The shopaholic in me can’t help but browse through baby clothes all the time even when we don’t need to buy things, so I figured I would start sharing things I love here from time to time. One of my biggest weaknesses is browsing the adorable baby dresses at Old Navy, so here are my favorite picks from there right now. The images above are linked so click a dress if you like it to get the details. I got Isabelle this Striped Empire waist dress and it’s so cute! (AND only $10) I’m kind of sad I ordered a size up because I want her to be able to wear it already. Anyways, happy browsing friends!
It’s 21 days into the New Year, does that even qualify as “New Years” anymore? Have most people dropped their resolutions at this point? I feel like the gym is getting less crowded every day.
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And now for fun, here are some outtakes from our super quick photo session for our Christmas card. I knew we needed to make it fast because Eli basically holds still for no man. It was an above freezing day which I was considering an early victory. We drove to the park across the street from our house because I knew the short walk would push the kids into the nap time zone. I set up the tripod and hailed Dan and the kids over for photos and Eli instantly started whining about how cold his hands were, cue not wanting to take any photos. Of course after 5 minutes when I gave up, he ran off to play in the snow, what?! Toddlers man.
Season 1 “The One Where Underdog Gets Away”
favorite moment: Chandler style Thanksgiving food saves the day
Season 2 “The One with the List”
*disclaimer: this season didn’t do a “real” Thanksgiving episode so this one is the closest it gets
favorite moment: mocklate
Season 3 “The One with the Football”
favorite moment: what the actual Geller Cup looks like
Season 4 “The One with Chandler in a Box”
favorite moment: Monica’s eye patch
Season 5 “The One with All the Thanksgivings”
favorite moment: when Monica brings a baby carrot to the hospital instead of Chandler’s toe
*MOISTMAKER BONUS: “The One with Ross’ Sandwich” Season 5 episode 9
Season 6 “The One Where Ross Got High”
favorite moment: Beef in the trifle
Season 7 “The One Where Chandler Doesn’t Like Dogs”
favorite moment: how Ross just can’t remember all 50 States
Season 8 “The One with the Rumor”
favorite moment: Brad Pitt everything and Joey’s “meat sweats”
Season 9 “The One with Rachel’s Other Sister”
favorite moment: Rachel and Amy’s girl fight
Season 10 “The One with the Late Thanksgiving”
favorite moment: Joey’s head stuck in the door
Have a Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Cooking: up a batch of strawberry rhubarb jam
Drinking: apple cinnamon herbal tea in the evening
Reading: nothing at the moment :/ really need to get on that
Wanting: everything plaid
Looking: for Halloween costume ideas for the kids
Playing: in the tunnel we made for Eli
Watching: Parenthood – I love it when I find a show I love once it’s over because I can marathon episodes!
Sewing: possibly something for the aforementioned Halloween costumes
Wishing: for a whole new wardrobe
Enjoying: the cooler fall weather
Waiting: for our student loan check
Liking: being back in Canada!
Wondering: when Izze is going to start crawling- scary!
Loving: when my kids interact together
Hoping: the oil industry gets better quickly
Needing: a really long nap
Smelling: baby blankets to see if they need to be washed (tmi?)
Wearing: long johns cause it’s chilly!
Following: weather reports like a nerd
Noticing: how my husband didn’t notice when I cut 5 inches off my hair haha
Knowing: I live a blessed life
Thinking: about Christmas- what is wrong with me! I just want a Christmas tree already…
Bookmarking: restaurants in Calgary I want to try
Opening: a giant new tin of hot chocolate for this cool weather
Giggling: about Eli’s toddler bed antics watched over the baby monitor
Feeling: extra worn out today- thanks kiddos 😉
When my saint of a husband got home from work he told me to go to the pool and he would make dinner and be with the kids. Praise the Lord! I grabbed a diet coke and the Village Magazine I’d been waiting to read with me. Precious and alluding alone time was mine!
Laying down in my chair by the pool, sun on my face, I flipped vol. 2 open to the letter from the editor by Krystal Donovan and the words she had about mother’s needing to come together and form a village were like a healing balm to my soul that day.
“The one thing that we all have in common IS motherhood. We are all connected to one another, there is always something, some facet of this journey that we can all relate to that bridges the gaps between us all, something that bridges the gap between judgement, and the ridicule.”
“I miss that village of mothers that I never had. The one we traded for homes that, despite being a stone’s throw, feel miles apart from each other. The one we traded for locked front doors, blinking devices and afternoons alone on the floor playing one-on-one with our little ones.”
