I felt like I had burned as many calories as the men I was watching. Play soccer, that is. The day was…exhausting. No nap and constantly on the go. Same for Evelyn. Meltdowns every now and then. Stressing over Evelyn’s fascination with the waterfront and ducks, I couldn’t take my eyes off her for a second. Scarfing down my hawaiian burger, I remember it had pineapple. Taking in the city as the little ones sat still, pushed, we walked realizing, again, how much I’d love to live in the city, any city, one day. It was a busy day, and I loved it.
So often I say no to activities or events because I know it will be such a hassle with Evelyn. But, what is the point of that? Why would I rather sit at home twiddling my thumbs when I can be out, living my life with the people that are important to me? It’s so much more rewarding. Sure, traveling with a toddler is always going to be more work than flying solo, but it is so worth it. Last Sunday I spent all afternoon and evening with almost my whole family as we walked around downtown Baltimore, ate lunch in Federal Hill, and watched Matt play in his pink jersey in honor of breast cancer awareness. Evelyn never sits still at games, I actually got a cramp running around after her, that kid is fast. But it was fun. I loved watching her dance and jump in the seat aisles, plaster her face with cotton candy, play with her cousins, her delight at exploring the Inner Harbor, and the opportunity to have an afternoon out with my family.
Sunday reminded me that I need to get out of my comfort zone more often. Not that hanging out with my family is out of my comfort zone, but that particular day was out of the ordinary. It was outside my normal routine. And change is something that stresses me out, even if it’s the smallest thing as Evelyn missing her nap. I know, that sounds so silly. But if I’m honest, it’s true. Everyone has varying degrees of comfort, and mine stops outside of what is familiar and habitual. Which, to no surprise, can get quite boring. But even more than that, I think I’ve been missing out on relationships and experiences that may be more work, but are so, so worth it in the end.
I’m so happy to have had the opportunity to say “yes!” to something that would tickle my creative bone and get us moving. Below is a sneak peak from today’s session debuting Evelyn, Gwen, and Evie’s modeling careers as they showcased my friend Melanie’s children’s clothing line, Lark. We shot at the Botanical Gardens in DC, a perfect location to further Melanie’s inspiration for her Spring line, “secret garden.” Such beautiful, spirited clothing! Definitely check her out if you have a little girl. More images to come soon!
I feel like I’m about to share a story about my dog, Evelyn being the dog in this scenario. It’s a little gross, so if you’re weak stomached, stop here. If you’re a mom, though, it won’t phase you.
She gets all excited when she’s naked. Runs around in jubilation, free at last! Last night, while changing from her juice stained clothes to her fresh jammies, I let her enjoy her skin for literally two minutes while I put the dirty clothes in the hamper and grabbed her pj’s. She’s prone to pick those exact moments to give the carpet a watering, so I knew I had to be quick. She was standing beside her bin of toys and my slippers when I noticed “the look.” I quickly diapered her and avoided making our brown carpet even browner. Phew, close call, but I diverted disaster. Or so I thought.
I let her run around for awhile, playing and hoping she would finish her business before bed. I went to give her a fresh diaper and surprising, didn’t find much. Still, I didn’t think much of it. We all have false alarms, right? Clothed, diapered, bottle in hands, Daddy whisked her off to bed while I finished cleaning up and getting the table ready for dinner. I spotted my slippers and went to warm my feet and get ready to kick back and relax, excited to catch up on Mad Men season 3. Unfortunately, I had tuned in to Regis and Kelly a few days ago and saw January Jones aka Betty Draper, and pretty much ruined season 4 for myself. I’ll still watch it though, it’s that good. Anyhow, as my mind was wandering like I just demonstrated, I slipped my right foot in and immediately knew where the rest of Evelyn’s blueberry bagel with cream cheese from that morning had gone. Gross. Except, it wasn’t her bagel. Not in it’s original form at least. It was something much, much worse. I don’t think I need to go any further. Let’s just say those slippers had met their match and I was forced to retire them.
Good thing about this, at least she knew to pick a spot and squat! Makes me think potty training might not be too far off, after all. Luckily, I have a spare pair…
I feel like we’ve been in this stage forever. This impossible to take a still picture of you phase! I feel like we’ve been in it as soon as you started walking. The first picture was literally the only one out of probably fifty shots I took where you actually were looking at me. And smiling? No shot. You know exactly how to say cheese! and be all cute, but for some reason you turn it off whenever the camera comes out. You prefer the deer in the headlights look. But, it’s OK, because the point of these is to capture you as you are in whatever stage you are in
In just two months you will be a big sister! I almost can’t believe it. I have tried and tried to get you to understand the baby in mommy’s belly concept, but I’m not sure you quite get it. Either you don’t get it or you just are ignoring the fact that you won’t be queen of the house anymore, you’ll have to share your reign with another little human being. I think this because whenever my shirt is lifted up to show my belly, you immediately and forcefully yank it back down over my belly, as if to cover it will make the fact go away that it’s not just gonna be you anymore. Who knows, I’m pretty sure you’ll fall in love as soon as you see him. In fact, I think you might love him too much, so I’ll be on my watch that your “hugs” don’t actually hurt him!
Of course we can’t wait for Theo to get here, but I’m glad to have these last few weeks with just us. As the weather has been getting a little bit warmer (thank God!) we’ve been going on adventures outside, which usually consist of holding hands while we take walks or trying to chase squirrels and dig in the mud. I’m not sure why I dress you up all cute for our little outings, as you usually end up dirty and covered in some outdoor elements by the end. You love being outside. And I love it too, because it’s bound to make you nice and tired and ready for naptime You’re not a total tomboy though, as you have recently started to love all things princess. If you see a Barbie commercial you are glued and go “Ohhhhhh!” as it’s playing. You do still love your Woody and Buzz, though; I don’t think you’ll ever give those buddies up. You are starting to pick things up out of nowhere; just the other day you were playing with q-tips, trying to stick them in your ears, eat them, etc. when you carefully counted them out, one-two-three! I have no idea where you got this from, but it made me a proud mama You’re talking more and more; my favorite is when you see me or Daddy and go “Hey Buddy!” It’s the cutest.
Ev, pookie, strombolli mistress, Delilah, stinky pants, buddy…those are just some of the names we call you. Some make sense, some are just so random I won’t even bother trying to explain them. But I don’t want to forget them.
As always, I love you so much. Thanks for being my little sidekick