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Hattie’s Weekly Photos

Posted by Carolyn on September 10, 2014 4 Comments

Back when Alma was born, I was inspired by Clara’s Photo Project to create a photo project of my own.  We took a photo a week of Alma, and I photoshopped the number into each photo.  I loved how it turned out, and knew I wanted to do it again for Hattie.

I love to see how Hattie changed during the year.  The tiny, sleepy baby stage is so sweet and short-lived.

I have my favorite weeks, but to be honest, those are always changing.

One thing I have loved about both projects has been the amazing amount of fabric I’ve been able to collect.  It’s fun to use the fabric for a quilt, or a dress, or something else.  Then when I see the photo, or the dress, I have all these lovely memories of the girls as babies.

This is also something that I offer in my Etsy Shop – H&A Baby.  If you bought this for yourself (or someone else!  Great baby shower gift, don’t you think?), you would provide me with the photos, and I would edit the images and add the numbers and weeks.

I offer this in both weekly and monthly versions.

Once you have the images, they are yours to do whatever you’d like.  I used Picassa to make the collages.  I had both of these printed in poster sizes and hung them in the dining room.

Another thing I’ve done for both girls is make photo books on Shutterfly.  We gave copies to all the grandparents and kept one for us.  In our copy, I wrote down milestones for each week – so it’s kind of like a baby book.

After I finished Hattie’s, I also made a book of both girls with their weekly photos side by side.  This is my favorite thing ever.  I put both girls in the same pose each week, so it’s fun to see that.  I also used the same fabrics when I had them.  Seriously my favorite thing ever.

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Posted in: created., learned., photography, sewing, story telling | Tagged: babies, baby, daughter, Daughters, motherhood, Parenting, photography, sewing

Dear Harriet, On Your First Birthday

Posted by Carolyn on August 22, 2014 5 Comments

IMG_3724Dearest little Hattie,

You are now a year old.  You have been in our world for a year.  A whole year.  It is almost impossible to believe.  This year really has flown by.  It is a blur.  It is a fun, funny, overwhelming blur.

IMG_3729When we decided to have another baby, we had no idea how lucky we were going to be.  We were so lucky to have you as our baby.  No other baby could have added such joy to our lives.  No other baby could have been a better little sister for our Alma.  No other baby could have such such amazing and adorable cheeks.IMG_3732You have grown so much this year.  You started out with just 8 1/2 pounds, now you are nearly 20 pounds!  You have worked hard to grow so much – you have been a good eater from the start, and you love all the new foods we give you.  Your favorites are tomatoes, yogurt, grapes, blueberries, strawberries, pasta, and whatever Alma’s eating.IMG_3736You can walk, but you usually choose to crawl.  I think your record for steps is somewhere around 15.  You still can’t figure out how to stand up when you don’t have something to help pull up on.  I think once you get that figured out, you’ll be running all over the place.  As it is now, you’ll follow Alma around all day.

IMG_3740Right now, you want to be held by me all the time.  If I put you down, you do this terribly sad thing where you fold in half, with your face on the ground, and cry.  If you see me in the room, you pretty much just want me, but as soon as I’m out of your sight, you’re fine with whatever.

IMG_3743You can say ‘da’ for dog, ‘ba’ for ball, ‘ma’ for more, ‘baba’ for Papa or Grandpa, ‘dada’ for Daddy, and that’s about it.  I have yet to hear a ‘mama,’ but that’s okay.

IMG_3752This first year has been busy and hard, but it’s also been the best.  I love to watch you and Alma play.  I love to watch you learn new things.  I love to watch you watch the world.

You are sweet and precious and adventurous and strong.

You are My Hattie, My Harebear, My Hattie-Boo-Boo, My Hattie Bug Bites, My Harriet.

I love you forever, sweet baby girl,

Your Mommy

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Posted in: created., gave thanks., letters for my daughters, parented., writing | Tagged: children, Daughters, gratitude, Parenting, photography

Back to work

Posted by andthenthey on March 11, 2014 2 Comments

I am starting a six week job this week. I have subbed a couple days in the past couple weeks, but this is a full time job. I will be teaching 6th and 7th grade language arts.  I am glad to be doing this job, at this school. But.

But.

I will be leaving my girls. My grumpy, teething girls. The girls who are getting their snot all over my clothes all the time. The girls who whine when they are hungry (which is all the time if you are wondering).  The girls who sometimes refuse naps in a very passionate way. These girls who can get on my last nerve.  But.

