I love decorating. What I love even more… party decorating. The idea of taking a theme and going all out on decor makes my heart happy. I’ve only thrown a few parties (more like bridal/baby showers), but I didn’t skip a beat when it came to nailing the theme. It also helps that I make almost everything and even digitally design all the paper products from the invitations down to the food labels. Continue reading
And I’m no exception to it. They say it goes by way too fast and you really don’t know what it means until it happens. What they mean is that once one milestone happens, then they all start coming one right after the other. Which is totally fine, if I were ready for my baby to start growing up. Continue reading
I remember growing up as a kid, we always had a ton of books. We used to read them all the time and it was something I tried to carry on, but haven’t really succeeded at. So I knew when it was time for me to have kids, I wanted them to have a love for books. Continue reading
…your baby is getting bigger and growing up way too darn fast. It’s not even fair. You try to remember what they were like 6 months ago and you can’t. You barely even know what you did last week. Continue reading
If you ever thought you had the most bountiful amount of patience… Have a baby. They will test it beyond belief without even knowing it. They also test your sanity (which I believe goes hand in hand with patience). They make you question everything you do and didn’t do. Continue reading
…I’m a Toys R Us kid! Am I the only one sad about the ending of an era? And the fact that my child will never understand the greatness of what used to be toy heaven? No? Okay then. Guess it’s a good thing she’s so little and doesn’t have to worry about it. Continue reading
So low it’s like they don’t exist. Kind of like imaginary friends that you talk to, but they don’t talk back. Oh wait, they aren’t imaginary? Well shit, I thought I had officially lost my mind. Continue reading
No, I’m not talking about your parents or your first pet. Not even the first person you said I love you to. I’m talking about the person you made a lifelong commitment to. The one who stood by your side through your pregnancy. That guy you call your best friend.
Sure, there are plenty of books on how to change a diaper, when to feed solids, or how to give your baby a bath. Sure, Dr. Google can basically help you find anything wrong and Mr. Google has thousands of results of when your baby should start crawling. And oh, the unsolicited advice on every.single.aspect of raising an infant. But none of them prepare you for the real life.
And it feels like I’m watering and nurturing that seed too much. Watching a little human grow right before my eyes and seeing her blossom into a crazy girl. Feeing joy with every tiny milestone she reaches. And love exploding with all the gummy smiles.