We don’t really get winter here in Austin. We’ve had one “ice day” this year causing all schools to close, despite the fact that there actually was no ice, just below freezing temps. Regardless of how tame our “winter” is we’re not used to it lasting this long. What most parts of this country consider shorts weather, when the temperature doesn’t reach above 60 we keep our jackets on. I however, am not complaining. I long to live where it snows and can wear sweaters more often than not. There’s something magical about cold cloudy days and it makes me happier than the sunniest summer day. Doiron and I have been taking great advantage, jumping in puddles, cuddling by the fire, and taking drives in the country allowing Doiron to dictate which way we turn. Soon enough the hot days of summer will arrive and we’ll find pleasure in wearing the least amount of clothes socially acceptable and swimming in the lake until the sun sets. For now, I’m pretending I live at hogwarts and that a change is brewing with each cloud that passes.
My family purchased a used pop up camper a few weeks ago . . . my mom and I have dreams of turning it into our gypsy trailer. We haven’t done any renovations to it yet, but a few good coupons and sales at World Market plus some fantastic finds at Goodwill, made it quite cute and comfy for our first excursion, and Doiron’s very first camping trip. My absolute favorite childhood memories are of camping with my family and it makes me down right giddy to think of the memories we will be forming with Doiron and future bebes to come! Pictures are worth a thousand words so I’ll let them do the talking, à le camping et l’aventure!
We had our first clothing tantrum this week. When D put on his snazzy new car shirt he was very excited, he figured nothing goes better with a car shirt than car pants, right? Lightning. McQueen. Pajama. Car Pants. I compromised by letting him hold the pants while we put on his jeans, he was still dissatisfied but dealt. Just a small dose of what I dished out to my mom for 5+ years arguing every morning to wear my leotards and tights to school . . . I might be the only second grader you know who repeatedly had the teacher telling them to put their clothes back on, as I would casually unbutton my denim shirt to reveal the swimsuit I snuck under my agreed upon clothes. I remember my mom leaving explicit instructions for my grandmother when she went out of town, stating she was not to allow me to wear spandex to school . . . . yup I snuck it, poor grandma. . . poor mama. Anyways, this morning after I got D dressed in his red Skinny pants he went running into the other room and returned saying “booz booz booz!!!!” no folks, he wasn’t asking for a mimosa, he was carrying his red emus featured in our first vêtu, booz is toddler talk for boots. I thought about trying to convince him to wear his cons as I feared the red on red would be a bit much, but it turned out pretty cute. I always told myself I would let him wear whatever he wants, not sure he’ll win the pajama pant argument too frequently but I’m sure I have many a negotiations in my future. After we were fully dressed we headed out to our favorite neighborhood park, and the rest is history . . .
If it were completely up to me, Doiron would never have his hair cut, but Bry didn’t love his son being called a girl all of the time, and it did seem to annoy D that his hair was constantly in his face. So we compromised on a trim, I heard about a salon nearby that’s just for kids, and it. was. awesome. I wish I could get my hair cut there, these ladies know how to handle toddlers, and they did a pretty good job. It’s still growing on me, I love boys with long hair, and wish his bangs were a bit more whispy, but he just can’t help but to be adorable, and hair grows 😉 Ok, ok, I know what you all want . . . here are the pics.
Vêtu, french for wearing, is the title of my new series. I’ve always loved fashion, or rather I feel I should say style, as I don’t subscribe to everything Vogue tells me . . . I love dressing myself and I ADORE dressing my son, sometimes, my husband lets me dress him too 😉 I am very fortunate to be a buyer for my family’s two stores, and thus many of my son and I’s clothes come from Austin Rocks. When I was picking out his clothes yesterday, I knew I was going to have to document the outfit, so naturally, here I am documenting, I’m thinking of making a series of it . . . we’ll see how it goes.
We saw a unicorn today! No not really, but it did snow, and those two sightings are just about equal in Austin. So much so, that everything shuts down, thus the time for this post. I’m happily sitting in front of the fire, cuddling with the two year old and watching the snow melt out the window. I’ll be heading into work in about an hour, but when it snows you waste no time. We woke up early this morning and ran out on our balcony to check it out, we quickly realized more layers were required so after throwing on boots and jackets we ran outside to play. Doiron thought it was cool for about ten minutes before he was ready to go in and warm up. Daddy made us oatmeal while I lit the fire, and that my friends, is Doiron’s very first snow day. I can’t wait to show him real snow one day, but judging by his quick retreat he’ll need a full snowsuit, hand warmers and a steady stream of hot cocoa, guess he really is a native Texan.
Bear with my tardiness here, Doiron turned Two over a month ago . . . and since this blog is a supposed scrapbook of his life, it warrants a post, late or not. It was a fun get together, larger than I realized when planning but so amazing to see just how many people in the world care about our Doiron, we had lots of family and friends (some who were womb buddies but we had never met yet!) and many were there in spirit. Bryan’s parents were visiting from California, THANK GOD and they helped me whip everything together, as well as put a few finishing touches on the party that we wouldn’t have been able to do on our own, so so very thankful. Here are a few pics from our soiree ala my sister Ryan (thanks love!)
And finally, in an effort to obtain something physical for Doiron’s memories, I wrote him a little letter. One of my favorite items to stumble upon on other blogs are parents letters to their children. Writing is probably one of my greatest weaknesses, already as I read back over this I blush, but it’s what I was feeling that day and I’m glad I wrote it down. I’m uploading it here mostly because I’m worried I’ll lose this journal (but hopefully not, because I’m hoping to continue to write him little notes of love throughout his life in here). So have a laugh with me and enjoy. And happy happy birthday do my man cub, 2 is gonna rock (it already is)!
Are we seriously already into the second half of October already!? It’s been flying by with gorgeous cool weather and lots going on after two weekends of ACL fest and flooding rain and pumpkin patches and little league games, and getting ready for a trip to LA in TEN DAYS where we’ll be visiting with family and taking D to Disney Land for the first time, we’re sooooo excited!!!!!!! But with all of this going on, not only have I forgotten to note any memories here but also, completely. forgot. my. anniversary. If it wasn’t for facebook, I’m not sure I would have ever remembered, but there I was on my lunch break, checking out my news feed and I was reminded of a few acquaintance’s birthdays and Tegi Hahn’s Wedding Anniversary, “eh who cares” I thought to myself, “wait, what!?”
My husband and I both had to work late that night, my shift being a double . . . so at the end of the night I called in an order to Stubbs (which has somehow escaped my BBQ repertoire my entire life) and swept by the babysitters (my amazing babysitter who also pulled a double watching my babe along with her 3) to get my precious sweet baby boy whom I adore.
Except, all of the sudden, this kid does not want to go to bed. We got home around ten, snuggled and nursed, he fell asleep in my arms right as my husband got home, we went to lay him in his crib and Doiron, lost it. Screaming “No000” and “Owwwww” and just plain screaming. From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I was against the “crying it out” method. I want my son to feel comfortable and confident in his sleeping quarters and not feel abandoned, or worse, have there be something actually wrong and I’m just ignoring his cries for help. When he’s sick and he cries I get him immediately and bring him to bed where he can nurse as often as he needs to soothe his ails. But this always results in him thinking any time he wakes up now he can come cuddle with mommy, which I honestly kind of love, but it does making sleeping soundly a bit more difficult on all of us. So Bryan, bless him, has to be the enforcer and literally put himself between me and our son.
So there we were on our third wedding anniversary, sitting on the living room floor, eating cold bbq to the sounds of our almost two year old screaming bloody murder. Oh, but, I can’t forget to mention the fantastic gift my hubby crafted me, my very first coupon book! Next day off we have, I’m cashing in the one where he takes care of D all day, and I’m finally painting my bedroom!When I was in elementary school, my favorite bedtime stories were those of my mother’s childhood or my own where in the moment our mothers were not laughing, but now our stomachs hurt and tears rolled down our faces from laughing so hard (ie: the time my mom cut her bedsheets to be sure they were straight across the top of her bed, or the time my sister locked me in the bathroom with the lights off and thought she had killed me as I slammed my two year old self against the door trying to get out) maybe this will be one of those stories. I’m already chuckling at it now . . . but it certainly wasn’t romantic. Not to mention that though we eventually won the battle of the beds that night, once we finally got in our own bed, up strolled our fat cat Diz who plopped himself in the spot Doiron would have been and stretched out victoriously.
So there it is y’all, my third wedding anniversary . . . no leather gifts, no fancy dinners, no celebratory vacations . . . and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am so happily content with my life right now, I may moan about not being able to buy anything I want, or take more vacations, but when I close my eyes and breathe I remember that I’m doing exactly what I’ve wanted since the first day I met Bryan, living in a house full of love and hearty baby giggles, with a few screams on the side.
I always thought putting toddlers down for their naps was supposed to be hard. But apparently D takes after me, sleep is good, sleep is easy. I used to nurse D to sleep whenever I was in charge of naps and bedtime, and there were times he didn’t want to leave my arms, I’m not gonna lie, I kinda enjoyed it. But it does make getting stuff done rather difficult. About six moths ago we had to switch daycare providers, it was the best thing that ever happened for Mr Doiron. Rhonda is amazing, she has three beautiful kids who have quickly become Doiron’s best friends, the only way I can get him to go home with me is the mentioning of milk. The day Rhonda told me that she just lays Doiron down for nap time everyday without a fuss I was a bit in shock. Bry had a pretty easy time getting him down with a cuddle and a song (there’s nothing sweeter than hearing your husband sing to your baby y’all) but as D got older and wiser he started to test his limits and put up a bit of a fight. Until one day, Bry discovered if he just gave home a bottle of water and set him in the crib he was a happy camper. I highly doubted this would work for me given that the milk machine was close at hand, but it does y’all and we have absolutely no fits at bedtime.
Today as nap time approached D was still pretty spunky but showing the usual signs of nap time crankies. I got his bottle and picked him up, sang his special lullaby and placed him in the crib. He sat himself up and I braced for a wail, but stood my ground told him I loved him and walked out. No cries, just a few giggles and raspberries then silence. I can’t help but to peek at him while he sleeps, and it kills me when he has tucked himself in and pulled up the blankie. Here’s a few shots, all on my iPhone and in the dark so sorry for the quality. I thought I’d also give your peek at some of my favorite bits of his nursery. Fais de beaux rêves
We took a family trip to the Gulf Coast a few months ago. It’s a lovely 3.5 hour drive from Austin to Port Aransas, Doiron did amazingly, in large part due to Cousin Mike riding with us and keeping him entertained. That and the BBQ pit stop we made in Nixon, not only did they fill our bellies but it’s a family owned joint and the owners had their three year old grandson there, the boys spent an hour riding trikes and chasing each other around the restaurant, it was fantastic! My parents spoiled all four of us sisters with a gorgeous beach house. Bryan and I lucked out and got the master that had an adjoining bath to die for, with a giant bath tub which Doiron and I made full use of, and a walk in shower that was at least 5 feet square. All of my nephews were with us, Michael (Mike, as his buds at school call him, and me ‘cus I’m the cool aunt) who’s ten and starting fifth grade on Tuesday, holy cow! Nathan who’s the smartest eight year old I’ve ever met, and our newest boy Henry, six months old. We desperately need some girls in this family, I’ve been elected to make the contribution, and I will happily oblige before too long . . . But for now Doiron is LOVING his time with his big cousins, they ended each evening with a joint shower, it was hilarious, a little gross at times, but mostly adorable. And seeing D with baby Henry melted my heart, he’ll give kisses, he’ll smack him occasionally but quickly apologizes with a hug when reminded to be gentle, and “help” Henry with his passy. I can’t wait to make D a big brother, but on the other hand there are just a few loose ends we’d really like to tie up before making the leap of another baby, I’m hoping we’ll be “ready” within the next year and I look forward to sharing my full experience here. Until then, you’ll just have to enjoy my single subject pictures. Mike didn’t make it into many shots, he would escape with the “big boys,” my youngest cousin and his friend both 16, every chance he got. He even got to go on a solo trip with them into town for ice cream, I’ve never seen his chest puffed so big, it was adorable and made my eyes well up a bit, he’s our first baby and about to be a teenager. I’m also disappointed that I didn’t take many shots of my parents or my Aunt Chris and Grammie who also joined us, they shared a house a block away that had a wrap around porch where we spent the evenings catching up, I don’t get to see my family often enough, even the ones who live in the same city. Anyway, here are the few 35 mm shots that I’m happy with, the misty beach really messed with my focusing abilities, but it also gave the ones that turned out a sort of dreamy quality, Beaux rêves de l’océan