7/7/15

We Love These Wooden Toys // Soopsori









In this last month, playtime has become so fun. Florence's tactile skills have just accelerated opening up a whole new world of toys. I've always loved the idea of wooden toys, their refreshing organic feel appeals over the mass of overly loaded bright plastic ones. Regardless of my stylish preferences, it's usually the tacky ones that get the most use. Florence's recent favorite is the plastic bag of diaper wipes. Lovely. 

However, we've totally won with these super pretty blocks from Soopsori. They're bomb. I'll set her on the floor with these and she practically attacks. My favorite game is, of course, to stack them and then let her knock them down. Her favorite game is, of course,  to try to fit the biggest one in her mouth.

We were gifted our set (which is a mini version of this one) by my friend who saw me oogling over it in a the coolest little gift shop in Austin, Take Heart. I do admit, they're not the cheapest toys, they're more of an investment toy. They'll definitely be handed down through the years. Made to last!


6/23/15

5 Months


Photos taken by Siham Hamdan


 Wow. I get so emotional looking at these pictures. I've looked at them seriously too many times. There is no other way to capture the pure joy and gratefulness we hold for our little girl. She's five months now, going on six, and I'm starting to feel the wheels of time speed up. I'm not going to get all sappy about it though, because the constant change and growth, the new sprouts of hair and first bulge of a white tooth, it's all the beautiful parts of raising your child. The fact that we can't bask in the glorious stages as long as we want to makes us appreciate them so much. The events may reel by faster than we want but the pace also keeps us surviving the sleepless nights and the screaming car rides. Amen for the baby years!


6/8/15

How a Baby Changes Your Relationship


We make ourselves stretch tired arms through the blankets to get closer even if it's just for a "good night". We go on walks, take turns pushing the stroller, we laugh and listen to our small girl babble in the straps below. Dinners are gathered around the coffee table, legs crossed on the floor, Florence bouncing in her jumper next to us. Bath time now replaces happy hour beers and long evenings without bedtimes. Groceries have become our weekly outing. Our living room hears a lot less indie rock and a lot more "wheels on the bus".  

This is the way life looks with three. We've found more joy than we ever prepared for. We've become simple in ways that a parent must. We've dared to keep making our days inspiring. We can testify that babies change things. Here's how we keep finding each other through the change.     

"I made you mashed potatoes, they're in the fridge". This is kind of how our love looks these days. I think a baby simplifies your love for each other. At the end of a long day, the love you need is a back rub or a spare 30 minutes for a shower and combed hair. Simple acts of love become the ebb and flow of everyday relationship. I think it's a beautiful part about having a baby, there are constantly opportunities to serve your partner. "Babe, will you bring me a glass of water", is something I would never would have asked for from Alex before, I would have gotten up to get it myself. Parenthood is very humbling. What you realize very quickly is, I can't do this alone.

Not much else matters. Babies have this amazing ability to turn everything upside down with the snap of their fingers. I have days when I get caught up in my thoughts and I put pressure on myself to start this and do that and then she calls. A small yelp is all it takes to get me across the room, swooping her up, smelling her wrinkly neck rolls. It's amazing how everything else stops so suddenly, and there we are mom and baby rocking back and forth in our our breast feeding world. I have a friend who told me that every time her boyfriend and her get in to a fight, one of them will pull up a picture of Florence on their phone and raise it up in the other's face, kills an argument in a heartbeat. There's something about that innocent set of eyelashes blinking up at you that melts away the useless, pointless energy in our lives. Babies remind us what's actually important.   

Entering into parenthood is kind of like the first trip you take with your serious boyfriend/girlfriend. Everyone tells you, it'll either make you or break you. And it does break you, except in parenting, there's not such an easy way out-so you lean into each other, harder. And that's how it makes you. Because every single decision now is for the family. When you say something you wish you wouldn't have, you're so much quicker to apologize. You're faster to admit you might be hard to love somedays. You make more of an effort to be kind and generous. There is something about keeping the family harmonious. It's so much different than a relationship with two adults-that third dynamic drives everything towards good.   

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I felt that this post would be enriched by a couple other parent's perspectives. I've asked two other new moms to tell us a little about how a baby has changed things for them. Here's what they had to say.

How has your time with your guy changed since baby came?


Emilie: The first thing that came to mind is intimate time. When there is a moment that we are both free and the baby is sleeping, usually one or both of us wants to sleep too. There is a lot less down time. Every moment needs to be used efficiently. I don't even like to watch Netflix unless I am nursing or folding laundry, etc. I feel like I am nursing during most meals, so Chris puts a lot of them together, and brings food to me while I drape a napkin over the baby. This relates to the next question, but I did not realize how much I miss having a meal that I can just concentrate on eating, or rather, not need to concentrate on anything at all!

