Remember the first week of October? Me neither. We took Savanna to our nearby pumpkin patch. I love this stage. All the world is just one big grand adventure.
The girl loves her flowers. She’s happy to walk along and stick her nose in every bunch.
Remember the first week of October? Me neither. We took Savanna to our nearby pumpkin patch. I love this stage. All the world is just one big grand adventure.
The girl loves her flowers. She’s happy to walk along and stick her nose in every bunch.
Austin Daniel joined our family on October 7, 2013.
We are all smitten kittens and absolutely in love. Savanna was a chunky monkey at 9.2lb, and so his 7.14 lb seems so tiny and fragile.
So many intended posts. His first day home. Now his first week home. How could I forget to upload from Dan’s phone or this camera here. Oh wait, I’ll do a separate post on Savanna’s becoming a big sister. Now these are from two weeks old, no two weeks home, these new ones are too scrumptious to not post right now, right this very, oh wait now it’s three weeks home, or .. It’s ridiculous.
I am ridiculous.
I wasn’t blogging when I had Savanna, and so Austin joining our family… I’ve never been more excited to post about anything. Ever.
But the words wont come. Those words that need to be phrased so delicately and deliciously to sum up the perfection of my son, they’ll never be quite perfect enough, and the idea of ever again having the time, no, the quiet, ah the energy to actually re-read a post, a fully completed project that has been fully recorded.. those days.. these days.. well the days aren’t going to stop and Savanna and Austin are going to continue to grow and change and grow and I can’t stop it. They melt my heart a billion different ways each day and I just want to reach and grab, capture and share.
And write. Furiously write. So as to not forget a single one.
But then, no, not too many, or I’d start missing them.
Last month there were so many.
I’ve erased all the different Austin posts I had started. I’m never going to get to them all anyway, and those words, they don’t have to be perfect. Not today.
Today, he’s my kind of perfect.
Austin’s First Week Home:
“… and I thought I loved you then.”
With Savanna, we felt such social pressures to share and respond immediately whereby cards, calls, emails, texts, social medias, good old fashion in person visits and we were sure to make this time different. Dan had a week off after we returned home which was a week longer than last time because this was a more intense C-section recovery (they did some exploratory adhesion removal and vein cauterizing), and once he did return (he basically wouldn’t have a night off for a month) and I’d have our energetic little Savanna to keep me running during the day and our precious new one to keep me running throughout the night. So we didn’t overdue it and just wrapped ourselves inward and focused on healing and bonding our new little family.
and Dan’s parents that first week:
But there was also just a whole lot of this magic to be had:
Savanna Becomes a Big Sister:
Savanna enjoyed a full week of Grandma and Pops. I had never left her overnight before and so my mom supplied plenty of happy distraction via emailed photo updates. They are old pro’s (young pro’s rather, they have more energy than me and of course I discovered little surprises like a clean microwave, oven, and gutters). Austin is their 19th grandchild and is part of a small baby boom on my side – yesterday they had their 6 grandchild in 13 months (yeah for cousins!). Savanna had so much fun and got so much of the enthusiastic attention she had been craving those last few months and for a long time after they left she’d shake her head sadly and say “go home,” which is where she knew they went.
Savanna also very much enjoyed toys intended for both her and Austin. She’s always been great at sharing and will no doubt show Austin how it’s done.
Perhaps I was a bit misleading during the last trimester when I would talk to Savanna all about her little boy brother who would be her friend and come and play with her. She would of course ask “swings, slides?” and I would say yes. When we came home from the hospital and she saw him, she ran right over to him and started giving him all her toys, she clearly wanted to get right down to some serious playing. We gave her a new baby doll at the same time we brought him home and I think Austin may have a questionable amount of baby photos alongside a girlie-ish looking doll.
There were little changes too. She’s on the smaller side so we had planned on keeping her car seat facing backwards till the recommended two years. Safety first. Austin’s arrival bumped her up to the next size seat and both wouldn’t fit backwards in Pokey and allow Dan to fit behind the wheel. She is thrilled to pieces to be facing forward. Such a little person these days.
She loved being included in the newness of everything.
