"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2013"
Epic poems could be written about those eyelashes.
August 31, 2013
August 24, 2013
33/52
"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2013"
These are moments forever etched in my memory, though a photo doesn't hurt!
August 21, 2013
excerpts from my journal | 02
I'm envious of those women that make motherhood look so easy. Those women who are always so put together and lack bags under their eyes. The ones toting around happy, sleepy babies who don't make a peep while they shop. I'm envious of them, and I also feel an incredible amount of guilt because I'm wishing away these tough, tough weeks and months, but with them go all of the sweet moments that never come back.
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When I think about it, about my time in the hospital, I am kind of sad because I didn't do a good job of documenting it. I didn't do skin on skin the way I wanted to. I didn't even get a photo of my new family of three. I have a lot of regrets in the form of things that I didn't do. I try not to think about it too often because if I do, I fall into a pit of sadness.
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Motherhood has been exactly what I pictured it to be, yet completely opposite at the same time. It's a juggling act, that's for sure. A guessing game. You want so much to be the one in control, but you must accept that for the most part, you aren't. Not in the least. You're pregnant for nine months and then all of a sudden there is this little person latched to you who is one hundred percent reliant on you. And it's a big fucking deal, this motherhood ride. All you can do is hold on and enjoy the ride, and do the best you can to get out safely on the other side.
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Sometimes I feel like becoming a mother means you lose just a little bit of your sanity. It's not just the lack of sleep, or the constant cycle of feeding, changing, playing, napping; it's losing that independent piece of yourself. Suddenly you're lugging around a diaper bag and pushing and stroller and working around nap times as to avoid meltdowns. You're carrying baby wipes, an extra bib and pacifier in your purse just in case. You can't meet your friends for dinner if it's after five pm because you have to be home for baby's bedtime routine at seven-thirty.
Gone are the days that you can do what you want, when you want. You now have a child tethering you to your home (for the most part), that is, until they get a little older. This mom game... I don't know. I honestly think that we all go a little batty.
But god damn is it worth it.
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Somewhere in the midst of all this, I can almost see a fraction of what life might look like. I've come to realize the importance of taking things one day at a time. Otherwise, things have a habit of building up and bowling you over.
Excerpts from my journal, inspired by Ronnie.
August 17, 2013
32/52
"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2013"
Seeing you in Papa's arms just can't be described. I'm so happy we were able to fly to my hometown to spend time with my family and friends.
August 13, 2013
Project Life 2013 | Week 30
Welcome to project life 2013 | week 30 (Jul 22 - Jul 28)
I feel like lately with my spreads I was getting bogged down with trying to be too creative, or incorporate too many seemingly random items. With week 30, I wanted to keep it minimal and clean.
I feel like lately with my spreads I was getting bogged down with trying to be too creative, or incorporate too many seemingly random items. With week 30, I wanted to keep it minimal and clean.
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This week saw the advent of DJ's first taste of watermelon. If I could have somehow included the video of him sucking away at it, I would have, but a picture will have to do. It was, as the embellishment states: unforgettable.
All in all, I was so happy with how it all came together. And, have I mentioned how much I LOVE the midnight kit? I seriously can't get enough of it!
& don't forget to check out how I'm going back and documenting previous years!
Project Life 2013 | Week 30
Welcome to project life 2013 | week 30 (Jul 22 - Jul 28)
I feel like lately with my spreads I was getting bogged down with trying to be too creative, or incorporate too many seemingly random items. With week 30, I wanted to keep it minimal and clean.
I feel like lately with my spreads I was getting bogged down with trying to be too creative, or incorporate too many seemingly random items. With week 30, I wanted to keep it minimal and clean.
full spread:
I wrote either directly onto my photos, or on to strips of card stock that I glued to the borders of the images.
August 10, 2013
31/52
"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2013"
I want to make sure to document you in your own space. Today was the perfect opportunity.
August 5, 2013
Losing the baby weight, and feeling comfortable in my own skin
Before I moved to Las Vegas I was in the best shape of my life. I wasn't eating astonishingly well (though not horribly), but I was working out consistently. I celebrated by purchasing two pairs of Lucky Brand jeans, my ultimate favorite brand. I've never been an expensive jeans person, but they are worth it.
Over the years after moving to the U.S., I watched as one by one the pairs stopped fitting. Instead of fretting, I folded and stored them in hopes that I would fit into them again at some point.
One day, back while I was still pregnant, I turned to my husband and said, "when I lose this baby weight and get to a comfortable weight, I'm going to treat myself to a pair of Lucky Brand Jeans."
Post baby, as soon as I could, I began working out. I was fortunate to have naturally lost quite a bit of the baby weight within the first month, but I had an image in my head of what I should look like. Since then, I have pushed and pulled myself in so many different directions, determined - no, obsessed - with hitting my target weight; where I was before I moved out here.
For weeks now, I have been a mere 3.5 pounds away from that target weight, unable to move any further. At first I was stubbornly upset that I just couldn't shed those last pounds, but then something clicked inside of me. I was playing with DJ on his play mat one morning just after breakfast and I caught a glance of myself in the full-length mirror, and you know what? I was happy with what I saw.
Who cares if I am still three and a half pounds from my pre-Vegas weight? Who cares if I'm not where I thought I should be? Bodies change and grow, and babies change your body.
I'm happy to say that for the first time in two and a half years, I am comfortable in my own skin. And you know what? I treated myself to a pair of Lucky Brand jeans this past weekend, those final three and a half pounds be damned.
August 3, 2013
30/52
"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2013"
It seems impossible how quickly he is growing; each day seems like two weeks.
August 2, 2013
Project Life 2013 | Week 29
I loved this week. It was full of time spent with family, sleepovers and a baby free night with the hubby. I love how it all came together this week. After a few weeks of boring, thrown-together-without-really- planning spreads, I'm loving this one.
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