It's Conor's cousin's birthday today! Happy 3rd birthday Anna. We love you and can't wait to see you in just a few months!
Surviving motherhood...sometimes.
Friday, May 14, 2010
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Mother's Day 2010
*I'm thinking of changing the name of my blog. I mean, 'The Walsh Family' is just so original. Conor always says "Didja HEAR dat?" and also "Are you KIDDING me?" which I think sort of represent the whole tone of this here blog. I also thought of something like "Adventures in Domesticity" but that sounds too cutesy or something. Anyway, it might change. It might not. I like to keep y'all on your toes.*
There are some people who love Mother's Day and there are others who hate Mother's Day. I kind of fall in the middle. I mean, its great to sleep in and all, but in reality Conor hasn't yet reached an age where he gets the whole concept of shhhhh, so pretty much as soon as he is up, the rest of the house is up. I also don't really expect any big gifts or tokens of appreciation either. I guess that could be because Morgan does such a great job of making me feel appreaciated on a regular basis that I don't need a day dedicated to even more appreciation.
That being said, I did have a wonderful Mother's Day this year. We began the celebration on Saturday with Morgan fixing me homemade crepes filled with vanilla pudding and topped with fresh strawberries and whipped cream served with coffee in the hand painted coffee mug he and Conor made me last year.
There are some people who love Mother's Day and there are others who hate Mother's Day. I kind of fall in the middle. I mean, its great to sleep in and all, but in reality Conor hasn't yet reached an age where he gets the whole concept of shhhhh, so pretty much as soon as he is up, the rest of the house is up. I also don't really expect any big gifts or tokens of appreciation either. I guess that could be because Morgan does such a great job of making me feel appreaciated on a regular basis that I don't need a day dedicated to even more appreciation.
That being said, I did have a wonderful Mother's Day this year. We began the celebration on Saturday with Morgan fixing me homemade crepes filled with vanilla pudding and topped with fresh strawberries and whipped cream served with coffee in the hand painted coffee mug he and Conor made me last year.
Are you jealous? You should be. These babies were delicious!
Then on actual Mother's Day we went and had breakfast with Mom and Art where I tried, rather unscucesfully, to get a family picture of the three of us and also, a picture of Mom and Kristen and I. We had better luck with the three girls in terms of posing but I could not get us positioned properly in terms of lighting. Apparently, it matters not how great your camera is if you're still a picture taking dud. Seriously, lighting! I can't figure it out!
My husband, the man with no face. My child, Scowl Boy.
MMmmm, better, but he still is shaded. Ooh, he's a Man of Mystery! Also, Conor is not smiling but that seems about right for him.
Well, we look good but Kristen is the only one whose face is clearly visible. Ugh. Try again.
Umm, no.
A Ahh, we look nice.
He's hiding.
Oh, here I am!
Monday, May 10, 2010
Mondays
I think I am in the unique position of actually enjoying Mondays. There are two reasons for this. First, my weekends don't really look that much different from my weekdays. With the exception of Morgan being home, usually Saturdays and Sundays begin and end just as any other day of the week does. So I don't have that wild release and feeling of freedom on the weekends like the M-F 9 to 5-er's do. The second reason is because of Michelle (and Wyatt) and Christy (and Zack).
When I was pregnant with Conor my friend Niki suggested I join the hospital's new mom's group that meets on Thursdays. Its just a big group of women with babies all less than 6 months old who sit around and commiserate about breastfeeding and sleep training and all sort of baby related stuff. Its a really great place to go and just talk about your baby ESPECIALLY if your friends and family are super tired of you talking about baby, baby, baby, BABY!
Anyway, while at the mom's group I met Christy whose son Zack is a week older than Conor and Michelle whose son Wyatt is four days younger than Conor. And, while we started hanging out in a big group, over the last 2+ years we've whittled down to just the three of us and our standing Monday morning date.
Whether we play at our house or their houses or we go to the zoo or swimming or out to lunch, spending each Monday morning with these two wonderful women and their cute-as-can-be boys I cannot think of a better way to start my week.
We laugh with each other, commiserate with each other, and talk each other off various parenting ledges. We support one another when our boys are teething or hitting or on yet another food/bathing/shoe wearing strike. We give kisses and hugs and change diapers and share snacks and laugh, laugh, laugh.
But I think what is best of all is that we all know no matter what our kids do, we will still love and support each other. So even if Wyatt pushes Conor for touching his hair, or Conor hits Michelle for God-only-knows-why or Zack doesn't feel like sharing, it doesn't matter. The next Monday will come around and us three moms will be crawling the walls for adult conversation and we'll pack our bags and head off to see our friends. And come what may, there is no four people I would rather spend my Mondays with.
When I was pregnant with Conor my friend Niki suggested I join the hospital's new mom's group that meets on Thursdays. Its just a big group of women with babies all less than 6 months old who sit around and commiserate about breastfeeding and sleep training and all sort of baby related stuff. Its a really great place to go and just talk about your baby ESPECIALLY if your friends and family are super tired of you talking about baby, baby, baby, BABY!
Anyway, while at the mom's group I met Christy whose son Zack is a week older than Conor and Michelle whose son Wyatt is four days younger than Conor. And, while we started hanging out in a big group, over the last 2+ years we've whittled down to just the three of us and our standing Monday morning date.
Whether we play at our house or their houses or we go to the zoo or swimming or out to lunch, spending each Monday morning with these two wonderful women and their cute-as-can-be boys I cannot think of a better way to start my week.
We laugh with each other, commiserate with each other, and talk each other off various parenting ledges. We support one another when our boys are teething or hitting or on yet another food/bathing/shoe wearing strike. We give kisses and hugs and change diapers and share snacks and laugh, laugh, laugh.
