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Sometimes I will replay some random memory in my head and then feel a strange urgency to write it down. It's like some sort of gate opens up in my brain allowing my consciousness to completely remember every aspect of a certain moment. Each element is perfectly memorized: the smells, what I touched, what I heard, and naturally, what I felt.
Such a memory came to me as I drove home the other day. I was stressed and annoyed with the sudden San Diego heat and suddenly I was back in a hospital bed in the cotton pajamas I brought since I did not want to wear the awful hospital gown. The room was a dark gray and the only lights came from the myriad of unnecessary medical devices my baby and I were connected to. An IV pumped my body with so much fluid my face was grossly swollen and I had to bring an entire machine into the bathroom with me just to take a quick pee. I was almost 36 hours into labor and very uncomfortable.
I couldn't sleep since I rejected pain meds at that point and the hustle and bustle of the nurses outside kept interrupting my tiredness. Todd was sleeping on the cold linoleum floor next to me covered with a flimsy blanket. I wanted him to lay next to me and be warm but I knew we wouldn't fit in the tiny bed.
I closed my eyes again and felt a strange feeling of euphoria come over me. A sort of contentment, a knowing sense that I was loved and lucky. It was similar to the feeling a child gets during the holidays or after a warm bath and freshly washed sheets. I could hear the strong beating of Olivia's heart, Todd's faint snoring, and my own breathing in quiet room. I suppose that's the closest I've come to knowing my life is going to drastically change, being completely aware that something huge was going to happen, and being totally okay with it.

Tuesday Tunes

Todd and I saw Belaire play in San Francisco at a super fun and totally appropriate hipster bar called The Hemlock. It is was such a fun show. Tiny crowd, lots of energy, and maybe a vodka or two. They totally rocked our socks off. Come to San Diego!!!!



And a little sweetness...

A Sunday Flashback

Me when I was around 3 years old.


Todd when was he 4 (his shirt says so! haha!)


Olivia yesterday

The nest, the bump, and now the knot.

10.10.10 will be the day I officially become a Mrs.

Sleeping in... not.

My Facebook status update this morning:

It seems like I will never get to sleep past 7am again, Olivia is a very hyper early bird. Every day I am woken up by her throwing toys at me, sitting on my head so she can look out the window, or very carefully trying to pull my eyelashes out.

Let's just say the Pea is stoked on life. And I drink too much coffee.

Hrm... interesting.

Pea doesn't watch television, but we do listen to The Shins. This whole kiddie program thing is new to me.

Articles like this one really help me reconsider our country's idea of the so-called "educational" television and how I plan to implement television watching as my daughter grows up. One thing I do know: No kiddie show will ever come close to being as enlightening and stimulating as going out and exploring the real world with your child.

One of my favorite examples of this can be found over at Urban Housewife Blog. Her two adorable kids have so many fun adventures and she happens to have a super talented eye for photography to capture it all!

Don't get me wrong. I am not anti-TV. I used to watch Sesame Street and then I'd go off and read a picture book. It's all about balance. One hour of television so mama can get a break is obviously not going to turn your toddler into a vegetable, but it is interesting to think of ways to expand your child's own imagination instead of spoon feeding them the marketing that is our highly profitable American media.

Getting caught up.