The week Austin came home Savanna got a horrible cold sore (which hurt me more than it should have. Hormones. My mind raced towards all those exciting yet stressful moments of first dates and proms. Even though most of us have this virus only a few have to suffer those painful and embarrassing outbreaks and this meant she will.)
It was also a physical manifestation of the stress we knew she was feeling. It was right around a stage where she was already testing her boundaries, but we didn’t want her to feel replaced or like she was getting less attention while actually giving her less attention. We also stopped kissing her directly on her smackaroo, but couldn’t seem to stop kissing the new baby on his and wouldn’t let her kiss him. Sniffles.
She had a couple weeks to observe how gentle we were with him and now given the chance she is scrumptiously loving to him, sneaking snuggles and kisses whenever possible (gentleness is still a work in progress but she really tries).
Austin’s Baby Book Milestones: Month 1
I sometimes go by Baby Boy, Squirt, Mellow Fellow, Little Lambie, Awsen, or Little Man.
I am a happy little dreamer. I often smile and laugh in my sleep.
I don’t spit up if I’ve gotten a good burping unless I hiccup. I get really strong hiccups. My tummy likes to gurgle a lot.
At two weeks I rolled from flat on my back to my tummy like this:
at three weeks rolled from tummy to my back. I’m too young to purposefully maneuver myself around of course but it should be noted for safety and for my amazing neck strength. I just forcefully lunge my head in a direction and my body seems to follow. I will also kick my legs pretty hard when I’m upset. Think: Savanna tantrum, just laying down.
I have a burn mark from delivery on my left temple that stretched from my hairline to my eyebrow but has gotten smaller throughout the month.
I happily spend my days pooping and sleeping and my nights eating and peeing with enough cuddling and cuteness to make up the inconvenience of sleep deprivation (for now).
I could take or leave a good swaddle. I am super ticklish. Anywhere. And I like to be held tight and gently swayed, not bounced.
I’ve got a sweet, quiet disposition and tolerate Savanna’s sometimes rough loving pretty well. I love warm baths.
I will not take a binkie. Ever. Tell Mommy to stop trying.
I’m especially happy and wide-eyed in the morning (3-5am) but by late afternoon it’s a mystery to what soothes me. I don’t cry but angrily grunt and quietly call out. But I am getting louder.
I had lost nearly the 10% initial birth weight to require additional weight checks which daddy took me to all by himself. But by my one month check-up I had regained it and 4 additional pounds (11.14), they heard a small non-worrisome heart murmur, and commented on my happy alertness.
Savanna Baby Book Milestones – 19 Months (Aug)
I have reached new heights (literally) in my climbing abilities and nothings out of reach, at least not anything on the tables or counters. When I wake up in the morning my stuffies and I enjoy a little quiet time and when I wake up from my naps I need to bounce off a bit of a tantrum, otherwise I could definitely, I am sure, completely jump out of that crib too, if I wanted to that is.
Sometimes Black/White and Yellow/Green get confusing but otherwise I’ve got my colors down and I also know every other third letter of the abc song.
I am also pretty awesome at numbers and can basically count up to 10 and sometimes I run to the corner, plant my nose in time-out position and start counting just to show off to anyone interested. I am talking numbers here though and not necessarily counting because if you give me two of anything I will point to one and say “one,” point to the second and say “two,” and then point to the first one again and say “three.”
I love looking and listening for “airplane! airplane!”
I say I am “happy,” a lot sometimes instead of “thank you.” Like if you give me yogurt or ice cream, I’ll tell you that I’m “happy-happy,” just in case you ever need reminding of what it takes.
I carry my little entourage around from room to room each morning and slowly weed through till only my absolute favorite stuffies remain in hand.
I like to read the goodnight books when I wake up and watch Baby Einstein before I go night-night to wind down. Depending on how determined they are with the whole potty pushing, sometimes I can also milk a good hour of Barney in the morning too and fruit snacks and applesauce smooshers and juice and bagels.
I can label the majority of produce in my play kitchen and am learning more detailed anatomy such as elbows and knees. I love to learn.
