Monday, August 29, 2016

6 week check up/the proof of love

New baby is 6 weeks old tomorrow. I can't believe time has moved this quickly... again. It always does. A year ago about this time I had a baby only a few months old and pregnancy was the furthest thing from my mind. Until I found out I was pregnant and then it was the only thing on my mind. I already waxed long about my feelings then. About how impossible it felt to accept, how impossible it felt to manage. How could I parent both Joe and this new one? How could my body handle these huge changes, back to back?

But time moved along then, just like it's moving now. Then I maybe had an achy back and a desperate need for rest. Now, I've got a baby in my arms. And my body is awake to the possibility of getting strong again, of sleeping well, of buttoning my pants.

Time just moves. It moves past the hard stuff and on to the good stuff.

Baby Joe was always surprising us with his mellow demeanor. He weaned easily and slept better than my first 4 children put together. My long-lashed, blue eyed little sanguine. And as I spend my days now carrying Francis, with happy Joe crawling after Peter and Clem, I realize how it really does all work out. It's not just a baby you're dealing with when you have a new one, it's the dynamic of every member of the clan. It's striking me more and more how well built my kids are for a big family. For babies that need me, for toddlers that need older kids, and for older kids who need their little ones.

This weekend Kirby took Hero, Mary, and John on a backpacking trip. He told me how impressed he was with the way they spoke of their younger siblings to strangers they met on the way. When we facetimed on their ride home, they wanted to see each one of the littles through the screen. And they doted on every one. Hiiiiii Petey!! We miss you. Where is baby Francis? Let us talk to Joe! We love you, Clemmy.

I need these reminders to check me. Last fall I worried that I just couldn't give what was needed when this new baby came along. But here I am, giving it. And there they are, giving it, each in their own little way. It was never just me, it was all of us together. And for as complicated as it seems ahead of time, it's pretty easy to do when the time comes around.

The new little bean just sweetens the pot.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Red Alert


It's me.

I'm just writing this post to tell you that Gap's boyfriend jeans are $12 right now.

And, like usual, there is a 40% off everything sale.

So, that makes them, like, $7.

S e v e n.

My postpartum bod is not over these jeans. After all these years.

I hope this makes you as happy as it makes me.

That's literally it.

K, bye.




What is this post?

This is such a weird post.

Monday, August 22, 2016

New school/new sched

Today was the big kid's first day back at school. Johnny is joining the girls this year and he was super pumped. He and Mary get to be in the same class. All the kids get new teachers. We are all not feeling as shaky and newbie to this whole school thing. We all got up early enough to not be late. I made waffles and bacon for breakie. And my bathroom totally flooded from the base of the toilet with washing machine water. EXCITE!! I digress...

If you'd like a little window into our world since New Baby (Clem's official title for Francis) it's this- Kirby: wakes up at 5:00, goes to early morning boot camp down the street, gets home at 6, prays, eats a good breakfast, reads, works, showers, dresses, accomplish, accomplish, etc etc etc-----------> whispers to me that he is leaving for work around 8--------> I wake up around 9. All kids are watching cartoons, except Pete and Joe. Who are asleep. Confusing, I know.

Half of me has been relishing in this luxurious laziness, the other half of me is just feeling soooo much more like a human being than I did while I was pregnant and that human being is ready to seize all the days. I made an ideal daily plan a few weeks back and have been gearing up to implement it for the sake of all mankind but especially all my children and their heritage of tardy allthetime.

At the end of last semester, when I was v preg and v moving, they were late almost e v e r y s i n g l e d a y. And hairs were often unbrushed and etc. But this year! I resolve to start anew. I'm not pregnant, and not moving, and, you know, just need to get better a life in general, per usual. I resolve to tackle the problem spots of our school lives and fine tune our family structure. Mostly, planning and prepping for meals and getting uniforms ready way ahead of time... and getting myself out of bed.

Last night we got the kids bathed (GASP), brushed hair and clipped finger nails - how sad, that this is like something worth even mentioning in a blog post? lolol. We laid out uniforms and shoes (because how many mornings are stalled bc of shoes??! TOO MANY), said prayers and went to bed at normal times.

