Holiday Season 2014

Oh hi, I haven’t blogged in forever.  How about a recap of the past couple months, now that we are officially at the end of the holiday season and moving right along in to 2015.


Thanksgiving was super low key and just the three of us – exactly as we wanted it.  We had planned on watching Thanksgiving-themed movies all day, but only got through Son in Law (a CLASSIC) because we really just wanted to pay attention to Charlie (look at that FACE!) and cook.  I didn’t get many pictures of the day at all, but this is our boy getting some morning daddy cuddles on Thanksgiving, right before the cooking began.  Such a sweetie.


And this picture is like, literally 2 seconds later.  It’s a roller coaster of emotions in this house. ;)6T5C3421

Did I say it was just the three of us?  I meeeeeeean…just because it’s only us three doesn’t mean we should miss out on the Thanksgiving feast!  A few weeks before Thanksgiving, Parker and I decided to do the Whole Foods thing and just order some turkey and sides and call it a day.  “I don’t want to have to cook,” I said.  “With the baby, how could I possibly make a big feast?” I asked myself.  Well, two days before, I rallied and decided this was going to be the best meal ever and it totally was.  And we had leftovers for days and days and finally got so sick of everything that we had to throw stuff out.  But it made the holiday feel real, rather than just another day at home, us three.

6T5C3437Oh and this pie.  Pumpkin pie with my secret ingredients (triple the spice amounts and add cream cheese – shh, secret!) and a candied pecan topping.  UH-MAZING.  And I think Parker fell in love with me all over again that day because of this pie.  It was the first time I made it and will be a keeper for sure.  Also a keeper?  The frozen pie crust at Whole Foods.  Homemade is just not worth the effort when you have eleventy other dishes to prepare and WF has got your back.  Truth.

6T5C3400This was Charlie’s Thanksgiving outfit.  He got dressed to go for a long walk with his dad in the stroller so mama could get the cooking done.  No family picture.  Probably because we didn’t comb our hair that day.  I may or may not have stayed in pajamas all day.  I can’t recall; it’s not important.  What IS important is that we had a fantastic Thanksgiving and I was feeling awful thankful for my little family and this little guy that has changed my world and made it so much better.

On to Christmas!

6T5C3545This wasn’t on Christmas day, but sometime in December.  I mean…can you even stand it?  I caught these two making eyes at each other after dinner one night.  I managed to snap a picture before melting in to a puddle on the floor.


“Hmm. I’m thinking serious and contemplative should be the mood for these photos.”

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“Nah, juuuuuust kidding, I’ll be cute!”


The crochet pants.  The paaaaants!  Aren’t they sweet?!  They are from Etsy (this is them) and all babies need a pair in my opinion.

Untitled-1That face on the left?  It’s just before a full on flirty smile (usually accompanied by some sort of coo) and it makes my heart skip every – single – time.  Want to see the rest of my Christmas decorations?



This is my Scandinavian Christmas village but really it’s just plaster houses from Michael’s you’re supposed to paint that I left white and call “Scandinavian”.  Sounds better that way.

FYI: Amazon sells these lights (here) that are flickering battery powered lights that turn on at the same time every day and turn off 6 hours later.  So these little houses just magically lit up every day and made me happy when I noticed.  They’re pretty close to the color of a real flame too.  I’m picky about that kinda thing.



 This was my favorite tree I’ve ever had.  It sat in our house for a week undecorated because we couldn’t find the right lights we used to have (the ones we pulled from the basement were like, greenish in color??  No bueno..), so then we overnighted some from Amazon but didn’t order enough, then Parker drove around to three different stores one night and bought every single box he could find and NONE of them were to my liking (I know, so obnoxious) so then we overnighted more of the same lights from Amazon.  Drama!  But look how pretty it turned out.

(Seriously, Parker walked in with a huge box filled with like, 40 boxes of white Christmas lights or something and I was like, “……no.  Those are too white.” HA!  I’m glad he loves me. :)Untitled-2Let’s talk Christmas ornaments for a second.  What kind of tree decorator are you?  Do you have a different theme each year?  Do you only allow a certain color palette to adorn your evergreen branches?  Me, I’m the sentimental type.  I went through a phase in the first years after college where we didn’t have any ornaments so we bought cheap, plastic crap from Target (the day after Christmas at 75% off for the next year’s tree a few times) just to fill the space.

