FIFTY-ONEsie

51 weeks

There were SO MANY fun photos to choose from this week but the hubs helped me decide on this one. My flamingo-loving aunt was sweet enough to give me this fabric and I knew I wanted to save it for her Christmas post. Check out those sweet Santa hats! I realize that next week is Christmas {AH, Christmas} but I wanted the 52 week fabric to be in celebration of her birthday. SO… consider this our Christmas celebration fabric!

I’m a little bit in denial this week considering we only have one more weekly onesie post left. Yes, next week will be the LAST weekly onesie post… le sigh. I’ll have to come up with something else to get me over hump day! Seriously I don’t know what to do with myself, but I can’t deny I’m a little relieved that I don’t have to buy 52 more yards of fabric for this project {sorry future kids, we’ll do something a little more friendly on our bank account when you come along}. Thankfully I have all the past fabrics left over to put toward theKeenBean! Now if I can just have nothing to do all day BUT play with fun fabrics.

I wanted to give a big shout out and thanks to everyone who participated in Blogger Day of Silence yesterday as a way to honor the tragedy of Sandy Hook Elementary. I’ve been struggling with whether or not to write my thoughts out on what happened Friday, and I’m still on the fence. There are so many personal and emotional feelings that I don’t know if sharing them is something I’m able to do… or if I could even express myself adequately. Still contemplating… But anyway, I truly  loved seeing so many blogs displaying the support button. I’m so thankful to be part of such a caring community of writers and creative minds.

Alright, moving on to the latest developments in baby {almost toddler} land. I think I’ve shared that we are learning the work ‘NO’ in our house which has been more comical than anything else. Literally. Keelin usually laughs when we say ‘No’. What a goof. Well now that she’s into EVERYTHING I’ve decided she’s going to think her name is actually ‘Keelin-No’. My mom always used to say that about me when I was little. My name may as well have been ‘Sara-No’ with everything I was getting myself into. I guess it’s true what they say about your kids paying you back for all the crap you put your parents through when you were little. It’s alright. I’ll take it. Just as long as I remember that it will all come back to her when she has children of her own! Ha. I realize that I’ve been telling you that Keelin is into everything but without a real example you can’t quite understand the full extent of it. Allow me to take you back to last night in the Pierce kitchen:
Keelin’s high chair has a soft basket underneath it where I keep her bibs and wash cloths. She hasn’t really paid them much attention until last night when she realized that soft basket was like her very own amusement park. At first she was just pulling everything out of the basket and onto the floor. It was cute, I was busy. I didn’t stop it. Then I noticed she was patting the swinging door on the trashcan. Not the first time {don’t worry, I clean that lid like crazy knowing she finds it fascinating} so I didn’t think much of it. Then I look again and she is standing next to the trashcan, with a bib in one hand, and her other hand on the lid. I put two and two together, walked over to the trash can and proceeded to pull 6… count em 6… formerly clean bibs out of the trash can. Some of them buried below things I’d just thrown away so who knows how long she’d been at it! Boy oh boy, she certainly is learning! I had to call the hubs in for reinforcements while I finished making dinner because she couldn’t get over how fun it was to pull her bibs out of the basket and throw them away. I called my mom last night and told her about it and she just laughed and said “She’s a little Sara… just like you when you were a kid”. Quite frankly I don’t know what she’s talking about. I was an angel. I don’t know why I’m worried about coming up with things to write about once the weekly onesies are done… she gives me plenty to talk about!

I’m happy to announce I got all of my Christmas gifts shipped, Christmas cards addressed {mailing them today}, and I have every intention of checking the final items off my list this afternoon! After that it’s full on gift wrapping and cookie baking mode! Even managed to snag a HUGE bundle of Christmas cookie cutters for 70% off at JoAnn Fabric yesterday. WOOT

Until next time…

OH, and since Keelin’s birthday is next Thursday I’ll be postponing her final onesie pic until then! I can’t believe it’s already here!

FIFTYsie

50 weeks

It feels so strange that our little bitty is into the 50′s in her weekly onesie count, and even more strange that I’m finally getting to use the Christmas fabric I bought LAST YEAR. I got some Christmas-y fabric about a month before Keelin was born, being that I was CONVINCED she was going to arrive before Christmas. It didn’t feel right using it after the holiday so I decided to keep it around for this year. Keelin is obviously loving her fabric this week as I was able to snap a relatively clear pic mid-giggle.

Things have gotten quite festive here in the Pierce household. Along with the tiny stash of decorations I bust out each year, we got our Christmas tree up! Keelin was in total awe and stood in front of it pointing and babbling away. It was as if she was describing it’s GLORY to me. Definitely a memory I will never forget. She seemed to be more interested in the tree itself than all the lights and sparkles from the ornaments… that was until she noticed some ornaments that had yet to be hung that were in reaching distance. Our evening of tree decorating was partnered with trying to catch our little thief mid-snatch. Seriously. Klepto.

On the walking front,  The Bean is still pitter pattering all over the house, running laps around the couch, sneaking into the kitchen when mom and dad are not looking, and stealing anything she can get her hands on. I love that this has become the norm. This is SUCH a fun age! Crawling is still a thing of the past except for when she needs to get her hands on something to pull up. She CAN  stand up on her own but prefers to have a little support. I think it’s because 98% of the time she has something {stolen} in one or both of her hands and it’s a little more tricky to find her balance as she stands. So she’ll crawl over to something nearby… which is often one of the dogs… and give herself a little support. But the solo-stand is happening more often so I have a feeling that pulling up will soon be a thing of the past too.

By far my FAVORITE new thing is that Keelin gives kisses. She’s such an affectionate, snuggly little girl and because her mama is always smoochin on her cheeks, she’s started joining in. If you make a kiss noise at her or actually ask her for ‘kisses’ she will open her mouth, stick out her tongue, and lean toward you for the sweetest, sloppiest, messiest, full-of-love kiss you’ll ever have. It is beyond adorable and I can’t get enough.

But enough about us… what’s up with you. Have you given/received any super sloppy kisses lately? Or maybe stood in awe of the majesty of your Christmas tree? What’s up folks?

Until next time…

FOURTY-SEVENsie + FOURTY-EIGHTsie

Yes, it’s a double dose of onesie goodness since I was without a computer for the majority of the last week and a half. Brace yourselves, most people can only handle the cuteness power of one onesie photo… I’m not sure what kind of effect TWO will have on my readers.

Talk about a sweetie!

Obviously the 47 week photo comes to you from TURKEY DAY! I thought I would change things up a bit and use a hat instead of a bow that week. Ok, I cannot tell a lie, I forgot a bow. BUT, I did want to show off my first hat knitting success! Yes, I have progressed from a knitting career of scarves {straight lines} to hats! My MIL helped me find my rhythm again and taught me a few tricks of the trade which made making this little beauty not only a blast but a breeze {after re-starting it about 4 times… but oh well}. And while I am totally in love with the Rastafarian dreadlock look {pointed out by my sweet hubby}, I have to admit the hat wasn’t originally going to look the way it turned out. As I as finishing things up I noticed there was a big hole in the top of the hat where the edges didn’t meet. So, tapping into my stash of brilliant ideas I decided to turn a gaping hole into a mop-top and voila! Knitting genius. I love it. Keelin loves it {when she’s not trying to pull it off}. And the whole family seemed to love it! Needless to say I  immediately started on another hat which is a few stitches away from being finished.

But enough about knitting… onto the Thanksgiving recap! It was a jam-packed week with far too much to talk about {I’m saving all of my NYC stories for a different post, b.t.dubs} but here are the spark notes. Before hitting the farm I was able to swing by my dear friend Layna’s house and meet her 6 week old baby boy, Ezra. What a cutie. I felt very special that he let me hold him both asleep and awake, without crying. He’s been a bit “attached” to mommy lately so I was half expecting him to start wailing as soon as I got a hold of him but it was like he knew exactly who I was. Layna has dubbed me Aunt Pancake {after Aunt Sara’s Pancake house} and I love the title. He’s the cutest thing and is so lucky to have such great parents. Mama looks stunning, as to be expected, and I was so thankful we got to visit and catch up. It’s been too long but I’m STOKED that we get to see them again in a few weeks! here in GA! WOOT

