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Gatsby’s birth story, or how I live tweeted my labor again

28.03.14


As I shared, I was not particularly loving the final week or two of pregnancy and was trying pretty much everything to get this little guy out.

Stuff that does not work to induce labor:

  • Having the doctor strip your membranes
  • Spicy food: Mexican, curry, triple-chili powder chocolate cupcakes
  • Third trimester tea
  • Pedicures/foot massages
  • Labor Cookies
  • Scrubbing the floor on your hands and knees
  • Sweeping the floor
  • Skipping
  • Bouncing on a large ball
  • Walking miles and miles
  • Running on an elliptical
  • “The thing that got you into trouble in the first place”
  • Anything to do with your nipples
  • Evening Primrose Oil
  • Jumping off the bottom step
  • Squats and lunges
  • Eggplant Parmesan
  • Dancing
  • Full moons
  • Walking miles and miles

What Does Work to Induce Labor: Having a baby that’s ready.

Mommy and daughter bouncing on the labor ball @ohbotherblog

Gatsby’s Birth Story

On his due date, March 23, I woke up to some really mild contractions around 7am, while I was lying in bed. I didn’t think too much of it because I had literally been having contractions for about three weeks at this point. I kept an eye on the clock—they were about 8 minutes apart. As an hour ticked by and the contractions got a bit stronger, I began to realize that this might be it, but I still didn’t want to get my hopes up.

Side note: Having to rely on your own assessment of your discomfort to make that call to the doctor really sucks, especially when you’re a stubborn mule like me who likes to think she’s tough. Having your water break—like mine did with Holden—is at least a clear sign of labor, although, boy, does that make your contractions so much more intense.

Around 8am, I got up and took a shower (I had this weird thing with both pregnancies where I wanted to get myself “ready” to go to the hospital). My contractions were lasting about a minute, were 3-6 minutes apart and were still relatively mild. I called my doctor’s office at 8:36am and my parents at 8:42am. My mom took me to the hospital while my husband stayed at the house with still-sleeping Holden.

We got to the hospital around 9:45am. I wanted to make the walk to Labor & Delivery rather than take a wheelchair, and I could feel my contractions intensifying and coming faster. My OB met me in L&D for my exam: I was 5 cm dilated and still kinda thick by that point, so she wanted to put me on the monitor to see how I progressed before deciding if they would “keep” me… which pissed me off because 1) I knew this was it and 2) the contractions were getting stronger and being strapped to a bed (without meds) is pretty much the last thing you want when you’re in labor.

I was only on the monitor for about 20-30 minutes before they came back to admit me and take me to a room—I guess my moans of pain and the huge peaks of my contractions on the monitor told them this was the real thing. My OB told me then I was a bit too smiley when I first came in and that’s why she didn’t admit me right away… so if there’s a next time, I’ll keep that in mind.

In the middle of a labor contraction @ohbotherblog

Like my labor with Holden, the time from being admitted until receiving the epidural was a blur of pain. Contractions were coming every minute or so and, while they weren’t at the same excruciating level of my first pregnancy (when my water broke), they still felt like I was being eviscerated with a rusty bread knife every 60 seconds. I was still strapped to a bed, receiving IV fluid before they would give me the epidural and still on the monitor. So no walking or ball-bouncing. Just me alone with my pain.

Around 11am (so after about an hour), the doctor gave me the painkiller, Stadol, which doesn’t stop the pain of the contractions but “takes the edge off”—which means makes you kind of high so you can’t focus on the pain as much. It made things a bit better, but the real joy came when my anesthesiologist entered the room around 11:15am.

Getting an epidural @ohbotherblog

I endured one more painful contraction before the sweet, sweet nectar of anesthesia washed through my body and I began the blissful, zen-like ride of no feeling—like, I literally couldn’t even feel my legs. Also, I was still kind of high.

So now that I was feeling good, it was time to let my friends know where I was and to start…

My Labor Live Tweet, Part Deux

(ps – I also live tweeted my labor with Holden, which you can read here.)

In case you don’t feel like scrolling through all the pages, here is the “highly popular” video of me dancing to “Push It,” like I did last time:

Around 1:50pm (so after about 2.5 hours), the doc came in and said I was about 9.5 cm dilated and we’d start pushing within the hour… which came as news to me because I had no idea I had progressed that quickly. I was still feeling nothing. Like, my leg looked and felt like a huge hamhock lying in bed with me.

She came back around 2:20pm and said it was time. So even though I couldn’t feel what I was doing, I was going to push this baby out. They wheeled over the mirror—always a surreal experience—and I watched as, with three pushes that I couldn’t feel, the baby slipped on out. The process took less than four minutes. No drama, no tearing (thank god—guess those padsicles weren’t really necessary).

They put my beautiful baby boy on my chest and I was still in shock that it had all happened so quickly. But here he was, right on time.


And nothing would be the same again.

my great gatsby shower

03.03.14

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

In a super sweet, overwhelming and completely unnecessary move, my family and friends threw me a “sprinkle” yesterday. I’m using “sprinkle” in quotes because this thing was a full-on baby shower. A Great Gatsby-themed baby shower, of course. While I wish they hadn’t gone to all the trouble, I loved it and was so impressed by the effort my mom and mother-in-law had put into the planning.

From playing the Baz Luhrman movie and soundtrack in the background, to feathers and pearls as decoration to guests choosing between wearing headbands, beads or a mustache, they covered all the details.

I mean:

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

(that mirror was my nanny’s <3)

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

They stole my “Hello, Old Sport” sign from the nursery a few days before and I didn’t even notice! Ha!

And then this happened.
Yes, that’s my mother-in-law and my mom.

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

They had me don a headband and feather to fit in with the guests.

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

The cake and cupcakes were gorgeous:

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

My mom was pretty proud of herself for hand-glittering all those letters.

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

 

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

I am not a good cake cutter.
Check out that orb in the photo.
(and yes, that’s a photo of Holden crying in that wall calendar.)

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

Holdy even showed up at the end to join in the fun.

So I’m 37 weeks and I’m now stocked with adorable baby boy clothes and diapers. Let’s do this, little man!

the snoring twenties: gatsby’s nursery

24.02.14

 36 weeks and counting. Though I’m planning on keeping baby #2 in a bassinet in my room (and Holden in the nursery) for the first couple of months, the (teeny tiny) nester inside of me wanted to prep the nursery for his arrival.

As you can see, I actually did very little to change the nursery from Holden’s room to Gatsby’s. A chair swap, a new lamp (from a yard sale), a new mirror (from Target), and an update in some of the wall art counts as redecoration for me. Though, simple may be better in keeping with literary accuracy:

His bedroom was the simplest room of all — except where the dresser was garnished with a toilet set of pure dull gold.

Okay, I don’t have a toilet set of pure gold. Here’s Gatsby’s nursery anyway.

Nursery for a baby named Gatsby - @ohbotherblog

Nursery for a baby named Gatsby - @ohbotherblog

Nursery for a baby named Gatsby - @ohbotherblog

Nursery for a baby named Gatsby - @ohbotherblog

Nursery for a baby named Gatsby - @ohbotherblog

Nursery for a baby named Gatsby - @ohbotherblog

Nursery for a baby named Gatsby - @ohbotherblog

Nursery for a baby named Gatsby - @ohbotherblog

We’re almost ready for you, buddy!

Nursery for a baby named Gatsby - @ohbotherblog

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other (great) gatsby-esque names

09.05.13

Little Gatsby Shirt from littlewakka

Little Gatsby Shirt from littlewakka (etsy)

The Great Gatsby comes out tomorrow! The Great Gatsby comes out tomorrow!

Okay, so I know I’ve already written some posts about The Great Gatsby, but I really do love me some F. Scott Fitzgerald. I’ve seriously read every short story or book he’s ever written and he was the topic of my senior college thesis (along with Ernest Hemingway and William Faulkner).

My husband, however, is not what you would call “a reader.” In fact, he’s only ever read two legitimate books in his life: The Catcher in the Rye, hence our daughter being named Holden, and…. The Great Gatsby. So this has led to some discussion about Gatsby being the name of our next child, boy or girl.

Gatsby as a boy’s name is rising in popularity, thanks to the new movie coming out (tomorrow! woo!), but according to Nameberry, Gatsby is also rising in popularity for girls’ names as well. Hm. I’m not fully convinced that I can go there. Mr. B is all for it, which is odd, considering he was hesitant about using Holden for a girl’s name in the first place.

Nameberry also has a post on Fitzgerald names beyond The Great Gatsby, which has me thinking about other great, Gatsby-esque names that could also be up for consideration:

Unisex

  • Scottie: F. Scott Fitzgerald’s daughter’s name
  • Amory: This Side of Paradise

Boys

  • Percy: The Diamond as Big as the Ritz
  • Anson: The Rich Boy
  • Roscoe: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Girls

  • Honoria: Babylon Revisited (also the name of the daughter of Fitzgerald’s friends, Gerald and Sara Murphy.)
  • Ailie: The Last of the Belles
  • Marjorie: Bernice Bobs Her Hair
  • Axia: This Side of Paradise

Whaddya think? Should we go for the gold with Gatsby, boy or girl? (ps – I’m totally not pregnant by the way, so it’s a bit of a moot point just now. Or a “moo point,” if you’ve seen that episode of FRIENDS).

great gatsby babies

10.04.13

The Great Gatsby Poster @ohbotherblog

Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby hits theaters May 10, 2013 and people are already buzzing about the resurgence of Gatsby-era baby names. Gatsby is one of the top ten most popular new character baby names, according to Nameberry. AARP is questioning whether Zelda (F. Scott Fitzgerald’s wife) may be the next big baby girl name. timeless baby names has a post on baby names inspired by the 1920’s if you’re interested in more Gatsby-era names.

Because I love me some F. Scott Fitzgerald, I say bring on the Gatsby babies! Here are 10 of the cutest Great Gatsby-era baby items floating around etsy:

Great Gatsby Babies @ohbotherblog

1. Newborn Newsboy Hat from CoutureParfait

Gatsby baby newsboy cap from coutureparfait @ohbotherblog

2. Linen Gatsby Pants from bebeloo

linen gatsby baby pants from bebeloo @ohbotherblog

3. Great Gatsby-era Christening Bonnet from Joysheartcreations

Great Gatsby-era Christening Bonnet from Joysheartcreations @ohbotherblog

4. Handspun Yarn Baby Flapper Hat from Pup and Frank

Handspun Yarn Baby Flapper Hat from Pup and Frank @ohbotherblog

5. Baby Flapper Headband from ALittleLadyBowtique

Baby Flapper Headband from ALittleLadyBowtique @ohbotherblog

6. Baby Boy Knicker Shorts Suit from CheeryGrooveCrafts

Baby Boy Knicker Shorts Suit from CheeryGrooveCrafts @ohbotherblog

7. Knit Baby Bowler Hat from MitziKnitz

Knit Baby Bowler Hat from MitziKnitz @ohbotherblog

8. Baby Boy Bowties from littlevys

Baby Boy Bowties from littlevys @ohbotherblog

9. Newborn Crochet Ruffle Dress and Flapper Hat from WillowsGarden

Newborn Crochet Ruffle Dress and Flapper Hat from WillowsGarden @ohbotherblog

10. Lace Ruffle Romper from PrettyPetalsHair

Lace Ruffle Romper from PrettyPetalsHair @ohbotherblog

Also, check out this Ah-mazing Gatsby-themed first birthday party from Layla Grace!

