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My little sprout is eight months old! This warrants a mini shoot. In the midst of the bustle of Christmas moving into our new home. He sure is a distraction. But I don't mind catering to his every flinch. Not one bit.
He has a complex range of emotions, this being the pensive one. Absolute genius I tell you.
Agh I love that face sooo much!
Three weeks ago my family left our St. Louis city home and arrived at the rural plains of Wyoming, the home of our childhood.
(2600 Penn Street)
My life has been everything but manicured the last two months. The dust is finally settling and I can breathe a bit easier. While the stress of moving 1200 miles (with a 7 mo old) in a few short weeks was burden enough—there was also the internal processing of leaving the life we knew behind. Moving. Was. Hard.
(The view from our front porch, looking down the street)
In seven years we had built a life and community we loved. I moved to St. Louis just after graduating college. In my twenties—I started my professional career, went from single to married, bought my first home, and became a mother. In the shadow of that famous arch, I grew up.
(One of the gorgeous old mansions just blocks from our house)
Suddenly I have regret. Did I spend enough time with the people there? Could I have made a bigger impact? Will the city miss me? Was my scope of influence too small? Did I take advantage of all the great things that this city had to offer? Did I shop at Target enough? < Actually, yes. Yes to that last one. I shopped there way too much.
(View down the street)
I now have much respect for those that, for whatever reason, have to pick up their lives and move often. It’s a lot of work. And maybe roots go a little deeper each year, making it a little bit harder. But I don’t regret those roots. That city and the time spent there will always be special to me. So many great memories.
And now I look up and see a big sky. A really big sky. Which is fun. I may never have to parallel park again. Also fun. New adventures await, and I embrace them.
Oh how I wished I blogged more! This ball of pudge is clearly no longer a newborn squish. It's true what they say, the days are long but the years (months) are short.
Just shy of four months old, Gunnar loves to smile & giggle. He is so chill and SUCH a chunker. Probably because he loves to eat a lot. I love that he often holds my hand while nursing. His face still melts my heart at every opportunity. Currently he does not enjoy tummy time, rolling over, or naps....I'm holding out that he might some day. Luckily he prefers the potty over his diapers, which should come in handy in the future. He enjoys being worn, shaking his keyring, storytime, walks & exploring the world, making faces at momma & daddy, growling, and being my little photo prop. (As evidenced on my instagram feed)
My days are spent nurturing this little guy. I'm a lucky gal.
You guys, I have NOTHING to blog or instagram except my first born child. Essentially there is nothing else going on in my life. This little creature has been all-consuming since his arrival. I do love him most dearly and very much enjoy our days of snuggling. The biggest adjustment is definitely the amount of attention he requires during his waking hours, and the scrambling to get 40+ things done during his short irregular nap times. Goodbye selfishness, there is no time for you.
breastfeeding, laundry, breastfeeding, and attempting to keep the house from becoming a disaster. Did I mention there is a lot of breastfeeding? Which did NOT come easily or naturally in the beginning. If I'm being honest, at times I've even resented spending 1/4 of my waking hours on this single task. At 7 weeks, I estimate over 150 hours nurturing my little guy. I can't think of anything else in my life that has been given that much dedication. This is a calling that is physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausting. I had no idea.
There are many correlations between the last few weeks of pregnancy and the magnolias blooming. For two glorious weeks you experience many joys like rest, friends, indulgence, and feeling the most put together you'll ever be in your adult life. But yet, you know that every day inches closer to experiencing spring weather. And meeting your first baby for the first time. A new season.
Waiting makes the days feel SO long. Here's to embracing that place called anticipation, where excited & nervous are one in the same.
I'm still here! And still pregnant! Though I'm sure only 3 of you were wondering if my time had come. March offered so little in the large produce department, I chose to combine these last two weeks into the grand finale of watermelon! I wore the same outfit as back in November at 21 weeks, when the bump first began to show. It makes me a little sad! This pregnancy journey for the most part has been really great. I will miss being smug, people being extra extra friendly, and those fun moments with my husband & this new little personality (seeing alien movements, laughing & long discussions, birth class, etc).
Such a trip! I can't wait to see what the next step will be like. My eyes are getting just a bit moist thinking about motherhood and having a son or daughter of my own. I'll definitely be updating my instagram as things begin happening!
You know what is challenging in March? Finding large produce. Like pumpkins. Notta one to be found. Waiting for spring weather is also a challenge (snow appeared again!).
But spring is on it's way. And so is me becoming a mother. How terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Though this little babe seems REAL comfortable, so I'm betting there is another month to wait.
It's the final countdown! (insert theme song from Job's magic show - Arrested Development) Everyone else is probably like, "it's about time—we've been seeing these vegetables forevvvver". It's true. But very soon I'll be able to photograph our home updates, and there are some fun ones!
This little 6.5 lb baby will arrive anytime in the next few weeks! Very excited to meet this little personality!
This week baby O is measuring just over 18" long, about the height of chard. But all curled up in that belly of mine. Still hard to believe. As for styling (background, apparrel, lighting) this is probably my worst week yet! If only we had a little greenery to work with...
Also fun—the game we played this last weekend at my local baby shower—arranging my blog photos in the correct order. There were a few discrepencies on produce sizes....and it did take even me a few trys to get it correctly. Overall though, so personal and fun! I have the bestest of friends.
I hope you all enjoy this new week of extended daylight. Take heart, spring is nigh.