Accomplished

Jay and I finally got Elijah to attempt to say Evelyn’s name. Before we’d say, “Say Evelyn” and he’d point to her and say “Bebe!” Mind you he only has the “Ev” part down, but it’s a start.

School-in-a-Box

 

UNICEF’s School-in-a-Box $186

Whenever I go on a shopping binge, I make it my mission to buy at least one item benefitting a charity (or more, depending on how bad my binge was). For christmas this year, I’m going for UNICEF’s School-in-a-Box. Coming in at a little under $200, the lockable metal cases are filled with exercise books, pencils, erasers, scissors, a wooden teaching clock, plastic cubes for counting and a set of three laminated posters. UNICEF has some great ways to give back on their online store, from vaccines and first aid kits to jump ropes and more.

Inspiration to never work at a children’s photo studio

We’ve been trying to get a good picture of Elijah and Evelyn together to frame as one gift to my parents for Christmas, but a 22-month-old and a 2-month-old are exactly the most photogenic pair. This picture was like two hours and 400 attempts in the making. We take them to see Santa tomorrow night, can’t wait.

Here are some of the others we got: It’s a good thing we got them the GPS too, these look like they were taken at the most run-down studio ever, so much for the last-minute gift of sentiment.

Two Months

Dear Social Butterfly,

You were born two months ago today. I honestly cannot believe it’s been two months. This is strange because it feels like it was only just the other day that you made your first appearance. I feel this way because the memory of being paralyzed with emotion when you were plopped on my chest is so vivid in my mind as I write this. All the memories proceeding that exact moment feel like a lifetime ago. It’s as if I was pregnant years ago but just had you moments ago. Strange, I know. I can only hope you will have similar experiences, experiences that change not only your life, but who you are and therefore what you make of that life. Those experiences are the kind that make life worth living.

This month has been marked by the amazing way you’ve developed socially. Ever since you learned to smile at people (not just when you fell asleep or passed gas), you’ve been quite social with anyone you come in close contact with. You and I have already carried on extensive conversations about the weather, the crumbling economy, and what holiday movies we’re looking forward to the most, among other topics. Not only do you smile at me, you make various expressions and have several different grunts, coos, gurgles and murmurs that tell me you aren’t particularly favoring this seasons early cold streak, you have high hopes that the bill for another stimulus check will give the economy the boost it needs, and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button looks amazing, but The Spirit looks to be a dud.

We usually carry on several of these conversations before your father gets home from work, at which point you give him your playoff picks and opinion on which Heisman winner will win the BCS title game. You also have discussions with your cousin Elijah when he comes over, but I can only make out half of what he’s discussing with you, you two usually use your own baby language.

You aren’t particularly shy with any of the family or friends that hold you either, though I do think you’re more reserved about your opinions with those you don’t know well, judging by the fact that those conversations are a lot shorter.

You even exchanged words with that terrible doctor just before he poked and prodded you mercilessly. After that you were so angry with him you only gave him your Tomato Red Cry, something you kept up until the second he left the room. Your first breakup of sorts. Don’t worry though; he wasn’t your regular pediatrician so there isn’t likely to be any awkward post-breakup conversations with him in the future. I should warn you though, some men will mistake you’re friendliness flirting and judging by the conversation your father had with you the other day, you’re not going to be allowed to date until after graduate school. 

 

Love,
Mommy

7 Pounds

This conversation took place today after we watched the movie 7 Pounds , which I thought was a going to have a lot more mystery and suspense. I mean, when I saw Rosario Dawson and Will Smith promoting it on shows like Oprah, Live with Regis and Kelly, and Good Morning America (I’ve been watching wayyyyy too much daytime TV) they kept talking about how mysterious it all was, but really you could figure out what was going to happen in like the first five minutes. Anyway this is what went down:

ME: I can’t believe you cried.

JAY: I know, it was so predictable , and I haven’t cried because of a movie since like, The Lion King.

ME: Didn’t everybody cry when Mufasa died? 

JAY: Ya, but tonight I was just tired.

ME: Uh huh

JAY: MUFASAAAA

I’ll give it to him, he was pretty tired.

Acomplished

For finishing the semester with my sanity and maintaining my 3.8 GPA despite giving birth halfway through the semester

Stylin’ Little One

Ever since I found out my little bundle would be female at my ultrasound, I’ve been looking forward to dressing her. She’s still a bundle, so I’m limited in my selections for her wardrobe, but let me tell you, she has the most stylish onesies and socks on the block. I simply can’t wait until I can dress her like this stylish little one…

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I Love Dangerously High Black Pumps

When I was younger, I feared high heels. There should be a name for the disease I had- heelophobia. Now that I’m older and more balanced, I love the chance to wear high heels, even the dangerously high. I’m not sure I need another pair of black pumps, but these are divine if you ask me. 

jeffery campbell pape heel $162 @ oak

I Want Her Vest

I want Eva Longoria’s vest! I love the buttons and the pockets. And since I love dark jeans and the way white complements them, I love this simple look, though I can’t approve of the smoking.

Accomplished

Today I babysat my nephew Elijah for the first time since I had Evelyn. There was a half hour time frame where I felt like calling her to pick him up because I was over my head, but I survived.