I did this today for a best friend’s baby shower. Smorgastrata/Sandwich cake, 3 layers with smoked trout spread, smoked salmon, cucumber, chopped lettuce, scallions, and sweet mustard on the inside, sour cream/cream cheese spread, yellow pepper, cucumber, and tomato on the outside. It was difficult to slice but very delicious. Darwin was a beast because I fed her a mini cupcake. 

I did this today for a best friend’s baby shower. Smorgastrata/Sandwich cake, 3 layers with smoked trout spread, smoked salmon, cucumber, chopped lettuce, scallions, and sweet mustard on the inside, sour cream/cream cheese spread, yellow pepper, cucumber, and tomato on the outside. It was difficult to slice but very delicious. Darwin was a beast because I fed her a mini cupcake. 

What not to say to new parents


amotherisborn:

The other day I was visiting a family and their just-born baby in the hospital, and in the few short hours I was there, I heard a bunch of surprising comments:

  • A nurse told a new dad (who was standing up, holding his 20 hour old baby) to put the baby down in the bassinet, warning him that his…

(Source: swanss, via ourlittlelovechild)

gdmcrlover:

beatboxgoesthump:


THEN RAISE THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KIDS!
AND GIVE YOU ALL THE MOTHERFUCKING LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU’D EVER FUCKING NEED.
AND PAY THE HELL OUT OF THAT FUCKING MORTGAGE.
AND THEN WHEN THE GUTTERS ARE CLOGGED I’LL GET UP THAT FUCKING LADDER AND CLEAN THAT SHIT UP WHILE YOU STAND BY THE KITCHEN WINDOW COMICALLY JUDGING MY WORK.
AND THEN WE CAN VACUUM THE FUCK OUT OF OUR CARPET SO HARD THAT WE’LL HAVE TO GET A NEW ONE.
WE’LL WASH OUR CLOTHES SO GODDAMN FUCKING HARD. FORGET NO RINSE, WE’LL USE HIGH FUCKING SPEED.
BUY A FUCKING MINIVAN TO STUFF OUR BEAUTIFUL FUCKING BABIES INTO IT AND DRIVE THE FUCK OUT OF IT.
THEN WE CAN GO SOME FUCKING PARENT-TEACHER MEETINGS AND MEET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KID’S TEACHER. THEN JUDGE THE SHIT OF HER IN THE CAR.
AND WE CAN THEN PILE ALL THE CHILDREN IN THE FUCKING MINIVAN AND GO TO THE STORE AND SHOP FOR GROCERIES SO HARD THAT WE ACTUALLY HAVE TO MAKE MORE THAN TWO TRIPS TO GET ALL THAT SHIT INSIDE THE HOUSE.
AND THEN COOK THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KITCHEN UNTIL WE HAVE NO FOOD LEFT AND WE FEAST ON THAT SHIT FOR FUCKING DAYS.
I WILL EAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR HOMEMADE COOKIES.
THEN WASH THE SHIT OUT ON THE DISHES TOGETHER UNTIL OUR ENTIRE HANDS GET FUCKING PRUNEY.
WE’LL WATCH OUR KIDS FUCKING GRADUATE AND MOTHER FUCKING TEAR UP LIKE THE BADASS BOSSES WE FUCKING ARE.
WE WILL GROW SO DAMN OLD TOGETHER, WE WILL LOOK LIKE FUCKING RAISINS.
I WILL FUCKING TELL YOU EVERY SINGLE SECOND HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE YOU.
HOLDING EACH OTHER’S FUCKING HANDS SO HARD THAT WE SHIT OUR SELVES.
UNTIL WE DIE AND ROT AS MOTHERFUCKING CORPSES TOGETHER.
TIL DEATH DO US FUCKIN PART.
HAPPILY EVER FUCKING AFTER.

i fucking love the shit out of this.

Reblogging this again cuz it is literally my favorite post ever

gdmcrlover:

beatboxgoesthump:

THEN RAISE THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KIDS!

AND GIVE YOU ALL THE MOTHERFUCKING LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU’D EVER FUCKING NEED.

AND PAY THE HELL OUT OF THAT FUCKING MORTGAGE.

AND THEN WHEN THE GUTTERS ARE CLOGGED I’LL GET UP THAT FUCKING LADDER AND CLEAN THAT SHIT UP WHILE YOU STAND BY THE KITCHEN WINDOW COMICALLY JUDGING MY WORK.

AND THEN WE CAN VACUUM THE FUCK OUT OF OUR CARPET SO HARD THAT WE’LL HAVE TO GET A NEW ONE.

WE’LL WASH OUR CLOTHES SO GODDAMN FUCKING HARD. FORGET NO RINSE, WE’LL USE HIGH FUCKING SPEED.

BUY A FUCKING MINIVAN TO STUFF OUR BEAUTIFUL FUCKING BABIES INTO IT AND DRIVE THE FUCK OUT OF IT.

THEN WE CAN GO SOME FUCKING PARENT-TEACHER MEETINGS AND MEET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KID’S TEACHER. THEN JUDGE THE SHIT OF HER IN THE CAR.

