Monthly Archives: May 2013

More Things I Don’t Want to Forget

R.Simple Life | More Things I Don't Want to Forget

+ how helpful you are when I’m changing your diaper. Thanks for always holding the clean diaper.

+ the way your cheek is bright red and has my shirt marks on it for the few seconds after I lay you down for a nap.

+ and the way you immediately roll onto your side now, clutching your “blankie” too close to your face for Mama’s comfort.

+ these high pitched squealing screams you’re making. You’re trying so hard to talk.

+ how you put any straw in your mouth, even if you don’t fully understand how they work yet. You’ll get there, but for now, that expectant face and bottom jaw jut are the best.

+ the way you curl right into me, foreheads touching, when I pull you into bed at 5am.

+ the ferocity in which you get ready to eat when you’re really tired.

+ your “diaper filling” face.

+ all the kicking and wiggling that happens with Justin Timberlake is on the radio or Ellen is dancing on  TV.

+ how you sit still forever if I’m reading the right books.

+ how you arch your back and hold your breath if I’m reading the wrong books.

+ how determined you are to stand. And walk.

+ the way your feet cross over each other and sometimes go backwards when we are working on walking.

+ your love for “blankies.”

+ the light in your eyes when your Papa comes home.

+ the loving touch of your hand on my face when you’re feeling content. It’s the best feeling.

+ the way you enjoy Duke… but love Calvin.

+ our sweet conversations in the Moby.

+ how much you love music.

+ the way you practice talking quietly.

xoxo, Mama

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A Day (or two) at the Pool

Feel free to skip this post if you’re not directly related to me. Or even if you are. Grandparents may be the only ones who enjoy this post. It’s about Harry’s first trip to the pool.

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It started out like any other day. Hot and sunny. We decided a trip to the pool was necessary. So we put on the sunscreen, donned our bathing suits, and hoofed it over to the community center pool. As we were walking in, we learned that someone had, ahem, dirtied the pool. So to avoid e. coli, we stuck to the splash pad. What a bust.

First trip to the pool, take two. We woke up to another perfect pool day. Dare we try another attempt to the giant potty? Crossing our fingers that there would be no floaters this time, we put on the sunscreen (again), donned our bathing suits (again), and hoofed it (again) over to the community center pool. This time we were greeted by a blue, sparkly, cold body of water. We took one million photos, and then Jon took Harry into the pool.

At first, Harry’s was unfazed. His expression didn’t change after the transfer from the warm air to the cold pool. It was like nothing had happened. But then. I’m not sure if it was the cold water, or the crowd of extra loud children, or the fact that Papa had sunglasses and wet hair and looked a little different, but whatever it was, it was not good. It was scary and upsetting. So Mama came to the rescue and Harry and I sat happily on the steps for the rest of our time, splashing with our feet and enjoying the sunshine.

We’ll try again this weekend. And this time maybe we’ll go a little slower, and make sure Papa doesn’t look different.

xoxo, Mallory

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Somebody Get This Kid a Piano

R.Simple Life | Harry on the Piano

I hope you all enjoyed your Memorial Day. We had a great weekend filled with friends, food, and fireworks. Yep. Fireworks with a four month old. And he did great.

Saturday night, we packed up a picnic and went to the beach for the Symphony on the Shore concert and fireworks. We were hoping Harry would sleep through the whole thing, considering it started at his bed time (did I mention I’m a first time mum?). Unfortunately, he stayed up for the whole show, including fireworks. Fortunately, however, he loved it.

This kid absolutely loved every second of the symphony, kicking his feet, smiling, and dancing the whole time. It was like he was laughing at us… “This is what happens after I go to sleep every night? You’re hilarious if you think I’m ever going to bed again.” It was ridiculously cute and only confirmed what we already knew – that Harry is musically inclined. He can’t help but wiggle when Justin Timberlake comes on the radio, he dances with Ellen, and he is still and concentrating when there is something classical to focus on. Plus, he plays the piano.

