My blue eyed baby

What a difference in just 17 short weeks.

Doesn't hurt that mama got a new lens for Christmas.


Two-Thousand Eleven; Resolution(s)

Since a new year is impending, I actually think I will make some promises for improvement.  Normally I skip that part because I know I won't follow through, but maybe if I write them down for the entire Internet to see, they might stand a chance. 

  1. Lose (more) weight.  Clearly, gaining and birthing baby weight (and then some) in 2010 was not enough because, for Christmas, my sister bought me shirts in sizes so big, I don't even know what they are.  I've vented to everyone who would listen in real life and on Twitter about this already.  THEN, she followed it up with "they may be a little big, but maybe they'll shrink in the wash".  As a woman, it's terribly insulting for someone to not only buy me clothes that are too big, but clothes that are many sizes too big.  If my sister held up this shirt and thought, "Yes, that looks like Sara's size", then clearly it's time to change her image of me.  As a sidebar, my husband said he will be buying only size small or extra-small from here on out.
  2. Get outside of my comfort zone.  Translation:  Leave the house with both children.  Carter is old enough now that he needs to go places and experience things.  It's so easy for us to stay home because it's easy, but in 2011, I want to flush easy.  I don't necessarily want to trade it for impossible, but I do think the more we go and do, the more likely my kids will learn how to act in public.  Or not.  But, in any case, we're going places in 2011. 
  3. Write more.
  4. Photograph more.
  5. Get control of my kitchen chaos/lack of storage hell.  If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about.  Two decidedly NOT type-A's live in this house, ifyouknowwhatImean.


Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, from our family to yours!

Photo dump

I've been photo-hoarding.... now, I will dump.

These were from his "newborn" photo shoot.
(That means I took advantage of him during nap time.  He was 2.5 weeks old.)
My sweet, big boy sometime around 21 months. 

My heart!

And my soul.
He is SUCH a happy baby.  3 months

Merry Christmas, baby.  3.5 months

He's been so good with the tree... he was just really not interested in pictures for his mother.  Go figure.

SWEETEST.  Carter LOVES his brother.


cb x 2

I know, I know.  I had a baby and fell off the world.

Somedays, it does actually feel like that.  My weekdays are such a race, such an excercise in precision- it's exhausting.  But that's what having two under two (not for much longer!) and working an hour away from home with two stops for childcare will get you.

I keep thinking about how fast things change.  How fast newborns turn into toddlers.  How fast skinny turns to fat... on the BABIES- quit imagining what I must look like!

This time last year, Carter was a relatively new crawler starting a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving.  That just blows my mind.  He couldn't even WALK this time last year, and wouldn't for a few more months.  And now? NOW?  He has a baby brother.  And he RUNS.  And he JUMPS.  And he TWIRLS.  OhmygoodnesshowIlovethatkid.

So, status update- Carter is 23 months old.  He will be two in less than a month.  Yes, TWO.  He wears 3T shirts and 2T pants.  And size 7-8 shoes (just depends on if they have EXTRA WIDE or not).  He loves to sing his ABC's- he hits the high points.  He loves Dora and Diego and the Backyardigans and loves to dance, sing and clap along with them.  He is SO smart and so dang cute. 

Cooper is a little over three months old and is wearing 0-3 month clothes comfortably and half wearing-half swimming in 3-6 month clothes.  He is such a smiling, laid-back, happy baby.  He also loves to "talk", which is something neither C or I remember Carter doing- at least not this much.  He sleeps pretty much all night- at least until 3:30 or 4 anyway, then if he's lucky, he ends up snuggling with Mama.  He is so sweet and so content.

I paint a pretty picture of how perfect everything is, but writing about the ugly part isn't any fun.  How daycare gets the best part of Carter's day- we get tired and hungry and therefore, CRANKY Carter.  How he can pitch a fit like nobody's business or how "mine" is usually his favorite word.  How Cooper has green poo and my neuroses with it.  How the house is never clean, the laundry is never finished and the meals are never ready.  But...

I'd much rather talk about the love affair between he and his daddy.  I can watch C love that boy for hours on end.  They play and giggle and roll around together in tickle fits and it makes my heart sing.  Those best things are free and I'm so blessed to have them in my life.

I keep trying to write posts because I have so much I want to write down so I can remember how sweet this time in my life is.  There are so many details I know I'm forgetting on a daily basis and that breaks my heart.  I'm going to try to write more- especially since I'm back at work and may be able to steal a moment or two to write.  Pictures will come too. 

These boys, they are my heart and my soul.  That, I will never forget.