Thoughts | You’re a mean one, Mr. Daylight Savings

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About a week ago I started to see some buzz about daylight savings time.  Funny memes and snide comments were being passed around my favorite mommy blogs and fb groups.  I gave it zeros of attention because, for the past 29 years of my life, “fall back” is one of my favorite days of the year!  A whole extra hour of sleep!!!


They were not wrong with the jokes.

Heaven help us.

Turns out, having a 10 month old (who, by the way, is not sleeping great ANYWAY) is not the best strategy for enjoying this yearly tradition.  It’s Thursday and we’re still out of whack.  Yesterday, Hugo got up at 5:30am, like wide awake “Hi Mom! Mom! Mom!”, then he was grouchy and ready for a nap at 8am, then skipped his afternoon nap, by 8pm I texted Josh that I was going to bed.  This morning he got up to eat around 5:30am again, thankfully he fell back asleep.

Me?  Well, I’m here typing this blog post.

Babies are the best!

We’re in a funky little season of life right now.  Sleep regression has gone on for about 10+ weeks.  I’ve tried adding in baby food, cutting out my caffeine in the afternoons, earlier bedtime, dream feeds, etc.  He has just decided that he must nurse every 3 hours around the clock (someone please tell me I get extra calories burned for my efforts???).  We’ve also done a fair amount of traveling as a family, and the flights and unfamiliar places have not helped with our sleeping routines.

Yes, I am still exclusively breastfeeding at 10 months.  It’s a little unconventional, and I think that most are concerned that that isn’t enough to satisfy a growing kiddo or gross (seriously?!?).  We have been feeding him some baby food, but it’s hard on his little tummy and his teeth haven’t come in yet, I feel strongly that the right thing for us is that he continue to nurse.  It’s different for each mother and baby, but at the same time it is definitely a myth that ALL older babies must stop nursing because they need the additional calories from food. Breastmilk has the ability to constantly adapt to the nutritional needs of each specific child.  That goes for amount as well, as he began nursing every 3 instead of 4 hours, it took about a week for my supply to catch up and we were back in sync. Breastfeeding has been one of the hardest/most rewarding things I’ve done.  There are times I look back and I can’t believe that I’ve solely sustained this little guy for the last 19+ months (including pregnancy).  My birth felt like a giant failure in a lot of ways and breastfeeding has some how been a bit redeeming for me, having to push through the pain and inconvenience at times and still see that he is thriving and healthy.  I’m grateful.

And for the record, I share because I care about healthy mama’s and babies, not to shame other moms or because I think there’s only one way to feed/raise a child.  Every mom has a different experience with pregnancy, birth and breastfeeding.   I think us moms are really hard on ourselves (I know I am).  FED IS BEST.    When it comes anything related to motherhood and childrearing, I think you do what you can and pray for wisdom and grace to cover the rest.  I’m slowly learning that.

My little critter just woke up and I’ve need to go wash this masque off of my face.

Hoping your thursday is a great one.  I’m off to run errands and perhaps find a little “pain au chocolat” to brighten this rainy day!


| Thoughts on a Monday Morning |


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I’m sitting up in bed, crisp white sheets, fluffy duvet and lots of pillows with my sweet baby snuggled up next to me.  He’s currently asleep and my coffee is currently hot..  We shall see how long this lasts!

Most of Josh’s family lives in Florida so for the past 10 days or so we’ve had brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews coming into town as Irma refugees.  His parents stayed with us for a week, I wish our apartment had room for more, but we did what we could and really enjoyed having them stay with us.  Hugo especially loved the oodles of attention and I was happy to be busy while Josh was gone traveling most of the time.

September is a jam-packed month for us, especially Josh.  I’m a little jealous of his schedule right now.  Last week in LA included the Sony Lot, lunch with MY dad (who was out in OC for work) at my favorite restaurant, tickets to a little show called HAMILTON! and much more.  Haha!  With a movie coming out in only 10 days, it’s a sprint to the end and I’m doing all I can to support my guy and enjoy our short weekends together.

One of the great perks of having grandparents in town was having babysitters for friday night!  I know most of you take advantage of free childcare, but we’re so far away from both side of the family that it is actually very rare for us.  Thankfully, Hugo is a happy, extroverted baby and we’re able to bring him most places with us, but there is nothing like getting out sans-baby for a few hours!