But as the years have gone by, I’ve become more discerning in my holiday decor taste.  A couple years ago, I started thinking about the ornaments I would want my children to grow up with.  I wanted to start collecting ornaments that inspired that magical feeling of Christmastime, sparked imagination and wonder, and maybe had a story to tell.  These above are woodland creatures that I fell in love with and are only sentimental because I love them, but I think they lend themselves nicely to the whole magic of the season part.

Untitled-3These are a sampling of ornaments Parker and I have picked up from our travels over the years.  Where ever we go, we always try to get a Christmas ornament. Even if all we can find is something ugly that will inevitably stay packed in the box and not make it on the tree (case in point: our honeymoon ornament from Turks and Caicos – hideous!), we still buy it anyway.   It’s a way to jog our memory every year of the places we visited and maybe offer fun stories to tell our kids as we decorate the tree.  Sometimes we can’t find Christmas ornaments for sale so we have to get creative.  That Seattle one is a piggy bank with a piece of twine strung through it.  It’s kind of big and really heavy, but it’s one of my favorites.  We have a lot of these, but here are ones I snapped pictures of.  Left to right: San Francisco, Portland, SeattleSalt Lake City, New York City, and Colorado.


Felt!  This year I added felted ornaments and garland to the tree and I’m obsessed.  West Elm had all of these adorable felted animals (I went back after Christmas and bought extras to maybe make a mobile out of for Charlie…we’ll see if it gets done) and this garland is from Minted (of all places!).  I didn’t know they had a marketplace of items other than paper goods and I am SO in love with their 100% wool felted ball garlands.  I have both the small ones and big ones on the tree.  They became instant heirlooms the moment I saw them hung.

Untitled-5Wedding keepsakes for the romantic in me.  That’s our cake topper I made and one of the cowbells everyone rang as we kissed (we got married in a hay field, which was a cow field when I was growing up, so.) We had a bunch of these left over and they all hang on the tree.  I love the way they look, the memories they bring back, and the sound they make when you bump the tree.

Untitled-6Right now I only have these two, but I want to start collecting more ornaments like these – little winter wonderlands encased inside a globe or cloche.  I think they are so sweet and enchanting to little minds.  They will have to hang out of reach on sturdy branches for several years, but that’s okay.

Oh!  And Charlie has an ornament too, but it’s still at the engravers so it didn’t actually make it on the tree this year (mom fail).  It’s this brass polaroid frame ornament and it’s being engraved with “Charlie’s 1st Christmas” and the year.  He doesn’t have to know it technically didn’t decorate the tree his first year.  :)


 I had the K and the P from years ago and was scratching my head for what to do for a C (I considered buying a soldering iron and some jingle bells and trying to make one…I’m ridiculous) but then!  I had a jingle bell wreath ornament that I just cut to make a C and OMG I’m a genius.  Also?  I bought two of those stockings from West Elm two Christmases ago and they were still selling them this year so I bought one to match and then I went back after Christmas and bought three more at 70% off for future children so we all will have matching stockings.  I hope that’s enough!  (Did I just jinx my uterus?)

6T5C3651Brown paper packages tied up with string.  These are a few of my favorite things.



My grammy hand knitted all of these snow flakes and they are some of my favorite decorations.

The rest of the house was pretty low key, I wish I had garlands to string everywhere, but seriously.  Charlie doesn’t give me much time to do these things.  He’s a very demanding boss.

(Also, these two pictures were taken during the day, so it’s a bit jarring compared to the others, sorry!)






And a random assortment of holiday cheer by the front door for good measure.

6T5C3727 6T5C3728This was our Christmas card this year!  Minted printed these and I love how they turned out.  I really wanted a nice family portrait (taken with a real camera, not an iPhone) in time to get these made, but it just never happened so we used a selfie from the Christmas tree lot and I kind of love it.  It’s real life and it was a fun memory shopping for that tree, the three of us.

Also, I soo wish I had taken a picture of the envelopes.  Minted now has an option to print addresses (recipient and return) with a caligraphy font and it turned out so pretty.  I should have addressed one to myself to save, it was gorgeous.  I wish they had that option when I was getting married, it would have saved SOOO much time (save the dates, invites, thank you cards…).

Untitled-8Of course, Christmas morning we had to get a family photo.  Awkward and staged as it may be, it’s just the right thing to do.  We took about 400 (not really…but really.) to get this shining gem of awkwardness:

6T5C3787Charlies face! Hahahaha!  I love it. Coupled with me not looking at the right place (and the burn on my arm from a mishap with the oven the night before..) this picture just makes me laugh.  But mostly it’s because of Charlie’s face that says “Oh gah, MOM hurry up!”  Ah, Christmas.  It’s the most wonderful time of the year.


This was Charlie’s big present from us – the Merry Muscles door jumper.  He looks thrilled, right?!  Ha :)  He’s still a little young for it, but he likes to hang out in there and I can’t wait for him to start using those chubby little legs to jump around.  And for posterity, Parker totally won best gift giver this year.  He gave me a ring (a want), a new camera lens (a need), perfume (a wear), and a book on Charles and Ray Eames (a read).   I was not nearly as on top of it for him, but he didn’t seem to mind.

As for New Years Eve, Parker and I made Gordon Ramsey’s beef wellington (which is beyond amazing) and drank our favorite champagne.  Of course by the time dinner was ready, it was 9pm and Charlie woke up fussing for milk (right as we were making our plates), so we had to eat dinner in bed, me laying on my side so he could nurse.  I literally cut my steak while lying down with a child attached to my breast.  And you know what?  I’m so used to it, it didn’t even phase me.  Or Parker.  We just continued our conversation about how good the beef wellington was and how we have to make it every year from now on, except the kids can eat something else because this meal is ‘spensive and we don’t want to waste filet mignon on immature palates. We also debated the merits of staying up till midnight and if it was worth it or not.  Ya know, totally exciting stuff.  In the end, the clock struck 12 and we were both awake, but he out in the living room and me nursing Charlie in bed (again) and I didn’t even see a countdown on tv.  I did hear lots of fireworks though, and imagined the wild parties going on around me but was quite content with my 11 week old babe cuddled up in to me.  That’s where I was when 2014 turned in to 2015.

I don’t have any pictures, but it was a fun night.  I’m glad Charlie was a part of it.  I’m glad he’s a part of our lives.  The end of last year was really hard at times, most especially because of losing Frank, our sweet dog (and gosh I missed him so much yesterday, realizing it’s been over three months since he disappeared, and watching everyone on social media reminisce on their year) but Charlie really has brought such a bright light to our lives.  Every day is so fun and full of so much joy.  I changed my shirt four times before 10am this morning from spit up, then got poop all over my shirt this afternoon from a blowout and I still think this whole mothering thing is the BEST THING EVER.

2014 was spent waiting for Charlie, then losing Frank, then trying to understand how to care for Charlie and care for myself and Parker, and then finally figuring it out and finding a groove sometime in November and sailing through December in a festive haze.  I’m ready for 2015.  I’m grateful for what I learned in 2014, but it’s time for a new year and all the promise of good things that lie ahead.

Happy new year.  :)

Charlie’s Birth Story

Finally, after writing pieces of this story over the seven (!) weeks since our sweet boy Charlie was born, I’m ready to share our birth story.  Here goes! (Pictures start towards the bottom when our photographer met us at the hospital.)

At 12:38pm on Thursday, October 9, I texted Parker: “I think I just had my first contraction.”  I had been lying on the couch, binge-watching Scandal because our birth class instructor (who later became our doula) had told us that the best thing we could do to set ourselves up for the best birth experience possible was to relax and do nothing in the final days; rest up for the marathon ahead.  I had just discovered the series (so good!!!), and I was way too big and tired to do anymore nesting, so a TV marathon was exactly what I wanted to be doing anyway.   I had been feeling the baby descend lower into my pelvis for several days and knew he was getting in to position, so when I felt that first contraction, I was relaxed and in-tune with my body enough that I knew exactly what was happening.  I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t anxious, I was justcalm.  I also knew that it could go on like this for days and days though, so I didn’t get too amped up about it.  

That afternoon, the contractions kept coming, but they weren’t painful.  Every time one would come on , I would relax every part of my body and focus on my breathing.  Like at the end of yoga class where you just lie on the mat and the instructor coaches you through relaxing every tension from the tip of your head to the bottom of your toes.  I did this because I remember reading in Ina May Gaskin’s books about how tension is counterproductive to labor and can stall progress.

Parker would text me from work periodically to see how I was doing, and if I was still having contractions.  I kept telling him yes and before he left for the day he let everyone at work know this might be it and he might not be coming in the next day.

