Saturday, December 22, 2012

Have a Jolly Holiday

 From Our Family to You & Yours!

Source: via Katie on Pinterest

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I may or may not be just a little obsessed with our Holiday Card this year ;) 

I signed our names on the cards, because I think it adds a little personal touch. What do you think?

What did you do for your holiday cards? If you have a link, I'd love to see!


Monday, December 17, 2012

A quick note.

My girl is amazing. I could watch her movements all day. At only two years-old, she has such a natural confidence in her step--one I don't even carry at twenty-six. Her spit-fire personality lures other children, even twice her age or more, to follow her around.

I can't help but laugh to myself as she kicks off her rain boots to frolic about the backyard, barefoot. A girl whose eyes mimic mine, certainly does not take after me in this sense. She definitely favors her mommy, but is as independent as they come. Which, I must admit, I rather like about her.


Friday, December 7, 2012

PPD: 2 Years Later

When Emmalyn was just several weeks old, and I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel, I once said to my mother, "I wish you could just take care of her for a couple of years, and I'd come back when I felt better."

Emmalyn is two years old now.

Imagine everything I would have missed, had my wish actually came true?

I would have missed her learning how to crawl and laugh.

I would have missed her first steps.

I would have missed a bazillion irreplaceable hugs and slobbery kisses.

I would have missed her saying, "I love you, Mommy" for the first time.

My life would not be as rich and fulfilling as it is now if I had *sat out* the last two years. I'm thankful for those around me who pushed me to meet my potential in my role of motherhood.

Getting through depression really puts things in perspective. When I'm exhausted and can't imagine enthusiastically reading We're Going On a Bear Hunt for the umpteenth time, I think about how lucky I am to have a healthy child, and to be healthy myself. Some aren't so fortunate. Some would give up everything they have to read to their child just one more time.

Postpartum depression or not, I still have days where I want to pull my hair out because Emmalyn has just thrown Cheerios all over the department store floor--again. There are days where I want to crawl up into a ball on the couch and wait for tomorrow. But my experiences have taught me how to *get it together* and BE the light at the end of the tunnel.

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Friday, November 30, 2012

10 Reasons Why I'm Not Ready for Baby #2

10. I enjoy the amount of sleep I'm currently getting.

  9. I don't want to give up any time spent with my #1 Girl.

  8. The hubs and I can't agree upon any boy or girl names.

  7. I'm waiting for my friends to produce Baby #1.

  6. I don't even know where we would put another baby in this house.

  5. I'm scared of getting postpartum depression again.

  4. I refuse to be a preggers bridesmaid for my BFFs wedding in June.

  3. I have enough trouble keeping up with one kid as it is.

  2. Indy would feel neglected x 2. And would starve.

  1. I'm already dreading losing the baby weight!


{p.s. until there's a font for sarcasm & satire, i hope you can see the humor in this}

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Women Connect ... From Mrs. to Mama


New Girl / Modern Family / Glee / Whitney / Big Bang
Taylor Swift / Michael Buble Chrstimas
write & illustrate a children's book / write a memoir on my horrid, but enlightening postpartum depression experience 
leggings & flowy tanks {Florida cannot make up its mind}
how to keep up with the damn housework
a housekeeper ;)
God for each new day I get to wake up
People Magazine {any suggestions on a good read?}
make-believe kitchen with my two year-old
health / safety / happiness / for all 

If You Really Knew Me, You'd Know...
- I have a 2 year-old daughter named Emmalyn/"Emmy", and I'm kinda obsessed with her.
- I love brushing my teeth. No really, I do.
- I'm still taking anti-depression meds for postpartum depression.
- I'm sarcastic. A lot. & I'm afraid people take me too seriously.
- I'd much rather stay home than go out to a bar.
- I write something about my daughter, Emmy's life
- I once bought pillow cases at Goodwill because they were yellow & pretty. My husband will not sleep on them.
- I used to be fairly controlling & Type A, until I overcame PPD.
- I want three kids. I think.
- I got pregnant before we got married... whoopsies!

- I can come off as stuck-up, but really I'm just observing--I'm actually pretty shy until you get to know me.
- I find it nearly painstakingly difficult to strike up a random conversation.
- It's a pet-peeve of mine when people *pat* me on the leg.
- Brownies & chocolate fudge are my weakness.
- When I was 17, my body was used as the model for Britney Spears' & Madonna's body for Ripley's Believe It or Not wax museum in Niagara Falls.

A Few of My Favorite Things...
.Essie Nail Polish.
.Mary Poppins.
.Messy Hair Braids.
.Green Tea.
.Anything Blue.
.Skinny Jeans.
.Home-Made Birthday Parties.

.The Holiday.
.The Beach.
.Sweet Tea.

More Personal.
There are so many risks I want to take in life, but am way too scared to take that first leap. The quote, "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone," really resonates with me because according to this quote, my life has definitely not started. I'm stuck with one foot out of my comfort zone, but that's all. I'm stuck. I have many ambitions in life, but am finding that it will be impossible to do them all at the same time. I also find it's even more impossible if I don't get my ass up and do something about these life desires. 

