happy, happy seven months!

My baby boy is not perfect, by any means. 

It would be boring if he was. 

For example, now he makes this "stink face" about five hundred times a day...

He has uber-sensitive skin.  The other day I tickled his nose with my {I thought was clean} powder makeup brush, and his nose and area surrounding broke out into a dry, scaly rash.  Any accidental scratches look like he's been knifed.  If he so much as bumps his head on a door {that he is trying to open and shut!} a huge red circle appears on his forehead and lasts for the entire day.

He hates getting dressed.  The boy would stay naked all day...but I tell him that until he has his own house he can't sit around in his undies, er, diaper all day.   So I endure the tortured screams of protest when I try to put his arms through the armholes of his shirts.   I actually find the screams pretty funny.   In turn, he finds it hilarious when I make "po-po" siren noises and announce "naked baby alert!"

He still doesn't sleep through the night.  I have beautiful mama friends whose babies somehow slept through the night since eight weeks.   But Cormac, he still likes to awake after four hours for a bottle.  Sometimes even twice!

Okay, that is it.  That is all I can think of to "complain" about.  Life with Baby is good.

He is crawling now -- so fun!  He prefers to crawl to the following things:  my laptop, vents, doors, towers of blocks that I stack over and over, and, of course water bottles.   Oh, and he loves my toenails, especially when painted bright colors.

He still weighs around 18.5 pounds  - when I had to buy a new size in diapers I nearly wept.  Is that weird?

Still no teeth...but various nights where he {and we} were miserable with teething.

Favorite food is green beans.  Least favorite?  Bananas.

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I will forever remember this photo shoot as 'the one where you had a red, runny nose and just looked plain sick.'  

Luckily, I eventually got a few smiles out. :)

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Whoa...just realized how much his hair has grown in the last couple months.  

I'm never cutting it!

{says the neurotic new mama}

Happy monday, my blog loves!

g

14 days of loves: day 14 {my valentine}

No dinner.  No chocolate.  No flowers.

Better.

Spa Day!

We drove 2 hours to drop the babe off at his Mimi's house, so we could enjoy our daytime Valentine's Date.  Here is me, makeup-free in my sweats, all ready to bliss out:

 Started the morning off right relaxing together with a latte and sweet vday treats!

 I read my book, and Hubby got a paper and did the crossword.  We did this a lot in our former, pre-baby life together. :)

Then it was off to the spa.

Doesn't that sound swanky?

As if we have spa days a lot {we don't.}

Hubby booked us both two services each.

And although we spent the next three hours apart...

it was heavenly.

I took a waterfall shower, 

sat in the sauna,

sipped 'calm' tea,

had a foot scrub,

full-body massage,

more tea,

then pedicure.

Anytime I was asked if I'd like something...sample of lip balm...blue oil on my neck...more tea...

I said:  Don't mind if I do.

Pure zen awesomeness.

Only weird part...this awkward conversation with my masseuse:

Her: When was your last massage?

Me:  Ummmm...seriously I can't remember.

Her: *look of pity* 

Me: Maybe three years ago?

Her: Any recent surgeries or health issues?

Me: Nope. Unless you count having a baby.  If so, then yes.

Her: *uncomfortable stare*

Me: *uncomfortable laugh* 

Her: Any particular area you want me to concentrate on?

Me: Um...pretty much anywhere.  Everywhere. It all needs help!

After another odd look from her

{note to self: don't try to joke around with massage therapists}

 the awkward question/answer period ended, 

and the AMAZING massage ensued.

So, so nice.

Then, famished, we had a late lunch of

sushi and, of course, wine. 

Was a nice change-up from our typical Valentine's dates, before Baby came along.  Much needed rejuvenation for this mama.  And much-appreciated romantic date-time for both of us.

Thank you, Hubby, for loving me so much.  Every day.

g

14 days of loves: day 13 {runaway bunny}

My valentine's gift to Cormac. 

{for his true love should be the written word, right?}

'If you are a gardener and find me,' said the little bunny, 'then I will become a bird and fly away from you.'  

 If you become a bird and fly away from me,' said his mother, 'then I will be a tree that you come home to.'

