11 months (10 days late)

11 months?

how did that happen??

well my little man all I have to say is: leaps and bounds.

you're growing up in leaps and bounds.

you and I have conversations now.

I ask you 'how did you sleep baby' and you reply 'addsubbbs bueejah mmrrm leedibuh rroooo rrooo.'

which I interpret 'I slept beautifully mama love rue rue'

we have conversations like that all the time, and I look forward to the day that I can actually understand you.

on your 11th monthiversay you were very sick and threw up on me and then you made it all better by taking your first three steps. It was miraculously fun to watch. You haven't tried it again though, so I am enjoying the last few weeks of you crawling, ever.

just this weekend you became a sweet little snuggle bug. I will rephrase and say you've always been sweet, but you have never been a snuggle bug. Out of the blue you crawled up to me and nuzzled your head in my neck. And then later that day you crawled up to me and put your head on my knees. And you haven't stopped the spontaneous snuggling & nuzzling. I am SO happy about it too. Another new development is whenever you see a blanket you will dive headfirst onto it, lay flat and wiggle around like a fish, all while smiling and giggling/squealing/shrieking with delight. So I purposely leave your soft blankets around the house, cause it's just so.darn.cute.

you make me very proud. I love getting to know the little amazing person that you are.

happy 11 months of life!

xo, Mama

red peckers & roller coasters

{tired arms from waving a white flag}

The Brink Haus has seen some high high's and some looow lowwwww's today.

It all started with a frantic cry from his room at 12:30 last night.

As usual I reached into the crib to find his pacifier and re-plug, but what I found instead was a warm puddle of vomit. I turn on the light and see Rue crying and rubbing his eyes/heads/face with little vomit hands. 'Chris [I know you have to get up at 6 to shovel your car and give a presentation to the owner of your company on your new design and you need your brain working tomorrow, but I need you to come here and] help!'

So we get him cleaned up, new bedding, and he's sleeping again within minutes. I figure [hope really] that his tummy must've been upset and it's nothing to worry about. I doze off to sleep.

Around 1:30 I hear him cry again. More vomit. At that point I realized it is something more serious and probably is that strange vomit/viral bug that has been traveling around all the church kids. [MOMS OUT THERE- If your kid is sick puhlease, DON'T bring them to play-dates!] I laid awake for another hour or two racked with anxiety. Of course there was nothing more that I could do at that point, but I'm his mother....it's my job to worry.

This morning he woke up an hour later than usual, we snuggled in bed and everything seemed hunky dory. Until, you guessed it, more vomit. I called our pediatrician and he confirmed based on symptoms that it is a viral 24-48 bug going around. With some extra TLC the afternoon seemed to have finally turned around. He was happy and eating and talking away. Then out of the blue came the screaming. The frantic screaming. The being cut with ten thousand little daggers screaming. I couldn't figure it out! I took him upstairs to change his diaper and what do I find? A huge crap and terrible diaper rash, with the worst of it on le Pecker. Thanks to my 3-day long STUPID HEAD COLD, I couldn't smell his overly full diaper! mom fail.

Uggghhhhhhhhhhhh. Rue, if you read this someday, I am SO SORRY. [I only have the best intentions when it comes to your pecker. And I don't mean that in an awkward way. I'm gonna stop typing my thoughts now.] So, I'm feeling like I earned a crappy mom award.

I can't breathe, my kid has a red pecker, and it's only wednesday.

Mr. Moo-moo & the sled brigade

We [finally!] had our first snow day of the year!

A little powder, a new fuzzy hat and a brand new sled from the G-P's made this fun afternoon possible.

Mr. Moo-moo L-O-V-E-D his first sledding experience and we loved being the reindeer that pulled him around. Isn't that a funny thing about being a parent? You actually don't need to have fun yourself, but when your kid has fun, you do too!?

Donned in a super dense 3-6 month bear cub sleeper [you think I should update my kids' winter wardrobe?] little man could hardly move but that did not keep him from having a blast! Kicking his feet, giggling, and flashing us his 2 pearly whites. Oh, be still my heart!

a talented pair

A story I forgot to share:

A while back I was changing Rue. Well, trying to. He's a moving target.

So he was squirming allll over the place. I nearly couldn't hold him down any longer.

