Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Sweet P: 3 Months Old

We won't know her official weight until next Monday, but I'm going to guess that she is 14 lbs. She has gained 2.5 lbs. at each of her last two appointments! (Updated 6/1: She is 13 lbs., 2.5 oz.)

I'm going to guess 25 inches long. (Updated 6/1: She is 24 inches long.)

  • It seems like she skipped an entire size of clothing. Just a few weeks ago, I busted out her 3 and 3-6 month clothes. They didn't last long! I tried to fit her into three different outfits, and they were too small already! She has a few 3-6 month onesies that are still doing the trick, but as of two days ago, her 6 month clothes are in rotation.
  • Press has become quite talkative in the last five weeks or so. She mimicks sounds, hums with different inflections, and has developed a very specific babble and facial expression that we now identify as "I'm going to start crying in 3-5 minutes if you don't pick me up." I appreciate the advance notice. ;)
  • All she wants to do these days in stand up. She can't crawl, but by golly, let the girl stand! Every time I want her to sit on my lap or sit in the bath tub, she straightens her legs.
  • Her hair sprout is growing longer, but like her, it's still standing!
  • She is becoming so self-aware. She stares at her feet when she kicks, and she intently watches her hands when she sits in her bouncy chair or lays in her crib. I loooove watching her twiddle her fingers and hearing her babble to herself! She does it most mornings until I peek over the edge of the bed and say "good morning" to her.
  • She is smitten with her dad! He can get a smile out of her so quickly. When I rock her at night, she'll stare at him as her eyelids get heavy. One night we were all on the couch together, and I said, "Is Dada your pal? Is Dada your best friend?" He smiled at her, and she gave the biggest grin. It is so magical seeing them together. (Yes, I said magical. Motherhood makes one extremely mushy.)
  • She is up one or two times at night but usually back to sleep within 20 minutes. I count my lucky stars, because I know many moms who lose/lost a lot more sleep than that!
  • She sucks on her fingers a lot, and we're wondering if teething will soon be upon us. God bless our souls.

She is a happy, fairly easy-going little lady so far. We can't get enough of her -- her eyes, her sounds, her sprout, her toes, her belly. When we talk about everything we love about her, my husband simply says, "We win." I agree!

Past updates:
1 Month Old
2 Months Old

Monday, May 18, 2015

Hashtag Real Talk (aka #MomFails aka Things That I Can Finally Tell You and Laugh About)

I've made it a point to photograph Presley frequently, because she changes and grows so quickly. We have so many fantastic photos of her, but we also have a few photo shoot fails. One minute, I'm clicking away as she stares perfectly into the lens; the next, she face-plants. The crazy part is that she didn't even seem to care. She laid there calmly like "Oh, this looks different." I laughed so hard! Go ahead. Judge me.

As I was putting on deodorant after a shower one night, I thought, "Did I put on deodorant yesterday?" I realized I hadn't. So... ten points for my deodorant.

I still use the Bella Band with my dress pants for work, because there isn't enough Crisco in the world to squeeze me back into them. Last week I whipped out the maternity dress pants again, because 1) they're basically sweatpants disguised as work attire and 2) no one would know but me and 3) I DO WHAT I WANT.

Wanting to fit back into my wardrobe didn't stop me from scarfing down the homemade Mother's Day eclair cake which is pure sugar. I was four bites away from finishing when I knew I'd fall victim to a sugar crash later, but I did it anyway. Basically, it's probably regular weight, not baby weight, that I'm carrying.

In an effort to not interrupt my viewing of a Modern Family marathon on TV, I grabbed my breast pump from the dining room table and set up shop on the family room floor. I told myself over and over to be careful about what I was doing so that I wouldn't spill anything, and then guess what? I spilled breast milk on the carpet. I don't know if it was the fatigue or newly acquired "roll with it" mommy philosophy, but I didn't even bat an eye. I calmly cleaned it up without my husband even noticing what happened.

You know what wasn't calm? Me when Presley was three weeks old and screaming in my face after a night of nearly no sleep, and I was the most pathetic puddle of feelings, and I whispered to her, "Why don't you like me?" I can't make this up, people. I actually asked her why she didn't like me! Oh, Lindsay of Several Weeks Ago, you were so pitiful. ;)

When Presley was a few days old, I put her onesie on backwards... and I didn't notice for several hours. It was the first time I claimed "mommy brain" and totally meant it. I wondered if my husband and parents were silently judging me, and then I was like, "Yeah, whatever. I just birthed a small human being which means I just earned, like, 500 free passes."

I have breastfeeding and pumping down to a science now, but the daredevil in me tested the limit recently. I was home all day, so I said, "Screw you, breast pump. I'm not using you today." The breast pump got the last laugh, because as I brushed my teeth that night, my left boob sprang a leak... like Old Faithful. Unbeknownst to me, milk had been accumulating under my silicone nursing pad. I shall not skip future pumping sessions.