When I jotted down my ideal day, I simply thought of all the things I needed and wanted to accomplish, and figured out where and if they could fall into our day. I knew that in order for my kids to make it to school totally ready and relatively peacefully, it fell on me to be awake and ready for them. So, my goal is to wake up at 6 so I can get a quick jog in (fitness?? whattt??!?), drink coffee in peace, pray a teensy bit, and start breakfast. If they are up early enough and their clothes are already out then all they are responsible for is dressing, making their beds, and brushing hairs/teeth. They have a good 45 min before we have to leave for school, and I figure they can accomplish those things incl eating in that time frame... I hope -__-. The few changes I've made to their school prep mostly involves meals. This year, I decided to plan one lunch for all the kids for the whole week, prep all the ingredients, and keep them in one drawer in our fridge. I'm hoping this will lend itself to less last minute meal prep, less requests for "something else", more kids making their own lunches, and less lunches comprised of jelly and jelly sandwiches come Friday. I am also planning to hardcore meal plan our breakfasts for both health and convenience. That plus my new early riser self should really turn school mornings around over here. At least for a week or two, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This week's breaks:
Mon- healthyish frozen waffles and bacon (check)
Tues- leftover oat/almond meal muffins
Wed- yogurt and sausage
Thurs- leftover leftover oat/almond meal muffins
Fri- scramby eggs with cheese

This week's lunch:
pb + j, cucumber slices, raw cheddar, apples.

TODAY = SUCCESS. I even jogged/walked woot woot. (Even though as I walked past our house in the direction I never drive I spotted a Johnny dress shirt crumpled in the dirt near our street eyeroll.)

Prayers for continued successes or even semi-succeses, please! And the energy to get back on the train when I will (inevitably) fall off. Over... and over... and over... and... over.

School! What are your school hacks? Aside from Toaster Strudels...

Friday, August 19, 2016

PP Spendfest 2k16

I have a leedle problem with postpartum online shopping. I don't know if it's the many hours I log in bed or some residual nesting runoff, but I always start ticking away at a long list of things we need and don't need via the interwebs after I've had a baby. Click click clicking my way into financial ruin. I always forget a thing or two or more for my postpartum stockpile and I always end up needing a thing or two or more because you never can quite foresee what your bod is going to be asking for after you've pushed a baby out of it. Sometimes it's more pads, sometimes it's tucks, sometimes it's new earrings. You just never know!

Anyway, I'm (read: my budget) is a bit tapped out this go round but I thought a fun way to satiate my desire to continue shopping AND do something good for the whole of femaledom would be to curate a postpartum shopping list. So I'mma do it. Here is everything I think you need for after baby comes... that I've actually used... which probably isn't much. Not like in a Parenting magazine kind of way but in a real life, stop telling me I need all that ish, kinda way.

I'll even make categories bc I'm orderly like that.



1. I have been living in this nursing bra by Lamaze. It's super soft and comfy - not too tight around your ribs which I HATE. Plus the little twist at the bottom makes the look a tish cuter than your average all-cotton nursing bra. Plus it's $8. Get yourself a few.

2. For the inside of your nursing bra, get these reusable nursing pads. They are much softer than other brand's disposables. And you'll need them... you really will. Don't wait to learn that lesson the crappy way.

3. Maybe don't ask why you need this nip cream. Maybe just get it just in case, even if you've had, sayyyyy, six other babies and you don't think you could ever possibly need this again. For whatever it is this is for.

4. PADS. Do not try and use washable pads. You will be bleeding like a mofo and filling your little bathroom trash to the brim over and over again. If you have your baby in a hospital, use their jumbo elephant pads until you run out, then move on to these. Double up in width if you need to THAT'S NORMAL AND WE'VE ALL DONE IT. When your bleeding has abated some more, move on to these, and finally, and for the longest amount of time, these. If it were me, I would stockpile two packs of each size. You want to have them all on hand if your bleeding picks up or mellows out. If it mellows out and you can move out of your diaper and onto the thin guys YOU WILL WANT TO. So keep 'em around. ALSO- If cool feels good on your bum, wet a few opened pads with witch hazel and pop them in you freezer.

5. Witch Hazel (see above).

6. Motrin & Prep h. Listen I'm not saying you will for sure need it, but if you do end up needing it you will be glad, nay, ecstatic, to have had it tucked in a drawer somewhere where the sun don't shine. I prefer to order all things from Amazon both for convenience and the humiliation factor. When you're waddling around with XL pad on and a saggy belly, the last thing you need is more of humiliation. As for the Motrin, you can take up to 800 mg in a 12 hour period, so, imbibe.

7. I already mentioned Booby Tubes. I had never used them before this baby and they are def on my must have list. Pop them in the microwave for instant relief from engorgement or if you feel a breast infection or clogged duct coming on. You can also wear them cold for... I don't know what. But hot was great. Get 'em.

8. On behalf of my southside, let me tell you that this is the bomb. I used it in conjunction with this (which is made by the sister of the sweetest, Nell). Which together create to a lovely combo of soothed and numb/tingley and all the healing sensations. Regardless of the extent of your wear 'n tear (no pun intended), these two are really kinda essential to have on hand.

9. Tight undies. Lol, this is no joke. Last baby round I mentioned how much I was loving these but they can be extra super duper tight which isn't always what you need most. Just last week, I bought a pair of these ones and they are still nice and snug but not as spanxey. A friend of mine who is recently postpartum mentioned how her belly felt like a "jumble of gurgling organs" to which I say YES AND TRUE. Wrapping up that belly can be so relieving. I wrap mine in this cheapy thing everyday for an hour or two in the morning (or until I feel tooooo constrained) and like to spend my off time in some tight high-waisted granny panties. Classy and chic as eva.

10. Comfy but cute pants. I've been living in these Gap Body modal jogger-type pants. They are butter soft and not so gnarly looking that you can't get up and wander around feeling like a kinda normal person. For all the practicals, it's nice to have something cute and functional to slip into/potentially bleed on.

11. This.




(here is where I realize I buy more things for myself than for my baby....)




Oh OH I would drop some change on a swaddle by Nell. How freaking cute. She sent me one because her heart is the size of Alaska and I love it. (1.)

2. I also always love to splurge on a new sleeper from Kickee Pants because they are the softest and the butt flaps are exceptionally cute. This is all I've bought baby Francis so I figure one nice sleeper vs all the hand-me-downs just kind of evens out.

3. Pacis. Pacis. Pacis. Even if you have sworn against them, maybe some night at 3 am you will suddenly change your mind.

4. My favorite wrap for littles is for sure the Solly. I know there are a million kinds that all seem exactly the same but this one is super, duper soft and lightweight and quality.

5. My favorite diapers are whatever anyone gives me as a present/is free:)

WOW. What a lame list of baby needs. Obvs most of those are not needs but what does a new baby need anyway besides snuggles and sustenance? Nada. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


{one eye game hella strong}

Sunday, August 14, 2016


Or* Francis' Birth Fable/Fun/Free (of pain)/Fantasy?

Take it how you want it.
I dunno

It's the birth story ya'll!

And guess what? It's a total snooze fest.

And guess why? Because the epidural worked!

No drama, no belligerent screaming and yelling, no nothin'. Just an epidural, a little HGTV, a lot of being asleep, and a baby. IS THIS CHILDBIRTH? I still don't really know.

But here is how it all went down...

Now let me preface real quick that this is NOT an pro-medicated childbirth manifesto. I really love and value every one of my birth experiences- medicated or not. I used to feel really bothered by how hard epidural-havers could sometimes push meds on the rest of womankind. If you want to have an unmedicated birth, you can- you really, really can. And it can be totally wonderful. Hard and challenging and wonderful and worth it. Let's just get that straight. Now, for those of you that know me, or have heard my reasons for the big switch, know that it was just time to choose another way. I had 5 unmedicated births outside of the hospital and they just kept ending up so different, and the last one ended up so hard and I felt like too much of my emotional state was spent feeling anxious about childbirth. Having a kinda but not really working epidural was a good move for me with baby Joe. It exposed me to birth in the hospital and the more clinical aspect of the whole shebang and, you know what? I really, really liked it. I knew I wanted another shot at it with this baby.

