I like to geek out on interior design so very much that I am often moved to pull room inspirations together even when it applies to me personally in absolutely NO way. I saw this rug on Urban Outfitter and I just loved it and instantly and thought it could make the perfect centerpiece for a girl’s nursery design. Just some imaginary girl, not mine. No baby. I repeat, no baby. I liked how the soft pinks are contrasted in the rug with grays and black. Pair it with clean lined furniture, geometric shapes and some animal accents, it makes for a girly, but modern room. Since I do enjoy working on these so much for no reason, I might as well start a little series to share them.
I had a feeling that it would be pretty fun dressing baby bear this summer. He’s at the age where he doesn’t look like a tiny old man when you try to dress him in miniature versions of big people clothes. Sorry I’m not sorry that was a confusing sentence. Shorts, tanks and tees are pretty much his uniform. H&M and Old Navy are great sources for adorbs shorts. For tees, you can’t beat the $5 Circo tees from Target (not pictured). But, I haven’t been able to help myself from splurging on a few indy designer tees. I wish I was a little bit taller? Me too baby bear, me too.
I’m all geared up to start building out Baby Des’ spring wardrobe. The older he gets, the more jazzed I am about having some fun with his style. When he was just a little blob that sat there, my favorite thing to put him in was a basic onesie. But now the notion of him needing to wear shoes soon means he needs cool clothes to go with his cool shoes. Here are a few of my favorites:
This guy changes so much day by day. I just watch him in wonderment.
Stripes are the new black.
The lack of decor in our bedroom is not doing our beautiful mid-century modern furniture any Justice. Sigh. Someday soon.
Sunday family brunch has become a weekly production of pretty epic proportions.
We’re kind of obsessed with making old fashioneds.
Pumping at a client then pumping in the back seat of a rental mini van filled with co-workers. That happened.
The world today is so fast paced and our babies grow up so fast. I’m finding that I constantly remind myself to “stop and take in this moment right here because it’ll never happen again.” There are so many distractions in our day-to-day lives that I relish in the chance to get away for a moment and focus on the people who mean the most to me in this world. We’ve been making it a weekend ritual to head over to Rocky River Park – a hidden West side gem – for a few hours of quality family time. We lay out a blanket, eat some snacks and just enjoy each other and the view. Those few hours have become so sacred to me. And it makes me feel a little less guilty for all those hours I spend away from him at work.
This is so overdue, but Charlie and I are proud to introduce the newest member of our family Desmond Michael Eisenstat. I have been out of blogging commission the last few months to enjoy and adjust to life as a new mom. And what an adjustment it is. But more on that later. I’ll start at the beginning with Des’ birth story. His due date was April 25th and on April 17th I had to stop working because I was so literally bed ridden with back pain it’s not even funny. Plus, there had been some low fetal movement and increased amniotic fluid going on so I had to go to the Dr’s office every other day for a fetal stress test. I wanted nothing more than for this kid to make his appearance and I was convinced he would be two weeks late in true first baby fashion. It just so happened that two people had given me the advice to get a pedicure, so I thought maybe there’s something to this. On Monday the 22nd I got a pedicure at 2 in the afternoon and I was in labor by midnight! It works ladies. Except when I went into labor I was in labor denial. A week prior I had woke with the same exact pain in my lower abdomen that felt like an excruciating cramp that never went away. Unlike contractions that supposedly come and go. When I went to the hospital it was nothing, nada, zip. Turns out it was a Braxton Hicks episode because real labor felt exactly the same. But I didn’t know it at the time so I roamed around the house in the wee hours of the morning trying to wait for this cramp to pass. It didn’t and eventually my moaning woke up Charlie and my mother in law. A few hours later they convinced me we should probably go to the hospital. I thought I was going to die in the car and I guess that makes sense because when we got to the hospital I was 9 centimeters dilated people. Nine centimeters! Both relief and fear came over me. I had done it all on my own and we were practically at the finish line. But OMG is this baby about to come out right now? No he wasn’t because it took another 5 hours for the last centimeter. When the Dr. warned me it could still be a while because his head was still rather high up, I had to give in and get the epidural. What was I so afraid of? It didn’t hurt at all. And I was still super proud of myself for making it so far with out one. After an hour and 45 mins of pushing my little miracle entered the world – a little blue because the cord was around his neck – but still absolutely perfect! Seven lbs 5 oz and 21 inches of pure perfection. It’s an indescribable feeling to meet the tiny little human you’ve been growing for nine months. To love someone so much when you’ve just only met them. Special thanks to my husband who was such a rock star through all of it. Yes, I know how lucky I am. We’ve been so blessed and its only just begun!