Wednesday, December 31, 2014

A Christmas Recap and a New Year Party Pooper

I thought I'd try to squeeze in one last blog post before the year end. Plus Maddie woke me up at 5 am and I couldn't fall back asleep and it's now 8:15, and both girls are still asleep so I'm trying to do all the quiet things I can.

My parents visited the week before Christmas. It's always so nice to have them around. There's always a willing set of arms to hold a baby and my mom literally jumps at the chance to change diapers, put them down for naps, whatever.

We shopped. A LOT. I think my mom went a little "I love my grandkids and want to spoil them like crazy!" crazy. And I was her unwilling accomplice. My little sister joined us the last weekend they were here. We took everyone to Apple Hill where we drank hot cider, watched the ducks, ate apple pie, and managed to get a family picture.

Our Christmas was very low-key... Just the four of us at home pretty much being lazy all day. Maddie's new thing is to push her walker right into the tree. I've caught her twice about to chew on the Christmas lights. The first thing Allie opened was a book from my parents. She was so distracted that she didn't want to open any other presents. At least we know we can set the bar low next year...

Christmas Morning 2014

All in all, we had a very relaxing Christmas and plan to do the same for New Year's. The thing is, Brian and I aren't really New Year's celebrators. Even before I met him, I was the loser going to bed at a decent hour because staying up til midnight makes me cranky. One year I joined my roommate and friends at Disneyland and left at 10 p.m. because I was tired. From then on, I decided staying home and getting a good night's sleep is the best way to celebrate.

So our poor children will never know what it's like to stay up and celebrate the New Year and watch the ball drop and any of the other things people do at midnight. They'll think it's just another day off, which is totally fine with me!

Oh and I'll be back later with my resolutions. Considering I met half the resolutions I set last year, I'm feeling pretty good about the new ones.

Friday, December 12, 2014

A few of my favorite things: Piko Shirt

I talked a bit about fashion last week and how I shop for myself based on what looks good on me and feels comfortable and not on what looks good on the model. So I decided to start a series where every once in awhile I'll highlight a find that I've been willing to splurge on because it is so very worth it.

One of the challenges of my post-pregnancy body is that things are just lumpier than they used to be. I'm working on firming things up but in the meantime, I needed something that would flatter my shape but not be clingy. Enter the Piko Shirt from Shop Sosie:

Cozy Long Sleeve Top in Light Grey by Piko

This is not a paid advertisement. I wish! It is just me spreading the news of this wonderful find.

I now have this shirt in a long sleeve green, a short sleeve gray, and the black v-neck is on my Christmas wish list.

It is sooo comfortable and the loose, flowiness hides my slooowwwly shrinking love handles. Plus the sleeves are very fitted so it still somehow flatters my body shape. Not to mention the wide neck shows a bit of clavicle so it doesn't look like a frumpy mom shirt. At any rate, it's a total win in my book. I know it won't fit everyone's body type but it happens to work just fine with mine so it made it to the list!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Disneyland Recap

I forgot to recap our trip to Disneyland/So Cal to see family. It was so much fun... a lot of excitement including a trip to the E.R. and as always, way too short!

Miss "I'm such a professional plane flyer now"

Ryan is actually a month younger than Maddie, believe it or not.

She was speechless when she saw Cinderella. But still managed a great pose and smile.

On her second favorite ride, the carousel. (#1 is Dumbo, of course)

Waiting for Heimlich's Chew Chew Train

Still waiting...

All the good pictures of the kids have my sister in them. She gets to be the cool, fun, single auntie for awhile. 

Allie got to wear her "pretty dress" the second day.

Grandpa and Maddie

My aunt, uncle and cousins joined us the second day

The crazies in the front row

My cousins' kids got balloons but then they fell asleep so Allie got to play with both. She was pretty happy about that...

Silly faces with Uncle Carl

My sister, her husband, and older son.

Sisters with Mom (Victoria lasted 5 minutes holding Maddie in the Ergo)

The big kids got to ride Radiator Racers while Grandma & Grandpa hung out with the littles.

Brian is way more artsy than I even think about being.

Cousins. Atticus is trying to escape the death grip/hand holding.

And... we have fun.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Interviews with Allie

It's crazy that in just a short amount of time, Allie has gone from singular words to stringing together sentences. I thought I'd start a diary of some of the things she says that make me smirk from day to day.

Me: "Allie, time to pee in the toilet."
Allie: "No. I peed in the toilet yesterday."

Allie: (listening to "I wonder" from Sleeping Beauty) "What's this?"
Me: Sleeping Beauty
A: No, it's Cinderella.
Me: I think I would know. It's Sleeping Beauty.
A: No, it's Cinderella.
Me: Fine. You win. It's Cinderella.
A: No, it's Sleeping Beauty.

Me: "Allie, please be gentle around Maddie."
A: *makes a face at Maddie, who giggles in return* "Look. It's happy."

Me: *cleaning her nose out with an aspirator*

*Maddie is fussing in her chair*
A: "It's okay Maddie. It's okay. I've got you."

Literally every single time she goes to the bathroom.
And yes, even in public places like church, or restaurants. She comes back and announces it with such enthusiasm, arms raised up like she's just finished a marathon. It's my own fault, I suppose, for making such a big deal out of it in the first place. Curse you potty training tips on Pinterest!

And a funny incident... Brian was cleaning up from making waffles with Allie, Maddie was asleep on our bed, and I was showering. He heard Allie walk away and realized it was too quiet. He walked back to our room to find Allie holding a very awake Maddie. Actually she wasn't holding her and I'm not sure I can convey the awkwardness of the situation. Just imagine what it would look like if a toddler decided to pick up a sleeping baby. Allie just informed Brian "I hold my baby."

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Old school

So I made the plunge and got a pair of Vans. It was one of my birthday presents. To me.

Just kidding my mama got them for me.

But I did surprise myself with a few birthday presents. I loved them all. 

Anyway, the first time I wore my Vans, I had the thought of "Maybe... I'm too old to be wearing Vans?" Which got me thinking... can you ever be too old for a fashion trend? I've noticed these days that it's popular to wear crop tops with high-waisted shorts (umm... yes, the 90's called and they want their fashion trends back.) Obviously I haven't seen anyone over the age of 30 sporting this look (although I'm sure somewhere in the world, there is) so the question begs... At what point are you too old to be sporting the same trend as the kids half your age?

Not like I'm going to be waltzing around in a crop top anytime soon. I happen to think that a woman's clothing choices should mature as they do so that means you stop shopping at Forever 21 and start shopping at places where the shirts cost more than $5.90 and last longer than 2 weeks. But that's just me.

Which also has me thinking... as I get older, I see the value of spending a little more money on a classic, basic piece that will last me many moons. I also see the value of buying what I like to wear as opposed to what I think looks good on the mannequin. Like v-neck tees. I must have 52 v-neck t-shirts but it's because my go-to uniform on a daily basis is a v-neck tee with leggings. Which are pants, right? Please say yes.

Because if you say leggings aren't pants, then the only pants I own that fit are maternity pants. And we all know that maternity pants, without a giant preggo belly, will have nothing to hold on to. So basically if you say leggings aren't pants, you're condemning me to walk around with my pants continually trying to make a break for it. Or I'll be wearing suspenders. But wait... am I old enough to be wearing suspenders? Don't you have to be at least 70+? Hmm.