The excitement that I have over the fact that I can tell people she is 1.5 is so exciting. That and it's ridiculously insane that the baby that I just gave birth to in the hospital is already so close to 2. Because I literally just birthed her.
Man they were not lying when they said the second kid makes time go faster.
I felt the need to do a massive update since I can't even remember the last one I did for our tiniest nugget. So much has happened, so much is going on and right now I am watching Quinn ride her scooter in front of me.... back and forth, back and forth wondering where the hell the time went.
I am currently surrounded by moving boxers, galore and lots of snack and sippy cups. This has been life lately. Crazy, insanely busy.
Oh, Harper. Harper, Harper, Harper. You, my dear are one of the craziest children I have ever come across. You are whiny, moody, loud and damn cute. You are shy, funny and full of.... curiosity.
You are starting to finally love on your sister and let her love on you. Because let's be honest, sister wants to give you hugs and kisses #alldayerrday. But who can blame her. You are simply delicious.
You hate to sit down and eat food. Mama gave up on the high chair a long time ago. You and sissy eat at your little kid's table and unless it's pizza or scrambled eggs..... you eat your fruit and are right on your way. You do love to snack however and you are becoming quite addicted to milk. Finally. You are a peanut though and I contribute this to the fact that you hate eating meals. Quinn had gained 3 pounds in between her 15 and 18 month appointments and I think you've gained 4 ounces. I will not mention that you are still nursing at night. But I always try and trick you into cuddling instead. That's only worked a handful of times. Sorry to say, kid but the ship has sailed. I am giving you another month or two and then we gotta give that up, ok?
Still a thumb sucker, but only when you're tired. Your teeth look just like Quinny's did at her age thanks to her beloved paci. Speaking of teeth, your fangs just came in. (I don't know what they're really called? Incisors? Is that even close?) So you are a mouth full of teeth! You love to show them to me when I take your picture, although recently I seem to be annoying you so you just put your hand over your face and say "No"
No. That is most definitely your most favorite word. You are feisty and you sure as hell know exactly what you want. My favorite time with you is when you wake up, we make our way downstairs and I let the dog out and make my coffee and grab your milk. Then you climb into my lap, drink your milk and watch Disney Jr. together. You do this a lot. If we're home and just hanging out you want to be on my lap. And while it may sometimes may drive me crazy because you know.... I would love to eat... it's one of my favorite things about you. You love your mama and it makes me super happy. But at the same time you are clingy and I sometimes have to bribe you with M&M's just for you to let me go out on a run. But the "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" when I come back? Worth every clingy moment with you.
You're interest in electronics has gone from 0-100 recently. You have learned to FaceTime daddy all by yourself and embarrass him at work. Although we love him to death because he will sit there and baby talk you like no one is around. While I thought it was a fluke the first time you did it, listening to you FaceTime daddy on the couch while screaming "DADDY!!!!" is probably the cutest thing I've seen. So I definitely have to watch my phone.
You sleep like a rockstar. You are finally taking one nap a day, usually 2:00-4:30ish. Unless we are in the car and it's like freaking baby sleep magic and we have to fight to keep you awake. And by we, I mean Quinn who I tell to throw stuff at you. (And I wonder why you get annoyed with her?!) You go to bed around 8:00 and you're usually up around 7:30/8:00. Although lately it's been closer to 7:00 and we're not having that. You know by now that you will wait in your crib until 7:30 because mama simply does not function before then.
You are simply a crazy little kid. Temper tantrums are something we knew nothing about until you. Head banging, throwing, dramatically tossing yourself to the floor? Yeah. Not your finest moments but my GOD are you adorable. You're baby doll skin and blue/gray/green eyes and blonde hair make it hard to be mad at you. Especially now that you've learned to manipulate and give kisses when we're mad at you. You bring so much joy, laughter and also "wtf was that?" to our lives. I seriously cannot imagine our life without you. Because you fit in so perfectly.
We love you so much big girl. Still can't believe you're not an infant anymore, but I look so forward to you growing just like your big sister. And hoping that you will become a big sister yourself sometime soon. I feel like you are all middle child, just without actually being the middle child yet.
You are so perfect and we love every bit of you. Crazy.
This house that we (ok, Anthony mostly) put our blood, sweat and tears into is on the market. The first house we ever purchased. Were we crazy? Absolutely.
Please make your way here to see the utter and disgusting before pictures. We were young, child-less and looking for a money maker. Four years later, every last little project was done.
It's very exciting but sad at the same time. Our first house purchased together. The one we brought Harper home from the hospital from. Quinn moved in when she was only 2 months old.
To be honest, the thing that's making me the most sad is the fact that this was Trigger's last house. That sounds so stupid, but it makes me super emotional whenever I think of the dog anyway, much more so that we won't be living here anymore. He did love this house. He had his own room and a huge yard. God I miss that dog.
Anth (and his dad) did an awesome job. I hope that whoever buys it loves working on landscaping because that is one thing both of us fail at. I can't keep a plant alive and Anth hates everything to do with landscaping.
The girl's rooms are the saddest to look at because we put so much energy into them when they were babies.
It's been on the market for 2 days and we've had 2 showings so far. Holy hell, not easy. Three dogs, two kids and a prayer that the cat stays under our bed is quite stressful. Here's hoping that it goes quickly and we can start new memories in a new house. IN A NEIGHBORHOOD. God I cannot wait to take nightly walks on a sidewalk. Hopefully we move into a neighborhood with lots of kiddos and lots of room for more babies :) We've never given birth to a kid knowing that we were going him ego a home that we will be in for a long time and that is something I am looking very forward to!
Leading up to Quinn's birthday party I was really thinking about what I could do to get my eating habits in order. I seriously have zero self control when it comes to food. Like zero. I was telling my girlfriends my entire life is like a Lay's potato chip. When it comes to food, I can't have just one of anything.
I knew I wanted to wait until after Quinn's party because hello? Cake. And leftover cake.
So the Monday after her party I was super pumped and ready! It really wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be because I am pretty good with my meals. Mostly Paleo, sometimes a whole grain english muffin. The hard part would be the snacking, the chocolate and pop tarts.
Day 1 and 2 were awesome. No cravings, totally on track. Day three. We were at Red Robin and I was enjoying my lettuces wrap burger and I had probably the worst headache of my life. I told Anthony I was dying and that he needed to take me to the ER because I was for sure internally brain bleeding. Ok, it was not that serious, but I felt awful. So I Google'd "whole 30 massive headache" and apparently it was totally normal. The Whole 30 website basically said that the feelings you are feeling are directly proportionate to the amount of garbage you consumed prior to starting the Whole 30.
Well, shit. I basically did it to myself. The night before I started I seriously was so ashamed of myself. I don't think I have ever consumed as much food ever in my life.... and it was awful food. Like leftover cake and birthday food. Delicious.... but horrible.
So I crawled into bed that night praying I would wake up being able to function and with no headache.
Thankfully, it had turned into a mild headache and I felt almost totally back to normal.
So to hopefully not turn this into a book, I will say I totally didn't cheat for....
And on day 21 we went to UNO's. And I needed nachos. I blame Anthony for all of this because hello? 21 days. And nachos turned into a full blown cheat meal. Coke, pizza and the largest peanut butter chocolate cup of my life.
I was ashamed. But satisfied. What I imagine a one night stand would feel like. But I was also shocked that I couldn't finish my pizza or the dessert. This is coming from a girl who can literally down a ridiculous amount of food. So I guess it was an improvement.
The rest of the 30 days kind of were a failure. I did pretty good, but I wasn't strict about it anymore. I finished the girl's lunches.... I ate cake a birthday party. UNO's kind of ruined it for me.
So my Whole 30 was a total failure, but I will say it was an improvement to my eating habits. I think I will try and stick to the much more doable Paleo recommended cheat meal every 4/5 days.
I will add that I probably have had the worst workout month while I was on the Whole 30. I don't know if it was me being totally lazy or a complete coincidence, but I only ran like 16 miles in July and I wasn't as committed to lifting. So I am very glad it's over, but would I do it again? Absolutely. Just not any time soon!
So ever since she started sprouting some precious hair on her head I have been cherishing every brush stroke, every shampoo and condition.
I am a little obsessed.
Until we noticed that her hair touched her hiney when she was in the bath and I think we all knew it was time for this real life Rapunzel to go in for a trim. If you asked Quinn, she wanted to cut it all the way to her shoulders. But being that was her first haircut and I already was having anxiety.... No.
So we booked an appointment with the lady who does my hair because I was not about to let Cartoon Cuts touch that perfection.
She was super excited after we reassured her that no, getting your hair cut does not hurt.
And Lita escaped work for an hour because it was that special of an occasion.
She got herself some fruit snacks from the goodie corner and sat herself in the chair. All smiles! Daddy came and undid her mane while I kept my face behind the camera to hide my tears.
And that was it. The little baby strands of hair that have been on her head since birth. I silently wept into my hand.
She seriously could get her hair cut everyday if I let her. She was amazed at the whole process. Although she was bummed she didn't get her hair massaged and washed like mommy does.
So that is the story of my baby girl's very first haircut. I was an emotional wreck, I took way too many photos. I was laughed at for bringing my DSLR to the hair salon, but these are memories! My big girl is growing up and I hate it. While I love seeing the beautiful, feisty and smart little girl she is becoming....it scares the ever living $*^& out of me to think I have to put her out into the world so soon. School, sports, field trips. I can't handle it.
I am now in a downward shame spiral over a haircut. I need another cup of coffee.
Balance. Probably what I struggle with the most in life. But like I always tell myself.... if that's my biggest problem we are probably doing ok. #firstworldproblems am i right?
This really wasn't an issue for me when I had Quinn. I still had a full time job and to be honest... everything else usually just got swept under the rug, because all I wanted was to spend my time with her when I got home and on weekends. Cleaning, exercise, etc just didn't matter as much.
Now that I am a stay at home mom, balance is hard. Like insanely hard. I think I've gotten to a comfortable medium now that Harper is a little older and to be honest thanks to my insanely wonderful mother who helps me with every aspect in life.
But there is always room for improvement and I want to be the best mother I can be and I think the key to that is balance.
I tried working out a cleaning schedule that actually worked pretty well for a long time.
I've come to terms with the fact that I suck at doing laundry. We have too many pairs of underwear in this family for me to go weeks without doing it. Hashtag shame.
So if I could just keep up with that schedule.... that would be great.
This is something I have been trying to cut back on for a while now. Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Bloglovin. I can't even explain to you how much time I could waste. I am and will always be an insane picture taker. I love having those candid memories of my babies and the everyday things. But maybe of instead immediately uploading things to Instagram, I wait until later to do so.
I allow myself to check social media 3x a day. Which is totally doable for me. Now I put my phone somewhere that isn't right next to me and try to be in the moment. It's actually working out pretty well, although I do miss Pinterest. But playing Hungry Hungry Hippos for the 78th time that day always trumps my phone.
This is something we've been pretty good about. My mom basically shoves us out of the door on weekends when we've been insanely busy, or she hasn't put the girls to bed in a long time. Dinner, movies (never both, because hello? sleep) and our favorite... Dinner and shopping. Because how often do we get to shop for ourselves kid free?! Even if we do end up bringing home tons for the girls.
This is probably the easiest thing for us to balance. Because who doesn't love getting together and having all the children entertain each other? When Quinn was a baby we used to bring the pack and play to Colleen and Jason's house and put her to bed and then enjoy some much needed adult time aka drinking. Now the kids are a little older so we can keep them up later and they are nice and tired for bed.
Eating and Sleep
Never an issue. LOL
This is something I have to make myself make time for. And it usually happens at nap time. I go to the pool house, lift some heavy stuff and call it a day. If I'm lucky, Anth gets home early and I can go to a yoga class or get a run in. Sunday mornings are my mornings to sleep in and instead I go to Body Pump and Spinning class. Which sucks because I would much rather sleep, but it works. I am also insanely lucky that my mom is the daycare supervisor at my gym, so I get to go anytime during the day and get a quick workout in while the girls spend time with their Lita. So I'm kind of spoiled. Poor Anth is the one who struggles to get time in, but I have a feeling once we move he will be back to his normal workout routine. (That's what a desk job does to you, huh babe?!)
At this point in my life my house is always a mess, my laundry is always overflowing, but my kids are always happy. And that makes for a happy mama. I've made peace with the fact that I can never do it all. At once anyway. And that's ok. For my sanity, for my family's sanity.
These days have been nothing but chaos with Anth finishing up last minute projects before the photographer comes (LESS THAN 2 WEEKS!) and our house goes on the market. So life these days has been filled with housework, the Redfin app and driving around countless neighborhoods and lots.