HannahHonestly, Scott and I have always been pretty low-key. Our evenings before M usually involved eating dinner together and then winding down with a TV show on Netflix - we still do that now, but M is with us. Our social life with friends is still something we pursue, definitely, but it depends on if I'm in the mood to nurse in public and deal with trying to get M to go to sleep in a loud bar/restaurant. We tag-team these efforts so that we still maintain a good relationship with our friends, but it's certainly more work.



What's the hardest thing to let go of from your pre-baby days?


Emilie: We definitely want to hold on to going out with friends (who don't have babies). Since she is little we have brought her to some parties, and our friends pass her around, but as she gets more of a schedule, it is becoming clear that we will not be able to have as many late nights with friends. Soon we will have to get a babysitter if we both want to attend an evening social activity.

HannahHmmm…. personally, my get-things-done attitude. I have ALWAYS been a busy-body (the type of person that has to have something to do even while watching a movie) and that has certainly had to change since M came along purely for my sanity. I basically can't make a to-do list for the day, even if I REALLY want to, because inevitably things WON'T get done and then I end up feeling very frustrated and overwhelmed. Relationship-wise, I suppose having the freedom to be intimate whenever we wanted is gone. M has to be asleep otherwise I am too distracted with worrying about her to enjoy intimacy. 


What things have been gained since baby came?


Emilie: Our relationship with our parents has deepened significantly. We understand them better, and to an extent, they understand us better, because we so acutely share the emotions of parenthood. I have come to respect motherhood as a lifestyle, my body in it's capacity to nurture life, and as grandiose as it sounds, a deeper respect for all living things. My baby's life is so precious to me that I value the lives of others much more deeply. 

HannahFor me, learning to slow down. She has forced me to abandon my to-do lists daily. Some days we literally spend the whole day snuggling on the couch because she is just having a rough day and I am slowly learning to soak that up instead of be frustrated by it. For us, I feel that we have a renewed sense of working together to achieve a common goal. Not to say we don't lose our patience with each other, but for the most part, we tag-team to take care of M and that has been really positive for our relationship. I am learning that he respects me in this roll as "mom" and I love watching him be a dad.


What things have been lost since she came?


Emilie: Sleep, body self-consciousness, make up as a form of cover-up, pottery and breakables at floor level, attempts to create a sophisticated home decor. 

HannahIn my life, my need for alone time has had to be put on the back-burner, which has been exhausting. As a true introvert, I need space and being her life source has not allowed for that much at all. I do find myself getting more easily flustered at the end of the day and at the end of the week - I think purely because I haven't had time to myself. For Scott and I, intimacy has been the hardest adjustment. It took me WAY longer than 6 weeks to heal - I didn't start feeling even okay until about 10 weeks and then I didn't feel good enough to even enjoy sex until probably 12 weeks. We have had to change our sex life some, as noted above, as well as be more communicative about what feels good for me as that has changed too. We are working through it, though, and will probably be better lovers in the end for it.



What areas of your relationship have been strengthened now that you have a baby together?

Emilie: We work together. She has consumed our attentions, and share a love for her that is unique between the two of us. 

HannahAgain, a sense of shared purpose has been strengthened. When Scott gets home from work, he takes M off my hands so that I can do something to unwind, like cook dinner or tidy the house (I know, strange, but those things really do help me relax). We find ourselves talking about what we want her to experience, as well as things we can't wait to do as a family. It's fun to work together on this parenting thing ;) I feel like we both, out of necessity, have had to learn how to be more patient with each other and with M. I find that we both try to pause before we react in an effort to keep things calm and be less reactionary.



What areas have been challenged?


Emilie: We had our first fight in which I raised my voice and became accusatory. I was surprised that it was rooted in my deep protectiveness of our daughter. Though Chris would do anything for me, and anything to improve my life as the mother of his child, I felt that he was not acting as though he would do anything for the child, who had suddenly become more important to me than my own life. For example, I feel as though everyone who has come to visit and help us, and Chris too, have taken care of Linnea so I could sleep. But I felt like they were doing so at the expense of her comfort. I would much rather have woken earlier to prevent her from being hungry for any longer than needed, but I felt like people were trying to 'protect me' from tiredness in a way that I did not want to be protected. 

