When I was a kid, the chorus of summer was a mix of “CLOSE THE DOOR!” and “TURN THE HOSE OFF!” because my parents were tired of paying to cool the outside and having ponds next to the foundation of the house. Needless to say, there was some peeing in bushes and drinking from the hose, both of which our neighbors probably scoffed at, but it makes for good stories later on. So when I found these water bottles, it jogged my memory, and I passed the torch, er…hose I mean, to Ana.Read More
Eleni Grey. 9lbs 4oz. Born on her due date, August 21st.
If you've been wondering why it's been so quiet on the blog front, this would be why! We're getting in all of our new baby love and I'm just now able to comfortably sit in a chair for more than two minutes (thanks stitches).
God must have heard 9 months worth of pleas for a baby who didn't scream at us and slept even just a little because we got a chunky monkey who loves to eat and sleep. Oh, that beautiful nursery we had set up? It's been torn apart. The crib is next to our bed, there are diapers everywhere, the diaper genie is in the living room, and I frequently pump on the couch watching The Letdown late at night. Because that's what happens in real life.
Our labor and delivery this go around was a night and day difference from Ana's and I'm not quite ready to share our birth story yet, so I'll save it for one of the next blog posts. The same goes for our breastfeeding journey. We've only just begun, but I hope to share more about what we're going through soon for other Mom's to relate to.
I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt, every bit is something I'm trying to hold onto as Eleni is our last. The late night feedings where you're so groggy, so you put some random Netflix show on. The little snorts and giggles and sighs when they sleep. The incessant Googling about poop, boobs, and the "Has anyone ever..." questions.
I love being a Mom. Every bit of it.
I might joke about the gross and hard moments and I'm human, so I get frustrated and burnt out, but that's just part of the package. Every new season in both my ladies lives is my most favorite and most fulfilling job. I'm super blessed that I get to relive this season of welcoming a new life earth side with us and watching the baby stage one more time.
So here's some adorable baby photos now, because that's what I know you all want. You can also find more squishy, hairy cuteness on Instagram.
I don't think I ever shared how we did our sex reveal to our family and friends I just realized. It was awesome! It has kind of a fun story too.
So here we go...
We had been planning to do the typical colored smoke bomb sex reveal, but the weather was looking a little shifty so I asked our phenomenal photographer, Alycia Choroszucha, if she wanted to plan a back up.
As some of you may know, our barber shop is next to Vertigo Music, which is a place Chris and I frequent and spend a shit ton of money every month. So we figured out a plan for doing them in Vertigo and went there right after the shop closed.
Here's how it worked. We had two record. If we pulled Elvis from the stacks, it was a boy. If we pulled the Etta James record, it was a girl.
Alycia made us a freaking GIF to share the news and my perfectionist little heart about burst. it was everything I had hoped it would be. And I can assure you that they fit us a hell of a lot better than the smoke bomb idea, which left us coughing and stinky on that windy day.
We've gone back for multiple ultrasounds and it is still, for sure a girl. And Ana's initial reaction of "Oh Nooooo" when they told her she was getting a sister is still her reaction at 34 weeks. We can't wait to see Alycia this weekend for our maternity photo session! It's going to be pretty epic too.