So, if you're on the fence yourself- this can simply be an educational experience. If it seems right for you to make the leap into the world of drugs n' stuff, you can and you should. If it doesn't seem right for you to make the leap, you can and you should not. Read on.

Refresher- I had a totally amazing membrane strip/2 fast 2 furious labor with Joe on a Friday afternoon and I was pretty set on trying to recreate that scene the best I could with this baby. You can read allll about that here if you have a good 17 days to spare.

I had an odd last few weeks of pregnancy this time around. I'm not sure if I was just exhausted from the previous two months of house selling/buying/moving/getting muy large and fat or if all my nesting energy was used up nesting us all into a new home just weeks before I was due but, let me tell you, I had no nestiness in me whatsoever. I was just about to hit 39 weeks and it struck me that I had not a single desire to wash or prepare baby clothes or get the car seat in order *the carseat that Joe was still very much using lololll. In fact, one night I was at Whole Foods by myself and as I strolled past a rack of baby clothes I seriously contemplated buying a onesie just to stick in my purse so I could forgo the whole "packing for the hospital thing"... and then I didn't even buy the onesie which was perhaps even more concerning than the fact that I considered a onesie in my purse to be adequate pre-baby prep. Anyway, I had never felt (or non-felt?) this way in any of my previous pregnancies so I was sort of intrigued about how things would be when I'd *actually* go into labor, considering the state of things.

My master plan was to see my OB the Friday of my 39th week (which would have be 2 days shy of my due date) and try and get the party started ala Joe's birth. But at 39 weeks and 2 days I woke up feeling weird. All I wanted to do was nap and not talk to people. My body felt achy and crampy and... well... v v leaky. I had never had my water break in early labor so, like all other novices, I considered the option that my body had officially given up the ghost and I was just peeing my pants non-stop. I threw on a pad and went about my day. I started to wonder if I was leaking fluids after I went pee a few times and just kept right on leaking, empty bladder and all. As luck would have it, a good friend of mine had a prenatal appointment with a midwife just down the street from our house. I asked her to ask the midwife (a mutual friend) if she had any ph strips I could have to check what the leak situation was really all about. I was not interested in a hospital trip for nothin'. So, my friend brought me the strips and almost immediately after I used the first one it appeared to be a positive for amniotic fluid. But we all know that any home test requiring the presence of bodily fluids just screws with your head more than confirming or denying anything. I wasn't sure if what I was seeing was what I was seeing. Was it BLUE-blue or blue-green or too green or even yellow?? Was the yellow the color of the strip itself or even pee?? Naturally I took a photo of the saturated ph strip and texted it to all my friends (for future blackmail purposes, I'm sure) and the general public and even Google confirmed that yes, most likely, I think I was indeed leaking amniotic fluid.

Maybe 45 minutes later I started leaking pretty heavily and rushed to the bathroom where I had a considerable gush. Like a moron I texted my friends again with a "like, what do I do now??" type loser text. I was having contractions here and there but nothing totally major or consistent. I mostly just felt very achy and gross. I made a little mental game plan (with a little assistance from my friends) to shower and call the doctor's office once they were back from lunch, which was about 1 pm. For as un-labory as I felt, I knew in the back of my head things could turn very quickly and I still needed to get a babysitter and drive to the hospital and walk upstairs and have Kirby make it there on time and all. I'm just so paranoid about going in too soon (obvs) that I tend to prefer living on the edge when it comes to baby-having, which I do not necessarily recommend. Anyway, I showered, called, packed and went.

I got into my doc's office and he checked me- 3 cm and ruptured membranes! Boom, bb. Better than 1 cm and pee. Since I still had very irregular contractions, he gave me the rundown of what would happen once I got into the hospital- and the rundown was pitocin. I told him that greater than my fear of pitocin was my fear of a non-working epidural AND pitocin, so would he please strip my membranes right then and there and see if we couldn't flip this b into gear before I waddled into the hospital. I'm all about that membrane strip, ya'll.