We had a wonderful time with PERFECT WEATHER up in Va. Z’s side of the family came for turkey day, we ate way too much, played a rousing game of Flickin’ Chicken, and even got an impromptu visit from my parents on their way back from visiting my brother, sister-in-law, and sweet nephew in LA. They got off the RED EYE flight and drove to have a quick visit before heading home. I’m so blessed to have such amazing parents. The whole week was a huge success sans a small incident with the dogs. You may remember way back when I was preggs that Z’s cousin Sarah came to visit with her mammoth dog Remus. You also may remember that despite being 4X smaller than their cousin, the Bostons attacked poor Remus and were quarantined to the cage for the entirety of Sarah’s visit. Well, we assumed the attack happened as a result of the Bostons being territorial, since Remus was on ‘their turf”. Turns out my dogs are just big jerks because as soon as Remus hopped out of the car at the farm, the chaos began. Pigs {aka “The Train”} went into attack mode and his idiot brother Buster followed suit. After a rousing game of ring-around-the-Prius and a pitiful yelp from the giant Wolfhound, we were left with a bloody ear, a bite on the belly, and ONCE AGAIN two quarantined Bostons. Seriously hate those dogs sometimes. The remainder of their visit I was secretly hoping they would wonder into the woods and ‘get lost’. Yes, I was pissed. Yes, I had to resist the urge to punt them across the farm. Please don’t call PETA. So, despite the blood lust of my dogs, it was a wonderful Thanksgiving. So much to be thankful for and a wonderful reminder of all we are blessed with.

And now to 48 weeks!

 

She said WHAAAAAT?

I can’t get enough of this little girl! Yesterday we celebrated Keelin turning 11 months old which was totally nuts because it made me realize that in another month we will have a 1-year old. How did that happen? No, seriously. It feels like we just got home from the hospital, so where did the year go?

I filled you in during the 46 week update that crawling has become a thing of the past in our house and that is even more so these days, except now the SPEED as set in. Z and I were cracking up last night as Keelin came tearing around the side of the couch with her wide-stepping strut and arms up in the air. It’s adorable. She’s like a tiny chimpanzee. I love it. I’m not sure how I will every REALLY punish this adorable, adorable child but I’m sure I’ll be eating my words one day when she knocks my favorite vase off the table, dumps an entire plate of food onto the floor, or decorates our living room walls with permanent markers. But for now… I’m fine with her being ridiculously adorable.

Speaking of adorable, I never knew pouting could be so cute. A few days ago Z picked Keelin up to get her away from something she wasn’t supposed to be messing with {because “no” is still funny} and the second he sat her down in a “safe zone” she looked right at him, stuck out her bottom lip, gave a solid lip quiver, a tiny fuss, and batted some very convincing puppy dog eyes. It was like something out of a cartoon. Well done daughter of mine, well done. It didn’t work, in fact it made us laugh, but valiant attempt!

Let’s see… what are some other updates. Oh, everything is ‘dada’. Z is ‘dada’, as he should be, but I’m also ‘dada’, the dogs are dada {although I think she’s actually trying to say ‘doggie’ for them} her reflection is ‘dada’, her food is ‘dada’, and the humidifier in her nursery is ‘dada’. EVERYTHING is ‘dada’. Z says she says ‘dada’ for all the things she loves, which is a very sneaky way of gloating if you ask me. She will call me ‘mama’ when she really thinks about it, or is prompted, and it’s still that motor-type mmmmmmma ma ma ma ma, but for the most part, the whole world is ‘dada’. I don’t mind because, again, it’s cute.

We are still finding discarded socks all over the house, loving bath time {sans a random FREAK OUT last week when she suddenly became deathly afraid of the water… what’s up with that}, staying on our toes, and wondering how in the world any parent can TRULY baby-proof their home. Seriously I feel like whenever I move something out of her reach I look over my shoulder and she’s found something else that makes my heart jump. My inner monologue is continuously saying “keep the kid alive, keep the kid a live, whatever you do just keep the kid alive”.

Alright… if I write any more I’m going to start losing some of you, if I haven’t already. Darn my rambling brain.

MANY updates on the way including my NYC trip, current work struggles, Christmas plans, DIY fun and more! It’s a busy time of year… bring it on!

OH and CONGRATS to Melanie from Career Desires to Bottles and Diapers for winning the Appliqué Christmas Towels from Thread Creations. More giveaways to come!

Until next time…

FOURTY-SIXie

If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it sound like my ear-piercing squeal?