When he got home that night, we went on a walk, ate dinner and watched tv, like we always do.  We went to bed early though, knowing that we were going to need to rest up and that I especially should try to get as much sleep as possible.  Sleep was difficult; every time I would start to doze, a contraction would wake me up and I would be sure to track it on my phone.  Eventually I did sleep (80 minutes according to the time lapse on my tracker) but woke up around 1:00am needing to go to the bathroom.  Going really set things in motion though and the contractions started coming on a little stronger and more frequently.  I woke Parker up to give him a progress update because, ya know, I was progressing, but he was not happy to be woken up grumbling, “This could go on for days, it’s 1am, let me sleep.” Rawr!  I knew it wasn’t going to last for days though and that I better get my hospital bag packed asap so that’s what I set out to do.

Around 3:30 am  I texted my doula, McCalla, saying, “I hate to wake you, but my contractions are a minute long, 5 minutes apart and have been increasing intensity.  I think you may want to head over soon.”  She texted right back that she was up and on her way.  When she arrived, I kind of went into hostess mode, so I was less relaxed and as a result, my contractions slowed down a bit.  I was embarrassed, afraid that I had woken her up in the middle of the night for nothing.  I decided to bake bread while we waited (gingerbread and pumpkin spice loaf – October classics!) and soon enough my contractions started picking up again.  Over the next few hours we all (Parker got up and joined us) hung out in the living room while the bread baked and every once in a while I would have to be quiet and focus on breathing through the contractions that were still moderate, but picking up intensity.  My doula said to me that she was pretty sure I would continute this way all day and that they would pick up and get more intese that night.  I didn’t really believe her and thought for sure I was going to have this baby today, but didn’t let on because I didn’t want to jinx it.  Parker and I both had chiropractor appointments that morning and she suggested that we go as soon as they opened since getting adjusted might help keep baby (or get baby) in proper alignment and could help speed things up.  It was still early though, like around 6:00am or so and we would need to wait until 8:30 at least to leave the house.  So we just hung out and waited.

Around 7:00 or so, McCalla got up to go to the bathroom and as soon as she did, I felt like I was going to be sick.  I had been lying on the couch and I shot straight up and told Parker, “I feel like I’m going to be sick.  Noreally, I think I”m gonna puke!” and I ran to the other bathroom at the back of the house (thank god we have two…) and threw up.  Like, a lot.  McCalla came out of the bathroom, heard what was happening and came back to check on me.  I asked her, “Is this normal??  I thought you only threw up at the very end of labor when the pain is so intense it makes you puke” and she said that no, this was normal too and nothing to worry about.  We went back to the living room to hang out some more, which was really fun and just felt like I was hanging out with a girlfriend (at the crack of dawn, ha).

Then around 7:45 (I think, all times are totally guesses since I wasn’t paying too close attention) I was laying on the couch and breathing through a contraction and I said to McCalla, “Oh, this one is much more intense” and a few seconds later I felt a pop and said, “Oh, my water just broke!” and got up to run to the bathroom.  She kind of laughed and said, “Really?!” and when I got out I told her exactly what had happened to make sure that indeed my water had broken and it wasn’t just a mucus plug that I had lost and she confirmed that what I described was my water breaking.

Parker had gone somewhere else at that point and when he walked back in we told him my water had broken.  I told him he should probably get serious about packing his own bag for the hospital (he was still sure this would go on all day at least) so he got busy getting things together.

At around 8:30 or so McCalla suggested I take a hot shower to see if the warm water would slow things down.  If I was still at the point where the water would relax me enough to slow down contractions, then we would know I wasn’t very far along and we would go on to the chiropractor.  I got in the shower and the hot water did the exact opposite of slowing things down!  Things picked up quickly and contractions starting coming on FAST.  I had to hurry during my breaks between them to get out of the shower, then to towel off, then to get to the bedroom, and then to get dressed.  Contractions kept coming one after another, so fast.  McCalla said, “I think we should plan on not going to the chiropractor and just go to the hospital.  Is that okay with you?” and I was like, UM YEAH.

And then I had to puke again.  A lot.  And I started sweating.  Poor sweet McCalla realized (she later told me) that I was transitioning and we needed to get to the hospital ASAP.  She held my hair as I threw up and gently, calmly but very seriously said to me, “Okay, after you’re done here we need to make a concerted effort to get to the car.  What do you need to get ready?” and I said, “Shoes” in between coughing and she yelled out to Parker to get me some flip flops and pack the car up.

