You’re Every Willem in the World to Me

A few more new mommy observations on this absolutely gorgeous Saturday. These days, EVERY day is a Saturday!

First Fourth!

Unfortunately, every day is also a Monday.

Kicking it with this beautiful boy.

Sleep. Sleep is, like, really super important. I am SO good at sleep. Ask anyone. I can sleep anywhere and rarely make it through an entire movie without falling asleep on the couch. I used to go on work trips, down a latte at the airport, and be asleep in my seat before the wheels had left the ground. So yeah… I know a thing or two about sleep, but I apparently suck at teaching others the fine art and sweet beauty of sleep. More on that later.

Willem's first check out at the library.

Also? Having a baby is kind of like having Stockholm Syndrome. You grow to love and adore your tiny, drooly captor and would do anything for him.

Hanging.

We were away last weekend visiting family, and Willem’s sleep schedule got completely jacked. It already took a turn for the worse around 3.5-4 months, but upon returning home, it was abysmal. So starting yesterday, we are now in baby-sleep boot camp (which really means “getting the kid on a dang schedule already”). I was bracing myself for a horrible day and night, but the little guy did pretty all right! He took three long naps in his crib for the first time EVER yesterday, and then I was able to get him to sleep until 7 this morning. I call that a huge success already.

Yes, I’m a little embarrassed to admit that my son had never taken all of his naps in his crib. And I bounced or fed him to sleep every time. And he had zero in the way of a bed time/nap time routine. No wonder his sleep is all jacked!

In other news, our house is dreamy right now:
June 2014.

June 2014.

June 2014.

June 2014.

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The Grass Is Always Greener?

I know some people spend a great deal of time and energy to have lush, park-like lawns. I can appreciate that.

I, however, am not one of those people. At our place, we would prefer to not have to mow, to not have to wage war against dandelions and clover and the multitude of unidentified weeds working hard to take over our lawn. We also appreciate native perennials, edibles, and other pretties that will make a better habitat for bees, butterflies, and birds.

With that in mind, yesterday we took our first steps in turning our front lawn into… not lawn. Soon we will be digging up more of our front lawn to plant goldenrod, purple prairie clover, lavender, strawberries, and a few different kinds of aster (good for late season forage for the bees). And that’s just the beginning!

A little timeline of the front yard: May 2011.
20110513. happy homeowner.

First plans:
20120308. Front yard plan.

More sod removal, more herbs:
20130714. Less grass + more herbs = happy house.

And some inspiration (click on an image to jump to the source):

Basically, everything this woman, Rosalind Creasy, has going on is just fine by me:

And here’s what a garden “plan” looks like around these parts:
Front yard garden planning.

Next step: the backbreaking work of breaking sod. Oh, joy.

Happy (Almost) Anniversary, So Bro Homestead!

Seeing as I can’t be relied upon these days to actually remember things like anniversaries – at least, not on the actual anniversary – I’m taking this free moment I have right now to post an ode to our house.

20140505. Almost three years in our wonderful little house.

It’s been three years now in the So Bro Homestead! Chris closed on the house on Friday the 13th of May 2011. And it’s been three awesome, exciting, fun years. We’ve learned a ton and done a ton. We now have trees (sycamore, red bud, river birch, and apple trees) and chickens and a BABY and bees and a dog named Birdie. We got married. We built a garden and brew beer.

And you know what? We have plenty more plans to get us through the foreseeable future. We are happy.

20140513. Three years.

20140513. Three years.

The happy human residents:
20140505. Our bees arrived.

20140505. Me and Willem.

Happy anniversary, wonderful little house!

USPS Just LOVES Us

Big day with a capital “B(ee)”! THE BEES HAVE ARRIVED!

Chris got a call at 5 am from the post office. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but I’m guessing it went something like this:

Chris: Hello?
Postal Worker: OMG, WE HAVE A PACKAGE FOR YOU.
Chris: Great! When can I come pick it up?
Postal Worker: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE COME GET IT NOW! WE ARE TERRIFIED!
Chris: Okay, great, I’ll be on my –
Postal Worker: SHUT UP ALREADY AND GET IN YOUR CAR, MAN!

20140505. The bees have arrived.

20140505. The bees have arrived.

*They actually had the bees sitting on a back loading dock because one of the employees is allergic to them. So he really did bust over there at 5 am – it was quite chilly out, and we didn’t want our bees to catch a cold.

In other news, the weekends always go way too fast. I love the weekends – it’s not that my days are all that different from one to the next, given that I’m largely caring for a little being every day, but on the weekends, Chris is home. And I love it when Chris is home.

A sneak peek into what my weekend entailed:
A sample of Sunday.

And here was my gardening buddy on Saturday. Willem was ridiculously happy in his little fort while I weeded the front beds.
Willem likes the outdoors.

Willem's first fort.

The Day Has Finally Arrived*

*No, I am not in labor.

Nope, folks, the day has finally arrived when:

  • None of my maternity shirts actually cover my stomach anymore, and I have resigned myself to a wardrobe of dresses and leggings or my own frightful incarnation of the bare midriff style (just imagine your average American Apparel model, then add 30 pounds to the belly region and 20 years).
  • Looking in the mirror in the morning is more to get a good laugh than to actually make myself look presentable or, dare I even try, CUTE.
  • Not leaving the house for three days in a row does not seem shocking; leaving the house, on the other hand, sounds like waaaaay too much work.
  • My idea of a party down, no holds barred weekend is planting seeds for the summer garden, making a giant vat of black beans to freeze, knitting a sweater, and making fun of the commercials playing during the Olympics (Fritos on a sub? I can’t think of a food that would be a better antonym to “eating fresh.” Also, are we really going to liken some fat slob biting into one of his 20-for-$5 chicken McFrankenNuggets to an Olympian biting his/her gold medal? REALLY?! And don’t even get me started on the health benefits of drinking an ice cold CocaCola. I’m sure Olympians the world over are chugging that shit down).

I guess all of that is just to say we’re still here, and we’re still waiting. Here are some recent scenes from the current waiting game:

39 weeks:
20140208. 39 weeks.

Me and Birdie, taking selfies to distract ourselves from the hideousness that is ice dancing (no offense if that’s the kind of thing that rings your bell):
Me and Birdie watch the Olympics.

Super sweet, unexpected (and maybe handmade?) gifts from super sweet neighbors. I guess they noticed me living on my bike last summer!
20140209. Sweet baby gift from our sweet neighbors.

Chris’ superhero outfit (err, I mean, protection for insulating our attic. Did I forget to mention he went on a house insulating kick a few weeks ago? He really needs to figure out some sort of amazing Halloween costume with this getup):
20140209. Chris in his attic insulating superhero costume.

And the part I’m most excited about: the beginnings of our 2014 garden! I am loving the stories behind our seeds this year, many of which are heirloom varieties purchased from Seed Savers Exchange. I think I’ll be doing a dreamy regular feature this summer on each of their stories. Because I get into that sort of thing. I also love how our no-frill, inauspicious setup will produce the most amazing garden and food all summer long.
20140209. The seeds are planted! Our no frills growing setup.