Holy Moly I’m surprised I even managed to get a picture this week, sorry it’s so late in the day. Between Keelin running around at hyper-speed and my brain doing everything it possibly can NOT to shut down, it is definitely a miracle I have an update at all. Our photoshoots used to consist of me snapping away like a mad woman accumulating around 100 photos of the Bean {yes, that many} and then painstakingly sifting through them all to pick wich one I loved the best that described her attitude that past week. Now it’s more like scrambling to get her to stay still on the fabric long enough to snap about 5 decent pictures before giving up when she crawls away for the 10th time, all while praying I got a shot that isn’t a total blur. She definitely keeps things fun! PS. not sure why my photo editing made her hair look so green-y in this week’s picture. Oh well.

The biggest news in our household is that crawling is SO overrated. I am beyond amazed by this tiny person who seems to have gone from taking a few wobbly steps to high-tailing it across the room in the blink of an eye. Where did this little speed demon come from? I have to catch myself if I’m busy managing one task or another because one moment she’ll be at my feet hanging on to my pant legs and the next she’ll be trying to eat the dog’s food, ripping off one or both of her socks in the other room, or doing her darndest to see what’s inside the trash can. All thing’s she’s really good at. I swear if you were to visit my house it would look like a baby sock graveyard. They are everywhere. I put one pair on her and she shimmy’s out of one so fast and somehow manages to hide it somewhere in the house so I grab another one just so her feet aren’t cold. Then it becomes a game to see how many pairs of socks she can get on and off her feet in a day. I think our all-time high is 5 so far… and that doesn’t include repeats.  Needless to say the hubs and I are both running around like crazy trying to keep up with her.

In other news, Keelin is just such a SILLY little girl and I absolutely love it! She loves blowing raspberries {aka spitting all over my face}, splashing around in the tub, taking daddy’s credit cards out of his wallet {so wise}, and she’s a huge cut up. Any time either of us makes an odd noise, face, or movement she loses it. I have to say that baby giggles are like crack. I can’t get enough. So I may or may not intentionally look like a lunatic the majority of the day to keep her chuckling. I can’t help myself. She’s also become such a snuggly girl, and it’s the ONE thing I’ve liked about the temperature dropping. I hate cold weather and apparently Keelin does to. She’s always been a pretty snuggly kid but usually during story time, before naps, when she’s sleep, you know the usual times. Now it’s all day long, so I definitely think she has her mother’s need to be warm and meets that need through snuggles. She’ll be playing on one side of the living room and I will catch her eye and smile. Instantly she’ll be up walking toward me and when she reaches me she just lays her head on whatever part of my body she can reach. Is your heart melting yet? She’s super snuggly with the dogs too. She’ll crawl or walk over to them and just drape herself over their tummies with her cheek up against their fur. Generally such an action is followed by her saying some form of “awwwwww”. Again… heart melting? I’ll put pics up on Facebook.

I’m just so in love with this tiny human. And I don’t know what I’m going to do for 5 days away from her. ACK… can’t even think about it.

*on the “me” front… I seem to be fighting off this pesky cold {knock on wood}, have been plowing through my work load {fingers still crossed that I finish in time}, and I’ve successfully reigned in my excitement {although as NYC gets closer and closer it gets more difficult to contain!}

That’s all for us for now. I will say that I MAY BE LATE getting next week’s onesie post up. For shame… I know. I’ll be taking Keelin’s picture up at the farm but probably won’t have internet, therefore no way to post it. BUT, as soon as I get in you’ll have another adorable picture and a full report from our Turkey Day festivities… including some insight to traveling with an ACTIVE 10 {almost 11} month old.

Until next time…

FOURTY-FIVEsie

 

Apparently Keelin was channeling the Eeyore bits of her fabric this week. She cracks me up.

I’m super behind on work so I’m going to have to be brief with this week’s update. There haven’t been any super new developments in baby world other than Keelin channeling her inner Danny Torrance with a really creepy “redrum” voice. She’ll be mid babble when all of a sudden her voice drops down to the back of her throat and she sounds like she’s growling as she talks. What’s worse is she’s normally saying “mama” when she does it so it makes me feel like I’ve slipped into a scene from The Omen. Creepy kids are the worst. Good thing she’s NOT the antichrist and super adorable.

I’m sure she will dazzle us with more new developments next week…

Until next time…

P.S. I realized when choosing this week’s ADORABLE Pooh fabric that I only have 7 more fabrics left which means 7 more weeks until my daughter is 1 year old. How did that happen?

