Show me the money!!!

Monday, December 7, 2009











Isabelle has been toting this Money magazine around the past two days. Looks like a little bit of Mommy and Daddy's background in finance is coming through!

Avocados are a no go

Thursday, November 19, 2009

I finally decided to introduce some cubed food so she could feed herself since she LOVES, LOVES feeding herself those little Gerber puffs. So, I go to the store and pick out the most perfect avocado for her to try, knowing she's going to love it just as much as mommy does. I mean, who doesn't like guacamole? Isabelle... Isabelle doesn't like guacamole. I've spared you the end of the video. Not pretty.
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My little bug!

Monday, November 16, 2009






I've been meaning to get a few pictures of her in her Halloween costume on here for forever. I figure as long as I get it done before Christmas I'm good, right? Isabelle actually won a little costume contest her photographer was doing. Mike keeps calling it her first beauty pagent win :)

Baby got a new pair of shoes!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009




Izzie got a new pair of shoes today! They're what mommy is calling her first "real" shoes and they are G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S... well, as glam as sneakers can be :) She's pretty interested in them and can't get enough of the laces. And I know, these are never going to stay tied.

Being a Momma

Friday, October 9, 2009

I found this on a blog today and it put into words a lot of things I've been feeling but couldn't. Enjoy!

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family. "You think I should have a baby?"

"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations ..."

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her.

That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.

I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years-not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.

My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.

I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.

"You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. This blessed gift from God ... that of being a Mother.

Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends who may someday be moms.

Hammock Time... U can't touch this!

Thursday, October 8, 2009


Around 6:00pm we start melting down and no funny voice or song will bring us out of it. Our only hope for happiness... hammock time!

Swimming in the fall? Why not!

Thursday, October 8, 2009










It's now WAY too cold for swimming in her baby pool, but I had to snap a few pictures of her in this little bathing suit before she out grows it. Love it!

Happy 7-month Birthday Izzie!!!

Monday, September 21, 2009

So, I've finally started a blog! Mostly just to keep family and friends updated on Isabelle since Mike and I are not nearly as interesting since she's come along :)

Isabelle turned 7 months old yesterday! Happy 7 month birthday sweetie!!! I have to admit, I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. I'm most excited to see how she'll change in the next month. It seems like she does something new everyday. She truly amazes me! I love watching her grow, but at the same time I'm also sad. How is it that she's already 7 months old? Ugh... I'm tearing up just thinking about it again. I get so emotional when she grows out of her little jammies. I get her (my) favorite jammies out of the drawer, start to put them on, and then it happens... I realize there is no way she's going to be able to stretch her legs out in those cute little PJ's with the fuzzy duckies EVER AGAIN!!! Then it's the sad act of slowly taking them off of her, slowly folding them up ever so carefully, and then slowly walking over to the closet to put them away with all the other clothes she no longer fits into. I know they can't stay little babies forever, but why do they have to grow up so fast?

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