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What about the onesies?

Friends, I need your help!  I just realized that I don't have a plan for BP3-0's first year onesie photos and I'm at a total loss! For those of you who are new to my blog and have no idea what I'm talking about, let me fill you in.

When I was pregnant with K, I decided I wanted to do something fun to document her first year earthside. Lucky for me, the fabulous Petersik family over at Young House Love had a new baby of their own and were in the middle of conducting an awesome first year photo project. I was inspired by their brilliant idea (read: completely stole their idea) and started stocking up on 52 yards of colorful fabric. Well, technically 49 because I ended up using a blanket, a bedspread, and a beach towel (oh my) for three of the photos... but I digress. The plan was to dress K up in a white onesie and take her picture on a different fabric each week. Then I'd doctor the photo by adding the current week to her onesie. Yes, it was a big project that took a lot more discipline that I thought (remembering to take a photo every week with a clean white onesie, clean baby, and ironed fabric) but it was so worth it and I love that I have a weekly snapshot of our little bean to celebrate her first year. And because being pregnant makes me nostalgic, here are all 52 photos! 

Adorable, right?

You may also remember that I later took all the fabrics from K's weekly photos and turned them into a big sister quilt. Something I still have to do for HG before BP3-0 arrives! 

So when we found out we were expecting #2 I knew I wanted to do something similar, just maybe not with a weekly photoshoot commitment. I knew trying to remember weekly photos with a toddler in tow would be near impossible (for me) so I decided to do monthly instead. But I also wanted his photos to be slightly different than K's in other ways. So I grabbed some simple gray chevron fabric and made a different colored bowtie for each month. I'd still keep up with the white onesies, sans month 3 when we were at the beach and I forgot to bring one, but watch him grow each month with a fun bowtie instead of varying backdrops! And of course, here's the end result...

So, this is where you come in my friends. I need ideas for BP3-0's first year photos! 

I still want to utilize the white onesies, but am not sure where the different fabrics should come into play. Should I revert back to the changing fabric backdrops? Should I switch accessories? Bows? Mushies? A fabric-covered sign to display the month rather than putting it on the onesie? What do you think? Throw out as many ideas as you can think of! 

Did you do a photo project for your baby's first year? If so, what?

Until next time...

BP3-0: 26 week scoop + WIWS

It's been a while since I gave an update on the bun in my oven (especially since I somehow managed to keep up with weekly and monthly pregnancy updates with the last two) so I figured I may as well share what he/she and I have been up to the last 8 weeks. 

That's right. We still haven't found out our little sweet potato's gender. I was quite proud of myself for making it through our 20 week ultrasound without peeking at the goods. The tech was super speedy when scoping out that general 'area' so it would have been a quick glance anyway. I did have to remind my mother that there was no peeking aloud, which she begrudgingly respected. The rest of the scan was great, however longer than I remember the others being, and baby looked practically perfect (in every way). BP3-0 was a little stubborn in giving us a profile shot but we got some good ones, including a few with his/her hand up by his/her ears (just like big bro) and some impressively long feet (just like big sis). I'm still lacking any kind of gut feeling as to boy or girl and K isn't helping by continuing to switch back and forth on what she thinks I'm having. 

I am happy and greatly relieved to say that I've finally gotten out of the horrible migraine, nausea and extreme food aversion stage. It stuck with me until about 20 weeks so I'm now reveling in the long-awaited feel-good part of pregnancy! I can eat pretty much anything without feeling errpy (except for when I tried to add spinach to my scrambled eggs a few days ago... gag city) and my recent growth, both in weight and bump size, are proof!  At my 24 week check up my midwife kept commenting on how much my belly had grown since last seeing me, and how active baby was as we both watched my belly bounce all around! I measured closer to 26 weeks than 24 which is definitely a shift for me considering my last two pregnancies I consistently measured small. So either this baby will be huge, this baby will come early, or this baby has soaked up all the food I've finally been able to eat and I just need to catch up with myself. We shall see! For now I'm trying to focus a lot more on my nutrition to make up for what I missed in those early months. I'm looking forward to warmer weather (for many reasons) so I can start tossing back some smoothies with hidden greens and protein! 

