Friday, June 29, 2012

where Preston plays.


I would say where Preston sleeps but you know that sleeping is a sensitive subject around here. I haven't talked about it much on here because he mostly sleeps in our room at night and only naps in his room during the day.  Don't judge.  In January I waved my white flag and decided that Preston could sleep where Preston wanted to sleep because I needed to start sleeping again.  It was a brutal 12 months before my surrender.


 We've already converted Preston's bed to a toddler bed.  We thought he felt caged in and perhaps like he was in jail in his crib, and we felt that's why he would cry and scream when we put him in there. So we took off one side (we're still waiting on the back-ordered converter piece to come in from the company), and guess what ... we were right.  He loves his crib now.  He naps in there during the day (we put a pool noodle on the edge under the fitted sheet to prevent him from rolling out ... thanks pinterest... until the converter comes in).  When he wakes up from his nap he gets up on his own and comes to find us or Rosa.

no, the frames aren't crooked ...
 just appears that way because of my fish eye lens that I'm still learning how to properly use


Paint color is Martin Senour's Linen Weave.  I love how soft and soothing this color is.  Getting ready to paint my master this color also.

I keep his prayer quilts that friends and volunteers made him during and after his open heart surgery on his crib (you can see them draped over the side above).  I cherish those things.  Lots of memories, lots of prayers, lots of thanksgivings are wrapped up in those quilts.

 
my DIY/ Pinot's Palette paintings that I painted with this lovely lady are still hanging in his room

knobs from Anthropologie, chair from Pier One

and the one closet in my house that I'm not ashamed to show you guys.

Linking up again with Kelly's Korner's SUYL series.  Love this link up as it motivated me to get my act together and take recent photos of our little humble abode.



Tuesday, June 26, 2012

God bless texas bbq.



 Mr. Gherkin's always dreamed of adventuring through the Texas Hill Country stopping along the way to eat at all the famous bbq spots.  He and a couple of his friends talked about renting an RV for a week or two and living out that dream.  Along came a baby, though, and that was certainly all pre-baby talk.

While hanging out in the hill country a few weeks ago, though, we decided to forego the pool one overcast and rainy day, venture into Lockhart, and take part in a little bbq sampling.

First up, we ate a little of this and a little of that at the famous Black's Barbecue.

As usual, Preston preferred the beans.

Me, personally, I preferred the ribs.

Next, we hit up Smitty's Meat Market.  This was my favorite of the two, but I will have to say I was a little taken back as we walked through a dark entryway only to enter a smoke-filled room with two large fire pits, soot covering every wall, with the most amazing smell of barbecue ever.  My clothes smelled like Smitty's all day long.
At Smitty's they served the food in sheets of butcher paper.  That was a nice touch over the styrofoam plates at Black's.  It's all in the presentation, people.

We were stuffed after those two places and decided to call it quits for this year. Overall, both places were great, but Smitty's takes the cake for me.

And in the end it’s not the barbecues in your life that count. It’s the life in your barbecues. 
 Abraham Lincoln



Monday, June 25, 2012

Saturday, June 23, 2012

i survived ...


and I think P did too (we are on our way to pick him up now).


My madness of packing his bags.


From the looks of these pictures, he appears to be enjoying his time in the country.


And I hear he expects steak at every meal now. Great. Just great.


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Friday, June 22, 2012

where we eat.


Most of the time we eat at this round table just off the kitchen in our breakfast area.

We rarely eat as a family in our dining room.  More for entertaining, holidays, or for my crafting.  I do love this room, though.




Paint color is Restoration Hardware's Silver Sage in both rooms.  I love how it changes color (silver to grey to blue and/ or green) depending on the light in the room.  

You can see more of where we eat over on Kelly's Show Us Your Life link up.

I hope you friends have a great weekend.  I'm spending my first night (a mere 18ish hours) away from my sweet P tonight.  I'm a bundle of nerves.  I hear it gets easier after the first time.  Wish me lots of wine luck.


Thursday, June 21, 2012

product of the week: the whale bag.

I know I promised I was taking a summer break, but I really wanted to share this bag with you guys. So consider this the product of the summer (no link up though.)