But.

These are the girls who I love with the equivalent of two hearts. The girls I love to feed. And comfort. And make happy. The girls who I try so hard to understand.  Even in passionate, nerve fraying moments.

These are my girls. My tribe. Six weeks.

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I think we can survive 6 weeks.

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My Daughters in Art – Alma in “The Daughters of Edward D. Boit” by Sargent

Posted by andthenthey on March 4, 2014 Leave a Comment

And Then They Dance Party

I was inspired by this photo of our little dance party today.  I love how Alma is just looking at the camera (on a timer, BTW).

The Daughters of Edward D. Boit, by John Singer Sargent, 1882

The lighting and stance, dress and look of Alma totally reminded me of one of my favorite paintings.  I have loved this portrait since I was a child.  “The Daughters of Edward D. Boit” by John Singer Sargent.  The lighting is fantastic, and the girls all have such a beautiful, mysterious presence. I thought it would be fun to try to put Alma into the painting.

Alma as a Daughter of Edward D. Boit by SargentI hope to put Alma and Harriet into more of my favorites as time goes on.  This was a fun way to start.  It’s obviously not perfect, and really show me how much I have to learn with photo editing, but I’m happy with how it turned out.

Watch for Alma and Harriet to pop up in more paintings in the future!

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Posted in: created., my daughters in paintings, photography | Tagged: children, Daughters, Daughters of Edward D. Boit, Edward D. Boit, John Singer Sargent, paint, paintings, Parenting, photo, photo editing, photography, Sargent

Sleeping/ Sleep Training/ Sleeping?

Posted by andthenthey on January 13, 2014 4 Comments

New babies love to sleep.  It seems like that’s all they do.  So why are parents of new babies so exhausted?  New babies have some weird, mysterious way of sleeping just enough that the look like they are always asleep, but waking up just enough that their parents get no sleep at all.  It’s just the way it is.  Tricky, sneaky babies.

Luckily I no longer have a new baby.  My baby is an old baby, which means that I get to do the tricking.  I have successfully tricked her into taught her to sleep through the night, and to have pretty regular and kick-ass naps (are you kidding me?  Right when I typed this, I heard Harriet wake up…. damn hubris!) during the day.

My main advice in all things parenting is to not read any books, or if you simply must a book, please, please, please only read one.  Books are notorious for giving conflicting opinions and making you think you are doing things right, while simultaneously making you think you are killing your child.  Yuck.  My second piece of advice is to never listen to advice.  It only messes with your head.

If you want to know how we trained our daughters, I will refer you to this blog post.  I know some people think it is mean to sleep train babies in this way.  I would say to them that it is mean not to, but I’m not going to say that.  It’s just what I would say.  But I’m obviously not saying that.  I’m not trying to start any ‘mommy wars’ here, just trying to share my truth and reality.  If you don’t agree with this, feel free to close the browser, or tab, or phone, or what-have-you.  I’m not trying to change your mind, just trying to share what worked for both my girls.  Besides, if you feel strongly that what I did is wrong, your mind will never be changed, now will it?  Nope.  And anyway, that is totally not the point of this post.

Co SleepingThe point of the post is to deal with my feeling after having sleep trained.  I love that Harriet has learned this amazingly important life skill.  I love that Jesse and I were able to teach her this amazingly important life skill.  I have no regrets as to how or when we sleep trained both girls.  I am confident in all of this.  I am proud of this.  I am proud that Jesse and I are able to teach and guide our kids.  I am proud of my daughters for taking this small, no huge, step towards independence.

With Alma, we had her in bed with us every single night until she was four months old.  I loved sleeping with her, and being able to nurse her whenever either of us wanted to.  I loved the connection and cuddles.  But I was so ready to move on to the next step when she turned 4 months old and we got the go-ahead from our pediatrician.  I don’t remember feeling sad to have her out of the bed in those first few weeks.

With Harriet we had her in the co-sleeper, up against our bed every night until she was about 4 1/2 months old.  I loved this, too.  It was great having her close enough that I could nurse easily.  I loved being able to hold her little hand while we slept.  I loved hearing her little baby noises, and watching her little baby breathing.  Again, I was so ready to move on to the next step.  But, this time I have been a little sad in the weeks that followed.

Maybe it’s because she’s our last baby.

