| forty-five // fifty-two |

Because she has become a ham that has an extreme bought of shyness when in front of others. Her opinion has become stronger, but she knows when to back down. She loves to makes us laugh and will repeat an action if she knows it’s gold. 

Today we couldn’t decide how to spend our day, but when we saw that the museum was free today we knew what we were doing. This weekend after Thanksgiving was all about Holiday hoopla and after a day spent raising the tree, singing carols and seeing the Zoo Wildlights we needed a normal day. 

Daddy taught Harper new names like Stella and Rauschenberg, and we marveled in her behavior while at the museum. We stayed mostly in the newly built contemporary wing, drooling over each piece. In Philadelphia the art museum had been my happy place, and o was excited to share this space with Harper. We also took a few minutes to walk my old college campus, feeling like a lifetime ago!

| thirty-nine & forty // fifty-two |

When you realize that you were a total mom brain and forgot to post the previous week’s portrait you post two weeks like “who cares

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This week we had grand plans, a full dance card really, yet Friday around 4pm we got a call from Harper’s daycare that she had a fever of 100.2. I picked her up and we got this little one cuddled for a night of movies and TLC. Sadly she woke up Saturday feeling like the surface of the sun and had to make a quick trip to urgent care. It was up to 102.5 despite the morning dose of baby Tylenol and she had strep throat, or toncilitis, the doctor felt Harper felt worse enough without shoving a swab down her throat!

I felt like we fought the good fight getting her fever to break, as I write this we just dipped below 100 but still too warm for comfort. We stayed locked up in the playroom watching Frozen and Star Wars over and over again. The family took a 3 hour nap and we are the better for it!

today we celebrated the break by putting on normal clothes, getting yummy smoothies and bouncing around the house. Hoping tomorrow brings a clean bill of health for my baby.

// newest obsession //

Star Wars. Sadly she is on the dark-side and walks around doing Darth Vader impressions while singing the song of the Empire.

// worst new habit //

Screaming, for no reason other than pure joy. It’s my favorite in the checkout line at Whole Foods or while driving home. Anyone know ways to break this terribly terrifying habit?!

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Two weekends ago we headed to the most beautiful nursery, hit up a local brewery that had a Fall petting zoo, and wandered around Italian Village which has quickly become on of our favorite ‘hoods.

The family costume wasn’t, and still isn’t really, ready for it debuet so we got Harper a Day of the Dead headband and called it a day! While out she made friends with an eager puppy, mommy bought some new plant babies and daddy got another dose of warm apple cider. It was one of those perfect Fall days.




| thirty-eight // fifty-two |

Today felt truly Fall so we decided it was the perfect day to hit up the farm to do some picking, drink some cider (man a decision I regret as it does not farewell for the toddler diaper), and have some positivity before tonight’s debate. 

We started off searching for the perfect pumpkin but left with five! Harper was not in love with walking over vines. After seeing an enticing menu filled with kettle corn, cider, funnel cakes and more, we decided it was lunch time! Harper devoured half of Dad’s funnel cake, chugged some cider and then hugged a bag of kettle corn like it was going to float away. 

We ended with a little apple picking so we could come home and bake. Out baby cousin ended up at our house so we scratched that so we could go for a long walk and watch Frozen…priorities. Another great day, and another day that I am thankful for my family.

It amazing how becoming a parent can change your idea of a rocking weekend.

// grossest moment //

You can’t be a parent and admit you never talk about poop. My husband and I have talked about how becoming a parent means talking about someone else’s poop more than you could ever imagine. This week we had three occasions that ended with loads of laundry, emergency showers and hysterical conversations with Harper about pooping and how to tell mommy when she needs to go. 

Potty training may be the death of me…

// best moment //

Last night we had my brother-in-law’s dirty thirty party and headed over for a great bonfire. Harper was amazing, loved seeing the moon (her new new favorite) and seeing some friends and family. On a side note whenHarper is tired she get very lovey-dovey, last night was no exception. 

At one point in the night my little gem leaned in and kissed me, said “thank you mommy,” and then followed up with an Eskimo kiss for the ages. 
I am amazed by her everyday and am proud to be her mother. I hope she remains strong-willed and confident throughout her life. Being a woman can be a tough job, but she is up for the job.

| thirty-seven // fifty-two |

The theme of the past few weeks seem to follow a similar trend of “oh my gosh who is this toddler and what have you done with my seeet baby?!” This week proves that this little cycle can happen all in one day! 

After a long week of work and rain I could wait to get the little one out for some family time, especially after the last two weekends being a bit of a whirlwind…don’t worry this weekend was just as nuts. Saturday’s plans fell through due to some clashing of the parental minds on what makes a fun Saturday so we decided (together) Sunday would be funday. The Columbus Flea was happening so we decided to hit that up early so we could be home to play with Auntie and the new baby. 

The flea was a dream, a dream filled with leather goods I had to pass because we really want a house, needs I didn’t drink because it wasn’t noon and yummy popsicles that Harper and I devoured! We even picked some sunflowers and went exploring through Italian Village. You are probably thinking what a picture perfect day…it was!

We got home to a pot of yummy soup, stacks of cookies and the cutest tooting baby this side of the Mississippi. I even got Harper to hold the baby, read to her and we even laid for a nap. Guys this all happens by 5pm, I think I high-fives my reflection for winning the whole mom thing. Then she woke…

25 minutes of piercing shrieks, a few smacks at my head, buckets of tears and a confused mommy with no idea how to calm my baby. Daddy was able to do the trick and I left defeated and shell shocked to head to the grocery to make an offering for the beast known as Harper.

It’s amazing how you can go from feeling like a winner to feeling like the mold under the bath mat. Joys of parenting!

// big steps //

Harper starts day-care tomorrow! Eek! And the behavior from the past few weeks has left me both relieved and nervous! I think the structure and social aspect will be great. I truly think it’s what she craves, but part of me wonders what it will do to her when she gets into her moods. Time will tell…

// bad baby //

Hitting, it’s started. Like biting it is geared all towards me. Ugh. Tips encouraged…and wine…

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Because after a whirlwind round of trips we opted for a quiet day at home followed by a few hours messing around at the park. I have been slowly bringing my DSLR out of retirement and Harper has really been enjoying getting in on the process. She loves buttons so I let her take a turn behind the camera and took the photos of the treetops!

After a mid-morning screening of Frozen, our third this week, And a long nap we headed to the park with our camera to look at pretty flowers and swing! We slathered on the sunscreen, something she really loves, and ran around like the crazed toddler we are. Oh wait that was just her.

Harper made a point to take every ball she found, even taking them out of someone’s stroller. She swung until she nearly passed out and then perked up immediately to take “pitchas” of the trees! 

We left hot and sweaty, but had a great day. I am enjoying seeing her personality grow, today’s personality was definitely confident.

// favorite activity //

Singing loud for all to hear…seriously she keeps singing. So far it’s pretty much “Let It Go,” “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,” “ABCs” and any song from Sesame Street. I love giving her the confidence to sing loud and obnoxious for anyone to hear!

// new talent //

She follows instructions!!! Mostly put back, give to daddy and what do you… We are developing our communication and it’s amazing how much more we can accomplish now.

| fourteen // fifty-two |

Because this week I am letting her art tell her story. This past week this girl’s love of coloring has only grown more intense. Every morning, the first thing she does is go to her cabinet and pull down her spiral-bound sketchbook and ask to draw. She is not scared to ask for help and encourages me and my husband to draw with her, makes requests and will spend hours pouring all her emotions and concentration into her work. 

I love that she has this passion, and that it only is getting stronger. As an art school grad, don’t judge my Elmo, I hope to raise Harper to be a creative thinker. It’s things like this that make me feel like I am doing something right. 

// favorite activity //

aside from coloring this girl wants nothing more than to dance, well really be carried around while YOU dance. It’s a great cardio, and I must admit I love it too!
// least favorite activity //

hugs that she does not initiate, nothing will piss this girl off more. I was very lucky to have a sweet moment captured while at a photoshoot for work. I had walked away to have my picture taken and Harper had a stage 5 melt-down, I am talking snot covered face people. My friend brought her up and she clung to me, settled her breathing and sighed “mommy.” My heart melted and I am so lucky to have a momento of this sweet mommy moment.