This bag has been in my guest closet for a few months now and I was really wondering if it would prove to be worth it.  It just felt too big and bulky.  Well we just put it to use during our lost pines excursion, and I can now say it was worth every penny.  No buyer's remorse here.
After thinking it would be too bulky, the size turned out to be perfect.   We were even able to sneak in a small cooler, well hidden within the bag, with Preston's milk and a few cervezas for us (sssshdon't tell a soul... we try to abide by the rules.  really, we do but we draw the line at $7 a beer and $10.50 a vodka with grapefruit)
what cooler?  what beer? 
It has 9 easily accessible pockets on the outside and one hidden pocket for valuables on the inside. I can't tell you how convenient that is.  I didn't realize how annoying it was to dig and dig in my old beach bags to finally find the sunscreen or the hotel key five minutes later at the very.bottom.of.the.bag.   All 9 pockets were filled which meant sunscreen, books, magazines, floaties, cell phones, swim diapers, koozies, camera, room key, chapstick, water bottles,  and sunglasses were all in quick reach.
close-up of the pockets
They're available here.  

I purchased one of their slightly irregular bags which sale for a tad bit less, but I honestly have no idea what's not perfect on the bag (so, shhhh, don't tell anyone). 

So there you go.  The perfect beach/pool bag especially for those with kiddos.  Love that it helps me stay organized ... certainly feeds my type A personality.

They also have smaller bags, called Dolphin bags I believe, for those without kids or those who just want a smaller bag.


No compensation was received for this post.  Just a product I love and wanted to share.


Tuesday, June 19, 2012

musically inclined.


No idea where he got it ( neither his pops or I consider ourselves musically inclined).

I hear it's a capricorn thing.


This boy loves music.


He walks up to his music/sound machine, points, and says "sing"  which is code for us to turn on Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star for him.  Then he sings to the music, which comes out as "say, say, say, say" since he can't say the words yet.



Perhaps I'm raising the next Beibs or Buble?
(which means his mommy would be set for retirement)



Monday, June 18, 2012

lost pines : installment 3 (and final)


almost done documenting our trip to Lost Pines, promise. 

1. daddy and preston
2. the whale bag.  there is no better bag for the beach or the pool.  there's a pocket for everything.
2. another pool shot.
3. nap time.  even I took a nap one day and I never take naps.  I know, I know -- not sure I'm human either.
4. preston and mommy.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

shout out to the papa(s) in my life.


Mr. Gherkin (aka Dada) ...

You're quiet when I'm loud.
You're calm when I'm crazy.
You're honest even when it hurts.
You're patient when my last nerve is shot.
Your loyalty is unmatched.
You're one of the best, hands down, and I'm glad you're ours.


Happy father's day, Mr. Gherkin.



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And to our dads and my PawPaw, happy father's day to you three also. We wouldn't be where we are today without you guys. Love you.


Friday, June 15, 2012

where we sleep.

Linking up with Kelly's Korner for SUYL's bedroom edition. I'm not in love with my bedrooms.  The master bedroom is still very much in transition and I change stuff all the time.  I currently looking for different and lighter window treatments.  AND yes, my bed is in front of a window.  gasp, I know!  Functionally the room works well with the bed in front of the window. 
like the boy checking himself out in the mirror and the yellow bucket? they're nice touches, huh?
photo wall that is currently a work in progress.
paint color is Silver Sage from Restoration Hardware (it is not green in real life... not sure what happened in the picture)
The guest room is definitely just a temporary fix until it one day, God willing, becomes Preston's big boy bedroom and his nursery is occupied by a brother or sister.  For now though, it's really just random furniture pieces and old Ikea items thrown together but it works for us for now.
 

Our 3rd bedroom is Preston's nursery and I'll share it later in Kelly's SUYL series.

Have a great weekend, friends!

Thursday, June 14, 2012

lost pines: installment no. 2


We decided to leave the resort on Friday and hit up all the famous BBQ spots in Lockhart, Texas on Friday (that deserves its own post so stay tuned).   It was still cloudy and sprinkling after the BBQ so we decided to head on over to Austin for the rest of the day.  AND I got to see a dear friend from PA school and meet her beautiful daughters that evening.  So glad they were free and could join us for dinner.  (love you, JJ).

preston and Jenn's beautiful daughters
 Did I mention that JJ was a model who now works as a dermatology PA and has flawless skin and hair?
AND did I also mention that I forgot to pack my brush/comb, hair products, and straight iron and that I looked like a total slob for my impromptu reunion with JJ?  Yeah, that totally happened.  Ugh.

Moving on.  Here are a few more of my favorites from last week.
p's first basketball lesson



I adore this picture.  :)
and this one too.

More of Lost Pines: installment no. 1,   2011,   2010


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

what's on my mind: the blues.


Gosh, it's easy to blog about things when all is well and everything is hunky-dory.

I like to talk and blog about the fun things I've done or we've done.  That's fun to see/read, right?

I'll be honest ...  I was an open book on here during my difficult pregnancy, but I often feel a bit guilty about blogging about negative thoughts and feelings on here especially since I know that we're beyond blessed.   I have a roof over my head, a supportive family, a husband that would do anything for me, and a healthy and handsome little dude that I get to love on everyday. 

In trying to stay positive and upbeat on here most of the time I almost feel a little fake and like I'm putting on a facade. Not because I'm not being real (because I believe in keeping it real on here), but because I'm a human being and I make mistakes and I have real emotions ... good and bad, but yet I'm always posting about about the things that are good and look pretty.  We share smiles and tears in this house.  We laugh and we love, but sometimes we snap and we hurt feelings.  

This week for some reason has been extremely difficult for me emotionally.  I think that's partly due to coming home to reality after a few days of rest and relaxation and this.  I always get this way after vacations ...  where I feel down in the dumps after returning home. Anyone else?

But here's what been on my mind lately ...

- I am a bit of a recluse and I don't like it.  It's true.  I kind of stink at developing and maintaining relationships.

- I am a victim of text messaging and often forget to actually dial a number. I hate that. (and apologize to my family and friends)

- I like schedules and really struggle with spontaneity. I wish I lived more by this ... 

 - I spend all day talking to and motivating diabetic patients and sometimes in the evening I just want to veg out, just listen, and not talk.  It's usually the opposite for Mr. Gherkin.  

- I beat myself up over my weight.  It's something I really struggle with but hate talking about.  Someone told me years ago that the more I talk about my weight the fatter I'll appear.  Not sure if that's true or not but I remember her words and try to keep my head high, appear confident, and not talk about it.  I LOVE to eat and I don't particularly care for sweating.  I'm currently reading the Made to Crave devotional and am realizing that some of my intake is purely emotional.  I'm trying to eat less processed foods and stick with the motto if God made it, eat it.

- I worry everyday about whether I'm a good mom.  I hate this one the most.  Every night I reflect on the day and how I did as a mom.  Seems that I always remember the not-so-great moments or the times I lost my patience.  I wish it were easier to focus on the positive moments and why isn't it easier? Most of the time the positives certainly outweigh the negatives.  I mean I did meet his needs that day.  I fed him multiple meals and multiple snacks.  I hugged him and kissed him more times than I can count and loved every minute of it.  I gave him his medication at the three scheduled times.  We shared numerous laughs and smiles.  I gave him the right amount of autonomy during play time.  We sang songs.  We read a book or two.  We took walks and got our vitamin D.  I changed what seems like 27 dirty diapers and was sure to powder his bottom well.  We had fun during bath time and I let him splash a little longer than usual.  We share more hugs and more kisses.  BUT NOOO, it's always that one or two times that my patience was tested that I remember, that I focus on, and that I beat myself up over. 

That leads me to my next point (anyone still reading?) ... 

I was reading a devotion yesterday morning from this book and it included Nehemiah 8:10 ... the joy of  the Lord is my strength

So here's the deal.  I'm a Christian and I love my God.  I will admit that because of Preston my love for the Lord has deepened.  I strive to be a better Christian more now that I ever have before because I get hug my son every day and that God let me be his earthly mommy much longer than the doctors thought possible. 

The devotion went onto say that our enemy attempts to steal our JOY (be that what it may) to rob us of our strength.  Makes sense, huh?  

I spent a relaxing week filled with much JOY with my family and then came home to a week of the blues.  

Loved that I came across that devotion yesterday.  I feel like I have more insight on how and why I feel the way I do sometimes.  Too bad having that insight doesn't just wipe out all those negative thoughts, but it does make it a little easier to bounce back.  


Thanks for letting me share. Hate being a Debbie Downer, but loved getting my thoughts out.