FOURTY-FOURsie

Happy Halloween!!! Keelin was practicing her scary monster posts during this week’s photo shoot. And apparently she decided to go all out with her costume, giving herself a bruised head {over her right eye} and a fat lip by falling face-first into the coffee table yesterday morning. Seriously I don’t think she looks anything like herself. Even this morning, she’s like a little monkey with BOTH lips nice and swollen, poor thing.

Yesterday morning was a little traumatic when Keelin literally BIT IT during one of her cruising sessions around the coffee table. She went to reach for the edge and misjudged how far she was, therefore falling face first into the table top. Hubs felt so bad because he saw her tipping and couldn’t catch her in time. We thought it was just her head, which quickly turned purple and slightly swollen but after snuggling into my shoulder for a minute she lifted her head and we were both covered in blood. I tried to hold back my panic as I rushed her upstairs to get her cleaned up. We realized she had not only hit her head on the table, but her mouth as well, busting her teeth and biting her bottom lip. I felt so terrible, she was obviously really freaked out. Luckily kids are far more resilient than adults so after we cleaned her up she was back to her happy self. Although slightly more snuggly than normal, which I didn’t mind. Z and I both followed her around on high alert the rest of the day making sure she didn’t bump anything again and I took advantage of the extra snuggles every time she offered them.

Part of the reason we are on such HIGH ALERT when it comes to following Keelin around is because she is WALKING NOW. Yeah. Out of the blue on Sunday night, Keelin decided to start walking. We were sitting around in the living room and she had pulled herself up on the ottoman, like normal. Then, like it was common practice, she turned around and WALKED about 6 feet to her jumper. No biggie. Piece of cake. We flipped out. And then we kept trying to make her walk the rest of the night, even for Gammie and Granddaddy to see via Skype. I think she’s been practicing behind out backs when we’re not looking. She turned 10 months old on Monday so walking must have been her way of celebrating!
I always talk about these big events and never share video proof so I had to snag a quick clip just for you. It’s kind of crummy, and the shot gets interrupted by one of the pups, but it gives you an idea of her wobbly walking cuteness. She also doesn’t go that far, but imagine that cute waddle extended about 10 more steps. GAH, love it.

Obviously she’s less inclined to perform for the camera… more interested in actually playing WITH the camera… but I’ll get a better video soon. So say a prayer for us folks, it’s the last time the hubs and I will be able to sit and relax for, the rest of our lives.

ALSO, we went to a Halloween party on Saturday and snagged this snapshot of our family costume as Tinkerbell, Peter Pen {Cathy Rigby as Peter Pan} and Capt. Hook.

Yes, Keelin is eating her costume. She was being a bit of a stinker that night and wouldn’t let me put her wings and headpiece on but check out Life in these times… on Facebook for a picture of her in FULL costume!

Hope you all have a LOVELY HALLOWEEN with lots of candy, costumes, and cauldrons!

Until next time…

Be sure to check out my friend Melanie’s blog. She’s totally lovely and does her own weekly onesie pics with her ginger-bean Landon!

FOURTY-THREEsie

cow print + nom toes + bright yellow bow + strategic posing so mom has to really work to fit the onesie text in + Google+ redeeming itself in the editing department = weekly onesie greatness.

What a week it’s been! From grandparent visits to wedding bliss to glitter-covered couch cushions, we’ve been busy busy bees.

My parents came to town for a quick visit this weekend and helped us out by babysitting while Z and I took on some ‘coordinator’ duties at the wedding of two very special people. A couple that I actually introduced! Z controlled the music at the ceremony and I was the unofficial “wedding coordinator”. Aka I was the crazy lady running around the Atlanta Botanical Gardens trying not to get lost and making sure grandma had her flower wristlet. It was a perfect day, a beautiful ceremony, and an all-around wonderful time. They both have such amazing families and we were so touched that they wanted to include us in their day. Needless to say, thanks to all the wedding festivities we were out of the house {and not very good hosts} the majority of the weekend but Gammie and Granddaddy didn’t mind because that just meant more time with their grandbaby. Keelin loved it too. I was really impressed with how she knew exactly who they were when they walked through the door. Partly because she hadn’t seen them since August and partly because they’ve both lost a bunch of weight on the 17-day diet. Yep, my parents are hotties. We don’t see them nearly enough and while Skype has been a HUGE plus, it was great that they could spend some quality time with The Bean. Now all we need is for Keelin’s baby cousin to arrive {any day now… squeeee}! Although I’m pretty sure I’m going to go totally nuts not getting my hands on him right away. Darn cross-country living.

