I went to a cooking class on Saturday and came home to Adelaide snuggled and asleep on Jon’s chest. It was about the sweetest thing, and Jon didn’t dare move a muscle because everyone knows not to wake a sleeping baby. I love the bond they have, the way Jon has his ways to take care of her and entertain her. They aren’t necessarily the way I would do it, but that’s what makes them so great. I’m not sure there’s any greater way to melt my heart than to see my baby and my husband sharing a moment like this.
Well, sort of. But really.
A few weeks ago our neighbors told us they were moving and if we wanted their apartment, it’s up for grabs. It’s still a one bedroom, and an identical layout to our current apartment, but it’s on the first floor.
Between the baby, the dog and the stroller, climbing a few flights of stairs has become a bit of an issue. There’s no where in the lobby to leave our stroller, so we’re constantly lugging it up and down the stairs. So we thought, “Move downstairs? Sure, why not?”
Turns out this little move is a big move. Moving is still moving. There are a few different things about this apartment than our old ones. Just a few inches here or there, but when you live in a one bedroom apartment with a baby, a few inches translates to a lot.
Jon came back from Thanksgiving early to get us moved in, and has been working like crazy to get us settled. I’m so thankful for that man who works so hard for his family. And my parents agreed to keep Brady until Christmas, which has just been the biggest help. We miss him like crazy, and I’m sad when I go to sleep that he’s not at the bottom of the bed keeping my feet warm. But the extra few minutes of sleep in the morning not having to get all bundled up and walk him has been a nice break. I’m excited to bring him back and when he sprints up the stairs to the third floor I’ll call him back and say, “No Brady, we live here now.”
In other news, Adelaide says “da da” like crazy, so I’m making it my sole mission in life to get her to say “ma ma”.
And her favorite toy is keys. And phones. And rocks. Anything but baby toys, really. Love that kid.
you see that smile right? she’s killing it.
Saturday we went apple picking with a group of our friends at Pennings Orchard. The weather ended up being crazy warm and didn’t feel like fall at all. Which is fine by me, because I wish it were summer year round.
Last year when we went apple picking I was 17 weeks pregnant. It was so fun to bring the baby this year. Up until now she’s been completely uninterested in food, so it was exciting to see her clutching her apples in her tiny little hands and giving them licks and taking the occasional bite. Melt my heart, whydontcha?
Last year Jon juggled apples, so in keeping with tradition everyone gave it a go. Kristin gave it a shot… And it didn’t go so well. I love this shot of her covering her head! Happy Monday! Hope you had a great weekend as well!
photo and title stolen directly from Jon’s instagram
After an unintentional blog hiatus, there were supposed to be cute photos up here on the blog today, but then someone was up until all hours of the night thanks to teething and jet lag. So instead you get this adorable photo of Adelaide in Vegas.
Last week Jon had to be in DC for work, so Adelaide and I tagged along. We walked around the Smithsonian gardens (I didn’t even know they existed, but they’re gorgeous!), we rode the Metro (seriously, so much easier than the NYC subway! There are elevators! At every station!), we ate amazing food.
We took one night to go to the National Zoo, which is F-R-E-E. Free.
And also because the zoo sells beer.
Notice anyone trying to suck her thumb? Little girl has been trying for the last week or so to be a thumb sucker. She really doesn’t want the pacifier anymore but can’t quite find her thumb. Although It’s pretty adorable watching her try.
I never really considered that I’d have a thumb sucker on my hands, since I never did. Taking a thumb away from her is going to be a whole lot harder than a pacifier. But really, it is the cutest thing ever.
Hope everyone has a great holiday weekend!
Literally two days after Adelaide was born I filed a claim with insurance for my breast pump. They’re now totally free through Obamacare, so I of course wanted to take advantage. After six weeks my pump finally came in and then I sat and stared at it for another two weeks. All the cords and little pieces made it seem so intimidating to me.
I finally decided to go for it and it ended up not being so difficult after all. Then I was nervous that Adelaide wouldn’t take the bottle since she was nearly eight weeks old, but she took it like a pro.
It was so special to see Jon feed Adelaide for the first time. It’s been such a bonding experience for me to get to breast feed her, and it meant so much that Jon got to experience feeding her as well. There’s really no greater feeling than watching your husband holding his daughter. Talk about melting your heart.
Feeling pretty lucky over here. Wishing all the mamas and mamas to be out there a Happy Mother’s Day. Happy Friday everyone!
You may remember that Jon and I are huge Mets fans (don’t ask why, they always let us down). Remember when we took Brady to his first game?
Jon had about the best week ever- Game of Thrones premiered and baseball season started. He may or may not have gone to three games in the last week. Adelaide and I went along with him to the Saturday game. Adelaide even sported her adorable “My First Mets” tee from Kristin.
I unfortunately couldn’t wear any of my gear since it’s not very nursing friendly. I’m still working on finding things to wear that aren’t nursing tanks. When I figure it out I’ll let you know.
Adelaide was a total champ. I wore her in a carrier which she slept in for most of the game.
And The Mets even won, which was a lovely change of pace. I’m so glad the weather is getting nicer so we can enjoy more days like this outdoors.
Yesterday we had some friends over to celebrate Easter and Jon made the most amazing brunch. Huevos Rancheros (with homemade salsa!), chocolate chip pancakes, thick cut bacon, cornbread, pour over coffee and mimosas. I’ve got to give it to him, everything was beyond delicious. Not to mention that he also did the dishes.
Adelaide was adorable (of course) in her Easter dress my parents picked out for her. She’s still so tiny that she’s only ever worn footed pajamas, so this was her first ever dress.
She was a perfect baby all throughout brunch, then as soon as our guests left she started wailing. And then refused to fall asleep for the next six hours.
Do you know how long that is? It’s basically ten years in baby time.
Kid has one sick sense of humor.