hey, it's friday!

^^one of the 3 times ean has let me cuddle him. thank goodness i have proof.

after an incredibly long week, with Ean being in and out of the hospital, we are finally feeling better. his blood levels are back up and his terrible fever is gone. thank you, universe.

so naturally ean needed a vacation. he's spending some quality time with his grandparents, while his parents pull their lives together. I have some school work and some sleeping to do this weekend. along, with some beers to drink and apartments to view. yes, we are moving! we are viewing a couple of places this weekend, in hopes of signing a lease within the month. it's so bittersweet. we are excited to have a bit of a bigger place but i can't help of thinking of all the sweet memories we have made here. enough of that though, i don't want to jinx it!


have a great weekend!
xo

valentine's day

i just realized i never got around to posting our valentine's day pictures. we didn't do a whole lot but hey it was Ean's FIRST VALENTINE'S DAY! 

i knew while pregnant with Ean i wanted to be that obnoxious mama who celebrated everything. i mean everything. the first rolling over act, the first smile, and of course all the made up holidays that most people think are silly. valentine's day being one of those, it was an excuse to buy some paper and take cute pictures. my babe was such a good sport but let's get real all the dude had to do was smile. i would be the one sewing the hearts onto card stock (yeah, i sewed them) and addressing those envelopes. 

so we took some photos...

then i mailed them to 23 lucky valentines, whom Ean picked out himself. ;)

then the morning of we woke daddy up with presents...

^^^Ean picked those nibblers out himself, seriously what a thoughtful dude.

these pictures

i'm sitting here on the floor typing, with my stomach squishing Ean's stuffed carrot. he really loves this carrot, his broccoli too but i think the carrot is his favorite. (shh...don't tell mr. broccoli.) today has been somewhat exhausting. we've done nothing more than the usual schedule. wake up, play, clean up a bit, E naps, I maybe get dressed, E wakes up, play on the floor, read books, maybe take a walk..(insert something different)...the same ole stuff. somehow though today was tiring, all i could think of was putting E to sleep and then lastly putting myself to sleep. yet, i sit here at 10:29 still awake, E being asleep since 7, and not being able to sleep myself. maybe it's because the kitchen is a disaster or maybe it's because Eric isn't ready for bed yet either. who knows. all i know is these pictures are my favorite and i love this little baby boy with my whole heart.

february first thoughts

i've always loved february, just the word itself seems dreamy. today Ean and i welcomed it with wide open arms. we did a couple errands on foot, which is super nice when it's beautiful outside. i packed a blanket and some of his favorite little toys, then we found ourselves talking about dogs and how what we were laying on was grass. (i did most the talking, he did chime in with some grunting.)

i sat there for well over 45 minutes in awe that i actually have a little baby. a little baby boy. this time last year it had just sank in that i was having a baby. i was no longer living my life and doing what i was doing for myself but for Ean. 

i had always heard other moms and dads say how hard it would be. how little sleep i would get and how exhausting it would be, the crying and neediness would get so old so fast. sure i've slept a little less and at the end of the day when i put that swaddled baby down to sleep for the night, i could just fall asleep myself. but i never once heard how amazing and rewarding it was going to be or how i could get so emotional over a giggle and a gummy smile.

so as i laid on the grass today at the park with my own little baby and his little canvas shoes, a soon to be mama walked by. i thought about my own self a year ago and what i would have wanted to hear. that every moment is truly a rush. i wouldn't tell her 'how hard it would be' or how messy your house would become, but rather how when that sweet little baby looks at you, nothing in the world can compare.