As soon as I was done throwing up, I walked three steps out of the bathroom and another contraction hit me and this was by far the strongest, most painful one yet and I had to stop and lean over the sofa.  I started to get scared and whimper but McCalla coached me on vocalizing through it and I swear, that saved me for the rest of my labor .  Moaning gave me something to focus on and somewhere to direct my energy.  I can’t describe the sounds that came out of my throat except to say they were primal and rooted somewhere deep inside me and I couldn’t replicate them if I tried.  I watched birthing videos while I was pregnant and those sounds women made scared me to death, but being on the other side, it wasn’t scary at all.  It was comforting in fact!  It was exactly what I needed to do to relax the rest of my body and let Charlie do what he needed to do to move down.

Pausing the story for a moment to acknowledge how amazing our doula was.  Had we been alone in the house trying to figure out when to go to the hospital and it got to this point, I would have probably been really scared and so would Parker.  I probably wouldn’t have known how to vocalize through the contractions and things might have gotten unbearably hard for me.  McCalla was a calming, gounding presence and she really brought out the best in me to be able to get through labor with strength.  She was amazing, I just have to say that.  Okay, resuming.

We got in the car, McCalla following behind, and I braced myself for the car ride that I have heard from other mothers is brutal.  But, happily, the car ride was fine.  I had my eyes closed and just vocalized through each contraction, and breathed and relaxed during each break.  Parker was trying to time the contractions and follow directions on his phone at the same time and the poor guy missed the turn for the hospital!  I was like, “Uh, I think you were supposed to turn back there…” but what I really wanted to say was, “WTF PARKER YOU MISSED THE TURN UGHHHHH!!”  I was proud of the constraint I showed under the circumstances. :)


We pulled up to the hospital and were greeted by my midwife, a nurse, my doula and my photographer-doula who was going to capture the birth.  I was right in the middle of a contraction though so I had to make them wait while I breathed and vocalized through it.  While I was contracting (is that a term?)  Parker ran out of the car and yelled, “WE NEED A WHEELCHAIR!” like the husbands in movies but I was like, “Idon’t want a wheel chair..” and my midwife said it would be better to walk if I could so I wasted no time marching up the stairs saying “I can walk, come on.”


We made it up to the check in desk and contractions kept coming, so strong and fast.  The nurse checking me in just held out the clipboard while I scrawled lines hardly resembling my signature before finally they could take me back.  The nurse told me they were out of labor & delivery rooms so they were taking me to a triage room first.  “We’ll move you to a delivery room as soon as one opens up,” she said but I was like, “I ain’t movin!  Get that tub set up, I’m having this baby in the triage room!”



My midwife, Christine, echoed my sentiments to get the tub set up immediately.  My biggest fear leading up to the birth was that a birthing tub wouldn’t be available for some reason and I wouldn’t have the opportunity to have a water birth.  I wanted a water birth for the natural pain relief properties the water provides and for the ability to labor and deliver in different positions with the help of water supoorting my weight.  I reeeeeally wanted the tub, thank goodness I got it.

Before I could get in the tub, Christine wanted to check to see how far along I was. I was so desperate to get in the water, but agreed hoping she would hurry.  I was shocked when she said, “Miss Katy, you are at nine and a half centimeters!” (I won’t lie, I was pretty proud that I got to the hospital at 9.5!)


Ha, I forgot about this.  They had to move me to a room so quick (they could tell I was REALLY in labor) that I didn’t finish signing all the papers.  They didn’t even have a chance to draw blood and barely were able to check my blood pressure in between contractions.

I got in the water and the next hour or so was probably the hardest of the entire time.  I no longer felt in control of the contractions, and instead felt like I was being pulled – dragged – through each one.  I let out loud roars of pain and started understanding why epidurals are so popular.  I started understanding why elective cesareans are so popular.  I decided I would never ever judge another woman for the way she gives birth.  At the same time, I knew I could get through it and the thought of wanting an epidural myself never entered my mind, but I was suddenly very understanding and compassionate to every woman who came before me in birthing a child.


