stupid baby hair bows
September 26, 2011 at 7:35 am | Posted in baby diz, what the weird | 2 Commentsplease forgive me if i offend you. i am not calling your baby stupid. or even your taste for that matter. i also want to have the right to have Hazel maybe, possibly but most likely not wear a hair bow someday.
hear’s my dilemma.
i have a bald baby girl. well, she’s not completly bald. she has some business in the back. but, that is a post for another time.
and this baby girl looks terrible in pink. hooray.
so, she wears a lot of neutrals, like white and brown.
and since she doesn’t wear pink or stupid baby hair bows, people think she is a him.
“how old is he?” they ask.
“SHE is 2 months.”
then, flustered, they make some stupid comment that they couldn’t tell because she was wearing white.
REALLY? because she was wearing white?!
so Hazel has 2 choices. she can go through her baby life mistaken for a boy or look like a expensively wrapped present threw up on her head.
image from {posh little tutus}
sharing our story
September 22, 2011 at 10:19 am | Posted in ashdizzles, baby diz, blogging | Leave a commenttoday our story was featured on the lovely spearmint baby blog!
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initial issues :: smells like bacon
September 21, 2011 at 4:28 pm | Posted in ashdizzles, baby diz | Leave a commentand i am not talking about timing people.
jasen and i worked hazel’s initals up and down, left and right, backwards, forwards and upside down. we wrote them on our hallway chalkboard wall, so that we would walk by them several dozen times before we truly had to commit to the name.
i mean, we really thought about it.
then, while placing an order for our monogramed christmas stockings, i realized a slight oversight.
you know how monograms go, right?
first initial. last name. middle initial.
you know what hazel’s monogramed initials are?
H.A.M.
welcome to the non-kosher household.
she’ll have a sense of humor about it, right?
{images taken by H & Co. Photographers and Wedding Films}
(almost) 2 months in…my baby “stuff” review.
September 20, 2011 at 2:13 pm | Posted in baby diz | 1 Commentfirst, i need to address the overwhelming response about losing. i want to thank everyone for the support through comments, messages, emails, texts and the like. weight is a very passionate subject for women. no doubt. i truly have the most incredible support system around me who make me feel like a million bucks. however…i do need to further explain myself on a few things:
1. i honestly do not care what i weigh. i don’t. i made a deal with myself a long time ago that a number can not dictate how i feel about myself. with all the weightlifting and running i do, sometimes the number just doesn’t match the effort. so i am not focused on getting back to that pre-pregnancy number. it’s the truth. i know, with the effort, it will come in time.
2. the biggest problem i am facing is that i have no clothes that fit. none. zip. zero. that is my struggle. i literally wear the same skirt mixed with different maternity shirts, and if i am feeling fancy, maybe i will throw on a pair of maternity jeans. i went shopping for the first time on saturday, and after an hour trying on clothes, i ended up with a shirt.
it’s a start i guess.
3. i forget every struggle when holding my baby. and i remember, it was all worth it.
whew, that’s enough of that.
now that we are almost 2 months in (8 weeks yesterday!), i have a new list of “stuff” i have come to love. here it is, in no particular order:
1. the BOB revolution stoller
i didn’t think i would be able to use this until Hazel grew a little bigger, but i realized i would never get to run when i wanted. it was difficult to sync jasen’s schedule with mine, so i bit the bullet, and with my groupon plus a credit at goores, i decided to splurge and buy the infant seat adapter.
worth it.
see how happy she is after our first ride/run together?
it’s a no joke nursing pillow. i first heard about it on “bethany ever after”, and it’s true, i try to copy parenting tips from a real house wife of whatever city. (while you shake your head in disgust, please know this was also recommended by kaiser.)
i truly love this pillow. i feel lost without it. so what if there is baby spit-up and soy sauce stains on the cover?
it has been loved by the both of us.
3. the puj tub.


i know what you are thinking, who would spend $40 on an infant tub? i would, for the convenience of storage and simplicity and the fact that Hazel LOVES IT! when we are done, i just hang it on the back of the door, out of the way. plus, i used a gift card for it, so i most likely used your money.
win-win!
our pediatrician gave this to me to help with some soreness. enough said.
lastly, well, i will let this video speak for itself.
losing
September 12, 2011 at 2:35 am | Posted in fight the fat | 7 Commentswhen talking about winning these days seems to be the ticket, I can’t help but wish for losing.
fat that is.
as I am quasi-awake at 2:30 am feeding my baby, I decide to check my email. included in it is a series of pictures of me at a friend’s party on Saturday night.
all I can say is wow.
wow.
weight is a difficult reality. yes, I had a baby 7 weeks ago. but, it’s still challenging to look in the mirror and not recognize yourself, go into your closet and have nothing fit right, and have people tell you “how great you look” and be left wondering if they are lying to you.
yes, they’re lying to you.