Yet another children's book to make a mama cry...

these books should come with warnings.

g

14 days of loves: day 12 {the fauxhawk}

Hmmm...

...not really enough hair to rock this fabulous look...

...but at least we tried.  

:)

g

14 days of loves: day 11 {girl babies!}

I have a 'boy baby'...but that doesn't mean I don't love 'girl babies.'

My SIL Jen is having a girl!!!!!  We were so excited to find out last week that there will be a girl baby on Hubby's side of the family.

Little girls are so sweet...have such adorable clothes...sweet, princessy rooms...

I am pretty positive I will never have a girl.  We plan on having one or two more babies...but I am quite convinced they will be boys.  I feel like I was born to be a "boy mama."  I don't mind that boys get dirty, yell, and are physical.  I thought I would looooove baby clothes...but I hardly have had to buy any, and would be totally fine having Baby 2 wear all Cormac's hand-me-downs.  Getting him dressed is not one of my favorite parts of our day together.

I am anticipating a houseful of sports-watching, logical boys.  I envision dirt-covered faces,  adventuring, camping trips, and lots of skinned knees.  Of course, I was a 'girl baby' and I had/did all of these things!

If I am blessed with a girl...of course I will love her endlessly!  I will relish all the girlie things and hopefully raise a strong, smart, down-to-earth girl.

I just have a feeling God put me here to raise boys.  Is that so weird?

Doesn't mean I don't love when other wonderful women in my life have girls....
like my beautiful older Sis.  Her "baby girl" Isabel was my very first niece and probably the most beautiful baby ever....

Then there is my niece Ella...who has the biggest smile and personality a sweet girl can have!

Girl babies are incredibly sweet...

My first ever niece is born!  Probably my first time even holding a baby {at age 24!}

Hubby and Isabel on her first visit to Ohio!

"Gimme five!"  I would be sure to raise a tomboy.

First time holding Ella...so tiny and precious!

I am excited for another girl baby to snuggle!  

I know that Jen will be a lovely 'girl mama.' She will dress her in sweet, dainty dresses and she will be a perfect little angel.  

Hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's Day!

I'll share mine...whenever I finally catch up with these 'love' posts.

Is it okay to blame the baby?  ;)

g

14 days of loves: day 10 {pizza...with goat cheese}

I've had other foodie-types poo-poo me for my love of pizza.  And I'm totally okay with that.  Pizza might be the most perfect food.  Ever.  The only meal I could eat once a week.  Every week.

I won't even be pretentious.  I love regular, old pizza -- with thick crust, red sauce, mozzarella cheese.  It can be delivery.  It can be DiGiorno.  Whatever.  Hubby and I enjoy a night of pizza every week.

However, there are some fancier, healthy versions that are divine.

I tried this pear and arugula version last week and got positively weak in the knees.  Might have something to do with the fact that it has goat cheese on it....

Found the recipe on one of my favorite food blogs -- ValSoCal.

Click {HERE} for her post with the recipe.

Happy Monday!

g

14 days of loves: day 9 {our gray dining room}

Once upon a time, we painted our dining room bright green.

I wrote about it here.

For two and a half years we have enjoyed our vivid dining space...

however, we are soon to list our house for sale

and I had my doubts as to whether any potential buyers would see the beauty in the hue.

In fact, pretty sure it would 

scare most buyers away.

Immediately.

{you need vision people!  it's only paint!}

Anyway, so we painted it.

Um, correction:  Hubby painted it.

{he is an awesome painter!!! we I don't even have to tape anymore!}

Went with Woodlawn Colonial Gray {Valspar}

a color we love so much now we plan

to use it in our new home.

(And by "new" I mean 150 years old.)

Here is the finished product:

Gorgeous gray, right?

I'm also having fun getting packing up all kinds of other things that might deter buyers...such as personal photographs, certain artwork, and raggedy paperback books.  

Oh, and developing an attack plan for hiding all baby items 

whenever we have a showing.

Keeps a mama busy!

As if the crawling kiddo didn't already.

Wanna see him crawl the first time?  Click HERE to see me nearly pee with excitement over this milestone.

:)

Anyone else have a room painted gray that they absolutely love?

g