Way behind here (story of my life), but J is napping and O is having “quiet time” so I have a few moments to get some new pictures up! Here’s a few shots from her first day of pre-k. She’s back at the same school with her same class and her favorite teachers, so she’s loving life. She asks me every weekend why she can’t be at school. Apparently we’re boring? I’m so happy that she loves school so much. Let’s hope the trend continues!
Just wanted to post a few (okay, a lot) of the newborn photos taken by the fabulous Jennifer Winter – I highly recommend her to anyone in the area! These were all taken when Joseph was just three days old. I can’t believe how tiny he was!
Just got around to going through the pictures I took back on Mother’s Day. My wonderful mom came up for the weekend to visit and meet Joseph for the first time. I actually came down with mastitis a few days beforehand, so it was extra awesome to have here here to entertain Olivia and play countless hours of My Little Pony (sorry about that, mom!).
A few days beforehand, Olivia’s preschool put on a Mother’s Day Tea. Talk about adorable. They sang, presented us with cards and handprint gifts, and we all had snacks together. It was such a special morning with my girl.
The girls: Riley, Olivia, and Abby. Such sweethearts!
Please forgive my terrible video skills.
After all of this sweetness Joseph wished me happy birthday by not napping well and fussing most of the day (he’s continuing the trend as I type this) and Olivia by not listening to Doug or me at all and being a bit of a punk. Just keeping it real. Such is life!
Just a few photos from last weekend’s adventures…
I was totally unprepared for just how chaotic it would actually be, it’s a good thing they let the little kids have a head start or else Olivia would have come home with nothing! As it was she was disappointed with her haul, but then a few nice older kids gave her some extra eggs and all was right in the world.
Sunday we had a lovely Easter dinner with the Perry’s, and then went outside to snap a few photos to document my ever-growing belly. Feelin’ large. I honestly don’t like any of these photos of myself, then again I have a 20 pound basketball strapped to the front of me so I suppose that’s natural!
And that’s the end of probably my most boring post ever. Sorry guys, you get what you get at this point. Next post will hopefully include baby pictures!!!
Well, most of you will be seeing this on your Christmas card, but in case I missed anyone (or addressed your card incorrectly, which is highly likely), we have some BIG news to share!
That’s right, this April the Perry three will become the Perry four. And of course we couldn’t be more excited.
This has been a long journey for us, and maybe someday I’ll share the story, but for now we’re celebrating the good and looking forward to the future and our baby BOY! (Yes, Doug was pretty stoked at the ultrasound). Here he is…
As for this time around, my pregnancy after the obligatory first trimester yuckiness has been remarkably easier than it was with Olivia, and for that I am incredibly thankful. I’m about 20 weeks (5 months) along, so we’re halfway there. I feel like time is flying by and I can only imagine that it will continue to be that way (let’s hope so, at least)! And as for Olivia, she was more than a little disappointed when she found out she wasn’t getting the sister she had hoped for, but she’s coming around. I honestly think she’s pretty stoked on the fact that she won’t have to share her princesses. You know, the important stuff in the life of a three year old.
So bring on the advice on dealing with boys, I’m clearly inexperienced!
The day didn’t start out promising. POURING rain. We’re talking record-breaking rainfall over the past couple of days. Ugh. But miraculously while we were getting ready the rain stopped and by the time we headed out to a neighborhood party the sun was poking thorough and it was 60 degrees and dry – we didn’t even need jackets like we usually do at the end of October. Thank you weather gods.
This year’s costume pick: Aurora, aka Sleeping Beauty. I’m fairly certain that she took inventory of every Disney princess costume we own, figured out the one (literally) that we didn’t have, and decided that was what she wanted to be. So Aurora it was.
Please notice our ghetto-tastic pumpkins. I found these cute sticker kits at Target and thought they’d be perfect since a) she’s way too little to actually safely wield a knife and b) I really didn’t feel like dealing with the gross, stinky process of gutting pumpkins. Unfortunately not only did the stickers not stick at all, she then chose to rearrange them all into something she determined to be more beautiful. So there they are. Lovely.
Other than the pumpkin decorating bust, this year definitely didn’t disappoint. It was the first year she really got into trick-or-treating and was determined to fill her entire pumpkin with candy. Happily for her she succeeded.