But I think what is best of all is that we all know no matter what our kids do, we will still love and support each other. So even if Wyatt pushes Conor for touching his hair, or Conor hits Michelle for God-only-knows-why or Zack doesn't feel like sharing, it doesn't matter. The next Monday will come around and us three moms will be crawling the walls for adult conversation and we'll pack our bags and head off to see our friends. And come what may, there is no four people I would rather spend my Mondays with.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Diaper Cakes and Other Pregnancy Related Freak Outs
So, I made a diaper cake.
Most of you know that I have one, very small creative bone in my body and it occasionally rears its ugly head and makes me feel bad about myself for not being one of those uber-creative people who can sew and scrapbook and doing otherwise crafty things. So, for Kristen's shower last weekend, I decided to make a diaper cake. If you're not sure what a diaper cake is, please see below.
But, before you do, I need to tell you a story. So, I decide that instead of a gift for the shower I"m going to make this diaper cake. Someone had made me one for me for my shower when we still lived in Arizona and I thought it was the cutest thing ever. So, I Googled "how to make a diaper cake" got my instructions and headed out to get the supplies.
So, I have all my supplies, diapers and ribbon and onesies and little shoes and wash cloths and pacifiers and baby bath soap and a bottle. Now mind you, this was last weekend when I had about a billion school-related things I needed to do but I decided I was going to work on the diaper cake instead. Its the dang creative bone again. So, I meticulously roll up 70-something diapers, secure them with rubber bands and ribbon, fashion a freaking three-tiered cake out of diapers and decorate it with all manner of baby related paraphenilia. And its so stinking cute! But it took me over two hours and I should have been doing homework so I'm already feeling a smidge guilty when I get a text from Walker (co-shower planner). And its a picture message! Of a diaper cake SHE had made! And its like 50 times cuter than mine! I don't know if she sprinkled it with freaking fairy dust but even in the cell phone camera image it looked like it was radiating light and hope and baby genius.
And so, instead of being normal and rational and saying "Oh good, Kristen gets two really cute diaper cakes", I lost my ever loving mind. And cried for an hour. Hmm, 'cried' doesn't really do it justice. I sobbed, first with my head down on the dining room table in prom-queen-who-gets-dumped-at-the-prom style, and then I sat on the (closed) toilet and sobbed into a roll of toilet paper. It was pathetic and embarassing and some small part of my rational brain kept saying "Erin, calm down, this is hormones. Take a deep breath, and pull yourself together." I do not have much patience for tears even (especially) when they are my own. But I was on the hormonal pregnancy roller coaster and there was no getting off.
So, there you have it. An hour long sobfest induced by a diaper cake. Which is actually pretty darn cute when looked at with slightly more objective eyes.
And, oh my goodness those little baby diapers are teeny!
Most of you know that I have one, very small creative bone in my body and it occasionally rears its ugly head and makes me feel bad about myself for not being one of those uber-creative people who can sew and scrapbook and doing otherwise crafty things. So, for Kristen's shower last weekend, I decided to make a diaper cake. If you're not sure what a diaper cake is, please see below.
But, before you do, I need to tell you a story. So, I decide that instead of a gift for the shower I"m going to make this diaper cake. Someone had made me one for me for my shower when we still lived in Arizona and I thought it was the cutest thing ever. So, I Googled "how to make a diaper cake" got my instructions and headed out to get the supplies.
So, I have all my supplies, diapers and ribbon and onesies and little shoes and wash cloths and pacifiers and baby bath soap and a bottle. Now mind you, this was last weekend when I had about a billion school-related things I needed to do but I decided I was going to work on the diaper cake instead. Its the dang creative bone again. So, I meticulously roll up 70-something diapers, secure them with rubber bands and ribbon, fashion a freaking three-tiered cake out of diapers and decorate it with all manner of baby related paraphenilia. And its so stinking cute! But it took me over two hours and I should have been doing homework so I'm already feeling a smidge guilty when I get a text from Walker (co-shower planner). And its a picture message! Of a diaper cake SHE had made! And its like 50 times cuter than mine! I don't know if she sprinkled it with freaking fairy dust but even in the cell phone camera image it looked like it was radiating light and hope and baby genius.
And so, instead of being normal and rational and saying "Oh good, Kristen gets two really cute diaper cakes", I lost my ever loving mind. And cried for an hour. Hmm, 'cried' doesn't really do it justice. I sobbed, first with my head down on the dining room table in prom-queen-who-gets-dumped-at-the-prom style, and then I sat on the (closed) toilet and sobbed into a roll of toilet paper. It was pathetic and embarassing and some small part of my rational brain kept saying "Erin, calm down, this is hormones. Take a deep breath, and pull yourself together." I do not have much patience for tears even (especially) when they are my own. But I was on the hormonal pregnancy roller coaster and there was no getting off.
So, there you have it. An hour long sobfest induced by a diaper cake. Which is actually pretty darn cute when looked at with slightly more objective eyes.
And, oh my goodness those little baby diapers are teeny!
Monday, May 3, 2010
Before I forget
Mushy brain, not blogging much. Also, very busy. But before I forget...Conor and Morgan are in the kitchen talking and OH! SO! CUTE!
They're talking about the Padres being in first place, what fun they had this weekend playing with rockets (when Conor says it it sounds like ruckus) and how much fun it is to cook dinner together. Now Conor is bugging Daddy to play games on the computer with him so I've got to go.
I just had to write this down so I never forget how much I love my two boys.
They're talking about the Padres being in first place, what fun they had this weekend playing with rockets (when Conor says it it sounds like ruckus) and how much fun it is to cook dinner together. Now Conor is bugging Daddy to play games on the computer with him so I've got to go.
I just had to write this down so I never forget how much I love my two boys.
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