Tuesday, September 23, 2014

COLOR STUDY

I'm feeling blue, but in the BEST way possible. All of this cobalt goodness has me wondering if I'm finally ready to embrace the idea of having a baby boy. I'd hope so—I mean, it's only taken me nine months. Oops! While I don't plan on trading in punchy pops of pink anytime soon, I'm open to bright shades of blue (Oh hey, Lapis and Azure!). Here are a few of my latest and greatest favorites...   

THE GOODS:

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Monday, September 22, 2014

LIFE'S LITTLE DETAILS

"The details are not the details. They make the design." — Charles Eames
My hospital bag might be ready, but I'm not exactly sure I'm there yet. Yikes!
My general sentiments about pregnancy summed up in a t-shirt. And don't worry, I'm not naming our son, Felicia.
The cutest playing cards from 1Canoe2. I want to frame this one and hang it by my desk. You know how much I love the letter "A".
Flyboy's birthday cake was a success, but there's no way we're going to be able to finish it ourselves. It appears my eyes were bigger than my appetite.
There are few things Beesly loves more than truck rides. This little lady teaches us a thing or two about life's simple pleasures.
You see what I mean about FB stealing my pregnancy pillow?! This is a regular occurrence. He acts like it was his birthday or something...
I bought these two months ago as a "postpartum treat" for walks with Max and working out. It's taking everything inside me to wait to wear them.
Having Starbucks in Swell Rio has made this place infinitely sweeter. I relish my weekly trips into town for a quick Macchiato.
Flyboy's birthday weekend was ALL about the bike. He went for a few rides, put his snazzy new helmet to use, and splurged on a set of aero bars.
Words of wisdom courtesy of the oh-so inspiring Austin Kleon.
Happy Monday, m' dears! I hope your week is off to a swell start. 
What did you do this weekend that made you grin from ear to ear? I'm just dying to know.
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Friday, September 19, 2014

LURVE LOAVE LUFF

Let's get right to it, shall we?
Here's what made me feel all twitterpated, smile contagiously, giggle uncontrollably, etc.


Cheers to another snazzy week, m' dears! As always, thanks for stopping by.
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Thursday, September 18, 2014

THURSDAY'S THOUGHTS


THANKFUL FOR: The closer you get to having a baby, the more people tell you to enjoy this peaceful time, to rest, and relax. As a busy body, I don't get the rest portion, but swollen appendages have been enough to make me stop and take a moment or two for myself. I guess it's the silence and being alone part that I didn't think I'd have a problem with. I typically LOVE being by myself (introvert alert!), but all of this quiet time scares the bejeezus out of me. I'm a naturally introspective person, but for some reason or another, the time alone means that I have to be one with my thoughts. Yowzah! Depending on the moment, my mind can wander, and I get so incredibly scared about the future—it can feel paralyzing at times. The moment I begin to feel this way, I know I can look behind me and Beesly is right there sporting a smile. It's like she knows I can't be trusted and that I need her companionship now more than ever. Her goofy grin and stinky breath are enough to wipe away anyone's worries. Sometimes I wonder if she gets tired of following my every move. I truly appreciate her unconditional love and tenacity. She's the best!

EATING: Tomorrow we'll celebrate Flyboy's 29th birthday. So how do we plan to whoop it up? I'm glad you asked. Aside from a few confetti guns (I'm kidding, kind of...), I plan to make him this Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream Cake. I told him I'd make him any dessert he wanted and this is what he chose. I can't say I hate the idea of indulging in this bad boy over the weekend. While it says it serves 10-12 people, I have a feeling the two of us will have it finished by Monday morning. Additionally, I'm going to go ahead and attribute any weight gain at next week's appointment to this hunk of deliciousness.

WATCHING: Seeing Flyboy read books like "Dude, You're Gonna Be a Dad" is an absolute hoot. Last Saturday afternoon, I found myself organizing my closet for the umpteenth time. Convinced I should take a quick break, I visited the living room to see what my sweet family was up to. The pups were conked out and FB was nose deep in his book. When I originally bought it for him back in February, I never realized he would take it so seriously. In fact, it's proven to be rather annoying because the more he reads, the more anxious he gets about me doing anything. I could pat my stomach and say "Ouch!" simultaneously, and suddenly he thinks it's time to head to the hospital. Don't get me wrong, it's incredibly sweet, but it has me wondering which one of us will be calm, cool, and collected when D-Day finally arrives. I predict there will be plenty of comedy in the chaos.

FEELING: I have to apologize, m' dears. I think this head cold has zapped my creativity this week, so I'm sorry if the blog content has been a little dull. I've been in an absolute funk since last Sunday, and I'm so ready to say good-bye to all the sniffling and stuffiness. I tried to sweet talk my nutty nurse into giving me some of the good stuff, but it looks like I'm stuck gargling salt water and packing tissues with me wherever I go. I hope a few generous slices of ice cream cake and a relaxing weekend will bring a fresh start.