And then I entered labor land.  “Labor land” is a term my doula introduced me to during our child birth class and it’s described as “a deep meditative state. It is like an out of body experience except that it occurs so internally, totally within your body and in the meditative part of your mind.  Being in this state allows the mom to get into the rhythm of her contractions and to develop a routine of what works for her to stay on top of the intensity of her labor.” (source)  I felt a shift after I had been in the water for a little while (about an hour or so), and I no longer felt like I was being dragged through contractions kicking and screaming.  I felt like I had my groove and could get behind each one and give in to each one.


During this time in the water, I had such amazing support.  Parker was right there holding my hand, calm and strong.  McCalla was THE BEST EVER with ice cold wash cloths that she put drops of lavender essential oils on.  The water was really hot so she would put ice cold wash cloths on my forehead, back, shoulders and it was so refreshing.  She would let me go through a contraction on my own and then as soon as it was over, she was right there with a fresh washcloth, icy cold and lovely smelling, knowing exactly what to do and where to put it without me saying a word.  It was so, so amazing.  And Chanda, my photographer doula, would apply counter pressure on my back during contractions which helped the sensations not feel so intense and allowed me to release tension through the crazy intense pain.  During breaks I would mutter “water” and whoever happened to be closest to me at the moment would put my water bottle to my lips so I could drink.  They never missed a beat!  I joke that I had my very own pit crew through labor, but it’s actually a totally accurate description.


My midwife, Christine, was awesome.  She mostly let us do our thing, speaking up occasionally to be supportive and sometimes sassy (which I appreciated because I’m sassy too).  Every once in a while I would hear her say, “Yeah, girl, there you go” or “You got this, come on”.  I had my eyes closed pretty much the whole time at the hospital (it felt like there were bricks on my eyes, it was so hard to open them!) but I could feel everyone’s presence and support around me as I labored in the tub.  It was really empowering and made me feel safe and respected.  I had gotten to know everyone who was there (with the exception of the one nurse who was apparently there, but she was great too because she never said a word – that I could hear – and just blended into the background).


I resisted pushing as I was afraid that I would run out of energy and wear myself out if I started pushing too early.  I also didn’t want to tear, so I was trying to slowly and carefully let Charlie do most of the work before I really started pushing hard.  I was leaned over the inflatable tub the entire time but when it came time to focus on pushing the baby out, my midwife asked me to shift into a squat position.  It took every bit of energy I had, but I did and it made pushing more productive.  I started to get quiet on the pushes, not breathing, just sending everything I had into the pushes.  McCalla held one hand and Parker held the other.  At one point I said, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this” and McCalla said “You’re at the point where you’re not supposed to know if you can do this.  Everything is going exactly as  it should.”  Another memorable quote from me was, “Why do people have children???” and McCalla and Christine both laughed and said I would see why soon enough. (Spoiler alert: they were right!)




About an hour of pushing and finally I felt his head come out.  To be sure, I took a breath and asked, “Was that his head?” and they said yes, so one more big push and he was out!  Christine said “Grab your baby!” and I pulled him out of the water.  He was PERFECT and so, so sweet.  He was white and pale as a ghost, but thankfully I had seen enough birthing videos that I knew it was okay so I wasn’t worried.  They let me hold him and kiss him while waiting for the cord to stop pulsing before cutting.  Then they cut the cord and needed to take him since he was still pale and not breathing as strongly as he should.  He had a lot of amniotic fluid in his lungs that they had to suction out, but he never left the room.  He was right next to me the whole time as the nurses worked on him.  



Meanwhile, I couldn’t believe how much energy I suddenly had and was so excited to have just had my baby!  I got out of the tub and onto the bed to deliver the placenta, cracking jokes and having a good time.  I did tell Parker that it was “SO HARD” and that I didn’t know if I could ever do it again without an epidural.  He looked at me like I was crazy and said, “You did great, you didn’t need any help” which made me feel good.  The nurses were all so complimentary too, telling me what a great job I did and that it was a fun birth to witness.  It pumped me up, made me feel really proud. :)





Finally, after about 15 minutes of working on Charlie, they gave him to me and we lay together, skin to skin.  He was so teeny tiny, 7lbs 7oz and 20 inches long (which made me feel a little sheepish at all the weight I had gainedoh well!) but perfect.  It was amazing to finally see what he looked like and to meet him face to face.  I made sure to tell McCalla and Christine, “Okay, I take it back, I know why women have children now.”  I felt such overwhelming, immediate, and intense love for him and knew that I would do anything and everything for my sweet baby Charlie from now until forever.



