To my surprise, I’ve made four sales in 19 days.  WooHoo!  My Etsy store is starting to look a bit sparse so I’ll need to take some time to create some new things to list.  It’s been a while.  Here is a picture of my latest sales:

On Saturday, January 30th, Brody will be having his 3-month photos professionally taken by a local photographer who is coming to us (this will be interesting).

I have absolutely NO clue what to dress Brody in.  Any suggestions on how to dress a 3-month old for photos (he normally wears a long-sleeve onesie with a pair of sweat pants and socks (classy, huh).

This past weekend (Friday through Monday), my Niece and Mom visited.  It was my Niece’s first time meeting Brody and my Mom’s 3rd time visiting since Brody was born.  LOL!  We had such a great time!  Jason and I even took a night to go out on a date.  It was so nice!

My Sister used to visit once a year.  Our tradition was to eat cheesecake each time she visited.  Since she wasn’t here this time, my Niece and I decided to have cheesecake.  We had a different cheesecake each day she was here (four pieces total).  They were ALL good.

Here’s a picture of us enjoying our very last piece together (and right before we left for the airport).

I walked into my office the other day to see one of my scrapbooking tools out on my project table.  I knew I didn’t get it out, so knew it had to be Jason, so I asked him what it was doing out.  He said he was using it as a screwdriver.  LOL!  Um, not even close.

So, you take away the topic of Brody and I have absolutely nothing to say. How sad is that?  No time for creations, making new recipes (although we’re getting back to making some “clean” recipes that we’ve already made) and nothing exciting to write about.

I’m behind on magazines, trying to read three child books (and a ton more to one day read), received two new “eat clean” recipe books for Christmas and have a million recipes marked that I want to try (and blog about).

Tomorrow, I am getting a manicure, pedicure, and eyebrow wax.  Happy (early) birthday to me!  Jason told me to go out and relax, take as long as I needed and they’d be here when I get back.  I can’t wait to go.  It’s not because I want to get away from Brody.  I just need some pampering (even if it’s not at a spa).  LOL!

It’s finally here (and to stay)!  I’ve copied all of my posts about my pregnancy to his blog so that everything “Brody” is there in one place. I’ve started adding new posts over there that I have not added to my personal blog.

I’d like to have my personal blog go back to what it was (creations, recipes, and miscellaneous stuff).  If you’d like to stay up to date with Brody, please feel free to check out his blog and subscribe to his RSS feed.

One of the first pieces of clothing I got Brody was a cute striped coverall with the word ‘football’ on it. I purchased it before he was born. I believe it is 0-3 months. I finally put it on him the other day and it was snug in the legs. Bummer, I had missed my opportunity to have him wear such a cute outfit.

What’s even funnier is that a friend gave us the same coverall in a much larger size that matched it. It is size 24 months. I doubt I’ll be putting Brody in a coverall at 2-years old, but still love the look of it.

So, my solution to both issues (too small and too big) was to cut the coveralls and make them into shirts. I haven’t tried the 0-3 month one on Brody yet, but I hope it looks good. If not, I guess I’m not out anything (except passing on a cute coverall outfit to someone else).

As I was rocking Brody to sleep tonight, before putting him down, I got to thinking how amazing he is and how incredible God is to create us in such a way. When you truly stop to think about it, it blows your mind away.

It’s funny how your mood changes about things.  For instance…

15 years ago
I didn’t want kids at all.
13 years ago
When I held my niece in my arms for the first time, my heart melted and I knew I had to have a child of my own.
8 years ago
I desperately wanted a child. I pleaded with God and mourned the thought of never having a child every time someone else was pregnant. I hated that time of the month and slipped into depression each time. It was so heartbreaking. I will always remember those days and the feelings that go with it. Infertility becomes a part of you and never goes away.
1 year ago
I had given up the dream of having a child and was becoming ok with life just being Jason and I. I convinced myself that freedom was a great thing to have. Freedom to go to Starbucks at 9:50pm (10 minutes before they close), freedom to run errands whenever, go to bed and wake up whenever, not planning my day or planning my day. I lived by my watch.
2 months ago
I wondered why I wanted children to begin with. Pregnancy and labor had its cons (and some big ones I might add). Bringing a newborn home and nursing every 2-3 hours, feeling like I was on call 24 hours a day. By the time one feeding ended, it felt like it was almost time to start the next feeding. It was pure exhaustion. All I could think of was that this would be our only child and one of us needed to get “fixed” ASAP.  LOL!
These past couple of weeks
I’m in awe of our little guy. He truly amazes me. His eyes watch me as I walk past him, he looks my way when I’m speaking to him, he smiles at me non-stop, and his coos melt my heart. The feedings aren’t as often and are more predictable, he’s sleeping on more of a schedule, and life seems to have some predictability to it. I am able to go out with him and do things. Being a Mom is extremely hard, but oh so rewarding.  I can’t imagine life without Brody.

I was reading a magazine today and it was talking about Quinoa.  It got me thinking about names of products that look like they would be pronounced one way, but they’re pronounced completely different from how they look.  Here are the top three sticking out in my mind.

• Quinoa:
  I thought it was pronounced qui-no-uh, but it’s actually pronounced keen-wah
• Medela:
  I thought it was pronounced meh-del-a, but it’s actually pronounced meh-dee-la
• Chicco:
  I thought it was pronounced chee-ko, but it’s actually pronounced key-ko

Who would have thought. What products did you think were pronounced one way, but they’re actually pronounced another?

I got ready the other day, so my hair was down (which I hate having it down when I’m feeding Brody….it just gets in the way).  When burping Brody, my hair would go over Brody’s head and it was pretty funny, so we had to get a picture. Poor guy looks like he has a mullet.  LOL!