We love our Birmingham, and my favorite neighborhood is Mountain Brook.  It’s a gorgeous community, built 60+ years ago high on the hills that overlook the city.  The streets are narrow and lined with gorgeous cottages and mature trees and the city center is called English Village.  Josh and I really hope to stay in Birmingham for a long, long time and someday I have dreams of us ending up in a home there.  Josh always teases me about it, but its the best zip code in the state and basically Perfectville, USA, so I’m sold!

Anyway, we left our (still) teething baby with Mum & Pop Pops and headed to Mountain Brook.  We were both burnt out from the week and went the simple date route.  Dinner at Brick and Tin, which is a lovely little cafe that is open late on Fridays, the food is amazing (don’t miss out of their Classic Salad, its incredible!) then we took an after-dinner stroll through the streets and ended up at the Grand Bohemian for dessert and coffee.  They have this gorgeous rooftop bar complete with Astroturf and funky furniture, and it’s wonderful for sunset or people watching!

And this was a very boring blog post today, short story long, we enjoyed our weekend and now it’s back to work.  My baby just woke up, all smiles in his Sheriff Woody pajamas, fluffy blonde hair and raspy morning voice, being a mom is the best!  I should plan my week out while there’s still coffee in the french press.  It looks like the weather will be warm again, last week was downright chilly!  I’m excited to start reading The Undoing of Saint Silvanus by Beth Moore, tackle a few creative projects, and clean out my fridge.

Wishing you a productive Monday!

| Hugo Michael |

Well gee, this is a little overdue.

Unlike my baby, who was born three days early.

He’s four months old.  Currently laying next to me while I type.  His little blond head has freshly washed curls, the kind that only last for about an hour after his bath, wearing Easter pajamas with floppy bunny ears on the toes.  How embarrassing.  But hey, we go through a lot of laundry over here and there is approximately 97 pairs of pjs in the wash right now.

My goodness do we love this boy.

Born January 8, 2017.  9 pounds 3oz, 21 inches long.  He is the delight of our hearts and for all the struggle of pregnancy and childbirth, he is the sweetest, most content baby I’ve ever met.  And he’s all mine.

Everyone has asked where we came up with his name, goodness! naming a child is one of the hardest things we’ve ever done!  We found “Hugo” and it fit all of our criteria and grew on us over the months.  It’s German in origin (my heritage about a 50/50 German/Irish mix) and means “Heart, Mind and Soul”, which I loved.  I hope that one day he will know God and we can teach him to love Him with all of his heart, mind and soul.  Victor Hugo is one of my favorite authors and I can’t wait till he’s old enough to discover the timeless stories of Les Miserables and The Hunchback of Notre Dame.  Josh, being the film buff and movie producer that he is, thought of the movie “Hugo” about the little boy who lives in a clock tower in Paris.  “Michael” was chosen because it is Josh’s middle name, as well as his dad’s middle name and my closest grandfather’s first name.

Hugo is a big name, but he’s growing into it quite nicely and it suits him so very well.

His first four months have been full, he is an “Okie” and was born in Oklahoma City, OK, basically on a film set.  We even took him to the wrap party only a few days after his birth.  In retrospect, that wasn’t my brightest idea, but sister had something to prove to herself.  I just felt that after waddling around set for months, I needed to show off my prize.  He’s visited 10 states already, flew up to Chicago to visit with his Grandchief and Sugar (my parents) and meet his GrandMimi (my Mimi), drove down to Florida to meet his Pops and Mum (Josh’s parents) and had his first trip to the beach last weekend.  We’ve taken him to multiple movies, events (he already has his first red carpet pic!) and on road trips.  He’s our little buddy and so amiable that it’s a pleasure to bring him with us.

Josh is an incredible dad and Hugo adores him.  I had an emergency c-section and from my delirious state in the operating room, I asked Josh to do skin-to-skin with him.  Josh didn’t hesitate and stripped off his shirt to hold his newborn son.  I tease him that he has the “mother imprint” with Hugo.  Haha! I don’t know if that makes any difference, but Hugo loves Josh and nine out of ten times will be comforted by him.  They play all of the time and Hugo gets so excited to see him (he used kick me from the womb when he heard Josh’s voice!), he almost always has beard-rash from Josh smooching on him.  They love to read together, I didn’t think he would be into it until much older, but Hugo is captivated by books.  It’s more precious than I could have imagined.  And Josh’s instagram stories featuring Hugo have become legendary!  Seriously, so hilarious!

And guess who just discovered that he has feet?!?