In the blink of an eye he had flipped over, crouched onto his knees and then stood up and had reached into the baskets on the shelf next to the changing station. Then...it happened. His feet slipped from under him and fell feet first, into.......

The hamper.

The hamper full of cushioning dirty clothes. There aren't many moments that I am proud of neglecting full hampers...but that day, I WAS PROUD.

This is a mom fail moment that made me laugh instead of cry, and I especially want to remember laughing moments.

:)

a holiday pho-tauge collection

i've been slacking in the cute photo department.

no longer!

here are some darling recents!

Thankfully I swam in her gene pool:

my family including my rue's great grandma D!

celebrating our first family christmas

great grandma D

new hat. new shirt.

Christmas Sunggles.

Rue's first sled!

looking like a little/big boy!

bathtime/two teethies

daddy & rue snuggles

my, what a big belly you have!

Hoods up, Glocks out

That's my man-handling motto for 2011 : Hoods up, Glocks out.

2010 rocked my world hard and instead of begging the new year to be gentle with me, I've decided to be proactive. I'm gonna kick some ass and take some names!

So here's my ballsy new year's resolutions list in no particular order:

1. Get out of debt

2. Spend more QT with my favorite people

3. Purge! Rid my life of excess things and time robbers

4. Allow myself more grace. I am still growing up after all

5. Make time to pursue my art

6. Spend more time in the kitchen trying new recipes

5. {in a slightly uncertain, sheepish voice} get pregnant?

That last one's 'the doozy' for me since becoming a mom was the most difficult part of 2010. But the hard days are behind me and the bad memories have faded. I am so in love with my son and I can totally see the shiny in this whole mom deal. So, we'll see!?

Cheers friends! I hope you too have made some kickin' resolutions for yourself.

2011 HOLLA.

cheers 2010

What a heck of a year it's been. The best and worst year of my life.

The birth of my son - best. Two years of marriage celebrated - best.

First 4 months of his life - worst. Health issues - worst.

I can't wait for a new year. A fresh start. Kind of like having a horrible day and by the end of it you are dying to crawl into your bed and go to sleep. There's no guarantee that tomorrow will be better, but you hope it will be. That's how it's been around here.

Dress up. Pop the Champagne. Cheers. Bottoms Up!

I haven't fallen into a black hole in case you were wondering

I'm baaaaaaaack!

My brief blogging hiatus was not intentional. No...I've been suffering what is called 'my6montholdMacdiedandthebatterywon'tcharge' syndrome. It's been quite severe and as you can well imagine it was painful. But, with some patience and a christmas miracle she came back to life. So here I am!

I missed it! My blog, and friends, and comments, and your blogs. I will need a few days to catch up on everything that has happened in your ya'lls blogospheres.

Christmas has come and gone but the good memories stay. Baby's First Christmas was a success. But frankly I don't know why I bothered to buy toys...I could've wrapped my tupperware and he would've been fascinated! My in-laws showered him with gifts of course, but thank goodness nothing sings/lights up/plays annoying songs. My sister in law Amy and her husband Mike [along with their tiny yappy chihuahua Bella] where here to share the holiday with us too. It was a full.house. But it was fun. We ate, and ate....and ATE for 5 days straight. My skinny jeans look painted on now. Cue 2011 New Year's Resolutions [Pilates]

But back to the food - I made the infamous Pumpkin Cream Pie and Spicy Molasses Ginger cookies all by Pioneer Woman. DEEEEELISH. And Ina's Engagement Roast Chicken [shaaa-mazing]. Ohhh and I can't forget to tell you about Christmas morning breakfast : Bourbon French toast & pepper bacon. Uh huh...yep. I was redic-ulicious!

Our tree was packed with presents, our bellies were full, our fire roared, & our house was cheery. It was indeed a good holiday and a wonderful end to a beautifully strange year.

2011, I can't wait to see what you have in store.

10 months [alternatively titled 'Hide Your Daughters']

eat your heart out world, my baby is TEN months old today!

Kiddo, I spend my days watching you grow, learn, fall down, and relearn.

You are breath-takingly adorbs.

With each day you seem to take on new words, new babbles, new phrases.

Just today you sang to me nearly verbatim the tune of 'oh christmas tree'.

I only started singing you that song YESTERDAY.

(although strangely enough, you STILL don't say Mama)

You have just 2 teeth, count em, 2.

