smile.

tagged train stop bench. the 'i' is dotted with a heart. what?
(and 4th, 3rd, 2nd and 1st.)

january 5th - what i wore.

january 4th - letterbox.

january 3rd - what i adore.

january 2nd - breakfast.

january 1st - me.
Hi! I’m back again! How’s your mom? Great.
I haven’t done new year’s resolutions in a few years, so I figure I’ll give them a shot. I’m going to try to keep it simple, but I think we all know this will fall apart by mid-February. It’s the thought that counts though, AMIRIGHT?
Hokay.
Also, must stop using swears in front of Abbers, or letting her watch non-kid friendly stuff. We had been letting her watch Family Guy (we’re up for a parenting award, I’m aware) and unfortunately she started watching the Christmas episode. After the episode was nearly over (the plot was Stewie wanted to kill Santa – TOTALLY kid friendly) we turned it off after realizing it was not even close to appropriate for her. But not before she started saying “Kill Santa!” Right. No more swears. Or Family Guy. Keep it clean.
So in addition to (Christ on a cracker, what the hell do I think I’m doing?) making sure everything’s picked up before I go to bed, I want to dump all my photos onto the computer, and craft a post or two a week. It doesn’t seem that hard, even though lately I know it is. But I am really going to try. And I think I might try a little blog makeover this year. Could be fun, right?
Wow. Okay. That’s a lot. But really it isn’t. And in the long run, these will help me feel more productive and like a real human being again. That would be awesome.
Are you attempting resolutions this year?
Merry totally belated Christmas.

Three hours and one effed up shoulder later, we have this.

I have to say, I love it. I got choked up when I started taking apart her crib/toddler bed. When the hubs and I brought the pieces down to the basement, I wondered if we’d ever put it back together again. (I made sure to separate all the screws and bolts and label them accordingly, so I don’t curse the day I ever took it apart. You know, just in case.) And then I started feeling panicky and sweaty so I decided to worry more about getting an Ikea bed assembled and less about procreation and the next five years of my life.
Anyway, Abby loves her new NEW big girl bed.

Today, we are starting another new chapter in Abby’s life. The REAL big girl bed.
She’s been sleeping in her crib-turned-toddler bed quite well, but with the recent (and successful, might I add) removal of bottles from the bedtime routine, the focus is now majorly on book reading. And she is almost too big to be held in the rocking chair anymore, so we’ve been reading to her in bed. Mostly, I’ve been laying in her effing crib reading to her. (Go ahead and picture that in your mind. Now imagine me trying to get out of her bed without waking her. It’s slapstick comedy at best.)
Anyway, I started moving things around in her room to accommodate said big girl bed. Here’s an in-progress photo shoot:

I’ll update again while in progress. Wish us luck. Ikea can be a bear on Sundays.
So, I technically wore this yesterday, but Melania suggested I link up today – so here it is!

Gold Sweater – Target
Plaid Scarf – Metropark (now defunct but apparently returning)
Striped Tank – Macy’s
Grey Skinny Jeans – Banana Republic
Boots – Aldo
**Side note: My dear friend Jen, aka The Next Martha, pointed out to me that this photo implies an “outtie.” I can see that. Let me be the first to tell you that I do not, in fact, have an outtie. I blame the horrific, nightmarish lighting in the women’s room on the 6th floor of my building. It is a force to be reckoned with.
Whoops. I did that thing where I got writers block and then all the sudden it’s been a month since I posted.
‘Tis the season for lots of family and friends and activities and anxiety.
Let’s not call this a comeback, as LL Cool J might. Lord knows I said that before and then I vanished again.
Anyway – CATCH-UP! In LIST VERSION!
Ahhh, so that’s what’s happened in the past month. Also Thanksgiving. But obviously that was just food.
Next post will be a shit-ton of photos from the last month. Hopefully it won’t be Christmas by the time those are up.
Today, Abigail turned two. Or as she would like to have you know, “Monday.”
For the last few weeks we’ve been asking her how old she’s going to be, or how old she is…the answer is always “Monday.”
We don’t understand why, but that’s the way it is.
So to my lovely ladybug, the love of my life, my sunshine on cloudy days…

…I’m so happy to be the mama of a little girl who’s Monday.