Before I was pregnant with Harry, I saw something which resonated with me. It was a news segment concerning a four year old piano prodigy. He was amazing, and was also the first generation pianist in his home. Neither of his parents played, but when they found out they were having a baby, his mother decided she could not bring a child into their home if there were no piano.

I loved that sentiment and always said apiano and a baby come hand in hand (key?) in our home. We’ve been on the lookout for a piano for a year now but it seems as though I’d better waste no time. Our little Beethoven is ready to compose. Or bang on the keys. I’m not saying my kid is the next prodigy (heck, that left hand doesn’t want to do much), but just in case he wants to be, it won’t be lack of instrument that stops him.

xoxo, Mallory

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Hi

R.Simple Life | A Beautiful Mess App

That’s all. Just wanted to say “hi.”

xoxo, Mallory (and Harry)

PS LOVE A Beautiful Mess app (this was one of my first pictures, thus the extra little bit on the side there… don’t worry, it’s really easy to use, despite my initial confusion). LOVE it.

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Harry’s Closet: Zara

Dressing Boys: Zara Kids

I can’t tell you how exciting it is for me to dress Harry. No joke. Cute pieces for little girls are everywhere, but for boys, you’ve got to dig a little to find the best stuff. You know, the stuff without green tractors and blue baseballs and orange monkeys all over them. The stuff that makes my little boy look like the cutest little man. But when you find that stuff, holy moly is it cute. A well dressed little boy is my kryptonite. Especially if he’s got a spiky brown mohawk and his Papa’s nose.

So today, I’m pulled together a few fabulous pieces from Zara. You know Zara. Made extra famous by the fabulous Kate Middleton. And the best thing? Free shipping. Oh, and everything here is nice and inexpensive (like a whole outfit for under $20). All in all, some basic “must-Haves” for a fashion forward little boy’s closet.

green shirt | blue polo | denim jeans | bathing suit

sweatshirt | tennis shoes | white chinos

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Harry, Four Months In

Harry celebrated turning four whole months old by growing out of pajamas overnight. Seriously, three inches of his bare legs sticking out the bottom.

Four Months Old

Hello smiley baby. This month, Harry has turned into the happiest, laughiest, smiliest baby. He gets jokes, and thinks they are hilarious, especially when told by Mickey Mouse. Or his dad. But with extreme happiness, comes the tears. He’s also started letting us know he hates nap time, by fighting it with every ounce of energy he has in his body (including lots of tears) until he passes out. 35 minutes later, he’s up and happy!

R.Simple LIfe | Four Months of Harry on a Bear

He’s started standing on his own (with a little help from the windowsill), which of course is altogether hilarious, scary, and amazing to watch. He has his favorite toys and books, but only likes one at a time. Too many is not fun (sound familiar? He’s definitely our kid). Nothing is better than being outside, be it on a run with Mum or a walk in the Moby. If we’re outside, we’re happy. This big boy now wears shoes (and is so proud of them) and sits in his high chair during meal time.

R.Simple Life | Four months of Harry in a chair

Every day is a new, exciting adventure with this kid, and we’re loving every single minute of it, tear free and otherwise. He is our everything and we love him so.

xoxo, Mallory

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Babies Grow

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Growing babies are altogether the most exciting, most amazing, and most sad thing in the whole wide world. Watching Harry trying to figure out how to put his pacifier in his mouth, and getting the leg of a monkey time after time, until finally doing it right, is so inspiring. He doesn’t give up. No matter how frustrated he may be, he sucks on that leg like that’s what he meant to do all along. And then when he finally gets the pacifier, he looks at me like it’s no big deal at all. He knew he could do it.

Watching him hold on to the windowsill, holding himself up on his own two feet, all on his own is scary. It’s phenomenal. It’s sad, that his Papa wasn’t here to see it the first time.

At this age, they grow so fast. Each milestone comes too quickly. Every day, he is older than the last, and every day he gets closer to the times where kisses from Mum won’t be his favorite thing in the world. I picked him up last night and I swear he was 6 inches longer and 5 pounds heavier.

But as sad as I am, I’m 10 times more excited to see him grow. To watch him learn and develop. To help him, and to not help him. To see the sweet, little synapses in his brain firing away.

