Happy Mother’s Day to all you wonderful mothers out there! I’m so grateful to have such an incredible mother to look up to all these years, and to be blessed with such a remarkable mother-in-law who, if I do say so myself, raised the best man ever. I love you both so much. It’s such an honor to be included in such a tremendous group of women. Thank you for all the late nights, the hand holding, the encouragement, the back scratches, the wise advice, the friendship, the giggles… thank you for being my momma. I hope you know how loved you are. Happy Mother’s Day moms!
My spunky little four *sniff* month old

My my I love this girl. I’ve totally become that mom that’s completely enamored by their child… an embarrassing amount. So let’s talk about her, shall we?
I love the way she’ll carry on conversations with me. I love how she feels safe with me and will fall asleep on my shoulder. I love how she kicks her legs and gives me the biggest smiles when I say hi. This motherhood thing is really the biggest privilege I’ve ever experienced and I’m eternally thankful. Sometimes I worry she will be the only one we’ll be blessed with but then I think, my goodness! What a blessing she is! She is the sweetest, dearest, little child I’ve ever met and has stolen every bit of my heart. And tomorrow she gets dedicated to the Lord and I seriously can’t wait to see what He has in store for her life.
She’s a little daredevil! She loves when we hold her upside down and LOVES to be tossed in the air. I remember the first time I tried that little trick, she gave me the biggest smiles and giggles, I couldn’t wait to show my parents. I found my dad and said, “watch this!” and tossed her proudly in the air. She got the most terrified look on her face and looked absolutely miserable. And I felt like the worst parent in the world. Here she was, barely holding her head up and here I was tossing her about. Best. Mom. Happy mother’s day to me. But really, she loves it. See. And that isn’t even a good representation of the happiness that occurs.
She’s such a spunky little thing. She’s really come into her own awesome personality this month and I’ve just loved watching it develop. She loves to smile at strangers but then she gets shy and turns her head into my chest which is, obviously, adorable. It’s guaranteed to make any onlooker smile. And that makes this momma so happy. We just go around the world, making people happy. We are the best kind of humans. I like to include myself in such goodness.
Her voice. It’s the sweetest. It’s soft and lovely and so endearing. But then sometimes it can be loud. Usually at inopportune moments but that’s just part of life and I love it. She loves to yell and she LOVES when you yell back. We have yelling wars. They are my favorite. If you speak her language, she’ll give you a smile. The smiles are what I live for.
SHE IS STARTING TO REACH FOR THINGS! And it’s adorable. It takes ALOT of concentration and she makes very slow and deliberate movements but it’s really amazing how you can actually see the wheels turning. She doesn’t quite get how to grab what she reaches for, you know, because the thumbs are still in and you just try to pick something up with no thumbs! Greg tries to explain to her that thumbs are what make us special and she might as well use them so hopefully she’ll listen to her daddy and open those hands up. They are the most wonderful of hands.
She THRIVES on attention. Oh my goodness, she lights up when someone gives her their undivided and gives shouts of protest when they turn away. It’s mighty adorable… for now.
She’s started to perform a variety of dinosaur noises. We were scared at first when we heard such sounds coming from that sweet bassinet of hers, but now they are normal. Her preferred noise of choice from you though, is a low scary growl. Again, it happens because we live for the smile. It’s the best smile.
Her hands are usually in her mouth, she is constantly pulling on her ear, hates her carseat, kicks me over and over to wake me up to get milk, and still can spit up a bucket, but man, I can’t imagine a better child. She’s just the best. I really think she’s teething because she loves to bite anything near her. And she has the best biting face. You put your finger out there and she’ll launch for it, bite on with those wonderful gums of hers, and throw her hands back behind her head in a Gromit we’ve forgotten the crackers! moment. It’s the best. Especially the shake face that comes with that combo.
Happy four months little girl! You’ve blessed us more than you can ever imagine. We love you to the moon and back!
She Flew!
Ahhhhh! We did it! First trip under our belt! Miss Little and her Grammy and I took a trip to Atlanta for the Annual Portrait Conference. You may remember I signed up for this little escapade in an excited daze when she was still inside me, just 14 weeks along, when my mind dreamily envisioned her sleeping for the full first year of life. Ya, I have dreaded it every day since. How many diapers do you bring? What about transportation? and carseats? and her little ears popping in the airplane and and and… But we did it! And she was an angel. 
And this hat was worn. Because I still can. Can you hardly stand the cuteness!? I can’t. I’m completely enamored by this human I birthed. Just wait for Halloween. Just wait.
We got off on the fabulous foot of forgetting her birth certificate so as to prove she was under two. I didn’t realize there was any question? The internet said as long as she didn’t look close to two, we’d be fine. They lied. Luckily, Greg was home and could text me a picture so all was well. And then my suitcase was over two pounds so I got to haul all her diapers around the airport with the big diaper bag and the baby, but my I looked prepared! No blowouts on my watch! Just kidding. There were many. Those diapers… I’m not a fan. Oh blessed cloth diapers, I missed you so.
So this girl. She’s kind of a dream. I’m just waiting for her to enter into the nightmare stage and was fully prepared for such a stage to start whilst flying in a tube of metal that cannot be escaped. I don’t know what is up with her but I’ll take it! I’m not even kidding. She didn’t cry the entire trip. She just slept, and smiled and was angel baby the entire time. She was the best little traveler!
Everyone was so polite. I don’t think anyone has ever given up their seat for me before but in Georgia, we had people coming up and over from across the train to offer us their seats. I was so touched! The cleaning lady at the hotel saw me fumbling to get my key and ran over to let me into my room. It was so nice and rather refreshing! I was with the bell of the ball. Everyone was completely enamored by this girl – she had people saying, oh! there’s our baby! They would full on rub her head, ask to hold her, pick her up and kiss her! It was so sweet but rather shocking as well, that’s not all that common here in CA ;) It was so special to see everyone light up around her. Even Daniel Greene gave her a big smile! I was so proud. I was in the restroom changing her and all the women started to awhhh and one woman in a stall was like, “is that that baby!?” and then she came out and told me my baby was legendary at the conference. Talk about mother pride.
Mom and I had the best time. We ordered room service, listened to incredible artists speak and watched them paint, I puked (as is customary on vacations), Abbie decided now would be an excellent time to test out those vocal chords, we sat by the pool, and had a really nice time in such a pretty city. I really like Atlanta… it’s green :) And did I mention my momma won FIFTH PLACE in an INTERNATIONAL PORTRAIT COMPETITION!!!! ANNNNDDDD she won People’s Choice which is such a huge honor. Seriously, it’s a big deal and I’m so proud of her.

^^her banquet dress :) gimme all the heart eyes because that one looked like a little sparkly happy cloud
She was so good the whole time – she didn’t cry once! I’ve found she thrives on attention and that certainly was not in short supply that weekend… I did however, have to adjust my expectations for how much of the conference I’d actually get to listen to. She didn’t cry but she did like to carry on full, loud conversations with herself to the amusement and horror of the other attendees. So we spent quite a bit of time in the lobby or by the pool :) We still had a good time.
And then we were off to Alabama for a couple of my mom’s photo shoots! Oh. My. Goodness. If I thought Georgia was pretty, Alabama must be a little slice of green lovers heaven! You know, well, because I’m still highly hormonal, having JUST given birth and all ;) it took my breath away with its beauty! I kept finding myself gasping! I may have teared up from all that glorious green ;) Oh my goodness the highways are even gorgeous! And I am revealing myself to be a sad little creature. It was pretty, ok? And it smelled divine. And the houses you can buy there in our price range are UHmazing etc etc etc. We went to the Birmingham Botanical Gardens and were taking pictures of all that beauty and I heard this guy walk by and say, “what are they taking pictures of? I have that in my backyard…” And it’s true! Every street we drove down in Mountain Brook was crazy beautiful. My mom kept reminding me that it was spring and it doesn’t always look like this and they have tornados and it gets hot and and and. But in the end, I missed dry ol California and couldn’t wait to get back to it and of course, my beloved :) But still. Green green green.

^^even their weeds are pretty!! I want them in my yard :)

So there is our little trip in a nutshell :) I had the most lovely time with my momma and I just love hanging out with that little nugget. It was such a special treat.

And then, I prayed she would stay good for just one more trip, and she was. Hallelujah. I applaud you family travelers. I can’t imagine what it would be like when she can actually move about…

I guess we’ll have to just wait and see!
HE GOT THE JOB!!!


Oh my GOODNESS, you guys! God is good. I feel like the lady wandering around celebrating her lost coin because I just can’t help but be in awe of His perfect timing and provision and I just REALLY NEED TO CELEBRATE!!! Okay, I guess the only thing we share with that story is the celebration bit, but my goodness! This One. He needs to be celebrated in excess because our mind sockets have officially been blown and He has gone above and beyond all that we ever asked or imagined. I’ve been praying and praying that Greg could just find a job that allowed him to provide for his family at a company he really respected, that challenged him and made him excited to go to work every day (hehe that’s all). AND MAN did He provide! Not only has He been providing work for him every. single. week! as we waited, but He threw out this incredible opportunity to his two giddy and very unsuspecting children so that all we can do is just marvel in awe at each miracle along the way. Greg’s had two rounds of really intense and loooooong interviews which we were excited about but honestly did not expect to hear back from. We were simply astounded when he got a call back for the first one and utterly floored when he got offered the role for the second. I think he said, “they want to offer me a job!” and I said, “WHAT!? Why??” Not to say my husband isn’t incredible and doesn’t deserve it, but if you only knew how much of a MIRACLE this whole situation is. Ohmygoodnessohmygoodness. I seriously cannot believe it. So anyways, here we are, continuing on with our journey into the unknown! I can say with full assurance that that God we serve is still in the business of doing miracles and we owe everything to Him. And now for the next miracle of finding a place to live ;) … let the search begin!
We left our baby… WHATTTT!?!?
And headed to wine country! This momma has been pumping like a mad woman for such an opportunity as this. This is also the time she strongly questioned her oh I’ll just use a hand pump decision. Go ahead, admire my now bulky forearms and hand squeezing power. Feel free to be amazed. Anyways, my worst nightmares did not come true (hallelujah) – we did not have to leave our baby with her first case of the cold/flu/whatever awfulness invaded last week; I could actually taste food and only had a handful of times where I coughed up a lung or six. Success! Anyways, the weekend started with a hug that came with the icy chill of an entire mojito down my side. Yes, even when we leave the child, it is guaranteed I will still be covered in some sort of substance. This should just be expected. But there was delicious food and wine to be had with these guys and what a marvelous time it was! 
It was mighty strange to not have my little nugget near me and to have to beeeeeg her Grammy for just one picture.. video.. sound bite… ANYTHING ;) But I don’t think I realized how much we needed this trip. It was like someone hit the recharge button and we came back completely refreshed. I mean, how could you not with the spoiling that guy does. We had lunch pretty late – I think we ate around 4 and had dinner reservations at 8:45 (…hey look at us being real adults again! No 9pm bedtimes here!) So we moseyed about, had a lovely lunch, went to a tasting, charmed the couple next to us with our story of leaving our sweet three month old (oh and the Klein’s had just sold their house that day… but the real success was the infant leaving…), he bought us each a lovely bottle of wine in celebration, and we were off to a good start with our nice encounters and free stuff! When we got to the dinner place, they said they had about a 20 min wait which was fine – we’d grab a cocktail and hang out, no problem. It was getting later and later when the manager came over and said his apologies and offered to buy us another round of drinks for having to wait so long. Boom! More free booze. This was a good trip. I didn’t feel like it was long at all – especially since we had eaten so late, but in a few short minutes we were seated and served the most amazing foods I’ve tasted in a while! 
Claudia mentioned something about wanting some more wine and this magical manager appeared out of thin air with the rest of the bottle and sat it before her with a smile. Go to Ad Hoc. And hope you have to wait because man they treat you well! ;)
And then course after delicious course, the food and fabulous wines kept coming and these guys were happy.

