Hi, I’m Marie, and what you see is what you get.

I was scared to death to give birth.

I gave birth in a hospital, with an OBGYN, and with the assistance of an epidural, and would do it the same way all over again.

My birth plan consisted of: I want an Epidural, and “Get this kid out as quickly and safely as possible.”

Breastfeeding did not work out for Jake and I, so I formula feed.  I plan on formula feeding the next time around.  No doubt.

I use disposable diapers, and it makes life easier for me.

I am still paranoid to take Jake out to a restaurant out of fear of inciting a riot.

While my husband and I try to buy organic when possible for our family, sometimes it just doesn’t happen.

Jake goes to daycare, and I think it is one of the best parenting decisions my husband and I ever made.

Husband and I have Saturday date nights every other week.  It is our second best parenting decision we ever made.  (Love to Nonna & Poppy and Grandma & Grandpa!!)

I gave up comparing Jake to other babies when he was about 3 months old.  The stress and worries were so not worth it.

Jake is vaccinated.

A bag of town house crackers and animal crackers on every Jake outing work miracles.

I don’t spend hundreds of dollars on Jake’s wardrobe.  Carters, Old Navy, and Robeez shoes work out just fine.

While I consider myself to be pretty crafty, (I knit, and sew quilts and handbags), I do not sew clothes, bibs, or crib shoes for Jake.  It’s just too time consuming for little things that will be outgrown or spilled on in 5 minutes.  Jake has three of his own quilts, and fabric pennants in his room that I sewed.

I drink wine.  I drink it because I want it, but some nights, I drink it because I need it.

Jake does not take swimming lessons yet. 

I find nothing wrong with letting Jake have Sprout TV time in the mornings and before bath time.  The child is not sitting in front of the TV with a bowl full of Doritos, so it’s cool.

Jake eats what we eat.  I do not hold back on Garlic, Onions, Basil or Rosemary.

Some days I feel like I have a love affair with Jake- we could have a rough night, he fusses, I’m on my last thread of patience, and then I wake up in the morning to that big, smiling, dimpled face and that is all I can think about for the rest of the day… to the point that I want to break him out of daycare at 2:00 in the afternoon and smother him ‘till dinner time.

On my 32nd birthday my husband bought me my first tattoo.  It’s a needle and thread, and I love it.

I run half marathons, and this is something I could not give up after I had Jake.  Every Saturday I run between 6-8 miles for my long run of the week.  (I actually powerwalked a 5K the day before Jake was born).

I thank God every day for my husband.  He does more than I ever thought could be humanly possible for both Jake and myself.  He indulges me in my Lilly Pulitzer and handbag obsession, he lets me sleep in a little on Saturday mornings while he plays trucks with Jake, and he always has my favorite bottle of pinot grigio stocked (by the case) in our house.  Oh yeah, and he has the patience of a saint.  Bless that man.

Leave Some Comment Love