Let’s catch up

HO-LEE COW.  It’s been nearly 3 months since I last wrote.  Too long, I tell you.  Too long.  And since then a lot has happened.  Let’s do a quick round-up of some things, shall we?

I turned 30.  My birthday was wonderful and so far being 30 isn’t filled with dread or regret like I was feeling before.  It’s been really great and I’ve been happier than I have been in a long time. Weeeeeeee!DecemberChristmas was perfect.  New Year’s Eve was fun.  My brother turned 23 which is absolutely bonkers.  We went to a few Trailblazers games (We’re doing great this season!).  I painted the hallway and am finally hanging photos on the walls.  Can you believe we’ve lived here two years and I haven’t hung anything until now?  Yeesh.MaxBikeMax is growing like a weed both in height and milestones.  I’ve got so much to say about him that I’m just going to do a whole post.  Let’s just say he’s very much becoming his own person and the toddler vs. parent power struggle is sometimes more than I bargained for.

I had a scary experience with getting my allergy shots.  I’ve been getting them for a year and a half now and I’ve never had a problem.  Turns out that if forget to refresh your supply of daily antihistamines and start a new bottle of your allergy cocktail, you’re in for a surprise!  The surprise of going into anaphylactic shock!  At first it felt like I was getting a cold.  Scratchy throat, super runny nose, sneezing, coughing.  Then I realized this was all coming on way too quickly and I went back to the hospital.  By the time I got back there I could feel my throat closing up. I received two shots of epinephrine, a truly horrible feeling, and a heavy dose of benadryl.  I was fine, relatively speaking, after that.  I felt like I had been run over by a car.  The next day I was back to normal.  Thankfully.Snow_01Snow_02That next day it started snowing.  And it snowed for three days.  The first two days it was super exciting and really fun to see Max react to it.  Then the cabin fever set in.  I hate feeling trapped and since few people in this city know how to drive in the snow, myself included, everyone stays home.  I did manage to cook a lot of delicious comfort food and wear comfy clothes that I would never wear in public.  Max got sick the second or third day in and was a snotty coughing mess.  Portland weather, let’s keep this snowstorm stuff to minimum, okey dokey?FebruaryNow we’re getting ready to celebrate Max’s 3rd birthday, in Robot style.  His choice.

January marked the five year anniversary of this blog.  Five years!

Aaaaaaand that should catch us up.  I’ll be back soon!


Christmas in Photos

Christmas_01Christmas_02Christmas_03Christmas_04Christmas_05Ours was perfect.  Santa was very good to us this year.  There was little boy who is grasping the idea of Christmas, the cheesiest mashed potatoes ever, naps (for Max and Cameron), and being surrounded by a loving family.  Hope yours was great.

Happy Whatever. We’re so tired.

Here are a few of the scenes from around these parts during this holiday season.
Xmas_03Xmas_02Our tiny vintage pom pom tree is still a big hit.  This guy can’t get enough of it.
Xmas_01We joined Rob’s parents, on a very cold and very rainy night, at their condo on the Willamette to watch the Christmas ships pass by.
Xmas_04We payed a visit to our favorite Santa in town, with Katrina and Ian in tow, and Max wasn’t so into it.  But every kid has a photo crying with Santa, right?  The upset of being forced to sit on Santa’s lap was nothing a little pigeon chasing couldn’t fix though.

We have been very blessed this year with a roof over our heads, our health, and a supportive family that I can’t thank enough.  It’s also been a tough year.  Financially, emotionally, and mentally but we made it through.  This is the time of year where we put all that behind us and celebrate being together, being a family and being grateful for what we have.  And we are, we are sososososo grateful.  We are also tired.2012ChristmasCard_01

10 Months Old

It wasn’t until last night that I realized that today was the 30th.  We’ve been so busy with moving the last few days that I forgot what day it was.  Today my boy is 10 months old.

The last few weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about how quickly the last 10 months have gone.  He’s hardly even a baby anymore.  Except for the whole still being a baby thing……or some sort of evil creature.

