As of today there are only 100 days left until my “due date.” Dipping under 100 days makes my heart race a bit as it makes me realize how quickly things are going to change. Am I ready for the return to sleepless nights? Am I up to the challenge of taking care of two kids? What if I can’t find anyone to watch Cooper when I go into labor? Are any of my maternity clothes even going to fit…
The day I wear purple flannel pajamas past noon multiple people knock on my door needing to speak with me. Ignore the stretch of the juvenile sock monkey print over my round, six months and counting belly and how I’d greeted Medusa in the mirror that morning with mascara smudged eyes. It would be nice if anyone stopped by on the many days that I comb my hair and change my clothes, but if that’s what it takes to get…
Some days I feel practically normal and I get a lot done, but other days I just feel S L O W. Unfortunately, I’ve felt kind of slow lately. Fortunately though, my parents and brothers came to visit this weekend. They played with my kid, did my dishes, and even watched Cooper so Noel and I could escape for a one night getaway to a lodge in Vail. (Highlight of the trip: sleeping from 10:30pm-8am. No joke. Parenthood definitely changes…
Everyone thinks that Cooper is Noel’s replica. For some reason, this always makes me feel a little put out. I mean, I would like to think that I have something to do with who Cooper is (not to mention his existence). When we found out about baby #2 I instinctively thought “girl.” I was so sure of it that I frequently referred to the baby as “she” and every time we saw cute girl clothes on clearance Noel had to…
A post like the one below isn’t so much for me to brag about my amazing sewing skills (which are highly overestimated by the way) as it is to brag about the fact that I, Audrey Merket, actually wore something cute and unstained on the same day that I went to the effort to do my hair. When we were briefly living in DC we attended church there. My ears perked up one Sunday when one of the women told…
Once I’ve “come out” about being pregnant I’m all about wearing clothes that show off the bump. When I was pregnant with Cooper I was teaching so I had to look professional most days. Now that I’m not working though, the temptation to just hang out in sweatpants all day long is sometimes much too strong. So, to avoid slipping into too much of a “frump slump,” I set a silly and vain goal that I was going to focus…
We made this last weekend a long one and took a short trip to Las Vegas to visit some of Noel’s family. We had a great time visiting with family and being recipients of their superb hospitality. Everyone of course loved having Cooper around and didn’t want him to leave. It was good for Cooper to spend some time with his namesake (Noel’s grandpa “Tick” Cooper). But, unfortunately he seemed more interested in playing with grandpa’s “toys” than snuggling up…
One of the joys of a second pregnancy is that you show sooner, which is super for me because my body isn’t very good at hiding secrets in the first place. Right now I’m only 12 weeks and some change and to people that know me at all I’m visibly pregnant. (Especially by the end of the day. I swear I just slowly inflate all day long.) Needless to say I’ve been picking my wardrobe carefully the past couple of…
The other day Noel and I were hanging pictures in our living room. To make sure everything was even and centered we measured and then made marks on the wall with a pencil. Unfortunately, Cooper was watching and now thinks you are supposed to draw on the wall with pencil . . . I’m trying to teach him to draw on paper, but he doesn’t seem to find it as satisfying. I suppose in the meantime I can be grateful…
Something big, or shall we say small, is going on at our house. Any guesses? Here are a few hints: