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How to Get Your Children to Sleep through the Night

How to Get Your Children to Sleep Through the Night

So now that I have your attention, I have some disappointing news to share. I do not know how to get your children to sleep through the night. And after welcoming my second baby last year, I have finally figured out the truth.

“Sleeping through the night” is a myth. A fucking myth. It’s like the Santa Claus of parenthood. We want to believe that this is a real thing – that it does exist somewhere in a magical sleep filled land – but in our hearts, we know the truth. It’s all a big lie. Children do not sleep through the night.

And the older you get, the more children you have, the more you come to realize the truth. You will literally never sleep through the night again.

I find the phrase, "sleep like  baby" insanely ironic. Babies don't sleep for shit, people. Just saying.

I find the phrase, “sleep like baby” insanely ironic. Babies don’t sleep for shit, people. Just saying.

Our pediatricians tell us this sad lie is for two important reasons: marketing and money. That’s right. You clicked this post, didn’t you?? You read the title, “How to get your children to sleep through the night” and you rejoiced and you clicked it. It sucked you in the moment you saw it. You prayed that I was going to tell you exactly how to solve your sleepless problems. Because we are taught that children actually sleep through the night, we are desperate to read, buy, and believe anything that “the experts” have to say about how to make this unrealistic miracle happen.

Years ago, some douche bag doctor decided that he would lie to parents, tell them that if they bought his book and followed his instructions, their kids would sleep. And then he giggled as parent after parent sought after his advice, purchased his materials, and slaved over the 5 S’s of sleeping (shushing, side sleeping, swaddling, blah blah blah). Well screw you, Harvey. That shit doesn’t work.

I was just like you. I googled “healthy sleep habits.” Once, I even considered speaking with a sleep consultant. What the hell is a sleep consultant, you ask??? Someone who you pay to tell you lies about how to get your child to sleep through the night.

I prayed that my baby would sleep. And when he didn’t, I told myself that eventually, he would not be a baby anymore and he would learn to sleep. But every time your children tease you with one night of decent sleep – and by decent I mean a five hour stretch – some shit storm happens and it disappears as quickly as it ever arrived. Teething, illness, a chilly bedroom, too much light, not enough light, loud noises. Who knows? Anything and everything will keep your baby from sleeping.

Then your baby will get older, transition from a crib to a bed, and realize that they can actually get up and walk around at night. Good fucking luck.

At age three and four, they become scared of their own fucking shadows and are absolutely incapable of even falling asleep in their bedrooms. Monsters under the bed. Night time potty training. The list goes on.

And don’t you dare think that when they are teenagers, you will finally get to catch up on some zzz’s. It’s true – teenagers like to sleep all day long, but they also like to stay out all night – which will most definitely keep you up as you lay in your bed and worry that they are getting drunk and breaking laws and making children of their own.

So just accept it. It’s never going to happen. Your rested life as you know it is over. Give up and learn to drink coffee.

You’re welcome.

The Parenting Pendulum

A pendulum is a weight that is suspended from a pivot so that it can swing freely back and forth. When resting, it sits quietly in its equilibrium position. Now let me just say that this info came straight from Wikipedia, solely because I failed physics in high school and barely passed it in college. It looks like a simple object to me, but is definitely characterized by some complicated physics shit that I will never seem to fully grasp (gravity, force, acceleration, blah blah blah….).

My life as a parent feels very similar to what I can observe and understand about the pendulum. Parenting may seem simple, but is often more complicated than can ever be described. As a mother of two who works full time, I am constantly swung in separate directions, feeling myself pulled by the forces of both career and raising kids.

When I had my first child, I struggled with finding the balance between being my best as a mother and an employee – as I’m sure almost every parent does. I felt the mom guilt sweeping over my skin well before my sparse eight weeks of maternity leave came to an end. I was unhappy in my position at work in general, and in the end, I decided it wasn’t worth losing the time with my son. I quit, stayed home a few days a week, and spent a few days watching another mother’s children to make some extra cash so that I could afford to be away from “work.”

Luckily, I fell into my dream job two years ago. With this brought the financial ability to welcome another child – which ironically has also created my current dilemma. Between caring for two children and upholding my responsibilities as a full time employee, I am constantly swinging in opposite directions. As I care for my kids, a small part of my brain is still carrying the energy from work – the stress, the demands. When I’m at work, a large part of my heart is hurting to be with my children who need me, especially when they are sick, tired, or sad to see me go.

It’s a constant struggle – passing my attention back and forth between the two things that I care so much about. I’ve worked my ass off to earn a Master’s degree in Education and I’ve finally landed the position I’ve dreamed about – the position that has allowed me to afford to have a second child in the first place. But sadly, the ludicrous cost of childcare in this country combined with the lack of reliable options makes things even more challenging. I refuse to give up my career, because it keeps me sane many days, but I still find it hard to give 100% of my time, attention, and energy to my kids and my career at any given time.

As mentioned before, when the pendulum is not moving, it sits in its resting, equilibrium position. One thing that I know for sure is that in motherhood, there is often no resting position. Whether we work full time, work from home, work as a full time mother, or some crazy combination of these things, maybe the answer to this never ending struggle is to find our equilibrium. As my parenting pendulum swings forcefully from side to side between home and work, I am going to make it my goal to slow down every once in a while and find my resting place.

The End of an Era

Early this spring, I went through a major nesting phase in prep for welcoming Gannon into our family. We redid our kitchen, which was totally insane to do whilst nine months pregnant. Having a construction zone for a kitchen while trying to prepare for a baby wasn’t totally ideal, but we really wanted to upgrade a little bit before the baby arrived. And mostly, I wanted to install a dishwasher because hand washing and sterilizing bottles by hand is a total bitch. Thus ensued  the kitchen remodel.

A month later, Gannon arrived. And about six weeks after that, despite the kick ass dishwasher and the gorgeous new kitchen, we realized that our house was slowly getting smaller. It’s not that we don’t have enough square footage per se, but our house is old and the layout is very choppy. When I’m cooking in the kitchen, I can’t see the kids. The entire house is hardwood (tricky for setting down a tiny baby) and our massive wood burning fireplace is just begging for someone to bust their face on the surrounding brick. So, even though we finally finished redoing our little kitchen, we considered the fact that we might eventually need to move.

It all happened really fast after that. I swear, we decided to meet with a realtor “just to talk” about our options. One thing led to another and two weeks later, we listed. Our house sold four days after that. The only thing more shocking that could possibly have taken place would have been finding out that we were pregnant with another baby (which thankfully was not the case).

The end of an era. We will always love this old house!

The end of an era. We will always love this old house!

After it settled in that we were actually moving, we set out to find a new house. You can imagine what that process was like – stalking the MLS, setting up appointments, and dragging two kids under four years old to showing after showing.

We found a house we absolutely loved and we made an appointment to see it early one Saturday morning.  After fifteen minutes of touring the home, the baby was due to eat. My husband and our realtor took Grey outside to check out the backyard so that I could feed Gannon in private. I sat in the living room of this house, breastfeeding on someone else’s couch. Between the tour, debating whether or not this place would fit all of our shit, and feeding the baby, we’d spent the better half of the morning hanging in this house. By the time we got out of there and got the kids strapped in their car seats, Grey decided he had to take a shit. Our realtor kindly unlocked the door and let us back inside. As I used the last of this stranger’s toilet paper to wipe Grey’s ass that day, I realized that trying to move with small children might have been a mistake.

I honestly feel like we accidentally sold our house, but even so, I know it is the right thing. We are finally moving within a few miles of work and the kids’ daycare. We are half hour closer to my family who will be just under an hour away. And we will have a much more open, airy space for our kids to enjoy. I’m excited, terrified, stressed, overwhelmed, and nervous. Besides his occasional tantruming, Grey is handling the transition of welcoming a new baby and moving into a new house pretty damn well. And while I will always love our first home – the house that my wedding photos were taken in, the house that my babies came home to – I know that our new place will be our forever home. Here’s to the holidays, the new house, and to new memories.

I will miss that gorgeous fireplace (except for when the kids are constantly trying to injure themselves near it).

I will miss that gorgeous fireplace (except for when the kids were constantly trying to injure themselves near it).

Our first family photos in our lovely family room, which inevitably became known as the "play room."

Our first family photos with Grey in our lovely family room, which inevitably became known as the “play room.”

