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When we first found out we were going to have a child, four years ago, Jamy and I were both hoping for a little boy. There seemed to be something special about the notion of our other children having a protective older brother to lead the way. We also somehow got it in our head that a boy might be easier to handle and thus a great transition into parenthood.
So far we haven’t been too far off base with our assumptions. While, Holland, is only a year old, I swear I can already see a major difference in her personality. She has very distinct attributes that scream girl. Some of which are sweet and some of which are a little more difficult. In general.. there is just a lot more sass.
My favorite part of having a little boy, though, is not necessarily the ease of his personality, but his interests. Growing up with an older brother, myself, I think I was always envious of the sports, action figures and overall “tough” persona that comes with boyhood. And now that I have a son, I think that little girl in me gets to vicariously live through Hudson. Is that weird? Probably. Either way, I’m really enjoying our day to day life being filled with trucks and transformers.
And in honor of his truck obsession we took Hudson to see Monster Jam this weekend. And weirdly, Jamy and I were probably more into it than he was. But, it was nice to have some alone time with our little man and just bask in all of his boyness as his sister spent time with her aunt and grand mama.
It’s amazing the amount of fun that can be derived from a creepy, three dollar mask from the party store. Hudson, or Batman as he likes to be called, insisted on wearing this get up during our walk last night. He climbed trees, fought crime and stopped The Joker from stealing our dinner.
Louisiana is quite literally being flooded away right now. Our home is, very fortunately, not in a badly hit zone, but we are still being trapped inside all weekend by the constant showers. Which means, cabin fever. And cabin fever + small children means hell.
Luckily, I just happened to finish this little DIY project for Hudson last weekend and it has turned out to be the perfect lifesaver for a rainy day. Heres, how it came to fruition…
Right outside our balcony door there is a large opening under the railing that is just big enough for a baby or dog to crawl under. And it opens to a 12 foot drop off, leading right down to a hard cement floor. For the last three years, this opening has driven me crazy with worry. We tried covering it with plants and other odds and ends but nothing felt secure enough. So this weekend I finally put my mind to it and used all of my handy man prowess to build…. A BOX! Ha. It was quite easily one of the most simple carpentry projects there is. Four sides and a bottom. But, I was still extremely proud of myself. After all, there was an electric saw involved. And screws. And measurements. And Stains. And Paints. You get the point. I’m basically a DIY Genius, is what I’m getting at here.
We just happened to have a lot of excess wood lying around from past projects. So, I measured that pesky opening in the stair rail and cut the wooden boards down to make a rectangular box that would cover it perfectly. Screwed all of the pieces together. Covered the holes with some wood putty. And Stained and Painted some cute stripes on it. Finally I sealed it with a polyurethane spray to protect it from the elements.
My original plan was to make it into a flower bed. But, I have whatever the opposite of a green thumb is. And I knew my son would inevitably dig in the dirt and ruin it anyway. So, with that in mind, I decided to scratch the live plants idea and fill it with rubber mulch. It’s fairly inexpensive, relatively un-messy (compared to actual dirt) and perfect for your truck obsessed little ones to plow and dig in for hours of fun.
Hudson and Holland have both used it daily since we introduced them to it and I no longer worry about impending doom from falling off of the balcony. It’s a win win! This idea is also a wonderful alternative to a sand box, in my opinion! Let me know if you give it a try!
One of the main things I was looking forward to when having kids was all of the fun holiday activities that I participated in during my own youth. Up until now, Hudson has been a little too young to really partake in any of them. Until, this year! So as soon as those egg dying kits hit the shelves, you can bet we bought them all up. I knew that for my action and truck obsessed kid dying easter eggs might not be super exciting so I wanted to make it appeal to him as much as possible.
Thankfully, we found this awesome Egg Spinner dye kit at the store and a few Paw Patrol decorating stickers. And to my excitement he really loved it.
The egg spinner was definitely more fun than the typical dipping and less frustrating than trying to fish the eggs back out with that weird wire spatula thing. And other than a couple of eggs slipping out of his little fingers and smashing to the ground, I would say it was a big success.
Now, I’m looking forward to egg hunts and easter baskets, and most importantly chocolate bunnies! Happy March!
I am a major sucker for a good theme. And I LOVE a party that looks like it flew off the pages of my Pinterest board. But, this year, I am just feeling very apathetic about most things. And that has poured over into the kids’ birthday parties.
I think I love birthday parties so much that I have pushed them past a point that is personally fun for me and into a level of stress and blown budgets. So this year I made a resolution to not give a crap. (Excuse my language.)
Hudson turned three this year, which is probably the last time he will be blissfully unaware of whether or not he has a party. And Holland is one so she is blissfully unaware of most everything. Except food. So their parties this year were either low key or non existent.
For Hudson, in lieu of a party we just planned a special play date with his best friend. Which is all most kids want anyway, I would say. And yesterday, we celebrated Holland’s First with our family and a couple of our best friends. Honestly, I wouldn’t have done anything if it wasn’t for my desire to watch her eat a smash cake.
So instead of prepping and planning for months, I picked up a few pretty plates, some giant pink balloons, ordered some food from the Jambalaya Shoppe, and trekked the kids out to our neighborhood park. The kids were in heaven. We barely spent any money. And no one’s house had to get messy. I’m pretty convinced this is the best and only way to do parties now.
Holland had a blast. And was of course spoiled with a few presents. The girl is such a pro at eating, that the smash cake was less of a ‘smash’ and more of a ‘daintily taste the cake with her fork’ kind of affair. And aside from a few tears shed when our balloons inevitably made their way up to the clouds, fun was had by all. Definitely a stress free celebration, just like I wanted!
I can not believe that this day is finally here! Holland is one!
I remember during my 20 week ultrasound, being so filled with the hope and expectations of having a girl, I thought I would actually cry if it turned out to be a boy. Don’t get me wrong I LOVE being a boy mom and was so grateful that my first child was a son. But when the tech said that Holland was a little girl I felt like I could finally breathe for the first time since entering the room.
Since then, life has been all snuggles, skirts and bows. And I couldn’t be happier. Holland has made our family complete and way more energetic.
My absolute favorite thing about her is how much she loves to hug and cuddle things. Her Cloud B Bubbly Bunny in particular is her best friend. She drags it around the house by the ear and when she’s worn herself out she stops for a quick cuddle.
Other wonderfully Holland things are her obsession with all the foods (just like mom), the way she waves and says ‘hai’ and ‘bai’, and her major adoration for all things Hudson.
I can’t wait to see what kind of woman she grows into.