I’m going to be brief today only because advertising myself (or anyone else) is always awkward for me. I don’t like to be sold to. It’s why I never attend Mary Kay or tupperware parties. I like Mary Kay and tupperware, but pressure to buy anything in front of an audience makes me feel anxious. I start to sweat and fidget and repress nervous gas like an escaped convict. I need time to think about things before I buy them, and being observed during that process ignites a strange and sudden urge to flee.
Last spring, Austin and I went mattress shopping and by the third store I just sat in the car rocking myself and stress eating stale crackers out of the diaper bag. It was not great.
I make videos. You’ve seen them before of Waylon, but I also do the occasional wedding and birth. It’s fun! And now I’m opening it up to you.
Now offering new baby video keepsakes. You give me the pictures and videos and I do the rest. A great way for remembering this weird and sacred time.
Contact me directly for pricing and details.
Cheers (and happy baby making).
October marks 16 months for this guy.
Also, mom found a half a dozen $1 costumes at the reuse it shop.
I took pictures.
I know it’s weird, but so is this holiday.
Enjoy your Kit-Kats. I know I will.
I go in phases with pictures. Some weeks they’re plentiful and other times I ABSOLUTELY WILL NOT TAKE ANY PICTURES BECAUSE IT’S TOO MUCH WORK.
During the camera bearing weeks, I always struggle with what to do with all the photo files. Usually I decide between one of three things:
A) Post them online (blog/facebook/instagram).
B) Send them to my mom.
or C) Let them disappear into the vortex of my computer.
Option A is great as it satisfies my need to share, yet it often leaves me feeling annoyed with myself. Option B is okay too, although I’m pretty sure my mom still doesn’t know how to open attachments. Option C is the laziest, but that’s okay because I also buy pre-grated carrots so obviously I’m not embarrassed about being lazy.
Here’s the thing, anytime I’m writing a blog post I ask myself, “Would I want to read that?” And when it comes to pictures of my kid, I know it’s not interesting unless maybe you know me. And I say “maybe” because even those who know me are probably sick of seeing overabundant proof that I have a child and a camera.
Roughly 10% of my readers are people who “know me.” You know, friends, family, acquaintances, ex-coworkers. Obviously knowing someone is a very subjective spectrum. Regardless, this Saturday post is really only for those who aren’t tired of seeing pictures of this kid. If you make it until the end, consider yourself family.
Have a great weekend.
You made it this far? Here is your reward:
Late Night Conversation With A Dream Crusher
Me: Are you asleep?
Me: Do you need something to think about to help you fall asleep? Lately I’ve been thinking about if we won a free, solar powered RV.
Me: Did you hear me?
Me: A free solar powered RV! It would be so amazing.
Austin: If we get a free, solar powered RV, we’re selling it.
Austin: If we won a solar powered RV, we would sell it.
Me: We’re not selling it.
Me: I do worry about where we’re going to keep it. Can we park it on our street?
Me: What about Amber and Jason’s barn? We’ll just keep it there.
Austin: We’re not keeping our brand new, solar powered RV in an old barn.
Me: Your parents house?
Austin: They don’t have room.
Me: Yeah, we’ll have to come up with something.
Austin: Like selling it? We’re not keeping the RV. We don’t need it.
Me: Over my dead body will you sell our free, solar powered RV.
Austin: If that’s what it takes. Goodnight.
You are 15 months today. I feel kind of weird making it into some sort of thing whenever you turn another month old, but whatever. I guess it’s just what bloggers do. If you ever find yourself 30 years old, scratching your head, and wondering what you were up to at the ripe old age of 15 months…here you go.
You’re everywhere; behind the couch, up the stairs, under the table, stuck between the kitchen chairs. Over the past few months you’ve morphed into some sort of mess-making wizard. I fold the wash, you unfold it. I put away the dishes, you take them out. I get you squeaky clean, you decide it’s time to take a giant poo.
You’re kind of picky. You eat all the time but it’s always on your terms and depending on your mood. Some days you love eggs, other days you hate them. Some days you scream for black beans, the next day you throw them all over the kitchen floor. I feel like I’m in a really bad remake of The Devil Wears Prada, but whatever. I guess you’re just being a toddler.
There are some things you always love; raisins, pretzels, a sip of tea. Every night I give you a big bowl of oatmeal and blueberries and you always finish every last drop. It’s adorable. I don’t know why. A fifteen month old baby eating oatmeal is probably not adorable to most people.
You say some things. Mostly you just say “ball” and “fooball,” but you also manage farm animal noises and the predictable “mama” “dada” and “uh-ohhh.” You also love to fake sneeze. It’s weird.
Sleeping is going pretty well. You nap for two hours every day and are down for 10-12 hours every night. Sometimes you wake up during the night, but that’s okay. Dad pats your back if you cry for too long. Most times you quickly put yourself back to sleep. I’m so proud.
Things that are so cute I just about die:
+When you pretend talk on the phone and throw your head back for a fake laugh.
+How every time I say it’s time to say goodbye to dad/grandpa/the grocer, you pucker up for a kiss like America’s sweetheart.
+Your happy squeal and impatient dance when I mention the word “bath.”
+Your obsession with your shoes, my shoes, everyone’s shoes.
+The way you look in the morning; crazy hair, sleepy eyes, and the best smiles I’ve ever seen.
Oh my love. You get better every month.