These two. 💕 (at Chesters By The River)
We made a little friend. #northernengland (at High Trenhouse, Near Malham, Yorkshire Dales)
Happy 8 months, Violet Mae! What a joy it is to be your mama—what a gift you are to us! Thank you for your smiles, your cuddles, and of course, your spunk!
Photography by Grandma DD…more can be seen on her blog here.
Chillin wit ma homegirl. #violetmae #swissviolet #shewantstoshowyouherfavoritebuttcream
A day in the life of Violet[’s mama]. A reader asked me what life is like now that I’m a mom. While each day brings a new set of joys and challenges, this is usually how things unfold. Yes, it’s different and at times seem much less stimulating than my previous profession…but I really wouldn’t have it any other way.
7 am—V wakes up and nurses. She then lays on the bed and makes noises or practices her duck face while I quickly brush my teeth. I come back to retrieve her and put her on the potty. She goes and we clap. She smiles.
7:30 am—V plays on mat while I burn my toast. I hastily spread on butter and jam because she is screaming (she bonked her head again…ah the joys of increased mobility!).
8:30 am—we are out the door in search of cobblestones. I no longer have a gym membership so we walk. A lot. Up hills, down hills, through woods and by the lake. V also skips her morning nap unless her stroller hits some rocky pavement. Voila. A morning walk benefits us both. Sometimes I meet friends, this day we were riding solo.
10 am—find a place to nurse. Try to pretend people staring doesn’t bother me. YES THAT IS A BABY ON MY BOOB.
11 am—hit up the grocery store. Carry bags and stroller down those stairs pictured behind me. Then carry it all up three flights of stairs and try to remember the perks of ‘quaint European living’.
12pm—grab ‘lunch’. Sometimes it’s a swig of water and an apple. On this day it was a rice cracker with peanut butter. I know what you’re thinking…this girl is fancy.
12:30pm-1:30pm—this is the afternoon’s equivalent of the ‘witching hour’. V gets fussy because she’s tired but doesn’t always want to sleep. Goodness if only babies could make logical decisions. SLEEP=CURE FOR WHAT YOU ARE FEELING RIGHT NOW. I usually read ‘The Gruffalo’ five times and sing her twenty songs. She nurses with the sleep sheep sound machine and I put her down in the crib.
1:30-3:30pm—she sleeps—on good days, that is. On this day she did not sleep. But let’s pretend it was a good day. So I then work on things on my list (but some days I throw that list away and sleep…or watch Scandal). I also make her dinner—today was spinach and zucchini with brown rice powder. Yummy.
3:30pm— she’s up and eating her lunch (fruit purée). I nurse her again then we are out the door! On this day we took the bus to the pediatrician then walked back home via the lake and stopped for a little lie down on the grass. If you look closely, you can see a tear on V’s cheek. That walk home was rough (for both of us).
5:30 pm— daddy comes home! Most days Nathan is able to come home at a reasonable time and I’m so grateful. The moment he comes home I feel like I can really relax and kick my feet up (and pour myself a beer).
6 pm— dinner for V. It’s messy. But it’s cute. N usually feeds her while I drink a beer and play words with friends.
6:30pm— bath time. She loves it, and I love eavesdropping—the conversation between V and her daddy are priceless.
7pm— nurse V to sleep while N throws dinner together. It’s really incredible to have such a great partner—this whole parent thing is no joke and requires teamwork.
7:30pm— usually (usually!) v is down and not crying. We open up a bottle of wine and finish making dinner. We catch each other up on our days.
8pm— dinner al fresco. The last few evenings have been warm and light so we’ve eaten out on the balcony.
9pm— we deliberate on whether it’s too late to watch a show. We usually watch two. Can we talk about how GOOD tv is these days?!
10pm— bed. Yes we are those people. I start getting delirious if I go to bed past 10 these days.
There ya go. My life in this season.
Potty training with V. In love with this photo captured by grandma DD @dotchristensen #violetmae #swissviolet
Postpartum hair loss is real people. These little sprouts are growing back and crampin my hairline, yo!