And after all that mouth party, you guessed it! The wine was free :) Best. Restaurant. The next morning, the Klein’s took off to meet some friends that were also in the area, and Greg and I got to have the most dreamy morning alone. By far my favorite part of the trip :) No rushing, just drinking french press after french press, going slow. Seriously, it was awesome. Here is my picture to remember such magicalness. It is lame but that man in the garden makes me giggle so it stays. 
My husband is pretty cute. I’m sure if you’ve been reading this blog for any amount of time, you know I have an obsession with white. Well, whenever Greg looks for a place to stay, that’s all he looks for :) White. And probably green around cause I’m a garden lover. Welp, lookie lookie what we have here. A giant white kitchen with beautiful appliances and a perfectly organized farmhouse sink!? I mean it had pretty kitchen soaps and a little shelf for the sponge. Umm HELLO! Yes please. Plus it had the sweetest garden around with about a bajillion bird houses in each tree. One day, I will have a house. And I will have bird houses. 
We used to go to places and be like omgosh! a sink we can stand next to each other at! how nice! Now our expectations have become even easier to please when we see a sink with space around it to put things AND an outlet that allows you to plug more than one thing in at a time! We are giddy little creatures around such circumstances ;) But look! A DOUBLE sink with space around it with TWO SETS of double outlets and you can’t see it but it had a really cool toilet too. These are the things that excite me.
After we finished our lazy morning of testing out each seat in the house and garden, we headed off to our next meal in the charming little town of Sonoma where I started plotting how on earth we can live there cause it’s adorable. And we have family there. I mean, come on. It’s perfect! And there is at least one place that has good food. And wine. So. Ya.
Did I mention there is greeeeen in the middle of Sonoma Plaza? Like a proper park with fountains just right there! We stopped to take several horrendous pictures that really revealed my inner witch. We have not mastered the cute squish face. We will keep trying. 
And then our age caught up to us and we all headed home to take naps. The guys brought back some pizza and we had a sad sort of game night where everyone tried to stay awake and remain enthused. Greg and I had a stunning visual of how truly bad we are at spelling and I learned I’m very good at blackjack. I keep telling people I’m lucky. Of course, this luck becomes non existent in an actual casino. Bedtime was very welcomed. And thennnn the next day we headed to one more winery and were greeted by this sort of intimidating-ness. 

^^there were notes and everything.
As mentioned before, NOT a morning person. My brain looked more like that lovely glass. BUT! This fun tasting came with food :D And that was delicious.
So we strolled around and soaked up the beauty that is wine country, took our token pictures, got our most handsome couple title stripped from us by these two (never mess with the Columbian) and tried not to rush home to the little girl that has stollen our hearts. 

And one more of this guy cause I love him so. And he spoils me rotten. I’m utterly rotten. 
Thank you, beloved, for such a lovely trip! I shall treasure it forever and ever.
Sick days & the best (almost three month old) buddy I could ever ask for
Sigh, here we are again… another month completed. This one, I tell ya, she keeps getting sweeter and sweeter and has her parents simply smitten by every grin and twinkle. And she does twinkle. Her momma’s cold appears to have revealed itself as the flu, which is appropriate since we were planning to go on a little weekend get away tomorrow. We do not have luck with vacations. Our entire honeymoon, my beloved got to watch his wife hurling into buckets instead of enjoying the elaborate honeymoon he had been planning. Our first getaway we took as just the two of us, down to Big Sur, Greg threw his back out just moments before leaving. It appears this is just what happens, so why we didn’t think fever, chills, aches, etc would be accompanying us on this trip, I don’t know. Anyways, I’m just praying and praying that nursing does its magic and this girl doesn’t get what I have. Come on body! Do your fighting business! My momma and husband have been the very best care takers and this one, well, she’s been the bestest, happiest little snuggler. And she’s three months old tomorrow!
She’s a morning girl! And by that I mean, she’s so alert and SO smiley in the morning and ah! I hope that never goes away. Baby smiles, man. There’s just nothing like them.