Savanna Baby Book Milestones – 20 Months (Sept)
I string more than two words together and am especially repetitive during tantrums. Sometimes when I am really mad I jump up and down without ever taking my feet off the floor. I go to time-out in the corner where I count to ten, then sometimes I look around and start again. All counting always loops back around at ten. If Daddy is the enforcer I like to playfully run away right past him. I am very, very good at provoking him and after all, sometimes he’s playful when I am not in the mood. I rarely find myself counting in the corner if Mommy’s in charge and with her there is little that hugs and kisses wont forgive.
Some things I can do more independently this month, like brushing my teeth on my stool so I don’t mind them as much. I love the playground now that it is cooling down with less buggies and if you mention going bye-bye’s I assume that is where we are always going and will bring you both mine and your shoes.
I will often go and entertain myself for 15 minute increments this month. I love my books and speed through them faster than you can read so I can get to the last page where all the fun surprise stuff always happens.
I’m kinda obsessed with clocks and break out into Hickory Dickory whenever I see one. I also like the Apples and Bananas song but it makes me hungry and whenever I see letters I sing the abc’s, which I have now mastered completely (pronunciation aside of course).
My favorite things are singing, dancing around the kitchen to Pandora, fruit snacks, yogurt, dress-up, airplanes, elephants, butterflies, caterpillars, play kitchen, wrestling with Daddy, smelling real or fake flowers, and being tickled or chased.
My tongue likes to experiment with making new sounds and I string lots of new words together and I am very aware once I say a word correctly and it permanently sticks. At some random point this month Mama and Dada suddenly became “Mommy” and “Daddy,” and I don’t think they mind a bit. This month I’ve also started saying “YES,” very clearly and very well pronounced and it seems to gain more favor than “ok,ok,ok,ok.”
I am a binkie hoarder.
I also really enjoy “clean-up, clean-up,” with my little broom or a “paper,” (towel), but never if it means actually putting my toys away.
Mommy’s gotten really pregnant, so Daddy’s been letting me be his tag-along buddy. We go on adventures like the playground and Home Depot and to get the groceries. He points the shower head towards the wall and fills my bath like an awesome waterfall and always has energy to tickle-wrestle and he’ll sit and watch really long kids movies with me. We have the funnest times together.
Savanna Speaks: 21 Months (Oct):
It hardly seems fair for me to continue narrating Savanna’s milestones. Believe it or not, that girlie has more to say these days than I do. So, let me give you Savanna… as Savanna herself:
In response to “Do you want to go bye-bye’s?” is usually “Swings, Slides, O.K!!!!”
From another room often comes: “Clean Up!” or “Sit down!” Clearly she is demonstrating the necessary level of firmness I lack. If I hear her tell herself to “Beeeee careful!!!” I usually come running.
“You have to clean this up before you get another toy out.” Sheer panic: “Mommy Do! Mommy Do!”
“Savanna, you need a new diap?” “No, uh huh, just toots.”
Whenever she wants to tackle a task independently (top of stairs) or disobediently, “Go-Way Mommy, Go-Way Mommy.” If Daddy is trying to tickle/wrestle a pout out of her “Go-Way Daddy.” There is usually an accompanying arm gesture of dismissal and a smiling head shake included.
20x a day: “Please! Pleeze! Pleeeze!” “Savanna. We don’t know what you want.” “Pleeez! Pleeez, Ok, Ok, Thank You. Pleeez. Pleeez.”
Dan told her “Enough water kid” once when the bath was filling up. Since then, “More water KID! More water KID!”
Someone coughs. “Bless You coughs!”
Randomly, she’ll just wrap tightly around your neck, or one arm around both our necks stealing “Big HUUUUGGGGSSS!”
Doesn’t matter what I’m doing, “I’ll be right back” is always followed by a “Come, come, come, come!!”
She loves to participate in dinner prayers after she’s shoveled enough food into her cheeks to tide her over for the few seconds it takes to say: “Thank you Mommy, Daddy, Baby Amen!”
From anywhere in the house when the toilet flushes “Bye Pees! Bye Poops!”
If I call up to Dan the little helper chimes in: “Hey Dan! Dan! Hey DAN!”
Savanna repeatedly knocks down a tower I am building for her. Each time: “It’s Ok Mommy TRY AGAIN!”
Savanna falls painfully off the couch arm. There are tears and kiss demands and after a long cuddle she reassures herself, “Ok, Ok, Baby Girl TRY AGAIN!!” Never sure to be proud or alarmed at her determination.
