April 22, 2014

Ode to a Margot

Last week Margot turned one.

We spent the morning watching cartoons in our hotel room while waiting for David to wrap up some work in Indianapolis. Then we went to the airport and spent the rest of the day flying home. It wasn't exactly a fun birthdaystravaganza.

But she loved crawling all over the terminal as we waited for our plane. And she did really well on our flight back to Phoenix. And she did get to eat a few bites of a cupcake.

Here's the thing about Margot: she is, generally speaking, the most pleasant baby I've ever met. 
As long as she is well-rested and well-fed, she's content to babble and sing and chew on things and crawl around and entertain herself. She loves to snuggle. If she knows you, she's absolutely delighted to see you. (I love getting her out of her car seat because her face lights up and she gets all wriggly like a puppy as if she hasn't seen me in ages and is like, "Ohmygoodness! You're here! Hooray!!!" Makes me feel like a rockstar.)

Yes, she has her moments. She likes to be held almost constantly, which gets exhausting. She's been getting like 237 teeth all at the same time, so she's cranky a lot more often than usual. She has had her fair share of sickness this year, which is never fun. Traveling messed with her schedule big time, so while she used to sleep a solid 11-12 hours a night (and has for months and months) she now wakes up at least once a night and insists on nursing before she'll go back to sleep.

She's not always easy; she's not perfect.

But you know what? She is the perfect baby for me. She is exactly what I needed at this time in my life.

You know I've been fighting depression and anxiety and stress and apathy and anger and all kinds of other fun emotions, and quite frankly it sucks. But when I'm really struggling and my world feels like a hot mess, I know--if I know nothing else--that Margot loves me.

She is happy to see me and wants to snuggle me and thinks I'm the best thing in the history of ever. She gives hugs and grins freely, and it warms my heart every time she kisses my chin her her big sloppy open mouth. Her funny hair and precious dimples and goofy expressions and love of music...I just can't get enough of her sometimes. Given how dark it can seem, I am unspeakably grateful for the light she brings into my life.

Oh my sweet Margolas. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. You are my sunshine.

April 21, 2014

Mila Monday

Amelia: 151 weeks and Margot: 53 weeks

Yesterday they dressed up in their Easter finery and, along with their cousin Cora, got thoroughly soaked by Grandma's new water table toy thing. At one point the bigger girls were dumping full cups of water on Margot's head, much to her delight.

I may just let them spend the entire summer splashing in buckets on the back patio with no clothes on, they seem to enjoy it so.

April 17, 2014

Mila Monday

Yeah, yeah, I know it's Thursday. But on Monday we were on the road, Tuesday we were in the air, and Wednesday we were in the trenches of getting back to reality. This is the first time I've had a chance to sit down and even look at all the photos I took last week. Coming home from vacation is a lot of work!

Amelia: 150 weeks

This smile makes me so happy. I feel like she and I are constantly in a battle of wills lately, and even when we play we end up frustrated with each other. The light in her eyes as she ran around in the sunshine with her cousin was refreshing. Discipline is important, yes, but I need to do more to encourage joy too.

Margot: 52 weeks

This child is a climber! She's not particularly interested in walking yet, but trying to get on top of all the things? Girlfriend is all over it.

April 11, 2014

French Bread Friday

We officially have a new family tradition.

David came home from work one evening and I had nothing prepared for dinner. This actually happens about 50% of the time, but I usually have a plan or, at the very least, ingredients that can be thrown together at the last minute. This time, though, I had nothing. It was Friday, I was maxed out, and if I had to make dinner, we were all having cereal.

Normally we'd go to Cafe Rio or something, but a giant meal didn't sound good to me at all. "All I want to do is eat bread and cheese," I whined.

"Okay," David gamely replied. "Let's go get some bread and cheese."

So we did.

We packed up the girls and drove to Sprouts because they have THE BEST French bread. They also have this little cheese remnants basket filled with smallish bits of fancy cheeses. I love to try new cheese but don't want to commit to a larger chunk (What if it costs me my firstborn but tastes like feet? That's a very real possibility with cheese, you know.) so this system is perfect for me. We chose a couple samples, snagged some produce, and checked out.

It was the best dinner ever. That night as we feasted I decided it needed to be a weekly tradition.

Now every Friday afternoon, the girls and I go to Sprouts for French bread (or a baguette, or both) and cheese. Once we picked up a tub of hummus. Another night we grabbed some turkey from the deli.

Sometimes we get some fresh fruits or vegetables; sometimes we just eat what's already in our fridge. Thus far we've had bell peppers, cucumbers, blackberries, blueberries, strawberries, grapes, artichokes, and sugar snap peas.

We've eaten some delicious smoked Gouda, Edam, Camembert, and an unbelievably smooth triple cream Brie. Mmmmmmmm.

French bread Friday, y'all. It's totally a thing. It's easy, it's cheap, and it feels super fancy. Do it. You will not be sad you did.

April 8, 2014

AZ Blogger Meetup: A Midsummer Night's Dream

This recap is long overdue. (I blame pink eye. And bronchitis. And potty training. And vacation planning. And general day-to-day crazy that frequently keeps me from blogging as often as I want to.) It's been like three weeks since the event and already I'm missing all my bloggy friends, both new and old. I can't wait until we can party it up again.

The evening was perfect. We ate delicious cake (see if you can spot this one that I brought!) and drank flavored water from mason jars. With paper straws. Of course.

There was a photo booth.

Things got a sassy pretty quickly. (Check the signage...that was Lydia's handiwork.)

Alicia || Me || Camille

And everyone showed off their flower crowns and bling. Or, in Chrissy's case, lack thereof. (Ahem, Mr. B: if you like it, etc. etc.)

Deidre || Camille || Cathy || Kymber || Megan || Tausha || Chrissy

Lovely as all the decor and food and activities were, this party was really about the people. They are gloriously weird and creative and inspiring and hilarious and smart and beautiful and kind and I want to keep every single one of them.

Chrissy || Siri || Allie || Hope || Karly || Ali || Jacquie || Kymber

I feel so lucky to be part of this community.

Deidre || Hillary || Saundra || Megan || Kayla

Because good heavens, we have a good time!

Big thanks to Nothing Bundt Cakes for their generous and delicious donations to our party!

Extra big thanks to the hostesses with the mostesses for putting together such a fun evening!

Chrissy || Kayla || Meghan || Camille

The biggest of thanks to David for making me a killer flower crown then happily sending me off sans babies for a much-needed night out. Cake is good, and friends are better, but that husband of mine is my favorite of them all.

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