And we’re back! With cornmazing adventures!

And we’re back! With cornmazing adventures!

Well, hello there. Sorry, I have been "out of the office" for three months. I switched my blog from Squarespace to Wordpress, and, in the process, got out of the habit of writing. I've also been analyzing and overthinking mom-blogging in general. I love it, and I love...

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My little, 5-month-old, mindfulness teacher

My house is clean, babe’s asleep, and there’s a load of laundry tumbling in the dryer. It’s a rainy and cozy Monday, and guess what – I even have my sister, Carol Lynn, over to watch Florence right now! I’ve been thinking more and more about having help with Florence and realizing that the help gives me the beautiful opportunity to be present to my baby.

Sleepless in Virginia, because sleep training is hard.

As I’ve said before, I had all kinds of expectations of what mothering would be like. For sure I knew my child would be a good sleeper. After all, she’s my child, and I LOVE sleep. Love, love it. Love comfy pajamas, love big, down comforters. Love waking up to coffee… I could go on. Unfortunately, Florence hasn’t yet grasped these favorable aspects of dreamtime. She’s more like her dad that way, I guess. 

PSA: Thank you to all the people who held my baby yesterday 

OK, I’ve reached it. I get it now. Mom burnout. Mine is the normal case, where the thought of being somewhere without your baby induces the guilt of a thousand criminals. How could I NOT want to hold this beautiful, beautiful child? It’s the whole, “you had one job” thing. So why am I already burnt out of my one job? 

Baby’s first trip to the city

Baby’s first trip to the city

It’s officially summer, and my biggest struggle of the day is whether to dress Florence in warm clothes that protect her from the sun or sleeveless sun dresses and rompers. Naturally, I do the latter, and silently beg the sun to be sweet to her skin as we go from place to place (don’t worry, dear pediatrician, it’s not like she’s sunbathing). 

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Cheers to four months of Florence

Cheers to four months of Florence

When I was pregnant, I was a naive believer that 6-weeks post birth, my life would be back to normal. I kept reading that number in my pregnancy apps. Six weeks was when I could start working out again, when all would be healed, and when I could go back to the OBGYN, to hear them say, “You’re doing great. Bye, now.” 

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By the way, my sister has her own tour right now.

By the way, my sister has her own tour right now.

I broke another rule my list of “things I would never do as a parent.” I took my baby to a concert. In my defense, she was really good at both shows, and ohmygosh she’s so cute, so she can get away with anything, right? But most importantly, the show was put on by her auntie, Marie Miller, who grew up in a family of 10, and doesn’t turn her head at baby coos in the middle of a ballad. 

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So, I want to move to Charleston.

So, I want to move to Charleston.

HOW do mom bloggers do it? How do the find the time to be a mom and then write about it? Well, I’m learning, and I think it’s just taking any little moment to open the laptop and write when the baby is chill. Currently, my baby is sitting beside me on the floor, propped-up in her Boppy pillow and chewing on a baby rosary. Wow. 

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Half of my heart is in Savannah, ooh-na-na.

Half of my heart is in Savannah, ooh-na-na.

We took a colicky nine-week old on a road-trip from DC to Fort Lauderdale. Crazy? Probably. But we made it work. Basically we planned driving times around her naps, and when she wasn’t sleeping, we would pray she’d stay content looking around. 

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I Love You Like A Tourist Loves Cherry Blossoms

I Love You Like A Tourist Loves Cherry Blossoms

On Friday, we braved the DC traffic and took our little family to see the Cherry Blossoms. The weather was perfect (my first time wearing shorts all year! Woohoo!), which was a gift since this April is taking it’s reputation of “April showers” way too literally. 

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One More Newborn Shoot, Because #Florence

One More Newborn Shoot, Because #Florence

Inspired by too many hours on Pinterest and Instagram, I asked Stan to take some day-in-the-life photos with Florence. These little people grow so fast, and I’m still getting used to not being pregnant. I see advertisements for maternity clothes and have to remind myself those baggy-bellied shirts aren’t needed anymore. 

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A Newborn Photo Shoot for Florence

A Newborn Photo Shoot for Florence

Like any good parent who is also a photographer, Stan made a newborn shoot happen while Florence was still a newborn. I don’t have this skill of timeliness, which is why this post is a little late a’posting. But here they finally are. 