HannahOther than our sex life, we have basically switched rolls professionally and that has been challenging for me. Scott was a student for the past 4 years and I was the one bringing home the money. I never imagined that those rolls switching would be so hard for me. It hasn't been difficult for him, I suppose. He always wished he could be the one working instead of me, so he is really enjoying this new phase of his professional life. However, it has been so challenging for me to accept my new roll as a mom. I find that sometimes I am resentful and even jealous of Scott being able to pursue his professional career, but when I think about going back to work I know that I would rather be here raising M - it's tough, haha. I guess the challenge for Scott on that front has been figuring out how to support me in this new roll, making sure I feel appreciated and needed and purposeful.




What has helped you both get through those hard/stressed days?


Emilie: We discovered that after a day that I am home alone with Linnea, I need time that Chris holds her and I do something, like the dishes, or grocery shopping, to re-charge and to feel like an effective individual. 

HannahTag-teaming. That and doing something together either after M has gone to sleep or on the weekends doing something as a family. When I think about our most stressed moments as parents, usually when M is screaming or won't go to sleep, we take short "shifts" in getting her to calm down. And I mean SHORT shifts - when she's at her worst we take 5-10 minute shifts trying to get her to calm down. Usually it doesn't take more than 30 min to an hour to get her calm again, so while one of us is dealing with her, the other is taking deep breaths and unwinding. When we finally get her calm, we try to do something together whether that be watching a show on Netflix or sitting on the couch together while we each read something of interest to ourselves. Sundays are a nice day for us to do something as a family during the day, like go for a walk around our neighborhood or grab brunch somewhere new.


What has surprised you about your spouse as a parent?


Emilie: Just how much he loves her. He makes up songs, and does crazy things to make her smile. She has become his muse.

HannahScott has always been a sensitive, compassionate man. Watching him embrace that all the more with M has been such a joy to witness. He also lets his silly side show more, which is fun :) He is always telling M how beautiful and smart she is - I love seeing how he is already starting to build a trusting and encouraging relationship with her.



Has your love/trust changed for your spouse?


Emilie: I am more confident in his love. 

HannahI know now more than ever how much he respects me as a woman. When I was working, I didn't necessarily need him to tell me that he respected me - I felt respected and needed at work. However, when I became a mom my self-confidence and sense of purpose (and honestly my pride) took a surprising dip. After being honest with Scott about this he told me how much he respects me and appreciates my roll as a mom. He makes sure to tell me that often, especially after a hard day. That, in turn, translates to me loving and trusting him more :)


After a long day, what is the best thing your partner can do for you? 


Emilie: Easy-- hold the baby, and if need be, get her to fall asleep. 

HannahTake M off my hands. Starting at about 4:00 in the afternoon, I am just done. Done with dealing with her crying, done with changing diapers, done with being covered in spit up, done with being a walking boob. The first thing he does when he gets home is reach his arms out and take M from me and I feel such a huge lift (literally and figuratively) off my chest. I can feel myself take a deep breath when Scott gets home because I know I am going to have a break. I love being M's momma and staying home has been a good thing for me overall, but man, at the end of the day I am just done.


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Thank you so much Emilie and Hannah for sharing a glimpse of your precious lives with us! It's so reassuring to hear how similar our needs are as mothers, and how a baby pushes the boundaries of our relationships, always making us more on the other side of it.  Emilie Maierhofer lives with her husband, Chris, and daughter Linnea in Detriot, MI. Hannah Key is mom to Maxine Gean and lives with her hubby, Scott, in Houston, TX. She also runs her own amazing photography business, read her blog here!

ps. This post about parenting and love by one of my favorite bloggers is so good. 

5/25/15

The Dream Boy List



In high school my girlfriends and I wrote a list of the things we wanted in a man. We called it the "Dream Boy List". It's merely 10 pages were lined with elaborate qualifications for the perfect dream boy that our 16 year old hearts were holding out for. Of course, the list detailed each and every one of our absolute non-negotiables. It included important characteristics like, "wears hemp necklaces and converse shoes", "listens to Dash Board Confessional" and "is fit but not too fit", as well as some more minor qualities such as, "is kind to children", "isn't awkward" and "treats his mom well". It was a master list. We spent countless afternoons with our feet kicked up, hair flattened out on the bed delighting away at our curated dream boy. We had no idea what men are really like. We had no idea what love is really like.

In college my list had evolved a bit. This time it wasn't typed out and stapled pages for girls to pass around at a sleep over, but I had a mental list. I had a visual outline. I'd know if it "felt" right. I had learned a few things in my dating years. Red flags are pretty easy to spot. Texts but doesn't call. RED FLAG. Only calls late at night. RED FLAG. Doesn't ask you anything about yourself. RED FLAG! Asks you to drive and gives you the wrong directions and wants you to pay for your own movie ticket. RED. FLAG. I was getting closer to cracking the man code, but I still held tight to my superficial ideals. I still wanted him to dress in retro t-shirts and have unkempt hair and like camping.

