shopping

How to aggravate a baby

by Jessica on September 1, 2010

It’s super easy. Just sew a tiny monkey toy into his pocket. I fell in love with these precious shorts from Gymboree a couple of months ago, and of course, we had to get them with our Gymbucks.

They are ridiculously adorable. And ridiculously irritating to Knox who REALLY wants that monkey. I mean, he wants it bad. Every time I put these shorts on him, I just watch and wait for him to rediscover that “Oh yeah! A monkey is in my pocket!” You can almost see the gears turning in his head, and then the confusion comes across his face as to why he can’t manage to get this darn monkey into his mouth. Today, he discovered the monkey while I was carrying him up to my office, and well, it’s kinda hard to hang onto a baby and a diaper bag when said baby folds himself in half in a desperate (yet futile) attempt to eat the monkey. I have to say that this kid has perseverance. Eventually, he gives up, but not before trying his darndest (and getting that pocket very slobbery).

Note to Gymboree: in the future, attach the toy to the pocket with velcro instead of sewing it in. Or at least make the string longer. You’re driving the kids bananas. <– Yes, I did it. Don’t hate me because I’m corny like that.

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First family portraits and a fix for my Gymboree addiction

by Jessica on May 13, 2010

We are taking our first professional family portraits next weekend in Charleston, and I cannot wait! This will also be the first time Knox has spent the night away from our house, so it will be a mini-vacation for us. The same photographers that shot our wedding are doing these pictures for us on the beach, and I can’t wait to hang out with them again. They are so much fun!

I was, of course, obsessing over what to wear for these. I finally decided that we would do this. I wanted to coordinate but not be too matchy.

This what Knox is wearing:

Freaking Gymboree and their adorable clothes! It sucks me in every single time. At least I got $25 Gymbucks to use in July. He’ll wear a solid color onesie underneath the plaid shirt because regular shirts ride up like crazy on babies, I have discovered. I figure we’ll do most of the picture with his fauxhawk and some with the hat (you know, the ones taken from the back so we can hide his two massive bald spots! LOL).

This is what I will be wearing (minus the huge necklace):

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Did you know it is the most difficult thing EVER to find a summery dress that you can wear a nursing bra with? Because it is.
By the way, my new love in life is Ann Taylor Loft. Too bad I am anti-spending at the moment because I could do some serious damage in that store. Everything they have in right now is so adorable! I didn’t feel too badly about buying myself a new dress for the pictures since whatever I wear will be immortalized in these portraits for, oh, my entire life.

Trevor will be wearing probably jeans and either a blue or green shirt. I don’t know exactly, he won’t let me shop for him.

By the way, the poor flea-allergic dog is now on anti-histamines and antibiotics. She is currently flea-less and much less itchy already. And we have tried Comfortis before, for those of you that recommended it. I remember thinking it didn’t work that great, but I do believe it’s better than Frontline which has done nothing!

And thank you for all the shopping suggestions! I went to a consignment store today, but didn’t really find much. I did buy my dress for the portrait today, so I feel a little better. At least I have a cute dress to add to the wardrobe, now!

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33 Weeks

by Jessica on December 22, 2009

How far along? 33 Weeks
Total weight gain/loss: I think 25ish?
Maternity clothes?Obviously, although at the moment it’s just maternity yoga pants and a giant t-shirt since I don’t leave the house.
Sleep: Great since I’ve been home from the hospital, although I woke up several times last night
Best moment this week: Coming home
Movement: A whole lot… he’s happy to be home, too!
Food cravings: Milk and sweets.
Gender: A sweet little man.
Labor Signs: 1 cm dilated and 50 % effaced. Hence the bed rest. Let’s hope that there is no further action!
Belly Button in or out? Even more out, if that’s possible. Trevor likes to poke it.
Stretchmarks? Dark purple squiggles on my BOOBS. Not on my ginormous belly, mind you, but on my boobs that have barely grown at all. Makes a lot of sense, doesn’t it? Oh well, at least they can be covered up, right?
What I am looking forward to: Reaching full term… only 4 more weeks!!!
Weekly Wisdom: Just say no to Google.
Milestones: Bed rest. Not that it’s a good milestone, but I guess it’s a milestone nonetheless.

I am so glad to go to the doctor tomorrow. I am very uneasy with all of this. It’s hard not to freak out that things are progressing or that I may end up back in L&D. It’s all just very scary. The doctor told me that I am allowed to run short errands, as long as I’m not on my feet for more than an hour and as long as I spend 8 to 10 hours of my waking time horizontal. But I am scared to do anything. I pretty much only get up to pee or take a shower. I did do a load of baby laundry yesterday and have another in today, but I am terrified that I will do something to mess things up. I think I’ll feel better if I go in tomorrow and nothing has changed.

On a lighter note, my husband has been so amazing through all of this. He is definitely having to take on things outside of his comfort zone, but he’s trying his very best (and doing a great job). Sunday, he attempted to go grocery shopping. I made a very basic shopping list, considering there is no way Mr. Trevor will be allowing me to stand up long enough to cook anything (let’s just say we’ll be eating really healthily for the rest of the pregnancy… or not). Trevor left, and within 20 minutes was back. I asked what happened and he said “I am never going back to Publix again!” Poor guy, he got traumatized with all the insane women shopping for their Christmas supplies. He apparently made it down about an aisle and a half before abandoning his cart and fleeing the store.

Last night’s attempt was much better. He came home with everything on the list and was very proud of himself. He told me about things he almost forgot or what he added to the list, it was very cute. He told me that he has never been grocery shopping by himself before. Not “real” shopping with a cart. Men don’t use carts, he said. LOL. He has been to the store on many occasions to pick up milk or a few necessities, but I think he was very proud that he did ALL of the shopping himself. It was so sweet. He has been there to hug me when I cry from the stress of everything and to reassure me that it’s all going to be okay. He talks to Knox and tells him to stay put and how much we love him, and it makes me want to cry from the sweetness of it. I feel so blessed to have him as my husband.

Here’s a bed rest belly pic for you: