|"THE DETAILS ARE NOT THE DETAILS. THEY MAKE THE DESIGN." — CHARLES EAMES|
Happy Tuesday, m' dears. I hope your week is off to a swell start. Let's get on with the details, shall we?
- Most weekday mornings I wake up an hour or two before Max does so I can get a jump start on the day ahead. By the time I've showered, had a cup of coffee, and completed a few odds and ends, I'm in stitches just waiting for him to get up. Opening the door to find him playing with his toes and babbling about his dreams is one of my all-time favorite things. I know Flyboy would agree, because whenever he's home it's usually a race to see who can retrieve the babe first. Unfortunately, neither of us stands a chance with Beesly around (sore loser alert). The HBIC inevitably charges ahead of us to assume her morning ritual of greeting Max by sticking her nose through the slats of his crib. It's kind of cute (okay, A LOT), so I let them share a moment. I delight in knowing that my eyes will eventually meet Max's baby blues, and there will be a double-barrel grin with my name on it. And no matter what went awry the day before, we get a fresh start. I guess that's why this daily ritual feels so dear to me. I know it won't always be like this, and while part of that brings me relief, I also feel an aching need to savor these precious moments. The joy felt then and there is contagious.
- The local HEB deserves a special bloggie shout-out, especially after I talked smack about the dyed Hydrangeas in last week's Thursday Thoughts. Yikes! They really stepped up their flower game this Mother's Day. It wasn't all Carnations and Roses. I'm proud to say I have vessels of Tulips sprinkled throughout the house and I LURVE it. Way to go you guys!
- This Mama Bird Tee from The Bee and The Fox seemed like a necessary purchase in honor of my first Mother's Day. I proudly wore it around the house on Sunday, just in case there was any confusion that I'm Max's mom. It happens a lot...
- Fact: I drink more water when I trick myself into thinking I'm sipping on a refreshing cocktail. In all actuality, it's just plain old tap water with a few slices of cucumber and lime with a sprig of mint. Last Friday afternoon I almost convinced myself I was a guest at some fancy spa. Nope, still in Swell Rio and probably covered in spit up. I can't tell the difference.
- The idea of Mother's Day made me a little uncomfortable at first. When I think of the holiday, I think of MY mom—that's who the day was meant for. It wasn't until my sister text me last week and reminded me that I'm a mom now that it got me thinking about Sunday. I liked the idea of getting a fun gift (superficial, I know), but am I really "mother" material? I mean it was just days ago that I caught myself giggling and singing along to colorful Rihanna lyrics (this song) in the car with m' baby on board. Oops! Yeah, I'd say I still have A LOT of work to do. Then I got to thinking about last year on Mother's Day. Flyboy put the crib together. That felt HUGE. We had NO clue what was coming. We were terrified and clueless. Now, 365 days later, we're still a little terrified and clueless, but the two of us are silly giddy about the ray of sunshine that rests in that very crib. On May 10, 2015, I awoke with a grateful heart to the sounds of a cooing baby and I suddenly didn't mind the idea of Mother's Day. A mere seven months into this gig, and I think I'm really starting to accept and enjoy my new role and title. I told you it takes me awhile to warm up to change. Now to clean up my playlist...
- If you've been hanging around these parts for awhile, you know that I reeeeeeeaaaaally hate to get my picture taken. I like to style images, document moments with my people, and capture happy details. However, the idea of me posing and smiling for a photo is no bueno. In case you're wondering, I'm the girl that blinks. Every. Time. I'm the reason the person behind the camera says, "Okay, just one more." Slowly I'm learning to let go of this notion, especially with Max around. I don't feel the need to have oodles of photos of us together, but I do want a handful to cherish (in this album, perhaps?). And as silly as it sounds, I already feel a little more photogenic when I've got him on my hip because I'm so stinking proud to call him mine. Let's face it, people are too busy looking at my bright-eyed bestie to notice if I'm blinking. Again.
Alright, enough of my babbling. How are YOU? How's your week?
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