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When I met Alex he had no hair. It was buzzed down to a dull brown stubble. He was wearing sports clothes. He had never been camping.

The thing I didn't know before that I know now is that it's actually the unexpected things that keep you, the things that sneak up on you when you're not looking. It might have been that Detriot Tigers hat or the manly beard that first got you, but it's the Dad that donates to the boy at the door whose raising money for his baseball team that keeps you. The boyfriend who cleans the house to welcome you home that makes you collapse into him. It's the things you can't anticipate that you actually fall for.

When people who haven't met Alex ask me what I like about him, often I find myself sputtering off silly things, but truly I think that's when you know you've got something good. The big normal stuff becomes lost next to all the tactile, intimate moments you've shared. Your view of them becomes something no longer separate, but almost a part of your own reflection, impossible to depict with any real amount of clarity.

The night I gave birth to our daughter, Alex was by my side. In the months leading up to that night, I had gone through the various scenarios in my head of how he was going to handle this humanly chaotic, intense process of child birth. I warned him that it would be quite grotesque, that I would probably be quite frantic and moody and everything that a laboring woman should be. I knew medical things made him nervous. He nearly fainted in the hospital room while visiting after my dad's heart attack. I gave him the pre-approval to excuse himself out of the labor and delivery room if he needed to. But that night he didn't need to leave the room. He didn't get nervous or anxious or worn out. He stayed and smiled and spoke only enough to keep me remembering I could do this. In my desperation, between the wails and the moans, I remember looking down at his hands around mine thinking, these were meant for loving me. 

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There are things that I would put on my list now, if I was to rewrite that dream boy. My new list would include an archive of things like,
Responds to me in Spanish when he's half asleep.
Makes up a dorky new nickname for me on a daily basis.
Will always beat me at Geography even though I have a degree in it.
Will always win at Risk.
Makes eggs for breakfast everyday. Everyday.
Gives me history lessons about the city on our afternoon drives.
Wears flip flops in the shower.

These are the things I never knew I'd want. I couldn't have written them down in a list. Their value would have been unknown to me then.


4/19/15

Weekends that are sweet


Mmm hmm, this was one of those weekends, full of delicious moments-a real nap, a family outing to the bar (are we bad parents?!), a run in the rain, an eggy breakfast on Sunday. Maybe it's just been a good combination of all things coming together, catching up. We've been in Atlanta just over a month now and maybe, just maybe, things are beginning to connect? I've also done a lot of self pruning lately. You see, I'm a recovering perfectionist (a description I stole from Brené Brown's book, Gifts of Imperfection) so it is in my nature to be always looking for areas that need a touch up. But lately, my self critique has been healthy-like in the letting go/acceptance way. The phrase I keep saying in my head, "Get on with it". 

Listening to other people helps when teaching yourself a lesson. In my case, the same lessons over and over. You see, I love writing, but usually I hate it too. Because once something is written, there it is, just sitting there with a million little evil imperfect faces just smiling back at you, like "heeeey". Then you take it the next step and share that stuff with other people (yep, this is a blogger saying it) and it takes the anxiety factor to another level. But here's what I've learned about not doing what you love just because it's not perfect, if you don't start just doing it-you never will. I love what Glennon Doyle Melton of the Momastery says about this too, " Waiting, she explains, is doing yourself a disservice. "It's a little teeny closet where you can hide and not get to the work of your life," she says. "It's a little too safe there."

I can't tell you how many times I've started a blog. At least 10. At night I have a so many ideas in my head and by the time I've finished scribbling them on a post-it, I'm ready to cross every single one off again, "you're a bad idea, you are too". Well, I want to decide to be braver. To live with the bad ideas. To let them laugh at me with their sour faces, because at least I'm working on something, which isn't nothing. So, my mantra: Get on with it. 

What are you stopping yourself from doing? 

A few other things I'm allowing myself, 
  • to wear the same thing, often (here's why)
  • to eat carbs because they're delicious
  • to be fine with an under-furnished, non-artsy apartment
  • contemplate bangs, even though I just successfully grew them out (why is that always the case?!)



