Shirt, Jeans & Boots: F21

Your eyes lock, your heartbeat speeds up, you wipe your sweaty palms on your jeans before you reach out... You're falling, you're swooning, it's love. Love at first sight. You know the feeling, right? Right. Well, that's what happened to me today. How am I going to break it to Jordan? That today, at the mall, I didn't just look, but I touched! These shoes to be exact. Obvs it was shoes. 

And since the shoes are buy one, get one half off, I might as well start of love thing with these too.

P.S. Next thing on my to do list today is make a decision already on a new blog theme. Hopefully next time you come back things'll be looking a little more polished round these parts. Okay, so I'm gonna go get right on that while visions of the most beautiful shoes that I don't need dance through my head. 



Let me start this off (as I have too many times before) by saying I'm sorry for the lack of awesome D7200 photos here. I mean really, why did I even upgrade our camera if I'm never gonna pull it out?!?! GAH! I have berated myself endlessly for the fact that I put my camera down at the beginning of the party and didn't pick it up again One. Single. Time. I am incredibly lucky that my mother-in-law is the queen of taking pictures on her iPhone, and as such have at least these to share with you. I am just beyond disappointed in myself and I don't anticipate getting over this one very soon... But, thank goodness for ever improving cell phone cameras!

Anyway, with the exception of my complete and utter failure as the party photographer, the party was fantastic! Adelaide had the best time celebrating with all of our family and friends, and got completely spoiled by everyone. 

A couple of super easy and fun Pinterest ideas:

^^ I ran a strip of cute wrapping paper down the center of all of the tables. It was such an easy way to dress up a plain old plastic tablecloth, and I thought it made all the difference! This is a trick I plan on pulling out time and time again! ^^

^^Again, super simple, but taping a few balloons to the bottom of crepe paper hanging in the doorway felt really festive, and Adelaide has had a blast running through it for going on 4 days now (which explains why the crepe paper is so sparse and there are only 3 balloons left, because of course, I just took this picture :/ ) ^^

Yeah, still kicking myself over here...

Okay, now for the (partially) iPhone picture overload!

 ^^ She blew her candles right out on the first try! And she didn't even spit on the cake at all guys! ^^

And, of course, the birthday post wouldn't be complete without a little playhouse love...

The playhouse turned out better than I ever could've imagined. Jordan spent every spare moment for about three weeks leading up to her birthday working on it, and I am so glad (and relieved!) that she already loves it so much! This is one very loved little girl :) Thank you so much to everyone who helped make the party such a special day for her!



In honor of my sweet baby girl turning 2 (!), I thought I would share her birth story. Sorry in advance for all of the blurry pictures included in this post, but it's all we have. So, here we go...

My due date was Thursday, September 26th. I began my maternity leave that previous Monday, the 23rd, because #1, I wasn't interested in teaching my PreK'ers about the birds and the bees and where the stork doesn't come into play when babies are born, and #2, I was holding out hope for an October birthday (Halloween birthday parties year after year after year? Yes, please!). So, I dutifully spent my first days of maternity leave mostly sitting on the couch with my feet up. At least I was sitting around more than I would've at school, so I figured that would be enough to keep the bun in the oven. But by Tuesday, dreams of ghosts and witches and all things Halloween birthday started slipping away. I don't remember exactly when the contractions started, but it was some time Tuesday. (This is where waiting two years to write this down is going to make things difficult...) I don't remember what I initially thought was happening, or how long it took me to realize I was indeed having contractions, but I started writing them down at 4:32 pm... then 4:48... then 5:08... 15-20 minutes apart. 

Then 5:59... 6:07... 6:13... closer together, but still not the 5-1-1 rule they tell you to follow (5 minutes apart, lasting for 1 minute each, for 1 hour). 

Jordan stopped what he was doing each time I had a contraction to ask if I was okay. Apparently I didn't look very okay. "I'm fine." I repeated each time. At this point I was still very much in denial. I had read of other people being in labor with hard contractions for days, and I think I was still holding out hope that they would subside or that this was just the start of a very long process, and I would indeed have years of Halloween birthday party planning ahead.  I'm telling you, I was ready to hunker down and suffer through it for a whole freaking week. What? I like Halloween... Plus, even though it was quite painful, I figured this was just the start, and thus the pain would be getting much worse, therefore I had to be fine. If I wasn't fine now, how on earth would I make it to later???

I ended up getting comfortable on the couch for a night of very little sleep, so as to not keep Jordan awake. The contractions continued to be very irregular, ranging from 20 to 6 minutes apart.

The following morning was more of the same with contractions ranging from 10 minutes to 5 minutes apart, but never regular. I called my doctor's office before Jordan left for work, but she told me until I hit the magic 5-1-1, there was no need to go to the hospital (of course, she went throught the whole gamut of questions to rule out the need to go for any other reasons, water breaking, etc).

So, off to work Jordan went. Of course all the while I was insisting that I was fine, even though he insisted that I didn't look it. 

I sat outside enjoying the cool morning with Bowser (yes, we drag his bed and sleeping bag outside with us so he won't get cold. Duh.)...

...and generally went about my business, stopping every 5 to 10 minutes to get through a contraction. When they hit I felt completely immobile. I just shut my eyes, leaned on something, and tried to do my "yoga breathing". I hadn't done any lamaze classes or anything, so I just did what I figured was similar. Deep breaths in, slow out. All I wanted to do was hold my breath. At one point I got in the shower hoping the water would ease the pain. If I remember correctly, I spent most of the time sitting in the bottom of the shower trying to hold my breath breathe through contractions. It helped a little.

Jordan stopped by the house around lunchtime to pick up some work supplies and popped in to check on me. I told him I was fine, and he insisted, yet again, that I did not, in fact, look at all fine. But after reminding him that my doctor's office told me it wasn't time to go to the hospital, and that my contractions were still irregular, he continued on his way.

*I'm just not going to worry about TMI here, because this is a birth story afterall...

About 15 minutes after Jordan left, I went to the bathroom and saw some blood which freaked me out completely. Even still, I was a little leery about calling my doctor's office for the second time that day, but I felt pretty sure that this was one of those signs that definitely means something, so I called. This time she told me it was about that time, and to head to the hospital. I called Jordan to relay they news, but since his guys were at a job site with no vehicle, he continued on to pick them up and sent his brother to get me.

Bowser totally knew there was something going on...

My contractions on the way to the hospital were ranging from 7 to 3 minutes apart. 

Jordan met us in the parking lot of the hospital at about 12:30. I stopped in the middle of the driveway, completely unable to walk through a contraction, even though Jordan insisted I couldn't stop there. Yeah, you don't get to tell a woman in labor where she can and cannot stop.

I went straight to triage where I was hooked up to various monitors and asked to rate my pain. I went with a 6 out of 10, still assuming that the worst was yet to come. Come to find out, I was in the thick of it already. Jordan and I chatted with our triage nurse at length about our respective dogs. At this point I would say it was probably after 1:00. The nurse didn't seem to be in any hurry to have a look "down there", but when she finally got around to that, I was dialated to a 3, and she was like, "Whoa girl, you're totally in labor!" Apparently that 6 out of 10 ranking had her maybe on the fence about whether or not it was the real deal. And so I was admitted, asked if I could walk to my room, of course I said I could. About 2 steps in my water broke. On my feet. On the floor. Probably on the nurse's feet. It was I left a lovely little trail behind me all the way down the hall. It was It was probably 1:15-1:30 before I got to my room. I'm telling you, we chatted at length about our dogs. Well, the nurse and Jordan did at least.

