A photo journal comprised of my thoughts on motherhood and other life happenings, as well as some of professional work as a photographer. Southern California is home.
Hooper eats crayons. Sure, he proceeds to spit out the wax particles but it doesn’t stop him from sticking that colorful stick in his mouth every time we go to a restaurant. That is, until we went out the other night and the waiter handed him a couple colored pencils. He attempted to take a bite, it didn’t work out, and I think he even made a line or two on the paper. What an invention those colored pencils are.
It was my mom’s birthday on Cinco de Mayo, so I broke out a few colored pencils I had in the drawer in hopes he’d draw a little something in her card. Instead, he was more interested with taking the pencils out of the container and then putting them back in. The word “interested”, by the way, is a complete and utter understatement. Check it out for yourself, the boy was absolutely enthralled. Dead concentration caught on film, or that little disc thing we call a memory card.
As a side note, Willy and I took my parents out that night to Cafe Bizou in Sherman Oaks (highly recommended to anyone in the area) and ran into Chuck McCann, the man who does nearly all the voices in animation and television. He had us going coo-coo for coco puffs in no time. He was an instant hit with Hooper and Willy and through their frequent trips outside to play, these three became quite smitten with each other.
Every now and then I need to remind myself I’m pregnant. Like the other morning, after sleeping 9 uninterrupted hours, I asked myself, “Why does it feel like I’ve been hit with a ton of bricks”? Oh yes, because I’m very pregnant. It’s hard to allow myself to rest and nap when I feel like I should have a lot of energy and when there’s a lot of things I’d like to get done. Speaking of sleeping those glorious 9 hours, why is it that you cannot store sleep? If I could just bottle up a few of those hours and save them for a rainy day and by rainy day I mean newborn waking every two hours for the first few months kinda days, then life would be grand. So yes, this week I’m sleeping a lot but more tired than ever and upset by the fact I cannot store sleep.
In other news, all is well at my midwives appointment. They drew blood to rule out any anemia that could be causing the yawning attacks. The baby’s head is down at this point and with any luck he’ll stay nestled in that sweet little position. Oh, and Hawaii was generous to me as far as weight gain is concerned. Twelve weeks to go (remember I plan on a 42 week gestation)… Chugga chugga choo choo.
On a side note, check out our grass. Isn’t that fungus killing it just glorious? With any luck, that will be remedied in the coming weeks.
Happy Cinco de Mayo. Hope you all are spending this beautiful Saturday with a chilled Corona and some homemade salsa. I have a few things to share, starting with this photo of Hooper @ 22 weeks in his “No Hablo” onesie. Want a onesie similar? You can find one here or here.
I also put together a special Cinco de May edition of Mamas & Tykes:
Vintage sailboat romper from Etsy seller Lishyloo. Want one like it? Check out this one or this one. And for the little ladies, try this one or this one.
Lobster swim trunks from i play. There is a built-in swim diaper.
I bought this little red sailboat romper a long time ago on Etsy. The store I purchased it from is now closed. Willy says he looks like a little girl in it, but whatever, I think it’s cute. Hooper can hate me later all he wants.
These swim trunks are from Old Navy. There is no built-in swim diaper, so I bought separate swim diapers. Have a little girl? Check out this adorable suit and this one too.
I told you this Hershey’s shirt is one of my new favorites! And to think I found it under a large pile of clothing and paid only $3 bucks for it! These shorts have been featured in a prior Style de Hooper post and were purchased on Ebay. The shoes are Vans and let me tell you, slip-ons are where it’s at!