You are a FOODIE if I've ever seen one!!!

You actually get MAD at me if I don't give you the food that I'm eating.

So far the only thing you have ever spit out in disgust is brown rice cereal, which I assume is because quite simply it's tasteless and awful.

I find that so endearing ;)

Someday we will travel the world together and you will learn all the names of amazing foods and we will eat it ALL.

Until then, I will keep giving you my lentils and watch you chomp with glee.

I love you Rue Rabbit.

Antoine Dodson

We have mice.

I'm sure most city dwellers have them.

They are smart ones. Somehow they have avoided our peanut butter & nutella laced traps.

I don't know exactly how we'll catch these little vermin but one things for sure :

they will meet their maker. In the immortal words of Antoine Dodson.

'Hide yo' kids, hide yo' wife, hide yo' husbands, cause we're killing erre'body in here!'

so.sad.

isn't that the most adorable/sad little face you've ever seen?

pooooor baby.

burned his palm and thumb on the radiator.

it was heartwrenching.

and let me just say it is not easy to keep a crawling baby from crawling, nor is it easy to keep wounds clean. it's also nearly impossible to keep a bandaid on a baby.

thankfully my neighbor is an EMT and he said it looks as though it's healing nicely.

but gosh, that doesn't comfort a mama much.

Road Warriors/Having too much fun to take pictures

A candid thanksgiving [in so many ways]

Looking glam at Dave & Jo's wedding [in my mom's Diane Von Furstenberg dress]

'reading' Dr. Seuss

Mah lil turkey

The littlest brink, the biggest road warrior of us all

new highchair!

hanging with Great Grandpa Frank

'Having too much fun to take pictures.'

That's what I realized when I looked through my small photo album from last week. Too much fun to remember photos. We drove and drove and drove [which was surprisingly fun] and made lots of pit stops at Ikea and Anthropologie and our friend Matt & Cassie's house. We drank lots of coffee, and sang silly rhyming songs to keep our little beeber entertained for 27 hours of travel in 4 days. YES FOLKS. 27 HOURS. After an overnighter in CT we eventually made it to Maine; [but not without a pit stop to the NH tax free liquor store] only to wake up and drive back down to NH for Thanksgiving day's festivities. We hugged the family, chatted it up, drank some drink, had inappropriate table talk, ate just enough to feel icky, and watched Rue shine as the star of the show. He was loving the attention.

It was a grand, lovely, simple, joyful day.

We returned home saturday [with another stop at the NH liquor store.....gotta stock up for the holidays!] just in time for our friend David and Johannah's wedding. Most of the photos that my husband took of me were while I was dancing after I had a few drinks. OH, so not flattering.

Hope you had a lovely holiday!!

holiday road trip

Tonight at 5:30 our little family will be hopping in a car and driving to New England for Thanksgiving! Road Trip!!!

A lot of my husbands' family hasn't met Mr. Baby yet, so we are excited to spend this holiday with them and have them meet the first grand baby of the family! [shhh...don't tell, but next year there will be a cousin to join Rue's crew...as there is a bebe baking in the oven right now...and no, I'm not pregnant ;) but someone in the family is!

Armed with organic puffs, a front facing car seat, a crinkly book and silly faces, this mama is prepared to entertain baby Rue for 20+ hours in 4 days. Wish us luck!

In case I don't get to post again before the holiday, I want to wish everyone a very very happy thanksgiving. I hope you get to share the special day with loved ones and delicious food.

xx, Y

quote of the day

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud

was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Anais Nin

T-day

T-Day.

Turkey day.

Thanksgiving.

Whatever your preference....

we all can agree it's a happy day of [over] feasting with family!

I love Thanksgiving.

But; I have a confession.

Two actually.

1. Almost always, I think turkey is boring and horribly dry.

2. I don't REALLLLLLY love pumpkin as much as one is supposed to. I do, LOVE the flavor.

But there is a weird texture thing. And something is just, MISSING?

Thankfully, I found a kindred spirit who feels the same way. The Pioneer Woman. I just stumbled upon her blog, and oh mah word, ya'll. All her food looks killer! She is sarcastic. [Food and Sarcasm = the girl is speaking my language!] And to make her an even more credible food blogger I will name drop and say she was recently featured on Bobby Flay's Thanksgiving Throw Down. So I don't know about you, but I think tis' wise to make the food of a woman that held her ground next to Bobby.

