graham the gnome

On our last night in San Francisco, Jeff & I dragged Graham all over the city to be sure he visited all of our favorite sites before we left. One day, we want to be able to flip open an album and show him what a cool birthplace he had, since he's too little to remember any of it now. So remember those classic Travelocity commercials? With the garden gnome all over the world? That's where we drew our inspiration--only this time we popped on Graham's gnomey hat {made by Becca}, and hit the S.F. highlights. {Isn't that hat crazy, perfect? You wouldn't believe the compliments we received as we toured the town!}And an update on the move: The dust has settled. We made it to Minnesota, safe and sound, but it's been one wild week. Graham slept through our red-eye flight last Saturday, settled in at Grandma's house, and promptly came down with his first ear infection, fever, and dirty cold. :( Poor fella. Thankfully, he's feeling and eating much better now! Jeff and his little bro braved the monotonous journey in the Budget rental truck + car trailer across the country and finally made it here. Don't even get me started on the perils of renting a moving truck...The boys got stranded twice, once with a flat tire, and once with a car dolly that had completely snapped in half. Thankfully, no one was hurt (except for the underbelly of our car!). I'm disgusted that they let those rusty pieces of junk out on the open road. Seriously friends, resist the tantalizing deals, never rent from Budget.

happy {first} father's day

To my sweet husband,

Mr. Graham & I are so blessed to have you. The other day I was watching the two of you together; watching G stare up at you inquisitively as you told him silly stories. Such a wonderful little moment. I could not stop thinking that I hope G grows up to be as great a guy as you are. I have loved watching you become a father and marvel at how much love there is to go around in our little trio.

You are a cute dad. I love watching the two of you nap together; a curled up little G on your chest. I love that you've perfected the diaper change and I'm so appreciative of how you're always so eager to help out. Even at 5 a.m. I'll never forget the day you turned and said to me, "People who never want to have kids don't know what they're missing."

So to the man who plays "baby elevator," proudly carries his son in a paisley-printed sling at the mall, and reads Goodnight Moon, Happy First Father's Day. You are the best.

guess who?

...just slept through the night last night?
and the night before last?
that's right,
that's my sweet boy.
10p-5a.
that's 7 hours.
that's amazing.

i love my sleeping bug.
and he just figured out how to {consistently} stick his thumb/hand/fingers in his mouth to self-soothe.

i took this pic of him on the sly this a.m., my little sleepy head, watching him wake up.

on the beach

Last weekend, we had the chance to do a fun photo shoot for the Horrillo family--Jeff's aunt+uncle, and cousins. They have been so amazing to us while we've lived here. They helped us move in and get settled, invited us over for super delicious meals (introduced us to calamari and a million other things), and even threw a big party for Graham after his baptism. So a little family photo shoot felt like the least we could do for them in return.

Anyway, back to the beach. Jeff took all of the photos, of course, while G and I helped with styling, posing, hair fixing, and wave watching. :) These pics were all taken after a beautiful hike down to the remote Northeast corner of Baker Beach--super close to the bridge. But before the photoshoot, we met them at Ocean Beach for a picnic+fire, complete with brats, gourmet salads, a bottle of wine, and yes, s'mores. The entire time we've lived here, I've always wanted to have a beach bonfire, but just never got around to it. I'm pretty sure that was the last major activity I hoped to do before leaving S.F. So beach bonfire, Check! Something about grimey combination of sand, smoke and sticky s'mores just screams summer to me. It was bliss. I love these cute pics that Leslie took of us in action during the session:

just in time for summer.

A brand new computer arrived at my doorstep today. That's right--a pretty little laptop and she's all mine! Since the lappy-love of my college days died a year and a half ago, I've been patiently sharing Jeff's computer with him...Not always easy, especially when he's hard-core editing photos and such. Two weeks ago we randomly found a great deal on this steal of a laptop, and the rest is history! Initially I wasn't sure that this was the best time and place to spend a bit cash, but now I'm so thankful to have something more portable, just in time for our big move. So hip, hip and to celebrate the lovely new screen in front of me, I just downloaded this awesome wallpaper by Sarah Ahearn via Kindred.

the prettiest peonies

...are gracing my kitchen table today.

melting my heart on a sunday a.m.

Isn't he the most kissable thing you've ever seen?

And now for my beef with the Carter's baby clothing company. I bought him this little sweater vest for him to wear to one of our big family weddings this summer. The tag said 3mo--so I assumed that meant 3-6 mo. and tucked it away with all of his "clothes to grow into." Right? Wrong. Apparently their idea of 3 months stops at 12.5 lbs. Which is exactly what G weighs. So drink him up--this may be his first and last week in the sweater vest outfit. Drag! :(

take me out to the opera

Last weekend, my friend Kayt came to hang out with us for one final hurrah before the big move. On Friday night we went to Opera in the Park--Twice a year the San Francisco Opera does a live simulcast of its performance on the Jumbotron at AT&T park (aka the Giant's Stadium). It's a blast--a total free for all. You sit wherever you want, in the stands or bring a blanket for the outfield. You can pack a picnic or eat brats + wine from the concessions. You even get to sing "Take me out to the opera" in between Acts II & III. So fun!

So on Friday we went to see Tosca, and decided to bring Graham along to get a little culture in his life. It was outdoors and family friendly--so no one would mind a little late evening fussing. Or at least that's what we thought, until the stranger sitting in front of us turned around and basically reprimanded us for bringing such a small babe to such a big stadium. {Mind you, this is all transpiring while I'm attempting to breastfeed him discreetly in public...one of my new favorite pastimes.} She then proceeded to stare and offer Jeff tips on how to burp a baby. That's right--she told him he was bopping his back too hard. At this point, we're flustered and Graham is screaming. That's when it gets good. She held out her arms and offered to take him!! Creeeeepy!! I'm thinking: I don't even know you. I just met you. You just insulted our parenting. And we're in a crowd of 20,000 people. But sure, take my baby! I shook my head, said no way, and whisked him out of our seat faster than Graham can fill a clean diaper. Seriously people. I know she meant well, but still, I was astonished.

this is...

...how my week is stacking up. The entire back wall of our garage is barricaded by boxes, but we're definitely weathering the cardboard storm. I'm feeling a bit reminiscent of how this all began. There's still sooo much more packing to do and this time it feels like we've doubled our collection now that Graham's in the picture. It makes me wonder why and if we truly need so much stuff. Seriously, I am feeling so materialistic right now.

This week I am spending every waking/baby sleeping moment on Craigslist. And who is Craig anyway? Sheer genius. We're lightening our load and trying to sell off some of our bulkier things and retiring some of our furniture. Things like my DIY upholstered headboard. If you're in the Bay Area and interested in scoring some sweet deals, check out some of our listings:
coffee table
upholstered headboard
vintage painted headboard
loveseat slipcover
ikea bookshelves
queen mattress, spring, and frame
DVD rack


But necessity or nicety, the rest is coming with us. And after moving in and out and even across the country once or twice before, I've devised an organizational system for all of the boxes...And I hope it works. Rather than wasting time ambiguously labeling everything, I am color coding this time. Each room gets a different colored index card (see above). Each box gets a color card taped to it, with its contents listed. We'll just have to clue in the boys who help us unload the truck. :)

And now back to packing.

2 months!?

Dear sweet lil' Graham,

You are two months old today. How is that possible!? You are growing so big and so painfully fast that we no longer count your age in days, or even weeks, but months. Your cheeks are getting chubbier, legs a bit more rolly, and that round little tummy of yours--oh my. Last week when we took you to visit the pediatrician, you weighed almost 12 lbs already and I almost cried more than you did when they stuck your chunky thighs with round 1 of immunizations. {We're glad that's over for 2 more months anyway.} It's no wonder that you've already sprouted out of your 0-3 months clothes! But growing into a whole new size means more fun for mommy when it comes to getting dressed in the morning.

Even more fun than watching you grow so big, is watching those bright blue eyes of yours become more focused and more curious every day. You've become so much more interactive; you've discovered your little hands, and just about every single facial expression in the book. You use your voice now for more than just blood-curdling crying. Your coos are irresistably adorable. The changing table used to be the most awful place--you used to scream when we tortured you by changing your dirty dipes. But now, you love it there. Just hanging out, doing your little boy thing. That's where we get the best smiles and coos out of you!But your most beloved activity of late (besides eating and napping, of course), is bathtime. You just drink it up--soaking, splashing, and wiggling around. So to celebrate today, we {accidentally} added 2x the bubbles! You are a fan.