All this to say, my baby is four months old today. Pictures to come soon.

xoxo, Mallory

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On Co-sleeping

R.Simple Life | On Co-sleeping

I’ve had a big response to the slight mention of co-sleeping in one of my comments. It seems that everyone wants to hear about this. And I don’t blame everyone. It’s such a hot  topic, which was, indeed the reason I was avoiding it on the blog all together. Everyone has an opinion and people tend to get pretty vocal about it. But because so many of you are interested in what we’re doing, I’m talking about it. I’m even going to leave the comments on, because I love hearing from you. But please be respectful of me and my family, as well as anyone else who comments. Otherwise I’m turning them off. How’s that for my Mom Voice?

Okay co-sleeping. Before I had a baby, I was 100% against co-sleeping. I thought it was dangerous. I thought it was setting your child up for disappointment when they move into their own big, lonely bed. I thought it took away time, intimacy, cuddling, love from your marriage. I was not going to co-sleep. If my child had a nightmare, he could sleep in my room, but not my bed. If he was sick, Mum or Papa would cuddle with him in his bed for part of the night, but again, our bed was going to be off limits.

Fast forward to January 9th, 2013. I had Harry. This sweet little boy who stole my heart in a way I never even knew anyone could. But I still wasn’t going to co-sleep. He could sleep in his rock ‘n play next to our bed. He could even cuddle in our bed while we were all awake. But still, no co-sleeping. Until he was about a week old. And we all napped in our bed together. It was magical. Some of the best sleep of my life. But, I told myself, it was a one off.

Again, hit that fast forward button, this time to about one month in. Harry was still sleeping next to us, yet in his own space. However, he started waking up at 5:30, an hour after eating, and the only thing I could think to do to get more sleep was to pull him into bed with us and cuddle him. Worked like a charm. He fell asleep the second he felt my warm body next to his. We started doing this a few mornings a week.

The co-sleeping really started picking up. We would put him to bed in his own crib, then move him to his bassinet when we went to sleep. Then sometime between 4-6am, he’d come into our bed to finish out the night’s sleep. I never second guessed myself. I wasn’t worried about rolling over on top of him. It’s just this biological thing. I can’t explain it, but it’s just not going to happen. I’m ultra aware of him being there, yet I sleep soundly. We don’t have big fluffy blankets or pillows on the bed that could suffocate him. He’s safe.

I don’t think it takes a single thing away from our marriage, either. Sure, we’re sharing our bed with another person, but it’s our son. Our son who is a wonderful extension of us. We still have our time, Jon and I. I don’t feel like we’re missing anything, on the contrary, I feel like it has brought us together.

And because Harry spends his naps and a large part of the night in his own space, I don’t think it’s going to be a terrible adjustment when we decide co-sleeping is done. He’s used to his crib. He sleeps in his rock ‘n play just fine. It’ll be an adjustment, yes, but I can’t imagine it’s going to be all that terrible.

Will the co-sleeping stop? Yes. We need to have boundaries, and there will be a point where Harry doesn’t sleep in our bed anymore. But for now, it works for us. He’s still waking up 2-3 times a night, and having him that close is great. I get so much more sleep having right next to me in the rock ‘n play, or even closer on the bed. Plus, I’m under the impression that there is nothing sweeter to waking up smooshed into the 8 inches in between the love of your life and your life’s love. That is my kind of snuggle.

I’ve learned so much in these past four months. About parenting, about Harry, about Jon, about myself. So many things that have surprised me. We always think we have it all figured out, right? It’s times like these, though, that remind us that we don’t have a clue. And I love that. So consider this my giant apology to anyone who received an internal eye roll when they talked about co-sleeping with me before I had Harry. I’ve really learned that you just do what is best for your family. And only you know what that is.

Okay. Remember to keep it nice guys. But I’m curious. What do you think about co-sleeping?

xoxo, Mallory

PS This article inspired me to sit down and write this all out. It’s a very different approach to co-sleeping than ours, but it’s kind of amazing. And the pictures, ugh. My heart melted.

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