 

I will miss Gannon's nursery, but my husband swears he will repaint the kickass beige stripes we put on his wall behind the crib.

I will miss Gannon’s nursery, but my husband swears he will repaint the kickass beige stripes we put on his wall behind the crib (right, Matt??).

Siri: My Preschooler’s New Personal Assistant

I saw some article on my Facebook newsfeed the other day that mentioned that four year olds ask an average of 437 questions per day. My immediate thought was, “Is that all?” In my house, it certainly feels like about four times that amount. I start my day with the intention of being patient, answering my son’s questions, and appreciating his curiosity. By noon, I start ignoring him, nodding my head and smiling to anything and everything that comes out of his mouth. At least I’m still pretending to be interested at that point, right? At 4PM, I’m almost always responding to everything with, “I don’t know,” or, “because I said so,” while guzzling wine and praying for my husband to roll in from work to save me from the four year old interrogation.

Then, a few weeks ago, I came up with a genius idea. My kid’s two favorite things in the world are as follows: asking pointless questions and playing on my cell phone. I finally realized that I could solve my conversational kid problems by introducing him to the one thing in the world solely designed to answer questions (on a cell phone, nonetheless): Siri.

photo via http://appadvice.com/

photo via http://appadvice.com/

Listening to my son speak to Siri was one of the most hilarious things I have witnessed as a parent. Between the uselessness of his questions and the fact that Siri could hardly understand a thing he was saying due to his rapid fire question asking, I got to witness some comical responses from the trademarked “Intelligent Personal Assistant.” Below are a random sample of the type of things my four year old felt it necessary to ask Miss Siri.

1.) Whats your middle name?

2.) So, what’s the best poker?

3.) What’s the best baseball team again?

4.) What are handcuffs for policemans for?

5.) What are you going to be for Halloween Siri? Because it’s almost Halloween.

6.) What is the hairiest dog? I have a big dog.

7.) What’s the best baby?

8.) What’s the best computer that can do anything?

9.) What the best website on street number ?

10.) What’s that big cord for?

11.) What’s in there?

12.) Why is it dark out in the morning?

13.) How old are you? How old are you? How old are you, Siri?

14.) Where’s Daddy? Where is my Daddy?

15.) When is the red thing going to come to my hand?

16.) What’s the biggest lion at the zoo? Hahahah.

17.) What’s the best circus player?

18.) Let’s get out.

19.) Why? Why? Why, Mom?

20.) Why is Mom writing down all the funny things I told you?

 

After about twenty minutes of this nonsense, my son handed my phone back to me and said, “Mom, she stopped answering. I think I knocked her out.”

No hard feelings, Siri. After 427 questions, I give up, too.

Zoo Boo with Two

I think it’s safe to say that getting out of the house with any amount of children is a challenge. It was difficult with only one. And it’s about twice as difficult with two. The easiest thing to do would be to become a recluse and avoid public parenting appearances at all cost, but I promised myself that I’d conquer my crowd anxiety and take my kids out even after this baby arrived. I don’t want my three year old to miss out on all of the fun events that he’s used to attending, like play dates and parties, even though dragging an infant along can make things a little complicated. So today, I faced one of my fears, packed up the kids, and went to Zoo Boo – an annual trick or treating event at our local zoo.

I have to say, I’ve done a kick ass job of getting myself to events with our weekly playgroup. A newborn is actually relatively portable in the beginning, since they sleep the majority of time you are out and about. But today, I knew this whole Zoo Boo business would be a little bit more difficult than the average play date. It was chilly outside, the event would last at least a few hours, and I knew my three year old would be missing his nap time. Any event that spans several hours requires a massive amount of packing, plus the weather was a little iffy, so we’d need to plan for chilly conditions. Every ounce of my wanted to bail, sending my husband with my three year old so that I could spend some quiet time at home with my cozy baby, but I really didn’t want to miss out.

Here’s the thing about braving cold weather with kids. I not only have to find the warm coats, hats and gloves, but I also have to battle my three year old to actually put it on. Then there are the costumes to consider. I spent at least a half hour trying to convince Grey that Superman definitely wears a winter hat AND he pees before he puts on his costume, belt, and coat. Once all that was taken care of, I attempted to put the baby in his dinosaur suit, but then realized that strapping a kid in a costume into a tiny car seat is pretty much a sweaty shit show.

Not to mention, wrestling an infant out of his chintzy, one piece dinosaur get up in order to change his diaper in a dirty public bathroom sounded pretty intense. And so, I said screw the costume for the baby. This is what happens with baby number two. Convenience over cuteness.

My attempt at the infant dino costume. We didn't get passed the head piece.

My attempt at the infant dino costume. We didn’t get passed the head piece.

Overall, the afternoon was pretty awesome. The highlights included seeing an official group of adults dressed in “authentic, professional-grade” Star Wars costumes (which I thought was absolutely hilarious and my son thought was terrifying), witnessing a scandalous mother dressed as “sexy witch” complete with a short skirt and fishnet stockings, and watching my husband and his guy friend get mistaken as a couple when a Zoo employee offered to take a “family” photo for them by the scarecrow display (which turned out rather cute, if you ask me).

As I made my way out of the zoo through crowds of overtired, sugared up, screaming children – including at least six different crying kids in Elsa costumes – I felt proud of myself for both braving the crowd and even having some fun. Despite the stress and the chaos, I just might bring the kids back next year.

Happy Halloween!

My little Superman (in his hat and coat).

My little Superman (in his hat, coat, and cape).

My First Post-Baby Post

Four years ago, my husband and I were getting ready to welcome our first child into our family. We were still enjoying long nights of uninterrupted sleep and hours of free time spent preparing for our tiny addition. We were 26 and 27 – what many would probably consider young for having a child nowadays – but we were excited. With a few months to go, we couldn’t wait to meet our little bundle of joy.

Reality set in when we brought Greyson home from the hospital in February of 2012. We had no idea what we were doing. We were both overwhelmed and in over our heads. We missed free time, happy hours, and daily trips to the gym. And after eight months of feeling like an absolute mess of a mother, The Honest Mommy began.

My blog became a way for me to vent about my insecurities as a new mother. As it turned out, lots of friends and strangers began following my stories and I felt less alone – I realized that what I was going through, the feelings of being inadequate and frazzled, were more the norm than the exception.

Fast forward three years, I am back to working full time during the day, and recently welcomed our second baby, Gannon (which explains my absence from regular blogging). It’s not that I ran out of things to say, I’ve just run out of time to say them.  But last night, as I looked around my room at the explosion of baby gear, teething toys, breast pumps, overflowing garbages filled with dirty diapers, I started feeling the need to share my experiences of life with two. I can’t promise I will find the time to post every week, considering the majority of my free time now goes to shoving a quick meal in my mouth and catching up on as much shut eye as possible – but I’ll do my best to fill you in on the craziness of working full time while caring for two active baby boys.

So far, I’ve realized that caring for two kids is very similar to caring for one. However, life has become a game of carefully calculated choices. Let me explain.

After Grey was born, I definitely felt like my life was a shit show the majority of the time. Nonetheless, I did find the time to shower regularly, get dressed most days, and even got my hair cut and colored every so often. With only one child, you can utilize nap time – two hours of blissful child-free time and space each day. Additionally, it’s easy (and less expensive) to find a sitter to watch one child, so my husband and I even got out once in a while. I remember seeing a mother out in public whose children looked well rested and dressed adorably only to find that the poor woman looked as though she hadn’t slept in a decade even though she was wearing pajamas that look as though she’d been wearing them for days. It wasn’t until I had a second child that I realized the cause for such confusion. Life with two (or more) – it’s all about the choices. You dress the kids or you dress yourself. Clearly, that mom I witnessed – she chose the kids.

My days have become very similar. In the mornings, I have time to put on makeup or to blow dry my hair. I can shave my legs or brush my teeth. I can stop for coffee after dropping the kids at daycare or I can be on time to work. I can make them dinner or I can make myself dinner (because god forbid we all eat the same thing for once). I can grab a snack or I can pour myself a glass of wine. You get the idea. At this very moment, I’m deciding between finishing this blog or picking up the baby who is beginning to fuss in the swing. And in this game of choices, most of the time, the children win.