If you were wondering, we have seen the thumbs! Although the fists (preferably entire fist in mouth) are still the preferred hand position, she’s letting those fingers explore the world a bit more, all the while keeping them thumbs in, but at least they can breathe a bit! Plus, she’s starting to grab my hand (consciously, subconsciously… I don’t know) but it definitely melts my mommy heart. I love her little hands and I can’t wait to see all the Lord has in store for them :)
She is a drooler… and a biter. Which makes me think maybe we are in the early stages of teething? Except that she’s still the happiest little thing and isn’t fussy in the least. Just know that if you put her up on your shoulder, there is the strong possibility that she will bite your collarbone. You have been warned.
She’s loooong. I love putting her in footed jammies because they just look so comfy and cozy but she grows out of them so quickly, it’s hard to keep up! The tall girl problems are starting early, my child.
She is so strong! She always gets complimented when we go out on how strong that little neck of hers is. Now she’s adding the strongest baby legs to the mix. I have a feeling she’s going to skip crawling and rush full speed ahead into walking ;) This one, she loves to stand. Her momma is the opposite. She’s able to roll from her tummy to her back and yesterday (!!!) she rolled from her back to her side to her tummy and looked both directions with her big wobbly head. Her arm was pinned under her belly, otherwise we’d be celebrating the official, big and mighty roll.
She is really starting to notice everything around her.. she love love LOVES the poster near her changing table and talks to it whenever we are over there. She loves that little mobile. She loves cereal boxes. But most of all, what will get her to smile any time, any day, is the baby soother app Greg found. It just has little cartoon penguins going back and forth and apparently some hypnotizing drug that mesmerizes her and gets her to smile the biggest smiles. It’s mighty adorable and therefore has become our party trick.
She is seriously the sweetest, easiest, happiest, smiling baby which I like to pretend is just because I’m the best mom ;) bahahaHA but then sometimes… the lip comes out. Right before she’s about to go sad on you, that lower lip makes an appearance and we can’t help but let it because it’s the cutest thing. Stand her upright and that frown turns upside down in a matter of milliseconds. Her emotions run very close together – she must be my daughter.
She’s the best and we love her so. Happy three months, little Abigail! You are one loved little girl!
It was Easter!
And I’m late as usual these days ;) Also, this girl. Her smile. I’m pretty sure it could bring peace to the Middle East. It has magical heart melting powers like that. Anyways, it was this Little’s first Easter! And I’m sitting in bed with a cold and a nose that won’t quit for even a second, so let’s try to get through this with one hand and a very foggy memory. Palm Sunday! Now that’s a fun holiday. Well, at least when you’re a kid because there is usually a pretty good chance you’ll get to go into big church and bring a palm branch with you which was, obviously, awesome. That didn’t happen this year. Anyways, the Friday before, I got a new phone and we all said hallelujah. It is big and slippery and makes my little hands terrified to drop it BUT I can put all my music on it again (!!!) and take as many pictures of my favorite child as I want (!!!) and that makes me unbelievably giddy. Naturally, I’ve hardly taken any but I suspect that will change once I remember I have this new and amazing capability. Saturday, I got a day date with my husband and it was filled with all good things – a stroll downtown, coffee!, ice cream! and no pictures. (It might take a while..) But Sunday! was Palm Sunday and it was the happiest day filled with a dining experience in my favorite little town, a nap by the beach with my little girl, and two strapping men that carried all of my belongings. Best day. 


And then! on Thursday, my parents invited us to join their bible study for Passover which was so special since we’ve been studying Exodus this year. But this time it was so cool because it was explained from Jesus’ perspective and how he might have led it with his disciples the night he was arrested. It was so powerful to contrast that with what we’ve learned in Exodus and see His plan from the very beginning, being fulfilled through Jesus. It really made Easter all the more meaningful for me. 
I’ve just loved this Easter season. It’s just felt really special this year – I dunno if it’s because I have my own little girl that I get to pass this incredible story onto or what, but I’ve just been feeling extra thankful. By the way, when did Easter baskets become little mini Christmas mornings with loads of gifts and stuff? Are the days of hard boiled eggs and chocolate behind us?! I was seeing everyones prep pictures for their kids and man! They get real gifts now! Don’t tell Abbie. If I could go through my whole life thinking everyone was hunting for hard boiled eggs like we were (not plastic ones stuffed with money *gasp* and treats!) then so can she ;) Oh the simple life we once knew. This year, my child got nothing and she still was happy. BAM. Best parenting right there. But really, next year… oh man… the fun begins and it. will. be. a hard boiled form of magical. Speaking of magical, have you seen the new Cinderella? I’m so glad it was dark in that theater because my face was probably lit up the whole time with all sorts of wonder. IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL!! AND I DON’T EVEN LIKE SPARKLES! …I enjoyed it ;) Anyways, I hope you all had a good Easter! Ours was nice and low key and came with the complete stranger my mom invited just moments before. He was nice. I found out in the morning we had to have all our dishes done before church. This led to powdered sugar instead of flour in the scalloped potatoes. Now we all know, don’t ask me to cook in the morning. There’s a reason I’m not fond of making breakfast. There were laughs, there were tears. It was a day full of emotions – this is what happens when dad leaves. Too many hormones!! I didn’t get to take our family picture at church that I’ve been looking forward to since, forever. I may still be pouting. But! We played games and that made everything better. Happy Easter one and all! He is risen! <–And that’s something that can cheer up any day :)
^^I swear she didn’t wear her ears alllll day…^^
6 Months
Today is bittersweet because it officially marks the end of the sixth month of being back up here. It’s been such a sweet transition place and my parents have been beyond generous to let us take up their adorable studio for way longer than any of us intended, but at the same time, I miss my stuff. I only packed my winter clothes and now it’s getting sunny. Every night I put Abbie in her little bassinet and notice she only has a couple of inches left until she outgrows that too. Will we be putting a crib in here? Squeezing in bunk beds eventually? Every day, Greg cautiously opens the door of the closet of doom and tries to grab the desired item without everything toppling out onto the floor. Every day he fails and we shove it all back in, only to play the game again the next day. And every time I quickly wash my hands in our itty bitty sink, I remember how small it really is and how powerful that water can be when you turn it on too strong and find yourself standing in a puddle, yet again. I take a deep breath and say one day at a time, one day at a time. He is faithful. He will provide. And then I look around and I see an albeit tiny apartment for a family of 3 + one large dog, but nevertheless an apartment that has miraculously made room for every single thing we didn’t store + the baby gear we continue to receive. It’s the little apartment where we welcomed our Little Abbie into the world. It’s the little place that allowed us to come back up here in the first place! I see a bassinet that still holds my baby girl, even though she’s growing longer and longer at lightening speed. I get to wake up to her joyful coos right next to me every morning which we probably would have missed if we had a nursery and a vacant crib. I see a catch-all closet that generously allows us to put everything we can’t fit in the little drawers, in there. I am SO thankful all that stuff doesn’t have to be on the floor and we can close the door and pretend it’s all organized. I see a sink and a tiny bathroom that is there for our convenience and we don’t even have to go up to the main house to use it, not to mention the many delightfully awkward opportunities Greg and I get to laugh about, as we both try to cram in there to get ready for the day. This year in BSF, we are studying the life of Moses, which I gotta say, I wasn’t too thrilled about. So much of the Old Testament goes right over my head and honestly seems so weird and boring. BUT every week I come out marveling at how ohmygosh! I am a grumbling Israelite! He provides and He provides and He provides and I complain and complain and complain! And every week I see His heart and how much He loves them and how incredibly faithful He is. He led us back up here and He will continue to lead us to our next place but man sometimes (ahem, all times) it’s hard to wait for His timing. [PS Greg said I have to stop calling Pasadena my Egypt. I wasn’t a slave, he says.] But now, as I look down at my sweaty, sleeping baby all snuggled into my side, look outside at ALL THE GREEEN!!! and look into my sweet husbands eyes when he reassures me that it’s all going to be okay, how can I not be thankful? I am so blessed. And despite not being in our own place six months later, He is still, so good.
