noses that run. moms that are tirrreedd.

and now, everyone in this household is sick.
evie, gjo, probably the dogs if i paid better attention...

luckily i started feeling better just in time for evie and greg to catch some sort of cold, stuffy, groggy, whiny, hold me! thing, so i have my full energy to take care of both of them. luckily!! (?)

evie and i had a hard day today. usually that baby is all sunshine and rainbows, and when she is anything other than that, it's sort of the end of the world. i mean, not to insinuate that she might be a little bit of a drama queen, but really evie, getting your nose wiped isn't that bad.

despite the fact that our day was long and covered in snot (literally) there were still a few good moments. for example, the 20 minutes evie spent on my lap watching tangled together as she snuggled on my chest and sipped her sippy cup. or how cute she looked trying diligently to get a puff out of the treat thingy. i liked the 40 minutes i spent cooking them dinner (butternut squash pasta with almonds and sage) and the 10 minutes i spent nursing evie to sleep.

most of the day was pretty brutal, but those moments were still good.

a glorious case of the pukes.

warning: this post mentions vomit and other pleasant things. viewer discretion is advised!

sick face/sick hairs/having an okay time regardless

 g & i have been married for over 5 years and in the course of those years, he has taken no more than 5 sick days. that's not to say the guy doesn't get sick, he's just dedicated. he's gone to the office with all sorts of physical ailments and done his sick business in plenty of office bathrooms (TMI??) where's he's then shined his shoes, straightened his tie and GOTTEN ON WITH HIS DAY.

that's not to say i haven't tried to get him to take a few sick days here and there, because believe me, i have tried. there are few things more exciting than that moment in the morning where you realize your spouse is too sick to go to work and holy cow, HE'S GOING TO STAY HOME? WITH ME?!

suddenly my mind spins out of control with ideas...RED BOX! CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP! BACK RUBS! A NAP! however, usually my sick-day fantasies are a little bit less like that and a little more like....VOMIT! EVERYTHING SMELLS TERRIBLE! HUSBAND IS LOGGING INTO WORK AGAIN! FOX NEWS!

in all these years, i have never been able to perfect the art of a perfect sick day or convince him to really play the part (life is so unfair sometimes)...which is why i am here today to tell you that i have finally figured it out, because today was a sick day for the books.

it all started last night, in the middle of the night, when i suddenly found myself nauseous. after laying in bed for far too long thinking "am i going to throw up?"... "i'm pretty sure i'm going to throw up??"...i finally made my way to the bathroom and while i crouched over the toilet (TMI?) the only thing i could think was "this is what it feels like to be pregnant! i remember!" and "gosh, do i seriously ever want to be pregnant again?" (YES.)

it was a long night filled with horrifying visions of what the next day might have in store for me, because now i'm a mama and i don't get to take a sick day and what if i throw up on my baby? or something!

eventually i got some sleep and when i woke up an hour later than usual the next morning and realized i hadn't yet gotten evie out of bed i rushed out of the bedroom in a panic to see that my husband was home! feeding her! and he wanted me to go back to bed until i felt better and did i need anything at all because he took a SICK DAY so i could rest!!

say whaaaaa?

after that he:

• cleaned the kitchen
• did the dishes
• made me breakfast
• fed/changed/played with the baby
• took charge of my hydration levels
• moved all the furniture in my living room in order to
• sweep and mop the areas that never get swept or mopped
• and cleaned my bathroom

and i:

• stayed in bed
• blogged on his laptop
• watched movies
• slept
• requested more diet coke
• enjoyed every minute of it

in other words, this is the answer, you guys. apparently husband's won't take sick days if they themselves are the ones who are ill, but go ahead and puke your guts out in the middle of the night and suddenly they are all too happy to stay home and let you be the star vegetable of the day.

i plan to get sick more often, is all i'm saying.

and in case you need a visual, i'd like to close with this:

riiiggghhhtt??

i cannot go to school today.

i'm sick.

(and having the time of my life, or something)

i'll be back later with all the gory details. i have things to say!

riddle me this.

evie gets called a boy all the time.

in london evie got called a boy every single day. and since she often refuses to leave a clip in her hair, and i get that it's not always easy to tell, i just rolled with it.
 
how old's the little man? 9 months
where's he from? utah
what's his name? evie (cue strange looks & double takes)

she has this little olive green military inspired jacket & every time she wears it, she is a boy. i get that it's not HOT PINK AND BEDAZZLED, but c'mon people, it has an empire waist, puffed shoulders, a feminine little collar and RUFFLES?!

i'll admit that i am not someone who is overly girlie myself. i would rather feel like i look "cool" in what i am wearing as opposed to "cute" and prefer understated feminine touches, and i probably just dress her like a miniature me.

i'll also admit that babies just look like babies and the main way we distinguish sex is through clothing, so i'll just go ahead and say it...