This picture is terrible but I had to capture the memory. A few of the older neighborhood girls dressed as princesses and Olivia decided that she most definitely belonged with them and trailed them for as long as she could. The put up with her for a bit but we finally dragged her away under protest when it became clear that they were over being followed everywhere by a 3 year old. Too funny.
All in all, it was an awesome night. And I was SO glad to drop her off at school this morning after a late night on a sugar high followed by an early wake-up call. Thank goodness for preschool. She asked me on the way there if she could trick-or-treat again tonight. Apparently she’s a bit confused on the whole “Halloween comes once a year” concept.
Hope everyone had a great Halloween!
The past couple of weeks we’ve settled into our fall routine: school in the morning, come home for lunch and nap (on a good day!), and then afternoon play outside. I’ve been attempting to capture some of our ordinary moments, things that I want to remember and things that made me smile. They might not be the most exciting things, but they’re the little moments that I’ll treasure as she grows up.
Well, our little girl started preschool this week! She has been beyond excited to go to school since last winter, and has literally been counting down the days for the past few weeks. We chose to send her to a small local preschool that the director runs out of her home and I seriously cannot even begin say enough fabulous things about it. She loved every day of her first week, and is already excited for next Monday. As for me, well I’m not complaining about having a few hours to myself in the morning for the first time in over 3 years! It’s a win-win.
Both Doug and I wanted to drop her off on her first day, and we walked her into the classroom and she literally gave us hugs and said “Bye Mom! Bye Dad!”. Much easier than I had anticipated. The second day she had a bit harder time when I was leaving, but they told me that she didn’t even ask about me once. Pretty sure she’s all settled in!
My favorite part of the day? When all of the moms stand outside for pick-up and you see their excited little faces when they spot mom and get to give hugs and show off whatever lovely art project they created that day. Priceless.
I hear Olivia yelling for me that she’s “all wet”. I walk down to her room and she’s in hysterics, soaking wet and only in a long-sleeve shirt. No pants, no diaper. Hummm, weird. I go to feel her shirt and it’s ltierally like she took a bath. So I peel it off of her, worried that she’s sick and sweaty or something, then the smell of rotten urine hits. Great. So I go over to her bed and realize that she at some point last night (after being put to bed, obviously), she took off her pants and diaper, went to bed, and then in the middle of the night peed all over everything. Mattress pad, fitted sheet, flat sheet, duvet, comforter, blankies and pillows. Excellent start to the day.
5:30 am -
Bath. Followed by five loads of laundry and a cleaning/scrubbing of her bedroom and bathroom.
8:30 am -
She tells me that she has to go potty so I put her on there and go into her room to put her now clean sheets back onto her bed. Then she runs in and tells me that there’s water everywhere. Somehow she had overflowed the toilet. All over the bathroom that I just cleaned. Great. Day’s improving already.
9:30 am -
Off to the mall to kill some time with an overtired, cranky child. She’s happily chilling in her stroller, legs in the air all relaxed. I notice a few people looking strangely at me but just figure it’s because she’s sitting like a monkey and singing to herself. Then she shifts positions several stores later and I look down to realize that she, at some point in the morning, took off her underwear and has spent the last 30 minutes exposing her lady parts for all to see. Classy. So we head into the nearest kids clothing store and spend a whopping $7 for ONE pair of underwear. She runs away from with one shoe on and the other off yelling “NO” at the top of her lungs because of course she doesn’t want to wear underwear. I therefore get the joy of chasing her down in the middle of the mall and putting her underwear on while she screams bloody murder, so of course everyone in a fifty yard radius is looking at us. Proud parenting moment.
Epic parking lot meltdown because she doesn’t want to get in the car.
11:10 am -
Epic garage meltdown because, of course, now she doens’t want to get out of the car. I can’t win.
11:45 am -
Quesadilla and some play. Then she looks at me and informs me that she has pooped. In the darn overpriced $7 underwear I had JUST bought her two hours ago. Winning.
12:00 pm -
I’ve made it until noon without killing her! Victory! Naptime. Better be a long one. Like until tomorrow.
Motherhood. Ain’t it glamorous?
I need to fund a way to staple her underwear/diaper to her butt.