The work is similar – bath times, bed times, bottles, diapers – but the amount of time per day that I have to get anything done seems to have been cut in half. It may be a while before I leave the house in which myself and both my children are fed, dressed, and well-rested. I probably won’t have an evening when both the laundry and the dishes are done at the same time. And I may never again have the time to paint my nails and pluck my eye brows in the same week. But when it comes down to it, and I look at my boys playing together on the floor, I have to say that so far, it’s totally worth it.

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The Main Event: The New Kids on the Block Giveaway

UPDATE: And the winner is…..

Angela M.! Thanks so much for entering – I have e-mailed you the instructions for collecting your prize.

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Last year, I had an AMAZING opportunity to partner up with my friends over at Cottonelle to attend New York’s hottest event: Fashion Week. And not only did I attend – I actually got to participate. That’s right – if you recall, I rocked a dress made entirely of Cottonelle toilet paper on the runway alongside a bunch of other bloggers and celebrity mommies in the one and only, The Fashionable Mom Show. It was an amazing event, the chance of a lifetime, and a total blast.

Luckily, Cottonelle and I have the chance to partner up again to bring an awesome event to YOU! And trust me, if I didn’t have a newborn at home, I’d be hitting this event up myself. But since I am knee deep in around the clock breastfeeding sessions and running on an average 3.5 hours of sleep every night (plus about a million cups of coffee), I am going to pass this opportunity along to my trusted followers.

So here’s what’s up.

This year, Cottonelle is teaming up with one of the hottest bands of all time. This group of studs sold more than 80 million albums worldwide — including back-to-back international #1 songs. “They were Forbes highest paid entertainers of 1990, beating out Michael Jackson and Madonna. The band boasted an extensive and highly profitable merchandise line which included everything from lunch boxes and sleeping bags to comic books, marbles and dolls.” They are, the one and only, the original boy band, THE NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!”

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And what exactly are they trying to do?? Cottonelle and NKOTB are working together to “clean up” the concert scene by encouraging concert goers to “put an end to the pop-culture phenomenon of underwear throwing at concerts. The commando-themed concert is part of a larger effort by the toilet paper brand to let people know that only Cottonelle has CleanRipple texture to get you clean, giving you the confidence to go commando.”

That’s right, ladies. Rather than tossing your undies on stage, why not just leave them at home?!? And the only way to possibly #GoCommando is to be sure you are #Cottonelle clean. By using Cottonelle’s CleanRipple products, such as the Cottonelle toilet paper and flushable cleansing cloth products, you can be confident enough to #GoCommando too. Read more about Cottonelle and TNKOTB by clicking here.

Cottonelle Go Commando Concert with New Kids on the Block

So what’s in it for you?! Cottonelle has so generously offered one pair of tickets to The Main Event: The New Kids on the Block concert taking place in my hometown, Buffalo, NY, on 7/2/2015. By entering my giveaway below, you can win these TWO FREE TICKETS to attend this kick ass event.

While I am sad I can’t be the one going commando at the concert, I’m pumped to be able to bring you this opportunity. Enter below in the next 24-hours and be sure to check your e-mail to find out who the lucky winner will be! Good luck and be sure to share this with all your friends!

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Is there a sexy side to pregnancy?

Maybe it’s just me, but pregnancy is not one of those times in my life when I’ve felt my most attractive. I’m sure there are women (and men) out there who find pregnancy to be very natural and sexy, but for the most part, I feel…. frumpy. To me, there is nothing seductive about elastic waistband pants and shirts embellished with stretchy seams to accommodate my ever-growing belly.

I find maternity clothes (and all clothes, really) to be constraining and uncomfortable during pregnancy, which means I typically end up sporting my bathrobe or the baggiest sweatpants I can find the minute I get back from work each day. Since I arrive home about an hour before my husband, he usually finds me lounging in my comfiest clothing while cooking dinner by the time he pulls in from work around 6:00. The other night, for some strange reason, I happened to actually be wearing jeans and a cute sweater. He commented on how nice I looked – and it totally hit me that he probably hasn’t seen me in anything but elastic for at least a month.

There are plenty of other problems beyond the issue of finding cute and comfortable clothing to accommodate the 20 extra pounds of weight around my middle. It’s pretty difficult to paint your toe nails when you haven’t been able to reach your feet in weeks. I mean, just getting socks and shoes on in the morning while a tiny human kicks me in ribs is challenging enough. And attempting to shave my legs is like an acrobatic routine that I’d just rather not endure on a regular basis.