When Austin fusses. “Be….. happy boy BOY!” (always x2)
When I break playing with her to feed Austin. “Awsen. Back. Crib. Back. Back. Here”
Savanna’s also developed a love for all things Dinasours (More Little Foot than Barney), playing Doctor with her lovies, riding her trike independently, tolerating chocolate milk and became a big sister this month.
A separate post dedicated to that last noteworthy-ish(!!) tidbit is in the works.
I was already miserably measuring 40 weeks with two months left to go. I couldn’t safely drive because of some residual complications from Savanna’s birth (think: intense right groin pain when using muscle to switch from accelerate to brake made for such a slow reaction time. Too many close calls with Savanna in tow for my comfort).
Dan took some time off and dragged me out of the house for two of the biggest local consignment sales to cheer my hermit self up. Entertained Savanna + Saving Money + Dan time with the Family = Happy Hermit.
As I breezed through the same aisles I had scored tons of cutie clothes for Savanna the previous year I realized that she had sadly reached the spaghetti sauce and finger painting stage and I’d just focus on letting her enjoy the outing rather than waste it looking for clothes.
I find this picture of Dan completely charming. He is so out of his element at this event and yet sandwiched between two equally-loaded down un-enthused husbands for over an hour nobody utters a word to one another. Now if it were me sandwiched between their wives you can bet we’d know the scoop on, well, more than just everybody’s lunch plans.
It gave Savanna a chance to enjoy more playtime.
Walking back and forth to see Dan’s progress led us girls to peruse through the baby boy section where I snagged a handful of outfits.
Newborns grow so quickly and usually receive such an abundance of clothes that I realized I had just been wrong looking for Savanna’s sizes and that eventually… tick-tock.. the little human inside of me would be needing some things. I ended up being as successful for his first year as I had been with Savanna’s previous year.
I had only planned on spending $30 at each sale, but we managed to find a ton of Thomas train paraphernalia which is super expensive and part of our one big kiddo Christmas gift this year and I’ll breakdown how much we actually saved by splurging during that project’s reveal.
Oh I am totally calling Dan out on this light-up sing/song toy.
He has for the past year been giving me (rightfully) a hard time about the sheer number of these not-so-educational and altogether annoying battery operated toys Savanna has accumulated, and so the whole way there I proudly voicing my determination to purchase not a single one more.
Then he mentions how cool this cube is … twice. If you know Dan than you know that him piping up at all is like the essence of me salivating, so home this light-up sing/song battery operated cube of Savanna joy came.
$87 on Amazon. We paid $25 and got twice as many blocks which is cool cause we (shockingly) have other toys these also work with.
I never remember which sales we scored what at so I snap a picture of the receipt. There are so many consignments in our area that this helped me narrow down our trips to just these two favorites from last season.
I’ve been begging Dan to go with me to this next supersoaker of sales since I went at it alone last season. I thought it was downright impressive. At this age, Savanna had more fun at this thing than Disney World and I’d never make a productive shopping trip of it without the availability of a Dan hand off.
She loves these things and I don’t blame her. Its like a huge room filled with toys. They aren’t packaged like at stores and she doesn’t have to share like on play dates.
She has also gotten really, really fast.
Imagine strollers parting for this somewhat alarmed awkwardly pregnant woman darting after this suddenly free-from-the-restraints-of-her-stroller child happily flirting, greeting and kinda teasingly blowing kisses Miss America style to other still-appropriately-restrained kiddos while she takes off down the aisles of toddler heaven.
I’d have to zoom into the receipt to be sure, but I think much like the previous sale above, we spent about $15 on all the clothes/shoes and the majority of the over-budget-total can be blamed on the train steals.
Savanna loved her trains as much as we thought she would so we left them out for a few weeks before stashing them in the attic. Dan’s been using his and I’s one big Christmas present for a few weeks already too. The things you can get away with when they are still so little.
Since Savanna’s clothes stock-up was a bust, I hit up Kohls and Target a week later for the end of season sales for next summer. It is so easy doing it this way. Because I don’t really need anything right then, I don’t care if it sells out, so I can afford to wait until it is super clearanced and unlike shopping in smaller sizes for myself with my fingers crossed, I can pretty much guarantee that Savanna will eventually fit into one or two sizes up.
Oh, wait a second.
Scroll back up to that receipt and give it the respect it’s owed, would’ya? You see that $105.26 subtotal? Yea I didn’t pay that. My friends, you are looking at my golden ticket one of the best of my best brag receipt right here.
Total Saved: $211.78 and by using up 3 small gift cards I had forgotten all about stowed away in my wallet and the 20% incentive discount, I brought that $105.26 down to $32.74 and on top of that I got a $20 bonus cash back. Knitty Gritty’s aside I put out less than $15 for a more than $300 purchase. I win.
Happy Hermit indeed.
Chronicling memories of little ones is difficult because the moments fly by, simply don’t stop, and don’t often allow the free time to post and share. Not to mention shrinking them down to a select favorite few is downright hard for me, which is the trouble I’m having with Austin’s intro post, which fyi, is nowhere near being finished. But I’ve got to start this blog catch-up before it gets too far gone. My plan of attack: to start current, forge continuously ahead and whenever possible backtrack and catch this thing on up. Yeah buddy.
Remember I urged you to prepare for chaotic cuteness this month? Buckle up.
So the new addition’s name is Austin. He’s perfect and healthy and we are going to pretend like you’ve already met because I’ve got too much of his scrumptious-ness already recorded in his break-out post which due to my fore mentioned inability to cap probably wont make its debut till his first baby book milestone next week(isshhhhh).
Like most traditions with two under two, it was more about capturing some adorable moments on film than anything else, and you know I like a good kid-friendly photo op.
Savanna cannot get enough cuddle time with the little man, except of course when we ask for it and then she wants nothing to do with him especially when it involves sharing her spotlight.
These days she is either feeling the paparazzi vibe, or not, and you can’t really change her mind unless you are prepared to use a heavy dose of bribery. Fruit snacks was the successful weapon of choice here.
There are certain moments where I look at my daughter actively smiling and see little pieces of what she may look like a decade or two from now. My heart skips and I find myself fighting the urge to blink.
I am not ready for it to all go by so quickly. I am married. With a kind and dedicated husband. With two beautiful babies. Hearing myself talk about not wanting them to grow up too fast… When did all this happen?
This was the first day Dan and I somewhat coerce-ingly got Savanna to say her own name. Her referring to herself as “baby girl,” apparently has less to do with the new baby boy than the difficulty for her to pronounce the name “Savanna.”
It was one of the most precious things I have ever heard.
You’ve got to appreciate the stunning Fall backdrop.
Dan had just removed the sun room screens for the season and it was his idea to snap the pictures out there. Since I was taking the pictures (not too shabby for a camera phone, heh?) He was also the rock star behind Savanna’s smiles.
Then her zipper was discovered and she was done. I can’t keep her in feetie jams anymore for the same reason. Sniffles.
That was the elephant costume I got from Kohl’s for $4 last Christmas which was awesomesauce because I’d pay that just for the adorable pink and white tights that came with. She loves. She has become quite opinionated with her wardrobe. We talk up anything new and encourage her to run to the mirror and check out how beautiful she looks which seems to encourage her tolerating the same outfit in the future. I wish so badly I had caught her reaction to seeing herself in this costume on tape. She roared with the longest belly laugh. Dan and I were rolling.
Some of her favorites change quickly, so thankfully she was still in love with elephants and makes this very loud squealing interpretation of them. Austin enjoyed hearing this sound repeatedly trumpeted in his ear this much:
I asked Dan if he thought it would look cute with Savanna having trick-or-treated Austin. Dan’s sleep-before-work window had dwindled down to <2 hours and so he was in full “Please-Tami-ASAP-Mode.” I’ve learned to embrace these moments.
Here’s the money shot of the little lambie who was sporting a tiger sleeper (he got the cutest collection of Carter’s baby clothes – thanks loves!) that looked costume-y enough with the stripes and hat to fit the bill for a 3-week-old’s Halloween costume. They made quite the appropriate zoo-themed pair.
Oh and Baby Girl was pretty good at entertaining herself while we were busy with Austin. (Although typically that is NOT the case).