Some new things happening in the life of Max: Swim class!  Man, he loves swim class.  I think it’s safe to say that he’s the loudest, and simply the most vocal in class.  Then there’s all the crawling.  This guy is fast, useful as far as cleaning goes.  I don’t sweep nearly as often as I should, but I’m considering attaching Swiffers to him to get the job done.  And let’s not forget the pulling up.  He’s like a little monkey climbing all over everything and getting himself up onto his knees, and as of this very morning getting up on his feet.  He’ll be running away from me screaming in Target in no time.

Last month I mentioned his visit to the pediatrician and how he was concerned about the lack of weight gain in the boy.  Since then I’ve started taking fenugreek, and drinking Mother’s Milk tea (which tastes like 4 day old diapers), both of which have totally worked.  Which is great because Max hated the formula, and goat’s milk we tried giving him.  So, I took him into see the doctor on Thursday, and while he’s gained some weight, he’s still just above the 50th percentile.  He’s eating solid foods like it’s his job, and he still nurses more frequently then most babies his age do, so I know he’s getting the nutrition he needs.  The Dr. mentioned that some babies will do this and it’s just them ‘evening out’.  Basically, he’s fine.  He did gain a little bit in the last month, but he is now hovering just above the 50th percentile, when he’s typically above the 90th.  He’s hitting all the milestones on time, so needless to say we’re not too concerned, and neither is his doctor.  He’s a perfectly healthy, growing monster.

Getting the monthly photo is becoming increasingly difficult.  I’m lucky I got a decent shot to share with you.  

In just two short months he’ll be one year old.  I’m planning a really fabulous party, with a performance by my friends hodge-podge band, crafty-homemade decorations, and a homemade cake.  It’s probably going to be ridiculously huge, and completely over the top for a one year old, but I don’t care.  It’s more for Rob and I for realsies.  It’s like a reward, a ‘Congratulations!  You did it!’ type of thing.  I feel like I should get a friggin’ metal for surviving my first year of parenthood.  But I’ll accept a party instead.

Some thoughts on Christmas

I had this dream, more like an idea, of what I wanted this Christmas to look like.  It was going to be perfect.  When Max and I would get get up in the morning I would bring him out to the tree and his eyes would light up in delight to see all the gifts that had suddenly appeared.  Then he would wake Rob up with his squeals of glee while playing with his new toys.  My mom and brother would come over and we would all have fresh out of the oven cinnamon rolls together while we exchanged gifts.  And we would take the greatest Christmas family portrait ever.

It went no such way.  There were no squeals of glee, or family breakfast.  Max was kind of a pill the whole day, and the cinnamon rolls were more of an afternoon snack instead of breakfast.  And my brother, who I love dearly, was so very very late.  And that family portrait?  Yikes.

In spite of all the imperfections, it was a really nice day.  Mom and I cooked together, and managed to drink every last drop of wine in the house-before dinner.  Max had his ‘Christmas Morning’ after dinner, so he was well rested and not hungry, and all eyes were on him, which is how Christmas will be from now on.  And while our Christmas family portrait didn’t come out as well as I had hoped, it was taken with one of my most favorite presents, my new lens (a Nikon 35mm f/1.8, thanks mom!)!

These are a few of my other favorite things I got:1. A milk glass canister from my brother.  I looooove milk glass.  And I know exactly where I’m going to put this in the Future House!

2. Chicken necklace from Rob.  I saw this when we were at a boutique on SE 28th, off of Burnside.  I told him how much I liked it, and he was a good husband and remembered.

3. This was a pitcher of my Grandma Brown’s.  It came with a handwritten note from her: Clare, this is the little pitcher that belonged to my Grandmother Bradley, Howe.  I would like to have Erin keep it since it would be Great, Great Grandmother to her. Love you, Mom Brown

That one might be my favorite.

I also made a couple of things for gifts, and you can read about and see them here.