That’s the story of how little Charlie came into this world.  He was born at 12:23pm on October 10, 2014., almost exactly 24 hours after I felt that first contraction.  I feel so fortunate to have had such an empowering and positive birth experience, free of complications, drugs or interventions.  I got to experience the whole thing fully, from start to finish – I got to deliver my own baby!  It was so hard, but so so worth it and I can’t wait to do it again. :)

He’s Here!

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Charles Everett DeBardelaben, our baby Charlie, joined us last Friday, October 10 at 12:23pm.  He weighed 7lbs 7oz and was 20in long at birth, but is growing bigger and stronger everyday.  We have spent the past week falling deeply in love with him and trying to figure out this whole parenting thing (spoiler alert: we love it!).


I can’t wait to share his birth story because it’s a good one.  Quick highlights: It was a beautiful, empowering, and transformative experience and everything I had hoped it would be.  I arrived at the hospital at 9.5 cm and caught him myself about 3 hours later in the  birthing tub!unnamed-1

For now though, I must go rest.  It’s exhausting caring for a newborn!  :)

Lots of love,


Baby Shower


How about a really happy post after my last, really sad one?  Yes, I think that’s a great idea.  :)

I had a baby shower a couple weeks ago and it was so awesome!  My friends Stephanie and Emily threw me a small gathering with my closest ladies, Minted sent some of their awesome party decor, and my friend Audra came to take pictures.  Life lesson: it’s good to have talented friends because they sure know how to make a special occasion even more special.

There are lots of pictures in this post, so let’s just get to it!


I offered to host the shower at my house because a few people hadn’t had a chance to see the progress we’ve made since buying a year ago, plus it was great motivation to finally get the projects done that I’ve been meaning to do before the baby comes.  There’s nothing like the threat of company to make you get your act together and finally tackle that to-do list.  It made me a little crazy, I have to admit, and I ran around like a (very pregnant) chicken with it’s head cut off for a couple weeks leading up to the shower, but I am so so glad I had that deadline to meet.  It was such a huge relief to check off so many tasks in a short period of time.  And it was fun to let everyone see the nursery! (Which, I don’t have pictures of yet, sorry..)
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Oh, and also: The FOOD.  You guys.  I didn’t lift a finger and this amazing spread just materialized on my table.  It was amazing.







Mimosas were served, but my friend Stephanie made sure to have a mocktail version for me and it was dang delicious.  I drank so many that, had they been the real thing, I would have been slizzard.


All of the party decor you see, including this sweet “Oh Baby” banner is part of the “Colorful Balloons” party decor set from Minted.  And one thing that I love about Minted is that  everything is completely customizable – so, this is actually listed as a kids birthday party set, but it was easily made baby shower-appropriate by some simple tweaks from the Minted designers.

Minted has done invitations and all sorts of stationary for a long time, but the party decor has only been out for a year or two I think.  This was my first time seeing it, and I thought it was awesome.  It makes a party come together really fast so the hostess isn’t fretting over the details last minute and can enjoy the day.  I will definitely be remembering that little fact when it comes time to throw Charlie a birthday party because, as much as I would like my kid’s birthday to be some awesome, everything-hand-made, completely custom and over-the-top shindig you’d find on Pinterest, I just don’t see myself putting that much effort toward a little kid’s birthday party.  Pre-made party decor for the win.

I laughed when I saw what Emily had picked out for the shower because she picked a color theme that already kind of coordinated with my house and that is so a detail that I appreciated.


Dude.  I’ve had so much fun gaining baby weight, can you tell?  ;)  #pizzaallthetime

Also: this shelf with the pegs in the photo below?  I built that the day before the shower while Parker was at work so he couldn’t yell at me for working too hard.  I TOLD YOU, I was a crazy person.



I baked these mini pumpkin spice bread loaves for everyone because every time I thought about how kind it was that people actually wanted to come and give presents to celebrate Charlie entering the world, I got a little sappy and emotional.  So when that happens, I bake.  KDeBBabyShower_010

It’s been so long since I did any house updates (sorry…) but this is how we have the living room arranged now.  It’s so much better.  We never used the room before because it was just awkward, but it’s much more homey and inviting now.




This garland is actually not a part of the Minted party decor set, but instead the creation of co-hostess, Emily. I told you – it pays to have talented friends!  I think she’s going to post a tutorial on how she did it over on the Eclectica Kiddo blog (she and my other friend, Laura are the founders of that crazy sweet company) so keep an eye out if you want to make one too.