Dan buys the good stuff…. In Costco size amounts. He even bought two additional bags this past week. In the 3 Halloween’s we’ve spent in this house (because we’re low to the road at the very end of the neighborhood) we’ve gotten exactly 1 trick-or-treater. I wont be running anytime soon and I’d love to get out of maternity so I’m going chocolate-less this year and apparently Dan’s suffering some withdrawals. Savanna’s quick to help and comes up with the most hilarious sound effects to voice her inherited love of all things chocolate.
I could have taken or left it, but Dan seemed psyched to take our <2 year old trick-or-treating and his enthusiasm was contagious. Savanna was confused but always excited to be a part of anything out of the ordinary that is going down.
We are good with waiting the advised month to break-out our newborn to the general public, especially at the start of cold season (which sadly he’s already caught). Which is why we were fine sitting out the Halloween community parade and perfect-for-toddlers Halloween church party (my recovery and Dan’s insane work schedule might have had something to do with it as well).
But yesterday’s weather was an unusual 67 degree warmth combined with a bunch of pre/post storm humidity. I love warm storms. I knew Dan intended on taking Savanna to only a few of our closest neighbor’s houses and so I bjorned up our little tiger and we happily tagged along.
Perhaps it was the hilarious tail that wagged when she waddled or the gray color or the big ears, but from behind… our cute little elephant sort of reminded us both more of a mouse.
I am pretty sure Savanna couldn’t have cared less about the trick-or-treating concept. She never even said “trick-or-treat.” She did tell each dog “go way,” and only tried to walk into one neighbor’s house. But I think she felt the special-ness of the evening looking at the lighted pumpkins being out past dark swinging between our hands. (No, my carpal tunnel has remained the same after delivery, but my ability to cope with pain has improved drastically. Cheers.).
She had completely forgotten all about the candy in her bag by the time we got home. Luckily her daddy dumped it all on the table for her (and him) to excitedly inspect. Isn’t that the sweetest little pile of loot? I doubt it’ll ever be that small again. That’s one proud, exhausted daddy.
Dan and I’ve gotten better at seizing and appreciating the moments that are there to create the family memories we want to remember.
Zoo-keeping and all.
We had a very Happy Halloween and hope you did too!!
Hello strangers! Sorry it’s been so long since my last post.
For anyone curious on an update: We are surviving. We were told this would be a difficult pregnancy. Shockingly, that forewarned knowledge didn’t shield us any from it being just that, and although we may not be going strong, as we near the final stretch, we find ourselves grateful, humbled, and truthfully a bit surprised (just me) to be still going at all.
I do think one more “are you excited yet, excited yet, excited yet?” may possibly be my emotional undoing or even “I’ll pray that it is a less traumatic birth.” I love and appreciate all your prayers, but please don’t pray for that. I would sign up for the most painful experience in the world if it meant once it was all done I’d be able to hold and snuggle and play and rock and mother a healthy little lamb in a pain-free first year that I wasn’t given with our little lovie.
I’ll still share Savanna’s birth and (ongoing) recovery story when the time is right. aka: when all the “oh you can only listen to half of what Tami says,” and “oh I thought you were exaggerating till I got my first —whatever,” and “you are over-reacting to the gazillionth degree,” and “completely normal to feel shooting pains years after a C-section,” and all the “happens to a lot of women and you need to get over it’s,” and, and, and, not necessarily stop, and not necessarily hurt less, but until WE have the ability, confidence and strength to not let our personal medical decisions be influenced by them, and as we venture into this next chapter armed only with the “never again’s,” Dan and I are well aware that we are not there yet. Saddened by how much of our precious daughter’s first year could have easily been avoided (hence: enjoyed and cherished), you’ll have to forgive us for not over-sharing and not over-including, until we are ready and who knows… maybe when that happens we’ll have a different birth experience, maybe even the “happiest moment of our lives,” to compare it too, with Savanna right there a part of it of course.
You appreciate my letting the blog cool a bit with all these hormonal vents, no? :)
I will say I have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. Don’t feel too bad for that though – it’s the least painful (and embarrassing) of my pregnancy ailments. It has gotten bad enough though even during the day that blogging understandably has taken a backseat to more important things like diaper snaps and pigtail bands… and playdough balls, you know, the important day-to-days.