I ate pizza while holding a sleeping Presley, and I dropped tomato and olive on her. Considering she spits up on me on the daily, this only seems fair.


The photo outtake above was taken four weeks ago. Here is that photo's better half:

Blanket by iviebaby // Monogrammed onesie gifted by Houston blogger-turned-business-owner friend Kristen

I get all heart-eyes over that photo of her!

Monday, May 11, 2015

My First Mother's Day

My first Mother's Day couldn't have had a better start. Presley slept for seven straight hours, awoke at 5:00 AM, and was back to sleep in 13 minutes. At 8:30 AM I heard her stirring, and when I looked over at her, I saw that she wasn't fussing. She was staring at the ceiling fan, smiling, and cooing. I thought, "Happy Mother's Day, indeed!"

We kept things very low-key. I get so exhausted during the work week, and I don't know how I would survive without a nap on the weekend and major down time with my people. After a three-hour nap on Saturday and a night of good sleep, I felt fresh and happy and ready to take on the day. Between loads of laundry, ironing, and getting things ready for the week, I smothered her with kisses and snuggles. (I'm renaming the holiday Smother's Day.)

She loves "standing" now. She stretches her legs every time she is picked up, so I'm constantly instructing her to "bend at the waist, so I can hold you, please." The poor thing doesn't realize she'll need to crawl before she walks. She showed off in front of her Nonna and Grandpa on FaceTime, and of course, they ooooh-ed and ahhhh-ed. This little girl knows how to work a crowd.

She was really late for her nap which usually starts around noon. It wasn't until after S walked into the room with a homemade eclair cake and said "Happy Mother's Day!" that she dozed off. Being that the message on the cake was from Press, I suspect she was waiting to see my reaction before she slept through the rest of the afternoon. ;)

It's cool and crazy that I'll get Mother's Days for the rest of my life. Bring on the sweet cards and sugar overdoses! I'm so lucky to be Presley's mom. It brings me infinite joy (and endless slobber).

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Letters to My Mom and My Daughter for Mother's Day

Taken on 2/27/2015

Dear Mom,

I have loved and appreciated you forever, but it is only now that I'm a mom that I "get it." I understand exactly what it is that you have done for me over the years. It wasn't just that you kept the house clean, drove me to dance lessons, and cooked meals. You made our house a home. You were actively involved in my life. You were the perfect balance of disciplinarian and "cool mom." I now know how hard those things must have been while juggling work, marriage, family and friends, and somehow, you did it with three kids. I know there must have been times that you felt stretched thin, exhausted, and probably underappreciated -- but I fully get it now, and I sooooooo appreciate everything you've ever sacrificed to be the mother that you were and are. I hope I can be a great mother like you. Thank you. I love you.

Your Baby Girl, Linz

Dear Presley Noel,

I thought about my first Mother's Day as I laid in a hospital bed with you on your birthday eleven weeks ago. It seemed so far into the future, and I wondered how much you and I would change and grow by this point. We've come a long way! I am so grateful to be your mommy. For the rest of your life, I hope you will always know how endlessly loved you are. Your dad and I promise you a life of fun and laughter and true love. Thank you for making me a mother. We were perfectly picked for each other.


Monday, May 4, 2015

Morning View


I took these photos two weeks ago. Presley was exactly eight weeks old, and that morning I marveled at how big she was and how quickly she had grown. After feeding the cats, I climbed back into bed and laid there staring at her. (She went back down for a little cat nap a few hours later which is when I had the chance take the photos.)

Being back at work full-time and getting up at night with her has sucked my energy tank nearly dry, so it's easy to get caught up the day-to-day: wake up, work, home, sleep, up with Presley, sleep, up with Presley, sleep, wake up again, etc. Lather, rinse, repeat.

When I become so focused on work deadlines and making sure I time my pump sessions just right and how in the world I'll fit my post-baby body into pre-baby work clothes (because truly, the struggle is real, y'all), I miss all the milliseconds of her baby-ness that are so clearly whizzing by.

Between the blog and her baby books, I try to diligently record all the important milestones and the hum-drum moments that will one day be important memories. But with all the typing, writing and picture snapping (and there is a lot of picture snapping), I still need to remember to put it all to rest sometimes and just rely on my own memory to capture the beauty of being her mom.

Sure, the visual may be hazy decades from now, but I'll have a stronger emotional connection to the memory which will make the storytelling of it so much more meaningful.


Part of me knew from the beginning that this would happen -- that I would one day feel the burden of learning how to be a full-time working mom and realize that "full-time working" is just an adjective and that "mom" is the priority. This is probably why I kiss her every single time I pick her up in the middle of the night and in the morning. I want her to feel love, not my tired arms.

I've started setting my alarm 15 minutes earlier so that I know I'll have those minutes to soak in my morning view, uninterrupted. (Unless she wakes up and interrupts it, of course!)