this weekend I was pulling things out of my closet realizing there are things in there which will never fit again.
never again.
on Friday before the party, I went to go look for something to wear for our anniversary dinner. you know what I ended up with? a maternity dress. then, I wore it again on Saturday night.
a maternity dress. 7 weeks postpartum. actually, I wear maternity clothes everyday. because that’s what fits. I have known better than to try on my jeans. I pull on shirts, thinking that’s a safe bet, and I can’t get it over my giant melons.
it’s quite sad really.
did i mention that I don’t have anything that fits? and the last thing I want to do is go shopping. then there is school picture day this week.
hooray.
no one really tells you about how to prepare yourself for the gumby-type body aftermath. yes, I knew weight gain was inevitable, I even welcomed it, but I wasn’t fully aware of what I would feel like. “if you breastfeed, the weight will just fall off” people say.
who are these people? where do they live? is their body providing magical milk? where can I get some?
it doesn’t help that I had just run a marathon before getting pregnant. and it also doesn’t help me to hear that you left the hospital in your skinny jeans, ten pounds lighter then when you came into the hospital.
unless you would like a swift kick to your baby maker. then you will be wishing you had some extra padding like me.
I don’t want it to be one of those posts about a girl complaining about her weight. (too late, right?) but this is my reality. I can embrace the fact that it took 9 months to put on the weight, it will take just as long, if not longer, to get rid of it. they worn you about no dieting or aggressive workouts in fear you will lose your milk supply. and I don’t think 5 minutes of skinny time is worth not being able to provide food for my baby.
so in the meantime. keep your cameras away from me. and pass the cake.
(I was going to show you the picture which sparked my annoying girl rant, but it’s gone. gone to a trash can far, far, far away. so, I will leave you with skinner times. 10.10.10. and a picture of my adorable baby who makes being a fatty mommy all worth it.)
one month
September 2, 2011 at 2:39 pm | Posted in baby diz | 3 Commentsi think this pretty much sums up our first month. why didn’t anyone worn us about the crying?
i kid, i kid.
she isn’t always crying. just when she is awake.
we used sticky bellies for the photos, and it looks like they have different designs and stickers for pregnancy as well. i can officially say, “well, they didn’t have that when i was pregnant!”
to celebrate being an experienced mother of 5 weeks, there are a few things i would like to share.
1. you can never get enough head, face and lip kisses from your baby.
i mean, seriously. if you are around, and want to hold hazel, you may have to watch for the land mine of saliva dripping through her hair.
2. no babies are created equal.
not that my baby is better than another (but she is), but babies are different. and moms are different. and parenting styles are different. what works for the goose may not work for the gander. wait, is that the right analogy? what works for one may not work for other. i thought many things pre- baby about what i thought i would/wouldn’t do, but things change once you are left alone with the baby dinosaur who only wants to eat and eat and eat and eat.
and eat and eat and eat.
3. people will give your their opinion whether you ask or not.
like i said before, we are doing things different than expected. however, i am afraid to share “what we do” in fear of someone’s extreme opinion. so if you hear me say, “well, i am glad that works for you”, then run away from me. because you have annoyed me with your unwelcome advice, and you are 13 seconds away from a punch in the stomach.
4. babies poop a lot.
at least mine does. we are planning on cloth diapering, but our baby’s bum is still too small to fit them. we have really loved the seventh generation brand, but it is amazing how quickly we go through a package.
5. the baby swing is worth the investment.
we really tried to only buy what we thought we would use, and decided to wait on other things. our sweet baby loves to be held. call it spoiled if you want, but this baby girl will only be this small for a short time. we want to take advantage of every moment. well, until we have to shower, use the bathroom, make the bed, wash dishes, write thank you notes…just to name a few. we’ve tried the baby Bjorn, which usually works. however, my little space heater causes a terrible amount of back sweat. but do love it. especially with the adorable cover from my little roo. we don’t have the soft all organic cotton bjorn, but the hand-me-down version is just as lovely…because it was free!
i realize that i started this paragraph talking about one product and ended discussing another. sorry about that. i am just really passionate about products that have made parenthood a little easier. so, back to the swing. my mom told me a few times, “you should get a swing” and i blew her off. i don’t know why. the other day, after having a very long day of holding baby t-rex, i had enough. when jasen came home from work, i told him (not asked him) i’m getting a swing. i didn’t have time to check craigslist or read reviews.
i was desperate.
so, armed with a couple of target gift cards, i came home with this:
meet our life savor swing-by-me swing. it is cute with its little owls. i wanted a different one…but this one was half the price. let’s see if it holds up. baby girl has been in it for 2+ hours this morning asleep.
HALLELUJAH!
so, we are off and running into parenthood. we are exausted and worn out and totally in love. we love her sighs and squeaks and baby dinosaur noises. how could you not be? just look at this face!
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