^^ Trying to smile through the pain. I wouldn't say I succeeded ;) ^^

I was asked if I wanted to go ahead and get my epidural. I said no (after all, the pain was only a 6 out of 10, right :/ ). It didn't take long for me to realize that I actually didn't have to sit there in pain. It wasn't going to make any difference whatsoever if I got it now or later. Actually, I was going to make a huge difference. I could either sit there in agony every few minutes or not. Ummm... I think I'll take not. So the next time the nurse came around I said, eh, what the heck. I think I'll go ahead and take that epidural now. Luckily I didn't have to wait too long for the anesthesiologist to come around with that magical numbing solution. BTW: In my opinion, the epidural really wasn't a huge deal. They numb it first and it's not like you can see anything that's happening (a big bonus for me). But then again, I did rate a level 10 (in hindsight) contraction a 6. So what do I know?

So, I was sitting pretty in bed not feeling a thing. At some point the nurse told Jordan that he should be fine to run and do a final coat on the garage floor he'd been working on that morning. My parents had arrived by then, and everyone felt confident that I still had hours to go, so he wasn't worried about leaving for a little while. 

Luckily Jordan was still there when I had my next check. I think this was the first time I had been checked since I was admitted, after all, it had only been an hour, hour and half. Apparently I had progressed a lot and the nurse actually had me do a "test" push. I guess that was around 3:00. That's also when they called the doctor. It went from sure Jordan, you can leave for an hour or two, to get the doctor in here now, we've got a baby comin'! 

I pushed through the next 3 contractions. 7 minutes from first push to welcome to the world baby Adelaide! 

(They warned me to let my doctor know next time that I labor very quickly, but considering I was having full on contractions for almost a day and a half before she was born, I don't think I labor quickly, I just labor irregularly. I think the more important thing to remember next time is to forget that 5-1-1 crap! :)

And now this baby girl is turning two! She is without a doubt the most amazing person I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, and the fact that I get to be her mom? Well, I feel like the luckiest person in the world. Part of me absolutely can not believe that it's already been two whole years, while the other part can't believe there was ever a time when she wasn't the center of my world. It's kinda the craziest...

Happy, happy, happy birthday sweet girl! I love you x1,000,000! 

And now I will bombard you with too many photos :)



It's absolutely impossible for me to sum up the love I feel for you in a few words. I could go on and on for days, and still not get halfway there. You are amazing. You are adorable. You are so incredibly smart. You are every single good thing in the world. 

The last two years have been the ultimate roller coaster. You put us through the ringer for the first several months, but have been steady making up for it ever since. Mostly ;) There have been more times than I'd like to admit when I wondered if I could do this and if I was really any good at it. Being a mom. But there was never a time when I doubted how badly I wanted to be your mom. Never a time when I wasn't grateful to be your mom. It's absolutely magical, and maybe I'm even starting to get the hang of it.

Now here we are, on the brink of what many say is the hardest year of them all. Or maybe it's three? Or maybe it's sixteen. Whatever the next year brings, I know it will be worth it. Because you're worth it. Getting to be your mom makes it worth it. Cause you're kinda the best thing that has ever bee-bopped it's way into my world :) 



I finally dug out my fall decorations this week and I got my Hobby Lobby inspired DIY sign done! I also put together a quick little garland with these cute little pinecones. Also, my pumpkin collection out front has now grown to four! 

I feel like I'm really limited in fall decorating options because we don't really have many flat surfaces, but I also kinda like that I don't have too much stuff to pull out (and therefore pack up). I would really like to add some cozy fall-ish throw pillows and maybe a nice blanket or two, but I hate spending a bunch of money on seasonal decorations. Plus, where in the world are you supposed to store them for the rest of the year? Maybe making some removable covers to change out would be the way to go? Sounds like a little fabric perusing may just be in my future...



Sorry I haven't been around and for the lack of visual interest in this here post. Between operation build Adelaide a super sweet playhouse and getting things with the pumpkin par-tay in order, there's just not been a lot of free time around here. And since I'm not anticipating it getting any better until after B-day, I'll just go ahead and let you know that you probably won't be hearing a ton from me for the next week and half. I do have a special birthday post in mind though, so at the very least I plan to squeeze in enough keyboard time to get that done.

My apologies!