Navy Doctor Wife Life.
Say that 10x fast!

Growing up, I never (even in my wildest dreams) imagined I would be married to a Doctor in the Navy. {In my wildest dreams I was married to Justin Timberlake... ha!} Sometimes I can't help but stop and ponder, "What on earth did I get myself into?" In a good way, of course. I'm not going to sugar-coat it though--there are times when I want to pull my hair out: what with all the uncertainty and sudden changes that are constantly made, unbeknownst to us. Being a med school wife has taught me a lot about patience and flexibility. Not knowing when my husband will be home each day used to be terribly annoying, but I've gotten used to it. My motto through it all? 

That's life. It is what it is, and I'm just gonna roll with it! 

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This post is a linkup @ From Mrs. to Mama 
If you found me through the linkup, leave me a comment so I can come *meet* you, too! :) 


Monday, November 19, 2012

A Chicka Chicka Birthday Party

A cool, overcast morning welcomed the start of my baby girl's second birthday--a day I had been anticipating for a long time. Months of visualizing, planning, and creating was finally here. My favorite book as a child was about to come to life for my own daughter. 

Life is so much sweeter as a mother. 

I enjoy life immensely more, seeing things through my daughter's eyes.

As if on cue, the clouds opened like a curtain, debuting the Florida sunshine. My vision of Emmalyn's second birthday party was exceeded, above and beyond. Emmalyn was surrounded by a plethora of friends and family. The best part was that we actually had littles at her party this year! Seeing Emmalyn race to her friends in excitement, and introduce them to those around her, was a favorite moment of mine. (That--and the adult relay race we had!)

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Just like last year, we hosted her party in our backyard. We're sure going to miss this oasis when we move for B's residency this spring.

 Chicka Chicka Bounce Bounce

Mama's & Papa's Mimosas
{spiked pink lemonade & sparkling peach moscato}

The guests signed a brand new copy of the book. Someone did not tell this mama that books cost $17.99 nowadays!? WTF?! I think I'm going to have people sign in a *themed* book every year for Emmy's birthday.

Chicka Chicka Chicken (from Chick-fil-a) & Flip Flop Fruit

 Pileup Pasta

Full Moon Favors ... a.k.a. Chocolate-covered Oreos with sprinkles!

Dare Double Dare Dip

Happy 2nd Birthday!

A B Cookies & Boom Boom Brownies
{a.k.a. diabetes brownies & death by cookies}

The moment Emmalyn had been waiting for all day!

 ! C A K E !

Yes, my child WOULD put all the candles back on the cake instead of actually eating the cake.

just a few of Emmy's friends...

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It was a perfect day, for a perfect party, for a perfect little girl.

Thank you to everyone who made her party possible!!

& a special shout-out to my husband, who helped make Emmy possible ;)


Sunday, November 18, 2012

Thursday, November 15, 2012


My baby girl will be two in two days. 

I cannot believe it.

I cannot. I cannot. I cannot.

{the little engine who could, anyone?}

What was I saying?

Oh yes! Emmalyn will be two on Saturday.

It's crazy. 

You know, when Emmalyn turned one, it was exciting to me. It meant we had *survived* the first year of parenthood. But now that she's turning two, I'm kind of sad. It means she's not a baby anymore. Now, some could argue she hasn't been a baby for a while now with the way she can carry on a completely comprehensible conversation with strangers, but otherwise she's a baby.

Two is not a baby anymore. She's seriously so grown up. I know, it sounds kind of ridiculous, but she is. She says things like:

"How are you?"
"Where are we going next?"
"Name's Emmy. Nice to meet you."
"Indy's a good boy. I feed Indy Cheerios. He's hungry. Indy's so funny."
"May I have it?"
"Come here. I have to tell you something."
"Did you have fun at yoga, Mommy?"

It's unreal.

She knows her ABC's, counts to 16, counts backwards from 6, can spell "Emmy", and can do a forward roll. She sings songs from The Sound of Music and Mary Poppins, in addition to the toddler standards.

& turning two would not be complete without a full-on tantrum in Target. One that involves kicking, screaming, and throwing oneself onto the floor--all because one does not want to sit in the cart.

Like I was saying, she's not a baby anymore. 

Because I always look on the bright side, I know I should be thankful my daughter is two. & trust me, I am. I am seriously so super blessed to have a healthy and happy little girl.

But for reals... TWO?!

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more to come // we are celebrating emmy's 2nd birthday this saturday... chicka chicka boom boom style

even more to come // how i am doing two years after postpartum depression

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Thursday, November 8, 2012

Practically Perfect!

Better late than never for a Halloween pic, am I right?

We had a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious time!
Emmalyn was super excited to be a little Poppins' penguin, and enjoyed every minute of her first "walking" Trick-or-Treating.

My *almost* two year-old had no problem waddling right up to the doors all by herself, proudly boasting:
"Trick-or-Treat... Happy Halloween... Thank You!"

The best part was when she gave out all her candy to the remaining trick-or-treaters at my in-laws.

Halloween is definitely way more fun as a parent!


