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Mixing polka dots and florals… again.
Yesterday morning, Asa woke up hysterically crying and clingy. This is really unusual for him (I’ve heard some kids just always wake up on the wrong side of the bed, but he usually wakes up chirping “hi! hi! hi!”), so I knew right away that he was sick and expected a day full of runny poops and barfing. All day, though, he just remained lethargic, barely ate, drank lots of water, and only wanted to sleep and cuddle. Throughout the day his temperature stayed around 98 degrees, so I wasn’t too worried. But last night, before my husband and I clocked out for the night, we went in for one…
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Vintage floral dress, Thrift Haul #4, and an Etsy shop update!
So, Monday and yesterday I did a MASSIVE amount of work listing all of the things I’ve gotten for Etsy, and now… I obviously have to share them with you! I thought this would also be a good time to share yet another thrift haul, because my husband and I went to several garage sales, my cousin sent me some estate sale vintage, and its becoming a habit to visit Goodwill on $1.49 Monday. And, of course, I had to try on this pretty 1970’s dress because it’s floral and it came with a belt and a matching detachable neck ruffle (which you can see here) and I wasn’t 100%…
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Polka dots, red lips, and real mom confessions
I always wonder how the lives of other mom bloggers go. What do they do day-to-day; what is their routine like; do they actually get dressed for all day??? Because I have a confession: I am usually not dressed until Asa goes down for his nap. Which these days is around 1pm. I don’t generally feel like putting pretty things on, doing my makeup, wearing shoes, or getting hair all done for most of the morning, when there are two meals to be had that could potentially stain clothes, a toddler to be chased, and no clear sightline to the living room from anywhere in the house. And when you’ve…
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Polkadots and Pregnancy
So lately, people have been asking if I’m having the baby soon (as in, they think I’m almost due), and when I tell them I still have three months, everyone tries to backtrack really hard. It’s incredibly sweet of them to really not want to offend this pregnant woman by thinking I look… well… really pregnant, but here’s the thing: dude, I’m pregnant. I carry the kid ALL in the belly, so I know it sticks out. And you know what? That’s totally and completely okay. In fact, I love it. I love looking really pregnant. First of all, I know I don’t look fat, so let’s not even worry…