Archive for May, 2012

Mommy Get Your Gun- May 29, 2012

Tuesday, May 29th, 2012

Every mother deals with postpartum anxiety differently.  Most of you know my story in all its gruesome detail.  I’ve been told I was “brave” to tell it.  I had many of you email me your thanks and tell your own stories.  I thank you for that.  I don’t feel brave, so I appreciate it and I’m glad to know I may have helped someone.

Last week I met a woman with a 10-month-old who had a whole new take on things.

This new mom was telling a group of women about the horrible nightmares she was having.  She dreamed that someone was coming in her home and stealing her daughter from the crib.  She described sleepless nights when she would lay in bed praying no one would take her baby.  She would often wake her husband up to get his gun in the middle of the night.  Finally she had enough.

She said, “I decided I didn’t want to use his rifle.  It’s too big.  I went downtown today and got my gun license.  I’m getting my own pistol.  I’m sleeping better already!”  She laughed and joked about it.

Alright girl.  Get it.  If that’s what helps you sleep at night, I say go for it.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a gun owner and I believe in strict firearms laws.  But, I also don’t want to infringe on anyone’s rights or judge another mother for doing what she thinks is best to protect her child.  I certainly wouldn’t want a gun-toting mama to judge me for taking meds and getting therapy.  I chose Zoloft.  She chose Smith & Wesson.  To each mom her own.


Weekend- May 28, 2012

Monday, May 28th, 2012

This has been an amazing weekend of being together as a little family.  We showed our little girl some of her little city.  I can’t stop looking at these pictures.


18 month pictures- May 23, 2012

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012

I’ve chronicled this whole pregnancy-first year of life thing with a series of professional pictures.  I didn’t think we needed quite as many as the first year, so 18-months is a great milestone.

The FABULOUS Cat Wilborne took these pics.  Check out her site.  She takes amazing natural light photos.  God bless this woman for having the patience to photograph a 1 1/2 year-old.  Charlotte would smile like a beautiful angel for half-a-second before screaming bloody murder in a toddler rampage.  We were exhausted after this hour session, but she got some great shots of our girl.

Tell me which ones you like the best.

May I present…Miss Charlotte Eva at 18 months old…


Nerds make lists- May 22, 2012

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2012

I made a mental list today of all the stuff I want.  Nothing that I NEED, mind you, stuff I WANT.  Indulge me.  Take a look.

  • This poster about blogs and coffee:  There are not many things that sum up a person in one little poster, but I think this one gets close for me.  It’s very “Amy”.  I love it and plan to buy it from MadeByGirl.

  • A new season of Hell’s Kitchen:  I think if most women had to pick their “English hottie” it would be David Beckham, Colin Firth, or Prince William before hereditary male pattern baldness got the better of him.  I hear the young girls dig the British group of Bieber clones called One Direction.  Not me.  Only one Englishman will do.  I’d like Gordan Ramsay to cook me something!  I don’t know what it is, but when that man yells profanity at a floundering restaurateur I want to yell, “God save the King!”  (Please note: Greyson knows of my Ramsay fascination.  He’s okay with it.  He feels the same about Katy Perry.  Please also note: I like Kitchen Nightmares and Master Chef better than Hell’s Kitchen, but that’s the one that comes on in the summer.  Beggars can’t be choosers.  Is that an English saying?)   
  • A cute, funny Sesame Street shirt:  Okay, see, we want to take Charlotte to Sesame Street Live! soon.  We even discussed tailgating outside the arena before the show with our friends and their toddler.  Hey, we’re gonna need a beer if we have to sit through that.  The kids can have Goldfish and juice boxes.  Charlotte already loves Cornhole, but we’d like her to brush up before football season.  I want to wear this one to the big show.

I’m quite certain Greyson will want me to wear this one…

  • A new laptop:  I’ve barely started shopping.  I’ll take your recommendations.
  • This necklace with my monogram:  It’s by Moon and Lola and I’ve had my eye on it forever.

  • This Lilly Pulitzer bag:  Yes, it’s my sorority’s pattern.  I don’t care that I’m a 30-year-old.  Carrying this bag is my refusal to grow up.  Besides, this is a crazy cute bag.

  • A trip to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter: Eeeek!  I want to drink Butter Beer, wave my wand from Ollivander’s and skip through Hogwarts.  But, I surely don’t want to go in the coming months.  Florida in the summer?!  No thanks.  Greyson and I may plan a trip this fall, sans toddler.  I want to be a kid with my husband.  I solemnly swear we will be up to no good.

Upon reviewing this list of things I think about all the time I came to a conclusion.  I AM A NERD!  Seriously.  Only a seriously geeky girl would want these things.

No lie. I was playing around with this "glasses" effect and thought, "Oooh! These look like Harry's! I'll put them on Charlotte!" (See, nerd.)


Really?! Another vomit post?- May 20, 2012

Sunday, May 20th, 2012

In my last post I regaled you all with a story of my daughter’s vomiting and then I disappeared for a few days.  Why you ask?  If you are a more experienced parent you may have realized it’s because Greyson and I caught the Satan’s Stomach Flu that cursed Charlotte and others at her daycare.  Her teacher told us “the parents get it much worse.”

No shit.

Well, not literally “no shit” because there was plenty of that too.  You know what.  This may be TMI for some of you.  Do yourself a favor and stop reading, okay.  Before you leave, however, if you could make sure you are a fan of the blog on Facebook and following me on Twitter , that would be amazing!  Aaannnd if the spirit moves you, feel free to scroll down and click the little brown button to your right that says “Top Baby Blogs” like, once everyday.  Please? Come on!  I’ve been sick!  Thanks!

Oh, you’re still reading?  Then you must have an insanely stronger stomach than I’ve had in the past few days.  May God have mercy on your digestive tract.  Anyway, I kept Charlotte home from school Wednesday.  Thursday afternoon when I left work I knew.  I knew the upchuck was bubbling down below.  I called Greyson to go pick up Charlotte because I wasn’t going to make it.  I really just wanted to make it home to a commode or trash can.

No luck.  I lost my lunch in a paper grocery bag at the stoplight.  I had to give myself props for not even having to pull over.  Thankfully it was rush hour and I had lots of time to get it out before the light turned as green as I was.  It really sucked that I had eaten a really healthy lunch.  I had soup and salad.  Why couldn’t this happen on a day I gorged on a greasy burger?

The worst part came when I got home.  I think I may have literally puked my brains out to think that I could pick up that soaking paper bag and transport it into a plastic trash bag.  Yep, you guessed it.


The warm remains of my lunch burst through the bag, on to my shoes and our driveway.  It’s a humbling thing to pour pitchers of water to clear chunks of your vomit from under your car.  (The hose didn’t reach around the house.)  The next 12 hours were a toilet-gripping blur.

These are the kinds of things that happen to me folks, sadly I have no shame and tell you all about it on the Internet.  We recovered and made it to the wedding of a family friend and had time to play and blow bubbles this weekend.  I toasted to the good health of the bride and groom when they become parents.