I’ve seen some women sharing maternity photos on social media of themselves dressed in nearly nothing – showing off their gorgeous figures and their precious pregnancy “glow.” Check out this photo Vanessa Lachey shared on Twitter during her pregnancy in 2012.

Vanessa Lachey - Photo courtesy of http://blog.thebump.com/2012/06/21/its-a-boy-for-vanessa-nick-lachey/

Vanessa Lachey – Photo courtesy of http://blog.thebump.com/2012/06/21/its-a-boy-for-vanessa-nick-lachey/

I’m all for attempting to embrace my changing shape, but it feels like the only glow I’m sporting these days is due to the beads of sweating forming on my face from lugging around baby weight while dealing with constant back pain. And speaking of back pain – it doesn’t get sexier than the maternity support belt. Strapping four pieces of fabric and Velcro over my expandable pants definitely makes me feel desirable. While I’d love to attempt some sensual preggo photos, I feel this type of photo more honestly captures my experience with pregnancy:

 Doesn't get more seductive than a support belt. Am I right?

Doesn’t get more seductive than a support belt. Am I right?

After all is said and done, I know I’m fortunate to be able to experience pregnancy and to be carrying a healthy baby. I know the nine months of lending my body to baby will be totally worth it when we reach the end. Not to mention, I also know the first few months post-partum is probably even less sexy than the pregnancy itself (picture leaking breast milk, constant pumping, spit-up covered clothing, etc). So for now, I’ll continue to sport my support belt underneath my stretchy shirts and pray to god I get my sexy back somewhere in the near future.

The Nursery

As an expecting mother, one of most exciting things for me during both my pregnancies has been planning a nursery. For the most part, I’m not talented in interior design, nor do I thoroughly enjoy it, but let me just tell you that the nesting rumors are true. Pregnant women love to get shit ready for their babies to arrive. And considering the nursery is where I will be spending the majority of my sleepless nights during the next several months, I might as well put some time and effort into making it a cozy place to be.

During my first pregnancy, I felt the same desire to do some serious nursery decorating/nesting, but my interior design efforts consisted mostly of walking into Babies R Us and scanning a ton of shit to put in the nursery. The nursery décor at Babies R Us is pretty much a bedroom in a box – they have an entire wall of themed décor that you can literally stand and scan in a matter of minutes. Not only do they offer everything you need, such as bedding, lamps, wall decals, hampers, window treatments, etc, but it all matches the same color scheme and cliché theme of your choice. I’m not knocking this kind of decorating, since it is clearly what we chose the first time around, but it does feel kind of generic when I look back at pictures of the nursery. But who can blame me? Grey was born before I knew Pinterest existed. Who the hell could complete any kind of creative DIY/decorating project without first pinning hundreds of pictures to your Pinterest boards??

I attempted to make up for my sad lack of design skills when Grey moved into his new bedroom at age two. Rather than stepping foot into Babies R Us, or any other baby supply store, I searched the internet for some inspiration and created a pretty cool little kid’s room (in my opinion, anyway). Check out of some photos of Grey’s current bedroom below.

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So when it came time to turn our guest room into a baby’s bedroom, I was determined to do something more creative than the first nursery I nested in. I found an awesome photo on Pinterest of a room I loved – I’d share the link here but unfortunately the webpage no longer exists. So, I used this one photo as a model for finding some cool wall art and modern patterns. I had my heart set on painting stripes on one wall in the bedroom and thus begged my husband to hire a painter to avoid having to take on this task. The thought of trying to work out precise measurements, make sure the stripes were level, and hope to God that the painter’s tape would prevent the paint from seeping out was a little overwhelming. But since we weren’t able to find an affordable painter who was available and my husband was begging me to have a little faith in his abilities, we decided to go ahead and attempt to do the painting ourselves. Now that the room is finally finished, I have to say, I think we did a damn good job. The stripes came out perfect and the wall décor is exactly what I was picturing. Check out some photos below!

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Baby B’s Bedroom – The Stripes

 

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I had such a hard time finding a rug, but I totally fell in love with this Safavieh Amherst Navy and Ivory print – and they had it in a seven foot round, which was perfect for the space! And after purchasing and returning several different window treatments, I finally settled on a teal geometric print from Target.

