Some days – many days – I wake up to a very unhappy, wailing baby, then stub my toe in the bathroom, then spill milk all over my freshly washed shirt. And then the day goes on from there like my own personal comedy of errors.
But then there are those (rare) days – the ones I live for – where everything just lines up and the day unfolds with one stroke of luck after the next.
For whatever reason (I wish I knew!), those easy, perfect days seem to happen most when I travel. And we definitely lucked out and got one of those days when we went to Castle in the Clouds. View Post
It’s so funny. While I was pregnant with Tru, I worked so hard to come up with all the important things I’d need to teach him. I made Amazon shopping lists of children’s books. I read about activities and games to help develop a baby’s brain. I researched the best enrichment toys. Then Tru was born and I quickly learned I shouldn’t have worked so hard.
Trevor would be teaching me.
One lesson Tru has taught me well: how much magic there is in the unplanned moments.
To explain, let’s see if I can take you to our first evening in Boothbay Harbor, Maine:
Chris and I are sitting on our hotel room’s white-washed cedar porch, gazing at the most serene ocean I could imagine. The day is clear, but the mid-September breeze is chilly. I hold Trevor tighter and pull my sweatshirt hood over my windblown hair.
It’s our first weekend getaway since Trevor was born last February. Our days have been a blur of sleepless nights, piles of laundry, and endless strolls down the aisles of Babies ‘R’ Us. But now we’re sitting in complete calm, gazing out over a wide expanse of gentle waves.
I’m awed as the tranquil blue sky suddenly explodes into a vivid show-off of pinks and oranges. Pre-baby – with actual time on my hands! – I would have checked weather forecasts and made schedules to precisely plan a moment like this. But with Tru’s endless diapers and feedings and insatiable need to be held, I am pretty much winging this trip.
And I’m learning that’s okay. This moment is even better the way it’s unfolding now, as a complete surprise.
There’s going to be an incredible sunset over the ocean, and the show’s happening right beyond our front porch… View Post
We didn’t make it too far into the dreariest, grayest month of the year – November – before our wanderlust came on as strong as ever.
We thought – especially with it being Trevor’s first Christmas – that we should set our sights on a city that gets really decked out and festive for the holiday season.
We did some Google searches and landed on Quebec City.
Then we did some calculations. The city is about a five-hour drive from Chris’ parents house. Five hours, we figured, would be a difficult drive, but (hopefully!) a doable drive with a 9-month-old.
So we booked our hotel, crossed our fingers, and headed north to Canada! View Post
I remember the very best time to photograph Trevor, and it was when he was about 5 months old.
He was old enough to roll around and hold his head up, but not yet strong enough to crawl. View Post
There’s an important lesson that all new parents must learn, and learn quickly: little ones are very early risers.
They are very early risers for seven days a week, 52 weeks a year, for years on end.
That’s why I’ve had only one dream since Trevor’s first weeks of life.
Just to sleep in.
For even one morning.
To wake up whenever I happen to wake up.
To sit up for a minute and yawn and stretch and then fall back into the pillows, totally relaxed.
To hardly even care if I drift off again for twenty minutes more, because I’m in no hurry and have nothing pressing to do.
I had this opportunity to “sleep in” on many, many weekend mornings before Tru, and I never realized that I was enjoying a wonderful, blissful luxury.
Well, I realize it now.
And it looked like my dream might come true when my parents offered to watch Trevor for a weekend. View Post
Do you know that feeling, when you move into a new place, of just complete and utter overwhelm as you try to figure out how you’re going to tackle each unfamiliar room and somehow make it your own?
So you can finally call it “home?”
When we moved into our new house, I struggled to an ever greater degree because I was also pregnant and feeling mostly tired and unwell.
So my game plan was to tackle just one room at a time.
Of course, I wanted to start with the baby’s room. I knew that would be the most fun to decorate, and (in my mind) it was also the most important room.
My goal was to have it decorated and furnished and feeling complete by the time Trevor was three months old. I knew he’d be sleeping in Chris’s and my bedroom for the first three months, at least.
And I did reach the goal of having Tru’s room completed before he was ready to “move in” and start sleeping in his crib.
But he’s now two, and I haven’t gotten to any of the other rooms yet! With the toddler tornado-level messes he creates, I can’t help but think there’s not any point in bothering yet! View Post
Chris and I had seen the Harmony Barber Shop during prior trips to the Magic Kingdom.
So when we planned Trevor’s first trip to Disney World, we booked an appointment there. We thought it would be a unique and fun way to celebrate the milestone of his first professional haircut. View Post