This is what 2.5 looks like

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This girl. I love her.  

This is what two months looks like

Elle, my sweet child, how have you been with us for two whole months already?  I cannot get enough of this baby!

Expectations

A few weeks ago my sisters, my grandma, Eric and I were sitting around my parent's kitchen table  when the subject of personality types came up.  My sister Eden has always thought of herself as a type A "mini Hans."  Hans, my dad, is a type A++: decisive, organized, efficient, likes control.  Eden thought that's how she is too, but everyone disagreed.  Eden is super silly, easygoing and laid back. However, she likes to be on top of her work, she likes her life organized and tidy, so she assumed, if not an A++, she was at least an A.  The rest of the table said nope. B. (Well not me, I still think she's an A.  Maybe an AB.)  Eden, clearly shell shocked, was left to ponder this revelation, while everyone else at the table moved on to the REAL TYPE A, ME.  Words like "stressed out" and "controlling" were tossed about, and, feeling a little uneasy, I demanded we find a real definition to see what exactly constitutes a type A.

Elle at two weeks

You guys, it's one of those days.  One of those days that really makes me question how exactly I am going to get through till happy hour the dad gets home bedtime.

Eleanor Elizabeth, a Birth Story

Check. Her. Out! No really check out her hands.

You know how when you do something once, and it was a great experience, you assume you're good at said thing and that the next time you will do it it will be a similar experience?  That was me, regarding giving birth to a baby.  Here's the thing.  Pregnancies, births, babies -- they all different, mama.  They all different.

Life 2.0

I'm sitting in my birthing suite ruminating on the events of the last 48 hours, trying to think of something I can compare this experience to, to make it more relatable, but I'm coming up short.  Giving birth is a stand alone experience, as is everything that follows. This room, this hospital, it's so isolated from the rest of the world.  It literally just dawned on me I can turn on music.  It's a little daunting, thinking about joining reality...even though I'm going slightly stir crazy cooped up in this little room.  I know this part of the journey is just about over, and it's going to be in stark contrast to the next chapter, so I'm trying to enjoy it...but it's still. so. strange.                    

Grace's Big Girl Room

Today I want to share Grace's new big girl room with you, but in order to fully appreciate just how cute it is, take a look at this: