Friday, June 26, 2015

Letters To Me - Beach Bound!

 Dear Alyssa,
Getting brave aren’t we? You go, mama.
But could you slow down on the oatmeal raisin cookies?
Because good grief.
-The bikini you just bought

Why have you forsaken me?
PS. When you’re not looking I go in Cooper’s room
and rub ALL OVER his glider. So ha.

Give it up, baby. I’m probably never going to work like I used to.
I guess this means you’ll never win that Nobel Peace Prize for astrophysics.
…or ever be able to remember anything again ever.
Sorry about that.
-Your Brain After Baby

I swear, if you get ONE MORE cavity we’re going to abandon ship
and you’re going to wake up one morning a gummy, bloody mess.
Enjoy your dentures.
-Your Teeth

Dear Alyssa,
Hello, old friend! I’m so glad we’re getting reacquainted.
I was feeling super lonely there for a while. I figured I would have to
be put on the back burner for a time, but that’s ok! I’d wait forever for you.
We’re going to look great together on the balcony at the beach next week. ; )
-The Book You’ve Been Reading Since December.

The Book I’ve Been Reading Since December is right. We’re going to the beach next week! Cooper’s first beach trip and I’m so excited to get his little toes in the water. The whole gang is going (us, the parents, the sister, the boyfriend-in-law, and the grandparents) and I don’t know what I’m more excited about: the pool lounging, the food, or the extra hours of sleep. Probably the sleep. Yeah, definitely the sleep.
Happy Friday!

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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Weekend in Numbers

I hope everyone had a great Father’s Day! We had a nice relaxing weekend. I won’t bore you with the details. I’ll just give you the cliff note version…in numbers.

2 – The number of times baby woke up Friday night.
3 – Cat naps taken Saturday morning.
15 - Selfies taken with Cooper.

27 – Books taken to 2nd and Charles.
5. 75 – Money in store credit I got for said books. Womp womp.
4 – Pieces of bread consumed at Outback. (I decided to quit bread until vacation the next day.)
1 –Dirty diapers changed during dinner.
3 – Episodes of OITNB watched.
1 – Sweet Father’s Day gift given to Chris.

1,598 – Father’s Day posts seen on facebook.
2.5 – Amount of consecutive hours I napped Sunday afternoon.
55.27 – Money spent at Publix on maybe 7 items.
5 ish – Chapters read in book.
0 – Loads of laundry done.

The length of that nap and the number of loads of laundry done made it a fantastic weekend.
We leave for the beach a week from today so the next seven days will without a doubt be the longest seven days in the history of all mankind.
Oh yes, and there’s the fact that I have to get my teeth cleaned AND have a filling this afternoon. Awesome. I will be ecstatic when this day is over.
Happy Tuesday or whatever.

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Thursday, June 18, 2015

You Probably Don't Know...

Morning, All.
I feel like I’m finally getting my blog mojo back after slowing down from baby. When I saw the theme of the link up Helene was hosting today I thought it would be a perfect time to join in.

You probably don't know...

That I was almost named Hilary after my great grandfather. I’m totally not a Hilary.

That I’d pick the mountains over the beach 9 times out of 10.

That I love weddings and would go to a stranger's wedding if given the opportunity.

That I grew up in a home without indoor pets. Unless you count goldfish or hermit crabs.

That Clarice Starling from The Silence of the Lambs is my favorite movie heroine.

That even though Cooper has a super preppy name, I gravitate toward hippy names.

That I would rather lick a public toilet seat than watch a sex scene in a movie with my parents.

That at 27 I still don’t know what I want to be when I “grow up”.

That I’ve never smoked. Anything. Not once.

That if I have another son I want him to be named Shepard. See? Hippy.

That I’ve been a huge Titanic nerd ever since I saw it in theaters in 4th grade.

That I don’t like Tina Fey. There. I said it.

That I was tall for my age when I was little but just stopped growing in 5th or 6th grade at 5'3.

That I would love to voice a cartoon character.

Did you know any of that? I would have put that I'm super awesome but you probably already knew that...

Helene in Between

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Monday, June 15, 2015

Movies to Watch When You Need a Good Cry

I love a movie that can make me emotional; that can make me feel something and even make me weep. Sometimes it’s good to get in touch with your emotional side, sit on the couch with pizza and box of tissues and have a good cry. These movies make me feel all the feels there are to feel. Watch at your own risk.

Ladder 49. It strikes a chord with me to begin with because my dad is a firefighter.
Get The Tissues Moment: After following his entire firefighting career, Joaquin Phoenix dies alone in a fire and his captain, John Travolta, eulogizing him and his casket is driven on top of a firetruck in a firefighter’s funeral. Kill me now.

A Little Princess. I think this movie scarred any little girl that saw it and at the same time made her love her daddy that much more.
Get the Tissues Moment: Little Sarah has been told her father was KIA and must live in the attic of her boarding school as basically a slave girl. Her first night upstairs, she draws a circle on the floor to sleep in for protection, holds on to her doll, and cries for her Papa. And now I’m crying.

Steel Magnolias. Can I get an amen on this one? I love this movie and all the women in it. The quintessential chick flick.
Get The Tissues Moment: After her only daughter’s funeral Sally Field has an epic grief fueled meltdown at the cemetery that makes me weep right along with her.

My Sister's Keeper. Any movie about kids with cancer is sure to make you shed a fair share of tears. [I’m not even going to talk about The Fault in Our Stars here.]
Get The Tissues Moment: A scene in which the kid with cancer’s family takes her to the beach and she soaks up the sun one last time while the song “It Feels Like Home to Me” plays. Yeah. It’s like that.