Stay tuned for my upcoming post series, Wild Women. Interviews with everyday women who lead extraordinary ordinary lives. 

xo  





4/17/15

On Having a Family of Girls




They are three of seven. My mother has seven granddaughters. We have no grandsons, not one boy to rustle the feathers, to chase the shrieking white-haired sisters as they scurry through the grass. It's a beautiful evolution actually, a formation of swans in a stream. From the beautiful first born, my niece, Adelyn, to the newest granddaughter, my daughter, Florence, we've welcomed each little face as it emerges with it's own kind of grace and beauty. Nodding in amazement as the "sisters" of our family appear, one after another. Adelyn, Sierra, Lauren, Emily, Yahwen, Julie, Florence. 

I wanted to surprise my grandmother when I found out I was pregnant. I flew to Minnesota and waited for her champagne Buick to greet me at the airport curb. I waited until we were out of the car before telling her I had news and she should sit down for it. I handed her our first ultrasound picture, the black and white marbled baby that would be her newest grandchild. She looked up at me through wet eyes and said, "Do you think it will be a boy?!". I did. I thought it would be a boy.

When Alex and I found out we were having a girl, I was a mess. I hadn't imagined what a daughter would be like. I was thinking trains and planes and dirt bikes. I was thinking he'd be a little Alex. I hadn't seriously considered my chances of having my own daughter, an almost sacred thought. 

My great-grandmother ate butterscotch candies. She was the last living family member to speak fluent Norwegian. Her refrigerator was a mosaic of pictures, layers of  Kodak faces, her grandchildren and great grandchildren, almost all of them girls. I believe she is the beginning of all this. The Lake Itasca. I remember studying the blue veins on her under-circulating hands, looking back they look more like a map of tributaries; she had the next generation of little women flowing on the backs of her hands. 

I can't imagine holding any other little person, now. Florence is my girl. She was always coming. Last week at church we dropped Florence off at the nursery. I received a text about 15 minutes into the service, "Mom, can you come for Florence?". On the walk over to the nursery, I'm trying to consider the possible scenarios. Is she screaming? Is she hurt? Will she recognize me right away? When I get to the door I see one of the caretakers swaying around with Florence in her arms. She's crying a rather subdued cry, but it's insistent. I'm surprised that the lady doesn't hand her over to me right away, instead, she asks how to make Florence feel comforted. "Ah-umm", I stutter. I've never had to explain it in words, I've already forgotten my learning process. Now, my hands swaddled without thought, rocking is almost a habit. "I think she likes this", I say holding her upright against my chest. I bounce with my knees. But part of me knows it's not just the right hold or the bounce that calms her down.   

As I go into her room to pull her awake from her nap, I peel back the blanket that has loosened and wiggled up around her warm cheeks. I stand over her for a moment remembering what a fellow mom told me once, that every mother needs a daughter. I smile. My daughter is number seven.  







4/8/15

Atlanta, a first glance


I remember standing over the kitchen sink, looking across the counter at Alex, the both of us letting the fullness of our recent decision to move to Atlanta sink in. "Only two years", we both said nodding, agreeing our move away from our beloved city (Austin, TX) would be short-term. We packed up our 2 bedroom apartment in one week and watched it all be sloughed away into the backend of a moving truck. We boarded a one-way flight with toothbrushes and an air mattress, and 2 hours later we started life in Atlanta. 

It's pretty strange how abruptly life changes shape. 


The first thing I fell in love with in Atlanta was the flowers. This one specifically, the yellow lantern magnolia. We have a pussy willow tree outside our balcony, it started blooming the day we moved in. It's a blessing we moved in March, in the spring. Who isn't motivated by the grass greening up and the birds singing again? Actually, the birds can quiet down a little on Saturday mornings, please.
  


One of our favorite spots is the belt line, a wonderful paved trail system circling the heart of the city. Once a railroad, the belt line is now a heavily used walking/biking trail that is revitalizing saddened areas of the city, the whole idea was one grad student's thesis


The beer is tasting good. Something we've enjoyed about being in a new place is learning about the local microbreweries and ordering something new every time we go out. I'm limited to one pint since I'm breastfeeding, I milk that one beer like honey. We've liked what we've tried from Sweet Water. *Edit, we're both limited to one beer now, Alex has decided he's going to get that washboard stomach he's always wanted. 







We live three blocks from downtown and although it doesn't share the warm buzz of Austin's downtown, there are some fun attractions. We're saving up for tickets to the Aquarium, which is supposed to be pretty extravagant. 


Amidst all the new surroundings, there's home. All my favorite moments are here. Mornings with Florence under the covers. Bath times in our sunny little tub. Humid afternoons with national geographic and microwave popcorn. And coffee table dinners (we haven't bought dining chairs yet). We're still in the first phase, but things are starting to feel right. I'm soon to do a little apartment tour, a glance into life as a stay-at-home mom, and how to make do with the furnishings you have.