Another difference in this pregnancy has been the unexpected hip and pelvic pain. I dealt with a little round ligament pain before and some slight discomfort in my hips in the last weeks but nothing like this, so focused on my pelvic bone and hips. It comes and goes and I'm finding relief where I can but as baby grows it's feeling more and more like SPD (Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction). It's making me feel like I'm much further along than I am, and it's messing with my head a little, but I'm happy to endure a little discomfort here and there in place of feeling so sick and gross like before. However the times when it feels like my pelvis is going to break in half are definitely not fun. 

My Braxton Hicks contractions are in full swing and giving me some great opportunities to practice relaxation. They say teachers make the worst students and I've been a prime example of that this time around when it comes to following my own instruction for labor prep. I've been slacking on a lot of my exercises, due in part to the SPD, but am thankful for these little practice contractions to help me get back on track. 

That covers just about everything new with BP3-0! I haven't kept up with my bump photos like I did before (sorry baby #3) but I did realize that I took a 26 week bump pic from both pregnancies so I thought what better way to show my bump off this week than with a little comparison collage?

Oh how tan and youthful (and apparently more focused on framing the picture than on smiling) I was during that first pregnancy. This mama needs some SUNSHINE, stat! Any gender guesses out there? 

And for something a little different I thought I'd join a cute little What I Wore Sunday link up from A Blog For My Mom. I haven't done a link up in forever and probably won't have the discipline to do this every week (maybe!) but yesterday I was finally able to wear a particular sweater dress that has been taunting me from my closet for about 3 weeks now so I thought I'd share finally wearing it to mass. 

 

Me: Since the last few Sunday's have been oddly warm (I am not complaining about warm weather... BRING ON SPRING... ) I haven't been able to wear this beautiful sweater dress from Mossimo Supply Co. It was lent to me by my dear friend Layna (remember her daughter's beautiful birth story) and it's so soft and cozy and pretty. I'm obsessed. I paired it with some black leggings from Motherhood Maternity and suede Timberland boots. 

K: Grey sweater dress is from H&M kids, white tights and boots from Target, Frozen ribbon bow was a gift from our neighbor.

HG: Plaid button-up is from Children's Place but may have been a hand-me-down or consignment find. Red corduroy pants from H&M kids, shoes are Garanimals from WalMart. 

Sorry for no links - everything has shifted over to spring so nothing is listed on the websites anymore. At least I can give credit where it's due!  Feel free to join in next week with the WIWS link up - I'll try to do the same!

Until next time...

 

That time I thought I was busted

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This spring marked 10 years since I graduated high school, which is kind of ridiculous. It definitely doesn't feel like it's been 10 years since I roamed the halls of ol' MHS but when I think of all that's happened since then it seems like a lifetime ago. A lot of my fellow graduates have been discussing a reunion on Facebook which has got me reminiscing about the good old days when I had the attention of all the popular boys (kidding) and permed my hair (not kidding). Naturally pulling all of these memories out of the bat cave of my brain has inspired me to share a story or two, but which tale to tell? I could tell you about the countless hours of dance team and show choir practices, auditioning for a school play by reciting Jerry Seinfeld stand-up, being totally humiliated by my junior prom date (thanks a lot Brad), or fearing for my life when the drivers-ed student I was paired with drove us off the road. I could share stories of decorating the inside of my car with ornaments and tinsel at Christmas, enduring the painfully long walk up to school from the abyss that was the student parking lot, or all the wonderful friendships I made. All are share-worthy, all are special, but there's one high school memory that I've always looked back on with humor, disbelief, and the knowledge that I was totally hardcore in high school. And there's not a bit of sarcasm in that last statement... maybe.

This is the story of that time I thought I was busted. And just for the record, I'm officially admitting to criminal-level activity.

I was a darn good student in high school. Just look at me...

Innocent little thing (outside of the Mardi Gras beads), huh? I did my work, I made great grades, was active in extra curricular activities, and the only reason the principal knew my name (outside of being an all-around awesome guy who was invested in the well-being of all his students) was because he and my dad were college roommates. True story. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that I never skipped class just for fun. No way. Never ever. At least not until my junior year when my bff and I wanted needed to go get the new Hanson CD on its release day. Yes, I said Hanson. Yes, we're both still fans. Yes, you should get on the Hanson train.

We had hashed out a fool-proof plan that included a quick trip to Best Buy to snag the CDs and lunch at a Tropical Smoothie, because smoothies were our Starbucks back in 2004. I would only agree to the excursion if we could go during the period that I had service learning. If you're cocking your head like a puppy wondering what in the world service learning is, it was basically an excuse for upperclassmen to get out of taking an academic class by helping at a local elementary or middle school. I suppose those students who were interested in a future in education used it for experience, but both were acceptable reasons for taking the class. Me? I liked kids, and wanted to fill the last spot on my schedule with something easy fun. I was placed at the elementary school just a quarter of a mile away from my high school in a kindergarten class with Mrs. T. who happened to be a family friend, lovely person, and an extremely talented teacher!  The reason I needed our ditch day to take place during this class was because Mrs. T. was awesome, flexible, and it wasn't like a normal class where the teacher took attendance and docked your grade for an unexcused absence. It was still technically skipping, but went fairly unnoticed. But enough about logistics, back to the crime.

Skipping class for the first time was thrilling, despite constantly worrying we would see a teacher or other faculty member at some point while away from school. But we made it back scott free, enriched with the musical brilliance of Hanson's Underneathjust in time for the last class of the day. It was fitting that my last class was show choir and I was feeling equal parts badass and musically inspired, but we wouldn't be doing any singing that day because we were taking photos. Photos that required me to be dressed in a shiny, black, knee-length dress with rhinestone embellishments. What I was wearing wouldn't normally matter in a story like this, but it's important to note for this next part.

I was still feeling the rush of our successful school skip as my classmates and I lounged around last period taking turns getting our picture taken and awaiting the final bell. With about 30 minutes left until the end of the day, and me feeling totally in the clear, an office aid walked in with a pass. She handed it to our teacher who glanced down to read the name, looked back up to scan the room, locked eyes with me, and stretched her arm out as she said, "Sara, pass to the office".

Holy crap.

Someone saw us.

Someone saw me skipping class.

They are calling me to the office because someone saw us at Best Buy (maybe my government teacher needed an educational DVD?) or Tropical Smoothie (faculty have lunch meetings there, right?) and I'm going to have to look at my dad's old college roommate and tell him that YES, I was a horrible, deceitful, criminal student and I skipped class.

My heart started racing as I took the pass and tried not to look like a deer in headlights despite knowing I was busted. I walked myself, shiny show choir dress and all, to the front office and was promptly directed around the corner to an administrator I'd never met before. She was younger, fashionable, and talking quite vigorously on the phone. One of those looks-sweet-but-is-really-a-hard-ass types. She gestured for me to sit while she finished her conversation...

... and so I waited.

When she was finally finished she looked up at me, apologized for the wait and took a deep breath. Then the following conversation ensued:

Her: Alright, you're probably wondering why you're in here. Me: Yes, ma'am. (shaking in my character shoes) Her: Well, you have been...um...

At this point she trails off and starts shifting through the papers on her desk. Clearly looking for my one way ticket to suspension-ville.

Her: Ah, here it is, sorry about that. You have been nominated by your teachers and coaches to represent Manchester in the Miss Chesterfield County Fair Pageant. Me: *blink* *blink, blink* Oh. Um, I've been what? In the what? Her: *giggling* The Miss Chesterfield County Fair Pageant. Every year teachers are able to nominate two students who exceed in their academics and extra curricular activities, and are positive representations of our school. You and another student have been selected. Congratulations! Me: Well, thank you! That's great. Sounds like... fun. (said with zero enthusiasm due to my inability to process the whole situation)

The rest of the conversation was pretty boring and basically involved me trading information on myself and the administrator trading information on the event. I was still vibrating from thinking I'd been busted for skipping school, and trying desperately to suppress the urge to burst into laughter at the irony of it all, but eventually made my way back to class where I proceeded to tell all of my friends what had happened, including my earlier detention-worthy deed. I got lots of laughs and congrats, and never skipped class again. At least not in high school.

Lesson learned - skipping class in a high school that is home to more than 2,500 students is totally okay because no one ever notices and you might just get invited to be a pageant girl at the end of the day. Just kidding. Stay in (and at) school kids. A more appropriate lesson learned would be that I could never have survived as someone who skipped class on a regular basis because my anxiety level was through the roof!

And because I'm sure you are all dying to know:

Yes, I competed in the pageant. Yes, we danced to Proud to be an American with ridiculous feather boas. Yes, we had to answer an interview question. Yes, I have photos but they are in a storage unit in Georgia. Yes, Jimmy Dean (sausage king) was a judge, and I thought he was made of plastic. No I didn't win.

Until next time...