AND WE CAN THEN PILE ALL THE CHILDREN IN THE FUCKING MINIVAN AND GO TO THE STORE AND SHOP FOR GROCERIES SO HARD THAT WE ACTUALLY HAVE TO MAKE MORE THAN TWO TRIPS TO GET ALL THAT SHIT INSIDE THE HOUSE.

AND THEN COOK THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KITCHEN UNTIL WE HAVE NO FOOD LEFT AND WE FEAST ON THAT SHIT FOR FUCKING DAYS.

I WILL EAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR HOMEMADE COOKIES.

THEN WASH THE SHIT OUT ON THE DISHES TOGETHER UNTIL OUR ENTIRE HANDS GET FUCKING PRUNEY.

WE’LL WATCH OUR KIDS FUCKING GRADUATE AND MOTHER FUCKING TEAR UP LIKE THE BADASS BOSSES WE FUCKING ARE.

WE WILL GROW SO DAMN OLD TOGETHER, WE WILL LOOK LIKE FUCKING RAISINS.

I WILL FUCKING TELL YOU EVERY SINGLE SECOND HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE YOU.

HOLDING EACH OTHER’S FUCKING HANDS SO HARD THAT WE SHIT OUR SELVES.

UNTIL WE DIE AND ROT AS MOTHERFUCKING CORPSES TOGETHER.

TIL DEATH DO US FUCKIN PART.

HAPPILY EVER FUCKING AFTER.

i fucking love the shit out of this.

Reblogging this again cuz it is literally my favorite post ever

(via ourlittlelovechild)

Darwin’s first true 4-point crawl, at 10 months old, captured by her daddy.

this made me feel happy!

(Source: scienceandrollerskates, via ourlittlelovechild)

9 Month Milestones


At nine months old, Darwin’s pointer fingers are doing a lot of work. They touch, they scratch, they manipulate. She’s not so much on the pincer grip, but tell you what, those pointers can grab stuff. 

She has started scooting backwards on her tummy. 

She won’t roll over deliberately, but she’ll roll when she sees something to one side that she wants. 

Darwin is a talker! She loves blowing through her lips, saying Buu buu buu, and basically just making noise. She often exhales loudly, especially if she’s just accomplished something. 

She nurses 4-5 times a day, once when she wakes up and her dad brings her into bed with us, once before she goes down for her morning nap, and then in the evening when I put her down for the night, and then the dream feed. Sometimes in the afternoon if we’ve been away from each other all day, she wants to nurse when she sees me. But it’s mostly bottles and solids. I don’t pump at all any more, so we give her formula during the day. And I’m fine with that. I really like having my boobs back (mostly), and not worrying when they’re too full or not full enough. 

I make most of her solid food, having fun following baby food cookbook recipes. A recent hit was white fish with broccoli, peas, and zucchini. She liked the mango soup we made, and enjoys apple sauce, sweet potatoes, and hummus. Plus Mom feeds her bites of dip, whipped cream, cupcake icing, and sips of juice, all the bad stuff, when I’m not looking. Darwin pretty much eats everything. 

She hasn’t cut any teeth yet, but I think the bottom ones are about to pop through.

She weighs 20 lbs! Our 9 month appointment is next week and I’m looking forward to seeing her new measurements. Someone at work commented, “That kid isn’t missing any meals,” which is true…But to me, she’s still so little! 

She sleeps all night. I love it. 

Love you Littles. 

Six Days


Tom took D to Boston to visit his parents on Thursday night. They won’t be back til Tuesday night. That’s six whole days apart! I am simultaneously stoked and depressed. 

Stoked:

Staying up late. 

Sleeping in.

Drinking like a fish. 

Maybe I’ll even smoke a little pot!

Going to a party on a boat tomorrow evening. 

Had a long hike with my sister, her bf, and our dad today, then had a beer at Alice’s restaurant, and didn’t worry what time we got home or how late it was. 

Alone time! What???

Sad:


I skyped with Tom and Darwin today. Darwin kept lunging for the screen and looking behind it, as if the Real Mommy was behind there. I couldn’t handle it, had to hang up right away. I was okay til I saw her big eyes and that expression of excitement at my voice. Tom said she cries for a long time in the morning when she remembers I’m not there. Also that her diaper rash is bad and that she’s been sleeping for many hours a day. It’s very sad for me, makes me feel guilty that I’m not there to take care of her and make sure she’s getting boobie and enough Nudie Bootie time. And snugs. And cuddles. And someone needs to nuzzle her neck, and smell her, and kiss her feet, and give her raspberries, and play peek-a-boo. Okay, so I know her Daddy can do these things. But does he? Isn’t there something about a mom that you just can’t get anywhere else?

I just miss her little smushie face.  

Only three more days til she comes home. 

lovemysunshinee:

“The  moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed  before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is  something absolutely new.”
- Rajneesh

lovemysunshinee:

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.”

- Rajneesh

(via ourlittlelovechild)

Darwin’s head was sooooo misshapen when she was born. It looked like an eggplant. There was a hematoma on the top of it. I loved her anyway. She wore a lot of hats. 

Darwin’s head was sooooo misshapen when she was born. It looked like an eggplant. There was a hematoma on the top of it. I loved her anyway. She wore a lot of hats.