Nancy and Sarah hooked me up with a photo session for Karis with Christine Hobson, an amazingly talented photographer. She came over on Sunday and turned our house into a photo studio. She is so good with babies and knows how to keep them sleeping while snapping all kinds of poses. Here is a photo of her doing her thing:And here are some of the results:These are just proofs from her blog, and I can't WAIT to see all of the shots! . . .
the after-birth
Okay, I promise. No placenta talk. But if you really want to throw up in your mouth right now, check this out. Don't say I didn't warn you. It's been a little over a week since Karis' arrival. We sprung out of that hospital as fast as we could and left within 24 hours, which was as soon as they would allow us. I. Hate. Hospitals. We were so happy to come home, and because I have the best in-laws ever, we got to spend our first night home without the two older kids, just enjoying our new baby.We . . .
Yo Mama
If only I had seen this ad campaign from American Apparel, the totally confusing and overpriced artsy/hipster clothing brand that all the cool kids are wearing these days. Turns out they make maternity! I could have been wearing a comfy and flattering one-piece for the last nine months. WITH leg warmers. This would have looked so awesome to wear to work.Okay, for real. Someone explain this to me, because I am too old. Are they being ironic? Is this some sort of retro performance piece, or . . .
the birth story
For those of you who enjoy this kind of thing, here are the [not so] gory details of Karis' big day:I was scheduled to be induced for Monday, April 27th. I've always been a fan of going more natural when it comes to stuff like this, but my belly was already measuring at 44 weeks at my 40 week appointment. I knew I was gonna have a big baby, and it became a question of trying to induce to avoid a c-section, or waiting it out to avoid pitocin. My doctor persuaded me to schedule the induction, but . . .
Karis is here
Born April 28, 2009 at 2:40 pm9 lbs 5 oz 21 inches . . .
This is an outrage!! (white people problems)
The other day, a letter came home from my son's preschool urging the parents to take action. The title of the letter was "This is an outrage!!". I was pretty curious to read it, since they rarely send non-preschool related letters home. What on earth could be so big a deal?As it turns out: suburban parking. My son's school is in a really nice, very expensive area of Orange County. (We do not live in this neighborhood). Apparently there is a city ordinance proprosed that everyone is up in arms . . .
Random and Unrelated Bullet Points
I am still pregnant. I am scheduled to be induced on Monday. I cannot express how uncomfortable I am, and what my feet and ankles look like right now. If I weren't so vain, I would post pictures of my feet and you could all have a laugh at my expense. A medical induction without a midwife is not how I pictured my ideal birth. But I am letting that go. Moving on to Project Evacuate My Uterus.Mark and Jafta were rear-ended today. They are fine, thank God. Our car is not. The other car was a small . . .
How the UPS man saved the day
There are some days as a stay-at-home mom where I wake up and wonder how I'm gonna entertain the kids for the entire day. At 40+ weeks pregnant, that is my dilemma pretty much every day. Enter our dashing UPS guy, who delivered a large box with a lot of bubble wrap (and a breast pump, but I didn't let the kids play with that). The kids spent the first part of the day playing with the bubble wrap. They popped it with their fingers, and then put it on the ground and stomped on it, and then . . .
corrective emotional experience
There is a whole school of therapy based on the premise that people just need empathy for their childhood wounds. The assumption is that most parents are unable to give empathy or apologize to their children for things that are difficult, which leaves them with a gaping hole that a therapist can fix by providing a corrective emotional experience in adulthood. I have seen a lot of people come to therapy with the underlying issue of never feeling understood or validated by their parents. So as I . . .
Because you asked
I know I've been posting a lot of cute pics of the kids, and some of you have asked that I post a picture of myself. I've been avoiding it because I am so, so huge. But then I thought, what the heck. It's not like I'm carrying 8 or something. So here is a little tummy shot of me at 40 weeks pregnant:I told you I was huge. . . .
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