We’ve made some major progress with walking and it seems like Keelin is taking more and more solo steps every day! You can see the little gears turning in her noggin as she works out the distance between things and waddles from one to the next. We have had a few face-plants, and a few tears, but mostly she’s become a pro at shooting her butt out to let those cloth diapers cushion her fall whenever she starts to tumble. I love watching her clap immediately after she plops down on the floor. Since that’s our gut reaction {to encourage more steps and discourage pouting} she joins in and celebrates her steps with us! Gah, love this girl.

She’s also bumped up her daily chatter. There’d been a lull in the last few weeks, probably because we keep bugging her trying to get her to say mama and dada. She’s said them before, but hasn’t been too interested in saying anything other than variations of “gah” for a while. But this last week she’s been chatting it up. Still a little low on the mama/dada quota {although she has started saying “dAh-eeey” when Z walks down the steps in the morning. Melts my heart.} but has been big on having private little conversations. Reminds me of the little girl from Monsters, Inc. and how DEAD ON they were at capturing infant babble. Keelin’s most vocal times are in the early afternoon when she likes to flip through her basket of books and bath time. BOY DOES SHE LOVE BATH TIME! She loves her bath toys and loves talking to them even more. My favorite part is when she whispers to them like she’s telling them a secret. I’ll whisper back to her and she looks up at me with this look on her face like, “Oh, you know the secret too? Let’s discuss.” So precious.

AND FINALLY, we decided on a Halloween costume! Not just for Keelin but for all three of us! We’re going as Captain Hook {Z}, Peter Pan {me…rather me as Cathy Rigby as Peter Pan… since I’m a gal and all}, and Tinkerbell {TheBean}. I could really care less about what Z and I look like, but it’s all about my little fairy. I’m not trying to replicate the Disney version or the Julia Roberts Hook version, mainly making a new version of my own. Complete with glitter, tule, and fairy wings. SQUEEE!  I’ve finished the main part of her dress but have to decide how to make it so she’ll keep it on and actually be able to move around. Our love seat is covered in glitter, but it’s totally worth it. Can’t wait to finish and post pictures! I realize this is a total 180 from my original costume ideas, and trust me there have been many more we’ve considered since the BEAN concept got squashed, but I’m really excited about this one, and glad I was able to make it myself like I wanted. It was actually Z’s idea, which makes sense because I think he wishes he were a pirate in another life. {P.S. Did anyone catch the latest episode of Once Upon A Time? A bunch of people have told us that the guy who played Capt. Hook could be Z’s Twin… thoughts?}

That’s about all for us! How was your week?

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Until next time…

FOURTY-TWOsie

How adorable is that cheesy grin? Gah, love. I chose this fun sea creature fabric this week to hopefully give my sweet nephew {who has a nautical-themed nursery} a HINT that we are ready to meet him! My sister-in-law is not OFFICIALLY due until the 27th but I still have my fingers crossed!!! Come on little one!

I’m sure none of you will notice this but I’m a little pissed this morning because thanks to G+ being a total butthead I wasn’t able to use my normal editing tools on the fourty-twosie photo and had to resort to a different font. It’s blasphemous I tell you. I would venture to guess that had I not said anything, you PROBABLY wouldn’t have noticed {and probably didn’t notice that I’ve used the same font since week one} but I’ve been fighting with my less-than-braggable design skills ALL LAST NIGHT AND THIS MORNING to try to duplicate what G+ and Picnik usually do for me each week with no success. So, while I’m still in love with this week’s picture, the font on her onesie is driving me nuts. Almost as nuts as the presidential debate drove me. I’m not going to get into the politics of it all, and won’t even mention that the moderator’s name had me craving sweets {seriously Candy?}, because that’s a can of creepy crawlies I just don’t want to open. But can I just say that the whole town hall format last night made my skin crawl. It was the first debate I’ve watched in this election and I became so tense during the first 20 minutes, what with the jump-all-over-each-other-and-tattle-tale-to-the-moderator debating tactics that I had to turn away and focus on something else. I took debate in college and I would have gone bonkers if we did it that way. And probably failed after tackling my opponent mid-rebuttal. Sheesh.