I realized lately, moving somewhere new temporarily, I’ve been missing my village. It’s easier to pull away and even just rely on my “online village”, because I’ll take my mom friends from afar via instagram or facebook over loneliness any day. But, I want to reach out further, and push myself to trusting others, and relying on others, and giving help and kindness back in return. It also made me dream of a global village, where the motherhood bond we all share can bring us together. Where I can smile at a new mom and tell her it’s ok when she can’t navigate her giant stroller though the narrow grocery store isles, and she can smile back and politely tip me off about the buttons I forgot to redo on the front of my shirt last nursing session. It’s the little things that can add up to be bigger things. Things that I think would make motherhood even happier.
One little article sparked so many thoughts for me. The whole magazine though is filled with beautiful words, and even more beautiful photos. I love reading things that leave me feeling inspired, which is exactly what this did! Inspired to find time for myself, to be present in the moment, and to share real pieces of me. To slow down and enjoy life more instead of getting caught up in a modern busy day to day.
Purchase your copy of The Village Magazine Vol. 2 Vintage HERE
It was the eve of me being 38 weeks pregnant. Dan and I had just finished reading a chapter in a book we were reading together, and had stayed up much too late. I of course had to go to the bathroom again before bed so I rolled over to get up and, bam, water broke. I told a very sleepy Dan, “Uhhh I think my water just broke.” and when I stood up I knew for sure that’s what had happened.
For the past few weeks leading up to her birth I just had this feeling she was going to come early. I just felt so done and ready. But, I chalked it up to wishful thinking because I desperately wanted her to arrive before Dan left for Texas. The odds were against me, with Eli coming a week late.
So when my water broke, I had this surge of excitement. I get to meet her! I don’t have to be pregnant anymore! It was a bit past midnight and I had a midwife appointment scheduled for that morning, Thursday, April 30th. My water had broken, but I was having zero contractions.
We had planned to do a home birth, so I gave the midwives a call in the middle of the night to see what our game plan should be. I cannot testify more about how much I love midwives, LOVE them! I hope I can birth all my babies with midwives. It’s like getting care from the best of friends. Even in the middle of the night, when they were currently at another birth, they were so excited for me!
Since I wasn’t having any contractions the plan was for me to try and get a night of sleep and see if any started up by morning. Dan was a huge fan of this plan, because he was out cold haha. I woke him up and told him, and then as an emotional pregnant woman cried because 1) I was about to change Eli’s life and I was so worried about him, and 2) my phone was out of memory and there I was sobbing about how I wasn’t going to be able to take any photos of our new baby.
After some consoling, Dan went back to sleep, but I was completely wired. I was going to have a baby! I charged my phone and deleted old pictures so I could have pictures of the new baby. I did the same for my camera. I took a shower. I shaved my legs, I removed old nail polish, and cleaned the bathroom a bit. You know, total normal labor stuff. By 3:00am I finally felt tired enough to go to bed and fell asleep until 7:30am.
That’s when Eli wakes up. We had a totally normal family morning, with pancakes for breakfast and play time with blocks and the like. I called my midwives at 8:30am to report no contractions at all still. At this point the home birth we had planned unfortunately had to go out the window. I was group B strep positive and needed to be induced so the baby would come that day. As much as I wanted to a do a home birth I wasn’t upset we had to change plans, because births never ever go according to plan, and I was at peace with that. Since I couldn’t be induced at home, we changed to plan B at the hospital, and took Eli to a friends house to spend his time till the baby was born.
This was one of the most emotional experiences for me. I was a total basket case about leaving Eli. I had this nervous pressure in my chest about how he would react to the new baby and how he would do with a possible night away from home. In that moment I didn’t want to leave, I just wanted to cling to my sweet boy. I stayed in the car while Dan dropped him off because I didn’t want to scare him with all my crying. Eli of course was just fine and happy as could be to play.
We had never been to the hospital in Canada, and they don’t do tours of birthing wings at the hospital we were at, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. When we arrived we met up with one of my midwives, Luba, in a triage room because a birthing room wasn’t available yet. She gave me the antibiotics for the group B step. To distract me from the needles we all chatted about how *spoilers* Shonda Rhimes cruelly killed McDreamy off Grey’s. At this point I had had a few mild contractions but to my knowledge nothing regular. I was hooked up for some monitoring and to my surprise the contractions were happening at a regular interval, just very light still. We decided I would go for a walk and see if we could get things moving along.
We really got after it with the walk at first because I was determined to have this baby, but once it was apparent nothing was changing, and I was going to have to be induced once my one hour walk time was up, we decided to ditch out for some pizza before I couldn’t eat food anymore. We walked to this pizza place we saw on the street corner by the hospital. It was a small establishment with a grandmotherly woman who served us. She asked when I was due, and I happily said “Today!” I swear I must not be the first pregnant lady to bust up in there for some pizza before a baby arrived. Anyways, it was like a strange unplanned date where Dan and I happily ate alone together, and then walked back to the hospital and it was lovely.
At this point there was a room waiting for me in labor and delivery (or should I say labour and delivery, eh?!). We met up with my midwife Carol and got ready for the pitocin to be given. They gave me what they were calling just a wiff of pitocin, as little as possible to see what we could get started. The plan was to up the dosage every 30 minutes as needed, but only happened once around 4:00pm.
So Dan and I took a little cruise around the halls, but I couldn’t walk far without one of the baby monitors going out of range. My contractions really started coming at this point and the pain of contractions had me gripping Dan’s arm and saying things like, “I’m never having another baby again.” We returned to our hospital room and the comfort of the bouncing ball. Dan got out a book we were reading together and read aloud to distract me from the pain. I listened with my head on the bed, bouncing on the ball, and stopping to breathe through my contractions. The deep breaths I was taking really helped and with each push of air out of my mouth I could feel our baby moving lower and lower. Things were happening fast.
I crawled back into the bed because I just needed a change of position. I was curled up on my left side hugging Dan’s arms and squeezing his hand and breathing through my now very quick and hard contractions. I could feel her moving really low and quickly and I was like, “I NEED to push!” and my midwife said, OK. I had to pause and say, “Really?” In my mind I was prepared to be at this all for hours but that was so not the case. I gave a push and Dan and my midwife were excitedly telling me her head was almost out. I gave another two pushes, and there she was, sliding right out and then plopped on my chest! It was the best feeling ever!
She was warm and sticky and the best thing I’ve held in my arms. She was beautiful! Our Isabelle Snow. With those almond eyes I’ve grown accustomed to seeing on my babies. We spent awhile having that heavenly skin to skin time in our quiet hospital room. She had come so quickly that our second midwife didn’t make it in time for the delivery. So it was just Dan, my midwife Carol, and I, and it was so special. It was private and simple and just how we love things, not a big to do.
6:50pm, 7lbs 8oz. Less than two hours of active labor. As we laid there marveling at our new baby told Dan I guess if it was that quick again we could have another baby 😉
The cord was no longer pulsing so Dan did the honors and cut it. Once Izze had her first go at nursing, my midwives did all the necessary checks on her. Her breathing was a bit gunky and she had a little wheeze, so we decided she wouldn’t do her first bath in the tub with me at that time. She stayed with Dan and laid on her side trying to get her nose to drain some. I went and got in the hot fresh drawn bath for me and it was straight up heaven. Water has never felt so good AND I could finally breathe!
Because Izze’s wheezy breathing continued a bit I was to stay the night at the hospital instead of going home that night, just in case. We moved to the recovery room and as it was casually mentioned to Dan where he would come back to get me the next morning it dawned on us that he couldn’t stay the night with me. Enter crazy hormonal freak out. The recovery rooms are shared at that hospital (weird right?!) and there is nowhere for husbands to stay, so go they must. So Dan stayed that night until 11 when he had to leave, and Izze and I had our first solo night together. Luckily, I didn’t end out having anyone who needed to share a room with me, so it really was a solo night, just us girls. I actually got some sleep, and began the wonderful journey that is nursing a baby again.
Babies in bonnets goes on my top ten list of cutest things ever a baby could wear, it just melts me! When I found out we were having a girl I was pretty excited to get to dress her up and buy her cute things I’d been dreaming of. Briar Handmade makes the most gorgeous modern bonnets and were one of my very first purchases for Isabelle. I can’t wait to get get that pom-pom bonnet on her head… but I suppose I don’t want to wish winter upon us that soon.
I’ve been having her wear this one non-stop because the fabric is so soft and it covers her sweet newborn head from all the sun we’ve been having. Their new brimmed bonnets would be perfect to keep the sun out of their eyes as well. I think I have a bonnet addiction and may form quite the collection at this point. Good news is they’re really well made and are totally the type of quality item with classic style that can be passed down from child to child, which we love.
Say hello to our sweet new baby, Isabelle Snow Hill. Born April 30th at 6:50pm. 7lbs 8oz, 20.5 inches. She surprised us by coming two weeks before her due date, and we could not be happier she’s here with us! Here’s a bit more about the name we chose for her.
Isabelle: Devoted to God
Snow: We chose snow not only because we love snow, but because of the purity the snow represents. “…though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow” Isaiah 1:18.
When we went to take these photos for our baby announcement this pregnancy, snow began to just pour from the sky. We had this name chosen in advance if we were having a girl, and we kind of thought then the snow was a sign our Isabelle Snow was on her way. What a sweet sign it was.