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Welcome to the World, Florence Eden.

Welcome to the World, Florence Eden.

We did it. Florence Eden is here at last! Contractions started 3am on a Thursday and lasted until 12:14 Friday afternoon, when worn and exhausted, I heard someone say, “She’s out.” Before I could process what that meant, a warm, tiny human was in my arms. Cue the ugly cry (I mean me, not her).

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And we’re back! With cornmazing adventures!

And we’re back! With cornmazing adventures!

Well, hello there. Sorry, I have been "out of the office" for three months. I switched my blog from Squarespace to Wordpress, and, in the process, got out of the habit of writing. I've also been analyzing and overthinking mom-blogging in general. I love it, and I love...

read more
My little, 5-month-old, mindfulness teacher

My little, 5-month-old, mindfulness teacher

My house is clean, babe’s asleep, and there’s a load of laundry tumbling in the dryer. It’s a rainy and cozy Monday, and guess what – I even have my sister, Carol Lynn, over to watch Florence right now! I’ve been thinking more and more about having help with Florence and realizing that the help gives me the beautiful opportunity to be present to my baby.

read more
Sleepless in Virginia, because sleep training is hard.

Sleepless in Virginia, because sleep training is hard.

As I’ve said before, I had all kinds of expectations of what mothering would be like. For sure I knew my child would be a good sleeper. After all, she’s my child, and I LOVE sleep. Love, love it. Love comfy pajamas, love big, down comforters. Love waking up to coffee… I could go on. Unfortunately, Florence hasn’t yet grasped these favorable aspects of dreamtime. She’s more like her dad that way, I guess. 

read more
PSA: Thank you to all the people who held my baby yesterday 

PSA: Thank you to all the people who held my baby yesterday 

OK, I’ve reached it. I get it now. Mom burnout. Mine is the normal case, where the thought of being somewhere without your baby induces the guilt of a thousand criminals. How could I NOT want to hold this beautiful, beautiful child? It’s the whole, “you had one job” thing. So why am I already burnt out of my one job? 

read more
Baby’s first trip to the city

Baby’s first trip to the city

It’s officially summer, and my biggest struggle of the day is whether to dress Florence in warm clothes that protect her from the sun or sleeveless sun dresses and rompers. Naturally, I do the latter, and silently beg the sun to be sweet to her skin as we go from place to place (don’t worry, dear pediatrician, it’s not like she’s sunbathing). 

read more
Cheers to four months of Florence

Cheers to four months of Florence

When I was pregnant, I was a naive believer that 6-weeks post birth, my life would be back to normal. I kept reading that number in my pregnancy apps. Six weeks was when I could start working out again, when all would be healed, and when I could go back to the OBGYN, to hear them say, “You’re doing great. Bye, now.” 

read more
By the way, my sister has her own tour right now.

By the way, my sister has her own tour right now.

I broke another rule my list of “things I would never do as a parent.” I took my baby to a concert. In my defense, she was really good at both shows, and ohmygosh she’s so cute, so she can get away with anything, right? But most importantly, the show was put on by her auntie, Marie Miller, who grew up in a family of 10, and doesn’t turn her head at baby coos in the middle of a ballad. 

read more
So, I want to move to Charleston.

So, I want to move to Charleston.

HOW do mom bloggers do it? How do the find the time to be a mom and then write about it? Well, I’m learning, and I think it’s just taking any little moment to open the laptop and write when the baby is chill. Currently, my baby is sitting beside me on the floor, propped-up in her Boppy pillow and chewing on a baby rosary. Wow. 

read more
Half of my heart is in Savannah, ooh-na-na.

Half of my heart is in Savannah, ooh-na-na.

We took a colicky nine-week old on a road-trip from DC to Fort Lauderdale. Crazy? Probably. But we made it work. Basically we planned driving times around her naps, and when she wasn’t sleeping, we would pray she’d stay content looking around. 

read more
I Love You Like A Tourist Loves Cherry Blossoms

I Love You Like A Tourist Loves Cherry Blossoms

On Friday, we braved the DC traffic and took our little family to see the Cherry Blossoms. The weather was perfect (my first time wearing shorts all year! Woohoo!), which was a gift since this April is taking it’s reputation of “April showers” way too literally. 

read more

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