See, like how I was able to bring up the presidential debate without expressing an opinion on either party? *pat self on back*

Moving on…
Today’s onesie post is a bit different. While I normally focus on new updates on The Bean {which there really aren’t any, outside of the fact that she’s constantly on the move and getting more adventurous with what she feeds herself, including the leaves that made their way past the front door} today is all about another grand event… Z and Me getting hitched.

YES, 3 years ago I broke a lot of hearts by officially taking my sexy stud off the market. In a beautiful ceremony in the church I great up in, we smiled, prayed, got misty-eyed, exchanged vows, added some bling to our left hands, laughed, partied hard with some truly amazing friends and family, toasted, cut cake, threw garters, and were wacked by a hundred or so balloons in a tunnel of purple and white fury before driving off into the sunset in a condom-and-paint-covered car. All the while thanking God that he decided a Virginia girl and a Georgia boy should find each other at an outdoor theater in North Carolina amidst sand, surf, mosquitos, deer pelts, and body paint (eep). The last 3 years have been filled with so many great adventures, lessons, struggles, belly laughs, and celebrations, and I can’t wait to see what the next years have in store for our crazy, cooky, fun-filled life.

So cheers to us and 3 splendid years of marital ups and downs {but mostly ups} and a lifetime of continued happiness. It seems fitting that this showed up on my Pinterest feed today so I decided it had to be shared.

And I may as well close things out with a sweet and sappy quote from the great Mark Twain… “Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.”
And I couldn’t be happier that I get to keep discovering PERFECT LOVE with my PERFECT MATCH.

Until next time…

FOURTY-ONEsie

This was the general mood in our house yesterday. Between mommy having a bit of an emotional melt down to daddy getting two teeth pulled… it was only fitting that The Bean share our sentiments.

Whenever we get to a week that ends in the number one I feel the need to look back at all of The Bean’s weekly photos. I’m amazed at how, in 9 months, she’s morphed from a squishy, squirmy, little ball of adorable to a waving, raspberry-blowing, sweet and smart little person. And still I can’t believe she’s mine.

Here’s a quick overview of the newness of this past week:

  • I thought we were ahead of the game with 4 teeth but now we have 6! Two more teeth have sprung up on the top row and she’s definitely learning to use them… more on that later.
  • We finally got baby gates! And thank goodness because little miss is all over the place. We are still getting used to it but so far it’s done it’s job of keeping her off the steps!
  • We were SHOCKED the other night when, after the hubs and I had spent the afternoon on a date at Six Flags, Keelin decided to take her first solo steps! I KNOW RIGHT!? She’s a big time cruiser and will often let go of one or both hands to stand and look around. But this time, she let go of the table and took AT LEAST three unsupported steps right at me. I, of course, freaked out! We only started “walking” with her a week ago and now she’s making an attempt to do it on her own. Brilliant.
  • We had a great visit from one of my bridesmaids, Laura, and her soon-to-be hubby Mitch. They were heading back to NC/VA after spending the weekend at Auburn and were able to stop by the house for lunch. It was great catching up with them.
  • Keelin’s 9 month check up was great! The nurse finally called her a GIRL {she normally says, “Take him in the room and remove everything but his diaper” even though she’s dressed like a girl and it says FEMALE on her chart… who knows} but I think the fact that we went overboard with the pink had something to do with it. She’s growing like a weed, in the 75th percentile for height! She cried like we were pinching her when the pediatrician started examining her but it kind of made us all laugh.

That’s about all for us this past week. No fabric options for next week… because I’m lazy and forgot to take a picture.
If you didn’t already see it Monday, I finally opened my Etsy page… theKeenBean! Check it out and let me know what you think!

9 month check up  - nurse, pink overload

THIRTY-NINEsie

LOOK AT THOSE TEEFIES! I adore this picture, and this week’s fabric. It’s not the only flamingo print you’ll see {my aunt gave me a great flamingo pattern for Christmas-time} and even though it’s technically fall I feel like the flamingos are like a send-off for summer. I miss you already.