BABY DAY!! I was so pumped. At first I considered just hanging around in town a bit and waiting to see if things progressed but I checked that against the whole potential pitocin/epidural situation and I decided perhaps sooner was, in fact, better.

Once again, I drove myself up to the valet and had that special, awkward convo about how I was not, in fact, a visitor, and how I was, in fact, checking in and actually in labor, etc. I strolled up to L&D, checked in and GUESS WHO I SAW?! The anti-epi nurse from last year! And she remembered me. Ahhhh! I tried to avoid eye-contact but I heard her sugary sweet voice say "I'm pretty sure you were my patient last year!" Mmmhmmm, nod nod, wide-scared eyes. I was so nervous that she would be my girl again, but.... she wasn't. I was escorted to my room (this time I preemptively struck and just told all the nurses that my husband would be there soon to avoid all the awk "will someone be joining you today??" questions.)

I got into my room, suited up, and snapped this because hello, priorities and climbed into my bed.

And then I sat. I sat and I sat. I did the intake questions and got hooked up to the monitor and fed the nurse my deepest anxieties about needing some picotin and not having a working epidural. Kirby even showed up (hey-o!!) and I sat. It took about an hour and a half to get me settled and through my first bag of IV fluids. I still wasn't doing anything much in the way of labor which made things incredibly boring and strange. The anesthesiologist had a c-section scheduled for 5 pm so I figured my odds of getting an epidural before then were slim. 5 o'clock came and then 6 rolled around and then 7 and it was like straight up CRICKETS in the L&D. Everyone knew that until the epidural was a go, there would be no pitocin, and since there was no epi, there was no anything. Except for HGTV and monitor sounds. Kirby was of the "why are we here again??" mindset being that, historically, labor was more of a guttural groaning and eyes closed, swaying side to side type of thing. I was just chillin' in a hospital bed watching Property Brothers. At this point I had been in the room for 4 hours and all I could hear was the Jeopardy jingle in my head. Was this really happening?? I mean, it clearly wasn't. But would it? The c-section brought forth an obvious delay (complications?? XL smoke break? Are there really no other anesthesiologists?? I can't say...) All I know is around 7:30 my guy came rolling through with his cart of torture devices. And then HE got the intense and emotionally charged retelling of my previous epidural experience and all the threats of what I might do if he couldn't make it happen for me (specifically, that I would write up a scathing Yelp review). I was increasingly worried about a flop epi because I knew that after 4 hours of non-labor hospital hanging and about 9 hours of ruptured membranes the pitocin was a-coming. And the thought of an unmedicated induction was v v sad.

But this guy did it! It worked! He hooked me up and even stayed with me for an hour to talk me through the process and monitor how I felt/chat about sailboats and his twin sons. But wait how did you feel, you ask??


I couldn't believe how freaking good I felt. I hadn't felt this good in months! It's the kind of good that makes you realize everything else you've been feeling up to this point has been total crap. It was amazing to experience the epi before I was in a ton of pain. It wasn't a wash of relief from gnarly contractions, it was relief from average 40 weeks pregnant life. And it's amazing how amazing that relief is! What hit me in that moment was Ohmagoshhhh I don't feel sore, I don't have to pee, there isn't a weird tendon throbbing in my pelvis, I don't feel the weight of the baby squashing my spine, or lungs, or bladder. I just feel good. Like, really, really good. Like, I could cry I feel so good. (LOL, broken heart, and heart eyes emojis all in one.)

Aside+++ my number one take away from this experience was man, us pregnant ladies could just really use a nice epidural day like once a month. Check in and get numb and just chillll. I was so relaxed. Like the way you feel after an amazing massage when the lady pulls the crisp sheet over you and whispers "I'll just leave you here for a bit. Take your time..." and you're wondering exactly how long can you lay there frozen in that dark, warm room before it gets awkward. I didn't feel insanely numb or like I was totally out of touch with my body, I felt like I had a really, really good buzz that was isolated to my lower extremities. Body drunk, without any head spins. Warm and tingly and awesome. Whether or not you ever get one, I think it's safe to say we could all really use one, my lady friends. I epidural in your honor. (COULD SOMEONE IN THE MEDICAL FIELD PLEASE HOOK UP THIS EPIDURAL DAY-SPA OPTION??)

I laid there for about 10 minutes with my eyes closed just mumbling about how amazing I felt
(says K) before I drifted off to sleep.


I think at about 8:15 they started a slow pitocin drip and for all the nail-biting nervousness the naty birther in me had about that I was half asleep and I cared not. At 9 my OB came in and checked me... still at 3 cm but I CARED NOT. I hadn't slept this good since I was 15. And let me tell you, if you are as hesitant about the catheter part as I was (and I was) do not be because the trade off is YOU WON'T FEEL THE URGE TO PEE!! Is there anything more glorious to a full term pregnant lady than to not feel like you've got to pee for an isolated window of time?? Heaven.

At about 10 I looked over at K and realized he hadn't had a thing to eat. I told him to go and he sort of hemmed and hawed about not knowing how to gauge how far along I was and was it smart to go and blah blah and I was like GO, MAN. I'M COOL. I'VE GOT 9 MONTHS OF SLEEP TO CATCH UP ON.

By 5 to 11 he was still waffling over what to do. I used the whole "you could have gone and been back by now 5 times already" argument and maybe that's what pushed him out the door because he decided then he would just go find a snack realquick.  I was more awake now so I responded to a couple of texts from friends who were wondering what in the world was happening and suddenly, at about 11 on the dot... pressure.

I waited for the next contraction to see if it would keep up and there it was again. Pressure. And juuuuuussst to triple check I gave it another contraction and yep, more pressure. I reached to my side for my little nurse buzzer thingie since I am, in fact, all alone in a hospital room at this point and it doesn't take me long to realize that it's not there, it's not anywhere... that I can reach or see. I grope around a bit and I am sure the nurse buzzer thingie has definitely slid down off my bed which might as well have been the face of the earth because I feel pressure and I can't move to get my nurse pager. I weighed my options- 1. Call Kirby and just hope he gets back in time to grab a nurse for me 2. yell 3. just hang out alone and give birth to my baby by myself, which didn't sound too bad tbh. I decided that either way, calling my husband would be prudent, but before I got the chance to do that my nurse walked into the room. PHEW. I told her I felt pressure and she checked me and bam no cervix. Woo! I texted K to come and he was back in the room in a few minutes but not before nursery nurse had my legs up in the stirrups for a few "practice pushes." K didn't know what he was coming back to so LOL about the scene he came across when he walked into the room.

I could tell the baby wasn't quite low enough to be at the "falling out" stage of things (which is always my personal goal in childbirth) and contracting felt more effective than trying to push the baby down. I also hate pushing with a capital HATE and as much as I could avoid doing that, I was game. At this point the pressure was getting so intense that it started to register as pain. I found myself being very labor/groany/moany. The funny thing was since all of this happened so quickly, no one bothered to turn off the muted HGTV that had been looping in the background (random side note if you'd like to really give yourself a complete mental picture here.)

At about 11:40 I felt pretty ready. It was kind of amazing to be able to let my body "labor down." In theory, I had always wanted to do this but by the time you're completely dilated you are in so much pain ahem discomfort that the idea of continuing to labor even more when you're already 10 cm seems ludicrous. And so the wild, frantic pushing commences whether you're really ready or not. It was pretty amazing to be able to spend those 40 minutes letting the baby get super low.

My doctor came around 11:45. I pushed once and promptly flopped back on my pillow and said something like "I hate pushing so much, I want to take a break during the next contraction." GUYS, I AM ALL ABOUT PUTTING IN THE HARD WORK, FYI. He scoffed at me and said NO in a not so gentle way but that was because he knew the baby would be born in the next push if I just went for it. And so I rolled my eyes and said fine and pushed. And there he was. My baby boy. Born at the right time.

7/19, 11:50 pm.

This time around, my sweet nurse undid my gown ahead of time so I could snuggle him on my chest right away. I was of sound mind enough not to scream at my OB to give me my baby, but not so much that I didn't cry like an idiot and ask everyone to take pictures of us and put my socked foot right down in a puddle of blood at the foot of my bed.


(There has always got to be some lulz)

Thursday, August 4, 2016

O holy day

Today our little one was baptized. I always get so sappy on baptism days so I've just gotta ride this wave and post, post, POST all the gorgeous photos my ***godson*** ***who is five*** took (well, he took most of them). Since we are converts and weren't baptized as infants ourselves, there is something so totally profound about the reminder of what this sacrament actually does- that we are able to fold our babies right into the heritage of faith through our choice to baptize them. It always hits me like a ton of bricks when I find myself standing near that font with a new baby in my arms.

If this doesn't make sense to you, know this (quickie overview)- we still believe they have to continue to choose the faith as they mature and learn to know and love God. Completely. But we can cover them in the grace of our Christian heritage, and claim them for Jesus, and wipe away the stain of original sin that marks us all before we know baptism. I always believed that (kinda sorta) but now I get to give that gift to my babies from the earliest age and I am so, so grateful.

ANYWAY (me getting off my apologetics horse)- whether you believe in/practice infant baptism or NOT, we can all gush over these pics, right?
*I do highly recommend it though, I really do.

Godmama Jenna came in like a champ with the baptismal gown bc I realized last second I had no idea where ours was (eyeroll). She also brought a nice button down for Joe since he's a forever baby and has no big kid clothes (or shoes). Will I ever get my act together?? Answer only in your head, please.

Also, PS this amazing priest is Father Paul Donlan. He has been my spiritual director for years and he has pulled me from a zillion pits of despair and emotional/psychological/spiritual muck and I adore him. Tomorrow is the
54th anniversary of his ordination and we are so lucky to have a guy like him around, still fighting the good fight. He baptized baby Joe and we booked him again for Francis PAUL whose name is not coincidental. I hope baby Francis can spend many years in the shadow of this great man.

Sap, sap, sap! Told ya.

(I'm posting all the pics cause I just couldn't choose my favorites.)

(And how cute is Oliver Wilber?? Hand on baby in every shot. Such a lover!)


Tuesday, August 2, 2016

PP with Pancho

You know how I do. I've spent the last asmuchaspossible lying low and recouping but I have to admit, my typical postpartum bossing isn't quite doing it for me this time. My body feels super good in terms of soreness and achiness, and if I spend a few hours in bed I feel like I should be able to jump up and do everything just like normal. That is, until a few hours later when my body clearly signals me to HALT HALT and I realize I'm just not doing as good as I thought I was doing. Part of it is unavoidable life- Kirby is back at work and I have a 2 year old and a 13 month old and that is kindaaaa tricky (WHO KNEW?). I'm on my feet more than I might typically be, chasing people out of toilets and such. Maybe part of it is just having two babies a little more than a year apart. Maybe my bod is just a little worn out and needs more rest than typical for recovery. Anyway, whatever the case may be, yesterday I felt like I was maybe even coming down with a breast infection which made me feel wayyyy freaked out and way more committed to staying off my feet as much as possible (So grateful a friend bought me these- they are the bomb! Have you used them?) I am currently trying to sort out a local girl to come help for a few hours each afternoon which feels very mother-of-many of me, but I'll own that.

Anyway, more resting means MORE BLOGGING I suppose cause here I am. I feel like I have a million posts that I owe you already: birth story, house story, moving story, selling story, buying story, and a few sappy reflections on our life with baby Francis, etc. (I plan on remedying that, scout's honor) but for now, a few pics + quick synopsis of what's saving my life these days... aside from the smell of newborn.

I'll get right to it.

This cream, Plated + Blue Apron freebie meals, OD'ing on Vitamin C and garlic, ice munchin', Flip or Flop on Netflix (Why do they always do dark kitchen cabinets/light granite/tile floors?? Why don't they follow up on the unsold properties??), having 8 and 9 year old girls (bless them), this abdominal binder (seriously feels phenom on), online sale shopping, getting on a more realistic laundry schedule, cereal, and refrigerator locks. How excite is my life rn??

And now, behold the cute. (c/o my friend, Amina)

Baby be loved. Super, duper loved.