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Here we are, 40 weeks and 1 day and baby Hahn isn’t quite ready to come out, and I’m letting the babe take it’s time (ok, maybe I’m trying to persuade labor a bit with crawling on all fours, swimming and other fun activities . . .).  This has been an amazing pregnancy, minimal nausea at the beginning and a pesky umbilical hernia have been the only negatives.  No gestational diabetes and no PUPPS make me one happy mama.  Doiron has already proven himself to be the best big brother, he can’t pass me without giving the belly a hug, or sit next to me without reaching a little hand over to pat and speak softly to the baby.  If you follow me on IG, get ready for sibling photo overload!

I’ve always been a laid back, go with the flow kind of person.  A huge believer in all things happen for a reason, and letting fate lead.  However, I think when we are ready for baby #3, I’m going to need to try my hardest to control the timing.  I run three retail stores in downtown Austin, Doiron was born right before Christmas taking me out of commission for our busiest time of year.  This little babe has had me missing out on a little something we call SXSW, our second busiest time of year. Thankfully, I work with amazing people who, light joking aside, have offered nothing but support and encouragement through these two pregnancies.  Besides feeling guilty though, this also means that for the majority of my kiddos life their birthdays will fall during 60+ hour work weeks . . .I’m scheming un-birthday trips and parties to make up for it.

I’m already feeling nostalgic over this pregnancy, it was such a sweet time with Doiron and my husband; and took place during some big changes for my family including an amazing new job for Bry and the start of school for D.  I was able to fulfill a few of my pregnancy-dreams this round like a pregnancy photo shoot (thanks to my sister Ryan, who is also braving being our birth-photographer) and having my belly hennaed during a little family get together (thanks to Nisha with Henna Arts).  I feel so much gratitude for everyone in our life, and want to thank you all for your support and love.  Here are some sweet photos from our pregnancy, and I can’t wait to update you all with pictures of Doiron’s baby sister or brother!

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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.







Truth Be Told

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I’ve been a little, lets say hyper, lately.  Wishing I could buy more expensive clothes and shoes for Doiron, maybe me too, wishing I could do more things to my house, wishing I could get pregnant again.  Maybe discontent is a better word, which makes me so angry, because I have a pretty awesome life.  Some of this discontent comes from surfing the blogosphere and comparing myself to the many amazing women writing out there, ok, a lot of the discontent.  But on the same hand there is so much inspiration to be found, if I could only step back, breathe, and take the positive and leave the negative self doubting thoughts floating in the cloud.  So that’s what I intend to do.  This is a free calendar that an amazing artist Oana Befort offers on her blog, not only am I enamored with her work, but she has fantastic posts featuring her baby boy and life in Romania.  I love to set her calendars as my desktop background for a little ounce of happy while I’m working, I can’t wait to see October’s.

I recently discovered a high school friend of mine has a beautiful blog as well, Kimber is expecting a baby girl so my envy of her is about to increase, but meanwhile she just posted a little exercise called taking stock.  It’s a fantastic little list to help ground yourself and pool all of those millions of thoughts into something tangible.  So here is mine, please share yours too, it’s so comforting to see what others are experiencing . . . à trouver un équilibre

Taking Stock

Making . . . a home

Cooking . . . real home cooked meals, mostly vegetarian

Drinking . . . The last of our Deep Eddy Ruby Red Vodka, transitioning to White Mocha Spice Latte’s

Reading . . . Twilight, actually I’m listening to it in the car

Wanting . . . a baby girl

Looking . . . for fall colors (doesn’t really happen here)

Playing  . . . Etta James all the time, and with Trucks . . . all the time

Wasting . . . energy on things out of my control

Sewing . . . I’ve had fabric for pillow cases sitting in the trunk of my car for about two months now

Wishing . . .for it to get cold, and stay cold.

Enjoying . . . too many cookies from the new cafe around the corner

Waiting . . . to have a baby girl

Liking . . . rediscovering Texas with my family

Wondering. . . what will happen tomorrow

Loving . . . watching my husband watching my son, so much love there.

Hoping . . . for financial stability

Marveling . . . at the success of our new store

Needing . . . to continue and build on that success

Smelling . . . Christmas tree candles, all year

Wearing . . . my glasses more and more

Following . . . my toddler everywhere

Noticing . . . every millimeter Doiron grows

Knowing . . . I am lucky

Thinking . . . way too much

Starting . . . a new website for my store

Bookmarking . . . way too many blogs for my own good

Opening  . . . boxes upon boxes of fall clothing *cha-ching*

Giggling . . . when Doiron is naughty,  trying. so. hard. not. to.

Feeling. . . kinda overwhelmed, but determined.




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