Oh, and in case you were wondering... yes, I made her costume ;)

Monday, September 24, 2012

Show & Tell: Stranded Island

1. Tell us, if you could only take 5 people with you to a deserted island, who would it be, and why?
 Now, what kind of deserted island are we talking about? Like a Bora Bora/Tahiti/Maldives type of island...? Because if we are, then I'm totally down for being stranded. When does the S.S. Minnow leave?! I'd for sure bring my husband. For one, he's my husband; and two, he's basically a doctor, so he'd bring the Band-Aids and hydrogen peroxide. IF I decided to bring Emmalyn with me, I'd also have to bring my parents... you know, to babysit. With views like Tahiti, you better believe we'll need a babysitter ;)

On the other hand, if we're talking about a deserted island, Hunger Games style (except without The Capital controlling everything), then I'd still bring my hubby, but would definitely also bring professional survivalist, Steven Rinella from The Travel Channel, because, well you know... the guy's made a career out of surviving. Bear Grylls, from Man vs. Wild would be an exceptional addition to my Stranded Island Crew, too--just in case Mr. Rinella needed some assistance. That leaves us with two more recruits... Hmm, I think I'd bring Zooey Deschanel for comedic relief & random interpretive dance moves. I swear we were twins in another life. Lastly, I'd probably bring my mom so I could be babied--HA! There are times when I 'just want my mommy' and I feel like being on a deserted island would be another one of those times.

You're probably thinking, "You wouldn't bring your own daughter?" Hells to the no. If I can't get her to eat avocados, how the heck do you think I'm going to get her to eat bugs and trees?! Plus, she's not potty-trained. Enough visual.
2. Show us which island you'd like to be deserted at. 
3. Tell us, if you could only bring 3 items with you, what would those items be. And why?
Feminine products. Why? Well, imagine not having them. Again, enough visual. I would bring a journal and pen. (Wait, does that count as one or two items?) I think I would go insane if I couldn't jot down my random thoughts/feelings. Plus, it would make for really good memories. For my third item, I'd bring sun cream. I'm huge when it comes to protecting my skin!
4. Show us 3 pictures that you would take with you.
This is my favorite picture from our wedding:
A newborn photo of Emmalyn:
To make me laugh:
5. Tell us what you envision life would be like on that island. Do you think you would go into survival mode? Would you be like those Survivor people and eat bugs? What qualities do you possess that would help you survive. Do share.

I would not survive... I'm super optimistic, huh? I don't even weigh enough to donate blood, so how could I live off of bugs and leaves?! Damn. So much for enjoying a deserted island...

So what about you?

Do tell!


Friday, September 21, 2012

Flashback Friday

There are many... I repeat, MANY things I have anticipated sharing on my little piece of Interspace {i.e. Our Wedding Celebration... Emmy's 1st Birthday... etc...} but for some reason or another I never got around to it.

Instead of feeling bad,  I'm just going to present this as: Flashback Friday. It's a time where I will get caught up on important events from the past. Will I do it every Friday? Probably not. So it'll be extra special when I do! ;)

So here's my first...

What? Emmalyn's 1st Birthday Party
                     {guess I better high-light this before she turns 2 in two months!!}

When? Saturday, November 19, 2011 (actual bday is 11/17)
Where? Our backyard {a.k.a. Emmalyn's Enchanted Forest}

Who? So many of our family and closest friends came to celebrate our daughter's first year of life. First birthdays are more for the parents, don't you think? The invites should have said something like, "Come celebrate Katie and Blake's first year of parenthood--they made it out alive!"

^ That's my Dad! ^
yes, we like to dress up for celebrations.
& yes, that was my ballet recital costume from when I was 12.

Why? Go big or go home, right? I have never been one to comfortably enjoy celebrating my own birthday (I just don't like being the center-of-attention), but I LOVE celebrating other people's birthdays. & now that I have my daughter... well, that just makes me want to go crazy overboard! Planning, organizing, and creating events like these fulfill me. I love everything that's involved in the process. It gets my creative juices flowing and is a sort of cheap therapy for me! 

In lei of gifts, we invited people to bring an item to contribute to Emmalyn's "Time Capsule" to be opened on her 18th birthday. We received such creative things: from grocery store ads, to an iPhone case, to video diaries... some were wrapped up so even I couldn't sneak a peak for another 18 years!


How? The whole party could not have been possible without the help of our super generous parents!

Before digging in to all the grub, we invited everyone to hold hands in a circle. It was by far my favorite part of the whole party. Blake opened up with a prayer of thanks, always knowing the perfect words to say. I, someone who barely speaks publicly, thanked everyone for all of their patience and support over the past year.

Everyone who was present knew of the postpartum nightmare I went through, and many of them went above and beyond to unselfishly take care of my new little family and me. It was such a surreal, emotional, humbling, and out-of-body experience, standing in that circle. In a second's time, my mind flashed-back to all of the joy and pain I endured. But mostly, the circle of prayer brought me hope. Hope that I could make it through anything, after surviving the past year.

All I needed was a little faith, trust, and pixie dust ;)



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