When I go to bed, and turn off the light, it takes me forever to fall asleep.  I don’t know if it’s that I miss the white noise of her breathing, or the nightlight that is now in her room, or something more visceral.

All I know for sure is that it is called sleep training for a reason.  Harriet seems to be trained, but I’m still learning.  I guess that is what it means to be a parent.  And that can’t be found in any book.

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Posted in: gave thanks. | Tagged: babies, baby, children, Daughters, kids, Life, life skills, night, Parenting, sleep, sleep training, sleeping

From Sisters to Friends

Posted by andthenthey on December 3, 2013 1 Comment

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When we brought Harriet home from the hospital, I wasn’t sure how Alma would react.  When I was pregnant with Harriet, whenever anyone asked me how I was preparing Alma, I would feel the tears very close to the surface.  I was so sad for her.  I was mourning the fact that she would be losing some of our love and attention. 

I would picture her little heart breaking as our hearts transitioned from loving just her, to loving another.  I asked everyone if it was really, truly possible to love another baby as much, and still love Alma as much as I always had.  I couldn’t understand that it was possible.  I couldn’t understand how Alma would deal with losing some of my love – because that was the only way I could fathom the transfer of love onto the second child. 

It was confusing to me, so I imagined it was undecipherable to Alma’s 20 month old mind.  How could we prepare my baby to understand that there was another baby growing in my belly, and soon she would come out and be real?  There was no way.

I totally cried as we left Alma with my parents, and headed to the hospital.  I felt like I was losing something – losing her. 

But, as with all things concerning love, I was wildly mistaken.  I was over-thinking it. I had Harriet, and instantly loved her as much as I have ever loved Alma – just like I was told I would.  When I saw Alma again, I still loved her just as much as ever.  Somehow, despite all my ideas to the contrary, my heart had enough room for both my girls.

And Alma?  Alma got a sister.  She came in, saw Harriet in her swing, and didn’t seem at all confused about the situation.  She went right up to her and seemed to welcome her.  Somehow she knew – she knew – this was her sister. 

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Now Harriet is three months old and I am constantly amazed at their evolving relationship.  While we certainly have our moments when I think Alma would rather have all our attention – or, rather that Harriet not get much of our attention – she is generally a very good big sister.  If Harriet is crying, Alma will run over and try to help her.  She will give her her pacifier, or her blanket, or just touch her cheek.  Harriet’s eyes are on Alma if she is anywhere near by, and Alma gets a lot of Harriet’s sweet smiles.

I think Alma is figuring out that Harriet will be a playmate someday.  She will crawl up next to Harriet when she is playing on the floor.  She will try to show Harriet how to use the toys on her playmat. She will share her toys with Harriet (I often find toys tucked into Harriet’s swing and carseat).  She gets it. 

I was so busy worrying about how Alma would react to losing our love, that I forgot to imagine how she would react to gaining the love of her sister.  I am just starting to see glimmers of their sweet friendship developing, and I am so excited to see how strong it will grow.

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Daughters

Posted by andthenthey on October 3, 2013 1 Comment

ImageI’ve been inspired by Elise Blaha Cripe’s weekly letters to her baby daughter.  She beautifully and openly puts to words what it means to her to be a mother, and how difficult and beautiful her experience has been.  Her most recent letter talks about the pain and anticipation of not being able to help and heal all her daughter’s future pains.

Today Harriet got her first shots, and Alma got her first shot that she will remember.  Until today, Alma has always happily laid down and gotten her shots without showing any realization of what was coming.  Today she watched Harriet get her shots, then when her dad put her on the table, it was clear she knew what was coming.  Big, sad tears rolled down her face.  It is easy to ease Harriet’s pain these days.  I can nurse any sadness from her.  I can’t do that for Alma anymore.  I have to rely on hugs and cuddles, and, as Elise wrote about, there will come a time when even those will stop working for my girls.

I feel like I have a lot to say about what it means to have daughters, but right now I’m having an impossible time finding the words.  I want to revisit these thoughts, but for now, I’ll borrow the words of Sarah Kay and her beautiful poem, “B”

“If I should have a daughter, instead of mom, she’s going to call me Point B.  Cause that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.”

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“And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you – hard – in the face and wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach, but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.”

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“When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly, and the very people you want to save are the people standing on your cape.  When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say ‘thank you.’  Cause there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.”

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