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I’m SO thrilled with how the wall art came out! I wanted a quote from the Bob Dylan song “Make You Feel My Love,” so I found an artist on Etsy who paints quotes on wooden pallets and purchased it in navy blue. I purchased the “Be Brave Today” digital file on Etsy as well, then printed and framed it. I found a cheap wooden letter “G” at Hobby Lobby and used acrylics to paint it teal and white. I purchased three bow ties from Children’s Place, then glued them into a shadow box frame. My favorite piece in the nursery is definitely the digitized print of our family dog, created by my very-talented-graphic designer sister. Check out her business Facebook page here.

My Pinterest Inspired DIY Mobile!

My Pinterest Inspired DIY Mobile!

I saw a homemade mobile on Pinterest and fell in love! It looked easy enough to create…. and it wasn’t too bad…. however it was far more time consuming than I would have liked. Check out the tutorial I used online here.

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Even though trying to create a unique room was a lot of work, I so happy with the final result. So when I’m spending half the night feeding, changing, and rocking a newborn, at least we’ll have a cozy space to get comfortable in.

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From Trendy to Kid Friendly

Before my husband and I had our first child, we enjoyed a lot of perks that we totally took for granted. Our routine during the week consisted of going to work, meeting up at the gym for a workout, and eating a late dinner around 8:00pm. And on the weekends? Well, on Fridays, we went out. We drank lots of alcohol. We slept in late. And then we did it again on Saturday. Just living the dream.

At some point, we got a puppy, which totally threw off our lackadaisical lifestyle. We couldn’t go to the gym together after work because someone had to get home to let the dog out. We had to get up in the middle of the night and early in the morning to let him out to pee. And we thought that was rough. (We were naïve sons of bitches, by the way).

Anyways, besides hitting up happy hours and having drinks with friends, our favorite “date night” thing to do was to spend our evenings trying the latest trendy restaurants downtown. Our favorite restaurant offers homemade pastas and decadent cheesecakes for dessert. We spent every special occasional at this awesome wine bar that serves the best steak and most delicious variety of wine a girl could ask for – and even features a few semi-circle round booths so that you can sit close to your hubby (which sounds super cheesy, but it was cozy). One of the newer restaurants we checked out a few times describes itself as “South Carolina Lowcountry cuisine & craft cocktails in a rustic-chic setting with chandeliers.” Sounds awesome, right? From what I remember, it is; sadly, it’s been a while since we’ve had the opportunity to stop in some of these places. Not exactly toddler friendly, if you know what I mean.

When our son was born, we didn’t go out to eat nearly as often as we had in the past. Even though a newborn is pretty portable, I felt weird breastfeeding in public and often found myself sitting in the backseat of the car feeding my baby while my husband was inside waiting for our dinner to arrive. And as he got older, I was terrified of taking him to restaurants for the sheer fact that he might throw a shit fit or blow out a diaper while waiting for our check to be delivered. But I eventually got over that new mommy fear and surprisingly, our kid is pretty well-behaved in public. He turned three recently and just like his mommy and daddy, one of his favorite things to do on the weekends is to eat out, which is awesome. The only difference these days is the type of place we find ourselves having dinner. You know, “rustic-chic with chandeliers” is not really his style…. Nevertheless, I think it’s important for him to learn how to sit through dinner (not to mention eating out means I don’t have to cook), so we’ve been taking him to restaurants a few times a month.

Last Friday, my husband and I planned to pick him up from daycare together after work and grab a bite to eat before heading home. We were trying to figure out where to go when I got this awesome text from Matt.

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That’s right. He asked me if I wanted to go to Macaroni Grill BECAUSE THEY GIVE YOU CRAYONS TO DRAW ON THE TABLE.

We used to pick restaurants based on the level of trendiness and the whether or not they served cool cocktails. And now?? We choose where to go based on whether or not you can draw on the damn table (since our child will most likely draw on the table whether or not it’s allowed).

Some nights, I miss the freedom of pre-parenthood life when we were able to do whatever we wanted on the weekends. But the honest truth is I’d choose eating at TGI Fridays, Applebee’s – and yes, even Macaroni Grill – any day. As long as it means I get to spend the evening with two (soon to be three!) of the cutest boys I know.

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