I'm posting at bedtime (mine, that is) because we ended up with a super busy day on our hands:


On our way to play date this morning we stopped at two Kroger stores in search of the pumpkins that were rumored to be there. Store number one? No dice. Store number two? Jackpot! Well, not really. There were only two boxes and they were rather banged up. But there were pumpkins none-the-less, and a pumpkin we bought. After the first pumpkin purchase of the season was complete, I proceeded to drive in the wrong direction for about 8 minutes to get to our play date, effectively making me about 10  minutes late. That's what I get for ever thinking I know where anything is in relation to anything else. It may not seem like a lot, but 10 minutes of talking with my friends while my child happily plays completely independent from me is actually equivalent to like, an hour of free time pre-Adelaide. So yeah, kind of a big deal. 

Then Adelaide's nap time was spent working on the big birthday playhouse surprise. All 60 minutes of it. This hasn't really been the week of oodles of free time during naps. It's pretty much been the opposite actually. Anyway, that's how all of nap time was spent. Me: busting up some pallets (they never knew what hit them) and Jordan pulling nails out of said pallets. And the rest of the day was pretty much spent doing other play house related things. By the end of the day we had pretty dope platform. Hey, Adelaide seemed pretty pleased with it. Maybe we'll just call it a day with that ;)

Okay. Happy weekend and stuff :)



I love reading the Elanorisms/Samsonisms posts on the Rockstar Diaries blog, and I'm super excited to be able to put together one of my own now for Adelaide. It's been so much fun hearing Adelaide's vocabulary growing so much lately. I immediately morph into Mommy-cheerleader mode every time she puts together an entire phrase! It would be highly embarrassing to her if she were a few years older. Like, super embarrassing. But, luckily for me she's not older (just about to be two!), and I've been keeping a list to share with you ;)

When she uses up the the minuscule bit of syrup she gets for her waffles (it's so awesome when they don't know any better!), she asks for "more stir it up?"

A favorite book lately has been Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, however she likes to call it "Chicken Chicken Boom Boom".

"It's a lake pool!" when she spots any large body of water. And sometimes "ocean" gets thrown in the mix. Along with "I wanna paddle board". She loves the water. She does not get that from me. 

"I wanna push the butt", because apparently button is still a bit much :)

"Up doh." (Uh oh...)

Me: "Where does GG live?" Adelaide: "Avocado." Avocado, Chicago... it's all the same, eh?

Corrine Baily Rae came on the radio,  Me: "I love this song!" Adelaide: "I love it too!" Guess Wheels on the Bus has some competition for top spot now ;)



I'm sharing these photos with you becuase I just finished doing some edits on them so I can reprint them for our gallery wall in the living room, and I don't have time to come up with anything else. So, sorry.

I really wanna take a nap. But I'm thinking maybe that's the last thing I should do since I fell asleep shortly after 8:00 last night and racked up nearly 10 hours in all. I think I may've accidentally given my body the impression that I was going into hibernation or something, and as such, really need to let it know that I am, indeed, a human and my goal is not to sleep the day away.

I am compiling a list of the very funny things Adelaide has been saying lately. Maybe it's only adorable to me. You can weigh next week when that post comes ;) But here's a little preview: "Avocado" And she's not talking about the fruit... 

I am eating up Adelaide's nap time after yesterday's 30 minute car nap and resulting miserable afternoon. Answer me this: If at about 4:00 it became painfully obvious that she was indeed exhausted (and letting me know it!), why on earth didn't she take advantage of the, not one, but two opportunities to take a real nap in her crib when they were offered earlier??? It amazes me how tiniest bit of car sleep can result in such turmoil.

And now the runny, stuffy nose she woke up with this morning is rearing it's ugly head. At least, I assume that's the cause behind the fact that she is now awake in her crib and calling for me only 30  minutes into her nap. So much for eating it up.

Hey, happy Labor Day though! Jordan's not working, so I'm gettin' pretty psyched about that right about now! Have a super freakin great weekend guys!

And cross your fingers for me that Adelaide goes back to sleep.


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