Deep Impact. This comet causing the end of the world movie (better than Armageddon in my opinion) scares the crap out of me and makes me want to hold my family close.
Get The Tissues Moment: Right before a comet that’s set to destroy the east coast hits earth, a mother and father give their infant to their teenage daughter so he can escape with her and live. The daughter knowing her parents probably won't survive, tries to hold out hope and sobs telling them she'll see them soon.

Little Women. This movie always makes me think of Maw because I watched it nearly every time I went to her house. I so wanted to be like Jo. It made me sob then and I only have to think of the music in the saddest scene to sob now.
Get the Tissues Moment: Jo cries over her sister in her bed knowing she’s near death and tells her she won’t let her leave. After Jo goes to the window to close it she comes back to see she’s passed and lies on the bed with her and holds her and strokes her hair. The next morning Hannah places flower petals all over the Beth’s bed, dolls, and piano as soft music plays in the background.

Forest Gump. It’s basically Alabama’s state movie. I’ve seen it more times than I can count but each time I cry like it’s the first time I’ve watched it.
Get The Tissues Moment: There are several but the one that makes me ugly cry is the end when Jenny dies and Forrest is talking to her underneath their tree and telling her how smart their son is. Dang you, Tom Hanks.

Are you depressed yet?
You're welcome.

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Thursday, June 11, 2015

Dear Cooper

Dear Cooper,

It’s been 147 days since you made your entrance into the world and you still scare me to death. I can’t believe the good doctors and nurses actually let me take you home. Sunday morning when I woke up and realized you slept until 8 instead of 7 I ran to you to make sure you were breathing. I’ve never kept flowers alive for more than a week. But here you are, a 5 month old, living, breathing, eating, pooping, fully functioning baby. You bring out a protectiveness I never really knew existed. When you were 4 weeks old I nearly stabbed a sweet old man with a fork at Cracker Barrel when he tried to take your blanket off of you because he HAD to see your little baby legs.

You’re so much fun now! You’re so happy and smiley all the time. I get asked at least once a day, “is he always that happy?” And I answer with, “most of the time, yes!” Bath time has become a family affair because you’re so funny kicked back in the little tub like you’re at a spa. My favorite thing to do with you though is just sit on the bed and talk. And by talk I mean ask you how your day was while you goo and gaa and squeal.
My favorite part of the day is seeing you after work. When you notice me and smile I turn to butter. When you’re lying in my lap and you reach up and touch my face I turn to butter. When someone else is holding you and you fix your eyes on me wherever I move, I turn to butter. Your mom does a lot of melting.

A couple of years before you were even in a twinkle in the eye I would sit at my desk job listening to Disney Pandora. The song “I See the Light” from Tangled would come on and I would hold back tears wondering if that’s how it would feel when I saw you for the first time. I wondered if everything would in an instant look different. I wondered if it would feel as if the entire world shifted on its axis. And it did. You were everything I ever dreamed of and I loved you the moment I saw you.

Just know how very much I love you and that I’m so thankful you’re mine (and your dad’s, but mostly mine).


Hannah Mink Photography


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Monday, June 8, 2015


green grass, toes in the grass, outside, painted toes

Do you ever feel so awkward that you think maybe it would be better to take a vow of silence than to get one more strange look from someone when you say something stupid?
This happens to me at LEAST once a day. I’m not exaggerating in the least.

Some people have the gift of gab. They always know what to say and how to say it. They’re never at a loss for words and they can take what they’re thinking and communicate those thoughts effortlessly. I envy them. I envy them and I want to slug them.

You might be thinking, “But, Alyssa, you have a blog. A blog made up entirely of words and you seem do to ok there.” If you’re thinking that, you’re right. I’m pretty effective with words when staring at a computer and communicating through a keyboard. When it comes to looking someone in the eye and speaking through my, you know, MOUTH it’s a different story. I hesitate. Sometimes I stutter. I start to use one word and then change my mind mid-word and mash them together and then get nervous when I realize my mistake which only makes it worse.
And not in a cute, aw she’s adorably awkward Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls or Zooey Deschanel way. I feel that “painful” is a really great adjective to go along with my level of awkwardness. I work in an office so I answer the phone and talk to strangers a lot. When they make a joke or say something I’m not expecting and I have NO clue how to respond it’s as if I can FEEL them waiting for a reply and thinking, “is this idiot going to say anything?” or “well, that’s sweet that the company hired someone with an intellectual disability”.

Often when I’m around people, especially new people, I worry that they think I’m a snob because I don’t say much. The truth is I’m trying to come up with something to add to the dialogue but by the time I do, the conversation has changed.

I try to be pretty open on this blog but it feels weird “talking” about this.
Well this post came out of nowhere and was more than slightly self-deprecating. I think I’ll end this little tea party now

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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Levels of MOM

There are a few things you do when you become a mother. Some are intentional and some are subconscious. On a scale of 1-10 each one carries with it a different “level” of motherhood, if you will. At least they do in my mind.  Tighten up your baby wearer thing and see what level of Mom you’re at.

-Develop supernatural hearing for baby whimpering. Mom Level: 5

-Forget to take your medicine, to take clothes out of the dryer, to take phone charger to work, to take quilt to cleaners, to take check to daycare, to take WALLET to get dinner...all in one day. Mom Level : 8.7

-Shower less, because ain’t nobody got that kinda time. Mom Level: 3

-Pick dropped pacifier off the floor and lick the nastiness off before giving it to baby. Mom Level: 8

-Google that little sneeze...and immediately wish you hadn't.  Mom Level: 5

-Spend more time in the baby section than the women’s section at Old Navy. Mom Level: 2

-Let baby pee all over himself (face included) before you realize what’s happening…and then feel really bad about it. Mom Level: 7

-Be in a constant state of just plain tired. Mom Level: 4

-Pray about poop. Mom Level: 9.3

-Cut your hair off. Mom Level: 10. The transformation is now complete.

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