She shares my pumpkin pie sentiment. So I was excited to see she created a pumpkin creme pie that looks ahhh-mazing. Lets just hope I can convince my strict punkin' lovin' family to indulge in this little beauty! I told my skeptical husband about it, and he insisted that I try it out first, so it can be 'perfect' for Christmas. See? I told you. Strict Punkin' Lover!

Isn't that pie just beautiful!?

I can't wait to try it.

Recipe found here on Pioneer Woman.

Bon appétit!

7 foods even farmers won't eat

I am a bit of a granola. I might not look like one or smell like one, but I do pay attention to what I put in my body. I love to cook as much home grown, farm bought, fresh and natural foods as possible. I am always looking for little things I can do to improve mine, and my family's health.

Since I'm not made of money, I can't buy everything organic, but I do what I can.

I recently found an interesting article '7 foods even a farmer won't eat'. My interest was piqued and I checked it out. No surprise, microwave popcorn was on there. But canned tomatoes?

It's definitely worth reading!

Have you heard of the 'dirty dozen'? It's a list of foods that contain the most pesticides when non-organic.

12 Most Contaminated

• Peaches
• Apples
• Sweet Bell Peppers
• Celery
• Nectarines
• Strawberries
• Cherries
• Pears
• Grapes (Imported)
• Spinach
• Lettuce
• Potatoes

12 Least Contaminated

• Onions
• Avocado
• Sweet Corn (Frozen)
• Pineapples
• Mango
• Asparagus
• Sweet Peas (Frozen)
• Kiwi Fruit
• Bananas
• Cabbage
• Broccoli
• Papaya

Also, I heard that buying organic coffee is a must-do!

Found both lists here.

Hope this helps you to deicide what foods you should buy organic, and what you can afford!

Happy shopping!

xo, Y

fall family fotos

Recently, our talented friend Claire took family photos for us. She is a fantastic photographer and we had the pleasure of working with her for my maternity photos & Ruehl's 9 day old photos.

Here are a few of my favorites!

xx, Y

Rue Magazine

Lo and behold, there is an online fashion/home decor magazine called Rue. So cute!

[I am quite partial to all things Rue, after all]

The magazine just came out with it's premier issue, and from what I can tell, I like!

Enjoy.

xo, Y

9 months.

you are 9 months old muffin!

biggest month marker so far because you have lived as long on the outside as you did on the inside.

that makes pregnancy seem like an eternity!

you climb the entire flight of stairs in under 10 seconds.

this happens of course when I am fixing you a bottle, and forget to put the gate up.

suddenly you are at the top and my heart skips a beat.

you have graduated to a 'big boy' bath and you L.O.V.E. bath time.

splashing around, playing with your toys.

you are still sporting 2 bottom teeth, but we are rooting on your top four which seem to be come in together. ouchie.

you love to eat puffs, and it only took you a day to get your pincher fingers down pat.

you have great motor skills.

sometimes in the morning as you wait for me to come get you, I hear you singing.

other times you are really quiet and when I peek in your room to see what you're up to, I find you standing in the corner of the crib, holding the curtain back and peering out the window.

daddy and I think you are RAD.

xo,

mama

well, they certainly got the TRICK part down.

Happy Halloween? Not so much.

To start this blog right, I will preface it with the fact that *we sort-of live in the ghetto*

The first wave of kids that showed up were teen moms with their two year olds in strollers.

The second wave of were kids that scoffed when we only gave them two pieces of candy.

The third was a kid that opened my front door and took some candy. Granted, it was the neighbor boy, but stiiiill.....opening my door? IDON'TTHINKSO.

The last boy was a 14 year old, no costume, no candy bucket and he was on his cell phone. Just stuck his hand out.

The next morning I realized my giant pumpkin had been stolen, and smashed down the street.

Add the pumpkin to the list of things that have been stolen:

2 umbrellas

a Mum

For the love of all that is good and holy, what the hell is wrong with this neighborhood??

I am already dreaming of living in a safe suburban cookie cutter neighborhood, where my neighbors are polite and are THANKFUL for free candy and I can walk around with my boy and enjoy the holiday. For now, I just won't keep anything else on my porch.