So it seems my daughter has a flare for theatrics, which is not limited to her sense of dramatic timing. The past few weeks she has taken to holding off on a BIG EVENT until right after I post the previous week’s onesie blog. A few weeks ago it was saying “mama”. Last week it was deciding to crawl. This week it she doubled up and gave us her first wave AND her first coffee table face plant. Let’s discuss the happier of the two events.

For a while The Bean has been very interested in her hands. Examining them, opening and closing them, watching how they are able to pick up her toys. It’s all very fascinating. All of a sudden last Wednesday, Keelin was hauling diaper across the room and decided she would stop crawling, sit up, look over at Z and I, and wave her adorably chubby little hand. You could hear our hearts melting all over the floor. We waved back, I squealed, and Z said, “I taught her that”. Sneaky daddy. We always wave at her of course, but he’d been doing some waving boot camp. Now she waves at everyone. Z, me, the dogs, strangers in line at the grocery store, and my personal favorite was when she waved to my mom’s voice coming through speaker phone. I about died from cute overload. So if you happen to see us out and about or swing by the house, be sure you wave to The Bean. She’ll greet you right back!

And now for the less “happy” of the two events. Again, on Wednesday after posting her 38sie update, The Bean took a tumble. We have baby-proofed much of the house including the corners of our coffee table, but the way I see it is that little nuggets are going to fall and bump their heads, and get stronger from each bump and bruise. There’s no getting around it unless you cover your home in bubble wrap and that’s just silly. She needs to know that it’s not the end of the world if she gets a boo boo, which is why we tend to burst into cheers of excitement when she does fall and knock her noggin, to try to keep her {and mommy} from having a meltdown. So we were watching Sesame Street and Keelin was her usual non-stop self. Up, down, crawl, roll, sit, pull up, reach, plop over, the works. All of a sudden, while pulled up on the coffee table, she lunged for something {probably a coaster} and I heard a loud crack followed by the thud of her hitting the floor. Que cheer of distraction. Que tears. This one was more than just a run-of-the-mill bump on the head. I picked her up and through little whimpers she nuzzled into my shoulder {le sigh}. As I rubbed her back and repeated “you’re ok, you’re ok” in a sweet and encouraging voice, she quickly quieted down. I knew she was fine but when she lifted her head from my shoulder my heart dropped. She had blood all over her mouth. Trying not to freak out {and great HER out} I swiftly took her upstairs to the bathroom, got a damp cloth, and patted the blood from her mouth. I was sure she was going to have a fat lip but when I got all the blood cleared away, there was no sign of a cut on her mouth. She was back to her happy and giggle self, trying to bite the cloth as I continued poking around to see where the blood came from. I even checked myself to make sure she didn’t get it from a mysterious wound on me. Nothing. Finally I tipped her head back and got her to open her mouth wide enough so I could see to the roof of her mouth and finally figured it out. Her mouth must have been open {no doubt from the excitement she had toward what she was reaching for} when she hit the table because the back of her teeth were bloody. Poor thing knocked her TEEFIES on the table. I made sure the bleeding had stopped and ‘brushed’ her teeth with my little finger brush and all was well. The bleeding started back up randomly a few times later that day, all of which were just after she ate so the sucking probably opened the flood gates. BUT, by the next day there was no sign of her toothy tale and all was right again with the world.

Saturday Keelin attended her first BIRTHDAY PARTY as her friend Ruthie celebrated 1 year! We had a lot of fun, especially playing in all the tissue paper that came from Rue’s presents. We silly adults don’t quite understand that it’s the tissue paper that is the REAL toy {something to remember for Keelin’s 1st birthday… which I’m already starting to plan!}

In other news, and on a much sadder note, I’d like to reach out to you all for some help. Z and I were saddened on Friday night to learn that one of his high school friends was shot and killed. She was out behind her work, cleaning out a rental car, when a man walked up to her, asked her for money, and then shot her. Her coworker found her later and she was able to give a brief description of the shooter before she died later at the hospital. It’s such a tragedy and I am truly heartbroken to think that someone could be so cruel. I had only met her once but remember being very fond of her kindness, beauty, and intelligence. I ask that anyone who reads this {especially those who lives in Ga} please share the news report link. Facbeook, Twitter, you name it. We are hoping that if enough people see it, someone will come forward as a witness. It happened at around 5:00 on Friday across the street from a busy bus station so there had to have been someone who saw something. This man must be found and held accountable for his crime.

Until next time…