I loved it so much that it’s hanging in the nursery now, which I have got to post about soon because it’s so stinkin‘ cute.

These invites were so cute, and backed with a pretty striped pattern.  I’m definitely saving mine to put in Charlie’s first baby book.

So that’s it!  The afternoon was a total blast and went by in a flash.  I felt so loved and spoiled and it’s always great to have a bunch of your favorite people in one place.  Thank you to my lovely friends and family who made me feel so special.  And thank you to Minted who sent over all of the gorgeous party decor.  I have been such a fan of their products since we ordered our wedding stationary from them a few years ago (you can that see in this post).

And a special thank you to Audra Starr who shot all of these lovely pictures.  Let me tell you a quick story about Audra: We first met in college when I was the teaching assistant for Photography 101 and she was a student.  Fast forward all these years and she has WAY more to teach me than I could ever teach her, which I’m hoping she will do one day :).  She has her own photography business, which you should check out here, AND she writes a blog with three of her close friends called You Can Sit With Us, which is just the sweetest and you should be following.  Also: she has two adorable little kids, but you would never know it by looking at her because she does Crossfit on the regular. The girl is hot.  Anyway.

In other baby news: our due date is in two and a half weeks (October 15), but I am betting this baby is here this week.  I just have a feeling.  And mother’s intuition is a real thing, right?  Guess I better pack my hospital bag and install the car seat (ah!).  Anyway, I’ll probably update Instagram or Facebook with the big news before this blog, so follow along there for an early glimpse of the cuteness if you’re interested.  :)

Full disclosure: I was gifted the party decor from Minted, but I really did love it and I always go there first for any kind of stationary I need.  All thoughts and opinions are my own.  Obviously.

On the Kindness of Strangers

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Walking around town with a big belly gets a lot more attention than I ever anticipated.  And I have to say: I am loving it!  Strangers stop me nearly every day to inquire when I’m due (October 15!), what I’m having (A little boy!), if this is my first (Yep!  First one!) how I’m feeling (Great!), or sometimes even just to smile and say, “Congratulations” without stopping where they’re walking.  One woman even held the door open for me on the way into the restroom and let me go first, saying, “I’ve been there three times myself, mama.  You go right on ahead!”.  It really is just so sweet and every time someone goes out of their way to be nice to me simply because I’m pregnant, I can’t help but be overwhelmed with sappy gratitude and joy.

Sure, I’ve gotten some questions or comments directed my way that haven’t been as nice, like being called crazy for any number of reasons, including (but not limited to) wanting a natural birth, wanting to cloth diaper, or for being determined not to let my house get overrun by plastic baby things strewn everywhere.  (To be fair though, most of those comments haven’t come from strangers, but from closer acquaintances and family members, which brings to mind – why is it that strangers can be nicer than the people who actually know you?  I digress…)  But for the most part, people are so kind and so excited for me that it makes it easy to stay in a positive state of mind. 

At 31 weeks (I’m 33 weeks now), people started telling me I looked like I was literally about to “pop any day now” and I would just smile and say, “Oh, I still have two more months.  You ain’t seen nothin‘ yet.”  I know a lot of women get sensitive with comments regarding their size or how big they are, but even those don’t bother me because I know they don’t mean any harm.  People just like big pregnant ladies!

Every week I go to Whole Foods around lunchtime, grab something to eat from the salad or hot bar and eat in the cafe before starting my grocery shopping.  One day I grabbed the last seat left next to a man who struck up a conversation, congratulating me and asking the usual questions (see above) and we ended up talking the entire meal.  He, sharing stories and passing on important tidbits he had learned from fatherhood, and me taking note, trying to remember it all but knowing full well that exhaustion and a real live BABY will likely cause me to forget a lot.  Before he left, he congratulated me again and said, “Just trust your instincts.  You’ll be a great mom.” and I was left staring at my salad with big elephant tears threatening to drop any second.  The kindness of strangers.  It’s really something, isn’t it?

Did you have similar reactions when you were pregnant?  Did people stop you everywhere to congratulate and ask you the usual questions?  I wonder if it is cultural or if people everywhere are generally enthusiastic about seeing a (very obviously) pregnant woman out and about.  And I wonder if it’s because I don’t have any other children with me that makes them assume it’s my first and if that is somehow more exciting.  I’d love to hear your thoughts and experiences in the comments!