THINKING ABOUT
Three of my favorite guys EVER were born in the month of September. There's my Dad, Flyboy, and my dear Godson, Kinnick. That being said, I'd be more than alright to have Max hold off for a few more weeks and grace us with his presence in October, as originally intended. It's not that I don't want him to join this fabulous cast of characters, because he'd be in the BEST company, but I could really use a few more weeks to prep (both mentally and physically). I'm honestly not sure if I'm ready to meet the lil' fella quite yet. And now that I put this out there on the Interwebs, I've surely tainted myself, haven't I?! Gulp.

LISTENING TO: While some little girls dream about castles and prince charming, my sister, Aubrey, had her sights on unsuspecting subjects—like Jane Goodall and wild chimpanzees. This past Monday, Aub sent my mom and me a text saying the famed primatologist would be visiting the University of Missouri this week. This meant that she would finally get her chance to see the woman she's idolized since grade school speak at a lecture. Um, hello bucket list! When I finally got an opportunity to discuss the lecture with Aubrey, I could hear the utter joy and excitement in her voice. I don't think it gets much better than that, my friends. I only wish I could have attended the event with her to witness the double-barrel grin that was painted on her face.

READING: You know I love me some Whoorl, so naturally I thought Sarah's latest Mindful Monday post was fantabulous! I especially appreciated how she shared Christian Larson's words, but included thoughts of her own in parenthesis. Promise me you'll read it...

LOVING: This past May, I was approached by Nuna to review a few of their products and share it on my blog. Pretty cool, huh?! But because we haven't had a chance to put our car seat and bouncer to the test just yet, I've been reading all sorts of reviews and staring at the products just wondering what it will be like when a baby is actually using them one day. I really can't wait to share my thoughts with you! Based on all the great things I've read, we went ahead and opted to get a Nuna stroller which conveniently has adapters that work with the car seat we were gifted. My in-laws graciously purchased the Pepp Stroller for us and it arrived this week. Hooray! I just know it's something we'll get plenty of use and enjoyment from. Now if I could just figure out how I'm going to walk two dogs and push this contraption at the same time. As Bob Wiley would say, "Baby steps."

Enough about me. How are you feeling today? What are you up to? Thanks for stopping by!!
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

SUNNY AND 75


SOMEWHERE SUNNY AND 75...




Have you ever come across a song that you had to work up the courage to listen to? Whenever this particular tune comes over the radio, you have to change the station entirely or press skip. Oddly enough, I couldn't listen to Sunny and 75 by Joe Nichols because the melody reminded me of a very specific memory, and I wasn't prepared to let go. I guess listening to the song in its entirety meant that I'd accepted it as part of our past, and who likes to say good-bye, anyway?

On our last day in Hawaii, we must have heard that particular song play on the local country station and iTunes radio at least a dozen times. I promise that's not an exaggeration; we couldn't escape it if we tried. Flyboy sang along, but after the second time we heard it in an hour's time, I began to sob. As hokey as it sounds, I tend to internalize lyrics and interpret them quite literally. If it's playing at a certain moment in time, I think of it as a sign. In this case, I thought about FB in his Ray-Bans, the salt air, and the sun. Oh, and let's not forget about our beloved beach chairs and all the time we logged in them sitting seaside. How could we possibly bid this chapter of our life adieu? In the months that passed, hearing that song felt like someone was adding salt to the wound. Where was the idyllic Hawaiian scenery of our past? Would we ever feel like that again? How could we possibly top an experience like this?

When you find yourself reminiscing about the past and scrolling through albums filled with all the highlights—Instagram filters included—you tend to forget that with the good comes the bad. That's life! My perspectacles reminded me that our Hawaii chapter was far from perfect. If I'm being completely honest with myself, we spent a lot of time apart. We learned to live without each other. We experienced countless moments of loneliness and heartache. The memories we made are priceless, but those three years were a lot tougher than we ever imagined. You see, on the surface that assignment seemed to fit the song's lyrics to a T, but in a year's time I've realized my idea of Sunny and 75 looks a little different than I ever imagined, and I've learned I'm okay with that.

This epiphany, while 10 months too late, came over me a few short weeks ago. The dreaded song began to play as I headed into town. Instead of changing the station, I drove to my doctor's appointment and listened to all 3 minutes and 28 seconds from start to finish. I found this move particularly risky because music and pregnancy hormones just don't mix. I tend to shoot for the obscene and explicit, otherwise EVERYTHING has sentimental value and I could potentially be on the verge of an unsightly meltdown. We don't want that, now do we?? As I pulled into the parking lot, the song came to a close, and I refrained from the ugly cry. I sat there in disbelief and a tad bit proud of m' self. Then I felt confused. Maybe it's time to dig a little deeper?!

Despite my love for a postcard-perfect view, Sunny and 75 is no longer about a place or an isolated memory in time. Instead, it has everything to do with my partner in crime, and the way he makes me feel about our life together. Our adventure awaits, and boy does it look ravishing! As the years pass by and we continue to move around, the ways in which we interpret the song will evolve. For now, it feels more like 105 degrees and that beach scenery has been replaced with a desolate highway and Wal-Mart, but our story is just about to take an exciting turn. I'm learning to appreciate the view, no matter the locale, as long as he's by my side.

Here's to finding your Sunny and 75, no matter how you choose to define it.

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