I love blogging though. I love the continual updated photo organization. I love how sharing feigned enthusiasm brings out the real stuff. I love that our family will always have this journey journal- ed and I love all the gooey-ness of your love and support and wanted to say that I don’t intend on stopping.
It’s just going to be another month of cool-down though and then probably a month of unrecognizable chaos. I have a ton of project photos and Savanna milestone’s chicken scratched into my planner waiting to be organized (It is unbelievable how quickly you can get behind.. especially when you aren’t really doing much to stay on top of .. seriously left the house less than 2x mo this last trimester). In the next month you may catch a few glimpses of a healthy baby boy M (fingers crossed) and then be rolling your eyes at what we stuffed into our mouths throughout August. Once I can type out narrations for the already-photoed drafts, I want to stay as chronological as possible, but expect the blog to understandably be a little crinkled for a while we are busy with the kissing of new baby cheeks and such.
Here’s a little updated teaser of our “Baby Girl,” (who is sure to clarify this for us whenever we mention anything involving a baby boy).
Savanna and I got reacquainted with her “curtains,” last week.
She realized she could pull them down which meant that it was time for them to come down and put something more permanent-ish up.
(While washing/folding away from all her pinks I realized that those Aden and Anais swaddlers were really just white with touches of red and grays and completely gender-neutral enough to use with our little lamb. Hopefully he’ll tolerate them more than Savanna because I love ‘em).
I loved the idea of these curtains for the nursery I found on Pinterest: (original source here).
Savanna’s colors have always been blues, greens and pinks. This new little kiddo and the pre-existing kid (aka: Dan) are just going to have to get used to touches of pink being a part of a boy’s life. We never went overboard girl crazy around here and other than dolls and stuffies (half of which are blue anyway) practically everything else is gender-neutral. Admittedly, the nursery looks a little girlie, but those splashes of color come from her bow board and (very gender-specific clothes the kid definitely prefers her “Pink!”) on her coat rack and in her closet and just because we’re adding a little boy into the nursery, that doesn’t make Savanna any less a girl.
Our Lowe’s and bigger Joann’s are right next to each other, and so I am always quick to accompany Dan to his “craft store,” knowing that he’ll wrangle Savanna for me during mine (admittedly much more difficult keeping up with her in mine with glitter and textures and fake flowers to smell in comparison to watching Dan quietly march up and down aisles of colorless metal objects that I couldn’t even tell you their purpose and then….. he turns them over to compare the instructions.)
I betcha he feels the same way watching me saunter on over to the cutting counter line for the third time… all for projects I hadn’t yet thought through. Which brings us to this impulse buy:
That nursery is becoming much more cute-sie/craft-sie than I prefer and yet, surrounded by everything else Joann’s had to offer, I just couldn’t. help. it.
I am much better at guesstimating than measuring or cutting straight and usually like it better when patchwork isn’t too perfect looking.
I just ironed, cut them into strips, sewed them together, cut them down the middle, ironed again and hemmed the edges before they could unravel. Once I had my idea down, the whole process took less than one nap time to accomplish.
I found this other curtain idea on Pinterest (original source: here) for the top that seemed easy enough to do.
But after playing around with different buttons and things, I decided to just leave it plain and see how I liked it first.
I wish I had measured the tabs at least because then I wouldn’t have had to pin to make sure that they hung on the rod straight. Oh, cry me a river, I know. I found a rod and brackets in the basement which worked fine and of course Savanna likes to help with everything.
Savanna’s photo-bombing is hilarious. She doesn’t run through the shots so much as hears the camera, comes running for her place in the shot and then proudly grins ear-to-ear like she saved me from mistakenly taking a picture without her. She really cracks me up.
If I had planned ahead I would have made them much wider and the tabs much larger (the rod barely slid through and I think it would look better if they hung down a little). The curtains were dragging too much and so I cut off the entire bottom panel to keep them visually equal and now the whole curtain looks a bit short. If I was crazy about them I could always jazz up the bottom and redo the top.
I think I liked them until I just saw that original photo from Pinterest again. These look – they look fine, perfectly nursery-ish for the end of the hallway. Curtains are so versatile and I can see them easily being turned into something doll-ish down the road, and it’s not like they took that long to make.