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Hi!

It's been a while. Parenthood land is filled laundry, vacuuming, diapers, feeding and other super fun chores. Our little one is still mastering her hands and has awesomely started sleeping through the night.  It's seriously the best ever!

My cooking world has sort of fallen to the wayside.  The main issue being getting to the grocery store.  It's impossible to leave the house and when I get the chance to go out I don't want to go to the grocery store.

Some exciting news is that  I've been working on jewelry to contribute to my friends' company called Partly Cloudy Collective.  Stay tuned for details on where you can buy my pieces.

Sweater pin with fresh water pearls

Upcycled Givenchy pearls with crystals and cut stone on an aged silver chain.

Acrylic pattern pendant on upcycled aged metal chain

Day Dream Day Drinker

I'm pretty sure my cats are preparing me for having a toddler.  I spend a lot of my day yelling "no" and "get down."  Of course these commands rarely work on the first attempt and I bet you it's the same way when reasoning with an 18 month old.

My little one is almost 4 months old.  I caught her gazing at her little fists as if to say "what the hell are you?"  She's been smacking her face a lot so I'll excuse the profanity for now.  

I'm so glad that this is something babies outgrow.  It's kind of awful to see your baby hit themselves over and over again. Then there's the added bonus of waking themselves up (dear God no!!!)  We are pretty lucky at the moment she's sleeping through the night and still taking multiple naps throughout the day. She's probably exhausted or knocked herself out. 

The longer our girl is around I've realized her sleeping patterns are proportional to my sanity. Essentially less sleep for baby equals a Mom that's on the brink of hysterics all day.  This is not an equation for a happy household.  

So this project my guy has been working on is going to continue through March.  It's wonderful (like stubbing your toe.)  I'm at the point where I would like to body slam his job repeatedly. It's so frustrating because all there is to do is accept it.  I can't call his boss or write an anonymous letter-- believe me I've thought about it. 

It's incredibly hard to be grateful that your partner is gainfully employed when it completely dominates his entire life.  This is where I daydream about the days of old when everyone worked eight to five and drank on the job.  Oh wait, that's Mad Men and white privilege talking here.  Crap.

I think I better go check on dinner.  

Grim Reaper folding socks

I don't know what it is about being a parent that has brought out a sense of urgency to complete day to day tasks.  It might be leftover nesting hormones but I just can't seem to get everything I want done.  I wonder if it's because there's this tangible road block that cries and coos.

She comes first in all things.  If I have to do laundry and she's crying or hungry I have to cease and desist immediately in order to meet her needs.  I think it makes all (at this point) miniscule time to complete daily chores metamorphosize from mundane duty to enticing solo adventure.  

The other day I went to get the mail.  It was surprisingly invigorating the temperature was a pleasant 30 degrees The sun was shining, the air crisp and it was the perfect crunchy quiet that is exclusively Winter.  I felt a bit like a thief in the night, stealing away a solitary moment in the forbidden world which is essentially doing anything sans baby.

It's new territory I'm exploring.  A place where I don't really know what's going to happen next.  I spend a lot of time just staring at her.  I don't remember being that small and new and dependent.  It makes me feel mortal.  Don't get me wrong I am not one of those people who chases adrenaline in order to feel more alive.  You won't find me testing the sharpness of the Grim Reaper's scythe just for fun.

Life is finite.  Our experiences are infinite but limited to one lifetime.  It's a lot to think about while holding a 4 lb 2 oz baby.