I Did, I Do, I Will

I'm going to take a slight departure today to talk about what came before the baby carriage - love and marriage.

Today marks our 5 year wedding anniversary, and I don't know if either of us truly knew what we were getting into when we said our vows. But I must admit that saying "I do" was the best decision I have ever made. I not only gained a faithful and understanding husband but also a loving and attentive father (insert cheesy smile here).



 So, here's to 5 years of pure bliss (for me, I really can't talk for Carl!) and here's hoping for many more years of love and laughter!

 

8 Month Beauty

Our wrinkly little baby is growing up fast. Each day, she's getting a little older and a lot more beautiful. And today marks her 8 month birthday!

I've grown accustomed to getting her stats on the even months but her next pedi appointment isn't until next month, so I decided to try weighing and measuring her on my own at home today. With a wiggly little baby, it can be quite entertaining:

According to my (non)accurate measurements, Miss Elsa now weighs in at:

19 pounds, 9 ounces
28 inches
and a ginormous head (18 inches)

According to Dr. Google, this puts her at the 73 percentile for weight, 76 percentile for height and 93 percentile for head circumference (did I mention that her head is ginormous?!). I'm confident I measured her head correctly but we'll see at her appointment next month how accurate her weight and height were!

Of course, I also had to mark the day with a special photo shoot :-)

Wordless Wednesday: Elsa's Gameface

Happy Grandparents Day!

Sucker for baby headbands? Check out this giveway

If you're a sucker for a baby in a headband (and who isn't - the headbands available these days are ridiculously cute!), then you'll want to head over to Our Pregnancy Roadtrip and Beyond this week to enter to win one of the blogger's headbands that she sells on Etsy.

I checked out her shop earlier this morning, and I'm loving this headband. It's the perfect pick for Elsa to wear when she's rooting for her Ducks on game days this fall!

Go Ducks!

Elsa donned her University of Oregon onesie today in honor of watching her very first Duck football game. She was so excited about the game, she even went to bed an hour early last night in hopes that it would make the game come quicker.

While the team didn't win (boooo!!!), Elsa had fun playing with her toys watching the game. She will have quite a bit to discuss with her Uncle Chris and Bedstefar the next time she talks with them.

Enough with the pictures already, let's get this game started!

Jetsetting Gals

Last week marked another "first" for Elsa. Mama packed up the bags (and unpacked and repacked about four times for fear that something was being left behind), packed up the baby and handed Dada the keys to transport his two girls to the Sacramento Metropolitan Airport. There, we met Aunt Nic Nic and us three ladies flew to Southern California to celebrate the upcoming arrival of another sweet baby girl.

I have never had problems with flying but the entire week leading up to the trip was full of anxiety. What if I forgot something like diapers or bottles at home? What if Elsa screamed the whole flight, causing hundreds of strangers to forever hate us? What if we hit a pocket of air and I dropped Elsa causing her to be injured (again).

Thankfully, all of those worries were unnecessary. Miss Elsa was a little angel during the two flights!

Mama, don't worry. I have this covered!

However, Mama also got the pleasure of a "first" at the airport. When going through security for the flight home, something that looked unusual came up on the scan of Miss Elsa's diaper bag. This caused the TSA agent to swab the bag for potential bomb ingredients. The test came back positive!!! So I got the pleasure of having a FULL pat down.

And all of the contents in the diaper bag (including my poor pump) got (wo)manhandled by what I am guessing was latex gloves. You better believe that everything was dumped in the washing machine the instant we got home!

My camera was in the diaper bag, so pictures could not be taken of that leg of the trip (oh shucks!). But if you want all of the gory details, I'm sure that Aunt Nic Nic would be more than happy to share.