And we have touched sand
Oh jeeze, you guys. You’ve GOT to see this girl in her rocker. Despite vowing to never ever ever buy useless baby gear that is big and bulky and plastic, I think I mentioned a couple of weeks ago we may have made our first yes-we-are-parents purchase and don’t regret it in the least! <–is that how you use that phrase? Anyways, she lights up over the little mobile every time we put her in it and it. is. precious! I cannot even begin to describe. That in itself makes it worth every cent. Of course, had we known that it would be those charming eggs that would bring her the joy, we could have just gotten her a nice little mobile and pocketed the extra for something more aesthetically pleasing, but you know, live and learn. (I just put her in it and saw her light up all over again so that’s why I’m starting this off on a joyful rant) ANYWAYS this little girl has touched sand for the first time, which makes this beach loving momma very happy. [Side note: Ever since I dropped my phone in my soup, it hasn’t been wanting to work so this is all the documentation I got to get of such a momentous occasion :( Boo klutzy Hillary and the now overheating phone. Boo.]
You know, here in California, no one works. We all just go to the beach all day, all year. Just kidding but really, when a particular Papi happens to be at the beach when everyone else is working, these ladies will join him anytime, every time. 
^^being a stay at home mom is hard^^
Should I feel bad about this? I feel like I should. But no! I love my job and my husband loves his so it’s all fair and good :) Plus, Greg hates sand so this would actually be a living nightmare for him. 
She wasn’t exactly the biggest fan either, but we’ll work on that. You’ve got to love a dad who will hold a very pink umbrella for his grandbaby :) There was a family next to us with a baby probably about Abbie’s age. They brought a HUGE umbrella and were all wearing long sleeves and pants in a valiant attempt to not let those damaging rays even come close to their precious cargo. Abbie somehow survived amidst this dinky attempt her mom mustered up in a last minute thought of protect the baby. She seemed to do just fine :)
So thankful to be near this wonderful ocean again. An hour drive was just too far!
Naps
What do you do during naps? I always think I can sleep when she sleeps and try, try so very hard but then spend the whole time trying to figure out if that is the best choice:
Go take a shower. No, if you move, she’ll wake up and then you’ll get no shower and no things done. Think of things you can do from right here. No, sleep is more important. Danggit. If only you had some sandpaper, you could start sanding down that new wooden toy you got so, you know, she doesn’t die when she eats the paint. They say it’s water-based… what does that really mean? Who are we kidding.. you only want to sand it down cause the colors are garish and natural wood would be so much nicer. You already read all the reviews on the natural wood one. None of the babies liked it. Keep the colors. Be happy it’s not plastic. Go to sleep. Everything smells like sour milk. Does it smell like strong sour milk or normal sour milk? Do you have a heightened nose!? You have been dizzy lately… and had lots of headaches… and been really tired… you’re probably pregnant again. Or have diabetes. I’d so much rather be pregnant than have diabetes. You should ask a doctor. No, they will only tell you it’s hormones and then you’ll be out a hundred bucks. Try to sleep. No, you should work out. You’re getting more mushy by the second. Give yourself a break – you just had a baby. And your tailbone is still broken. You just stay right there. Do it for your tailbone. Uh oh. She only has two diapers left. I should get them in the wash. Oh ya. Can’t move. Those blossoms out there are so pretty. I should go take a picture of them. No. You’ve already tried. It always turns out dark and ugly. Mom said we should paint them. We should paint them. Danggit I forgot to measure her head. Where is a tape measure? Who would have thunk I would be described as a crunchy momma (as per Urban Dictionary: Mother who supports homebirth, breastfeeding, baby wearing, cloth diapering, co-sleeping, gentle discipline, etc. One who questions established medical authority; tends to be vegetarian and/or prepare all-organic foods.) Who ARE you these days? I’m no hippie. Greg always calls me a hippie cause I don’t like to wear shoes unless they are fun shoes that are 6″ tall in which case I’d say that is very anti-hippie. Plus, I like meat. Except why? I always cry when I go by Harris Ranch and see all those cows about to go into burgers. I should be a vegetarian. Nope. Can’t do it. It just tastes so good. How is it already after noon? Bentley’s barking. You should take him on a walk. Oh ya, the baby.
And we are back to researching vaccines. The end.
In other news, why did family sing-alongs ever become a thing of the past? My heart would be so happy if this happened every night.
Hope you all had a great St. Patty’s Day! I know it’s a little late but it’s one of my favorite holidays so I had to at least mention it :)