AM I DRESSING HER LIKE A BOY?!

for your consideration:

 grey with broaches / said military jacket + black and white

 grey + mustard yellow + cream (check those shoes!)

teal + blue (gasp! boy colors!) / grey + polka dot + fusia

 this is as girlie as we get and i happen to think this is super girly*.

plaid with broach / black and white stripes + little red clip and buttons

* i spelled girlie both ways. one of them is bound to be right.

don't you ever grow up.

i've been working on evie's baby book non-stop lately. these pictures make me want to hysterically sob.

the monday blahs.

g took a 12 hour test at home on saturday. T-W-E-L-V-E hours. i made him breakfast, lunch and dinner and thanked the heavens above a million times that i am not him. he started at noon and finished at midnight and it just wasn't the greatest day this house has ever seen, you know?
this afternoon i took evs and the pups on our coldest walk to date. it probably wasn't a good idea, that walk, but i really needed to get outside and move my bones. we made it home just as the snow started falling from the sky and my poor baby's fingers were like ice for approximately 2 hours afterward. which leads me to ask the following questions: do they make gloves (not mittens) for babies? and do those frozen baby fingers make me mother of the year or what?

i should also mention that today i called 2 wrong numbers in an attempt to call my grandma pansy. T-W-O wrong numbers. i blame my phone. also, my brain. also, the fact that it is monday and gosh, doesn't tuesday just sound a whole lot better right now?

i'd say so.

london: buckingham palace + lunch.

on one of the sunniest days of our trip we hopped in a taxi and headed to buckingham palace to meet the queen! she never came outside to properly welcome us to england, but i will continue to love her regardless, because hello! she's the queen!


after we were finished with the palace, we took a little stroll down the street and had mozzarella panini's and fries at the cutest little cafe we found. i love traveling with my mom, because she understands that a cute little cafe with good food and amazing pastries is just as exciting as a palace sometimes. i mean, really.

aaaannnnddd my baby just woke up, so that's the end of this commentary! pictures!

month nine.

miss evie evs,

while we were away, somehow you turned 9 months rad! i feel bad that i didn't get to take your pictures and write you a letter on the day, like i usually do, but we were eating lunch at a little cafe next to buckingham palace at the time! how cool is that?!

here are my favorite things about you at this age...

• you are the tiniest little wisp of a baby ever. i don't even want to post your percentiles for fear you might be embarrassed about them some day. i promise i feed you! all you want, even! and you are healthy and strong and growing, but boy, you are TEENY.
• you are the easiest stinking baby. you go with the flow. you smile and find ways to entertain yourself regardless of what we are doing and you are just seem to be delighted with life most of the time. i hope you are lucky enough to have a baby exactly like yourself one day.
• you LOVE to clap and babble and get attention from whoever will give it to you. you smile at strangers all the time.
• you pat the table and my back and the doggies when they come close enough.
• you also try to pull all the dog's hairs out. which isn't helping your quest to become best friends for life with both of them.
• you love to eat food all by yourself and are constantly trying to steal the spoon from me so you can do it. please don't get too independent on me too fast, little one!
•  your favorite thing to do is find two objects and bang them together. you seemed surprised and delighted every single time it makes a noise. you did this on the plane right home with two packages of pretzels for at least 20 minutes.
• you love to look at yourself in the mirror and watch videos of yourself on the ipad.
• you love mickey mouse clubhouse.
• you LOVE dogs and make the funniest little  "oooh oooh oooh" grunt when we see them and are working on your barking noise. while we were in london we stumbled upon a little pet store in a mall and you went bonkers kicking and yelling and clapping over the dogs. i had no idea you would react that way towards dogs other than your own. it was hilarious!
• now that we are home, you are going through a little "i want mommy" phase and don't want anyone else to hold you. i think this is the result of 2 weeks of change and weirdness and travel in your life. all of it has made you a bit clingy, which i understand.
• you have the funniest, craziest, wispiest hair that makes me laugh all day long as i try to keep it looking presentable.
• you refuse to let me put a clip or a bow in your hair. after so much trying on my part, you have now gotten to the point where you just reach up and touch your hair every so often throughout the day just to be sure there isn't a clip in it. if there is one, you immediately pull it out, smile and put it in your mouth. you are so clever!
• your favorite thing to say right now is "baba". you don't relate it to a bottle or anything, but all day long you just say "baaabaa" in different ways and with different expressions.
• sometimes you try to sing along when i am singing to a song on the radio.
• you love apples and sweet potato puffs. you love to try to drink from my cup and you are actually pretty good at it now. you want to eat everything that i am eating. you've tasted ice cream and frozen yogurt, which is something i never thought i would say about my 9 month old, but whatever!
• you are finally starting to get up on your knees and think about crawling someday. 
• you love your daddy and kick your legs and clap your hands when he comes home. you love it when he tickles your face with his. you give him the sweetest little bashful smile when you see him. i think you might be a little bit in love with him. 
• your tongue is always sticking just slightly out of your mouth and your right thumb is dry and chapped from all the sucking on it you do.
• your nickname is "sweetest" or "sweetest girl" because you are. 

my favorite moment with you on our trip (besides when you went berserk over the dogs at the pet store) happened in a little london taxi traveling back to our hotel after a dinner of cauliflower soup and bread in the city. we were riding back and  i was talking to you all about the dogs we had just seen that day. we were laughing and barking and saying "doggie!" because that's a word you recognize now, and i guess i was being a bit over-the-top. finally my mom looked at me, laughed and said "you realize you are in the back of a cab barking like a dog at your baby, right?"

 

right! i realize it! i look like a little nuts, but i don't care. you are so excited and enthusiastic about life and it makes me feel the exact same way. i am loving watching you explore your little world and i am so lucky to get to be the one to discover it along side you. we are laughing and singing and reading and exploring.

we are barking like doggies in the back of the cab, and girlfriend, we are having the best time.

love, mama