Great Gatsby First Birthday Party from Layla Grace @ohbotherblog

a letter to my daughter on her fifth birthday

07.06.17

A letter to my daughter on her fifth birthday @ohbotherblog

Holdy, oh Holdy. You are five years old today. The most stylish, silliest, songful five year old I know. “Precocious” doesn’t even come close to describing you.

You are graduating from Pre-K this week. This year has been such a fundamental year for your growth and development and you’re really thriving at school.

 

Graduation photo day. This kid will be a pre-k graduate in a month! #whatholdywore

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Your teachers at York Day Nursery are Miss Sarah, Miss Kristy, Miss Evelyn and Mr. Cody. You love your friends and there’s not a day we walk into you classroom that at least one kid doesn’t yell your name and come running for a hug. We rocked the “100 Book Challenge” this year, reading more than 400 books. 

You’ll be starting Kindergarten at York Academy in the fall, after spending your summer at the YMCA’s Camp Spirit. You were so excited to get accepted into York Academy that you wore a uniform to Pre-K the rest of the week after the lottery.

 

#whatholdywore Someone wanted to get a jumpstart on wearing a uniform next year to @yorkacademycharter

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I’m hoping that excitement continues into the fall and that the uniform doesn’t cramp your unique sense of personal style too much.

 

My daughter has become an Olsen Twin. #whatholdywore

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Kid, you’re pretty much a style icon. Your outfits of the day are always outrageous but you rock them with pride. I even bought the URL www.whatholdywore.com to go with your #whatholdywore hashtag. As soon as you’re old enough to start using the internet, let’s figure out how to make you an Instagram star so I can retire.

You asked me the other day if I want you to be a “superstar” when you grow up. You may not realize it now, but you already are.

 

Our own backyard concert. #whatholdywore

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You’d rather sing than talk. I’m thinking some vocal lessons may be in your future.

You love to make art and your favorite thing to draw (and wear) is rainbows.

 

Invisible Strings #whatholdymade

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Rainbows everywhere.

 

#whatholdywore Super Rainbow and… Frankenstein? (Photo credit: Nanny)

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#whatholdywore

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You insist I paint your fingernails “a rainbow,” using a different color for each nail. We just started experimenting with fun hair colors.

 

Pinkhairdontcare #whatholdywore

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Hair dye, nail polish, kindergarten. You are growing up so fast.

This was a challenging year for us. Last summer, you were officially diagnosed as having ADHD and ODD and we’ve spent this year, along with your teachers, finding ways to support you as you learn and grow. We all love you and want to make sure you have all the tools possible to help you develop into the amazing human we know you’re going to be.

 

Drinking for a cause at the @dreamwrightstheatre fundraiser at @holyhoundtaproom #weefees

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This year we also had a new addition to our family: our 130-lb puppy, Brutus. Oh man, you guys are so cute together. As in most aspects of your life, you’re fearless around him and quickly showed him who’s boss.

 

#danesofinstagram

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When you’re sent home sick from school but you have a big-ass dog to lie on top of you. #danesofinstagram

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Your best friend continues to be your brother.

 

Valentines #whatholdywore #mrgatsby #ohbotherblog 🍯

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You guys share a bed at night because you “keep him safe.” You guys also fight like cats and dogs and drive me crazy on a nightly basis. But every morning, you hug him goodbye at school and blow him kisses through his classroom window. You’re sweet like that.

You asked for a “pink sparkly” desk for your birthday and of course I obliged.

Today you are responding to everyone who wishes you a Happy Birthday by saying, “and Happy Unbirthday to you.” You’re also giving everyone high 5’s because you’re five. Nanny is going to come to school and take you out to lunch today–will you choose McDonald’s or pancakes?

Tonight, we’re going to make bath fizzies at Sunrise Soap Company with your brother and cousins, followed by Rainbow PB&J’s and Rainbow Cake (which you and your brother “helped” make) at the Pretzel Shop.

You’re going to have an amazing summer, Buddy, and an amazing first year of Kindergarten. I’m so proud, thrilled and honored to watch you grow. Your joy is infectious and you’re so fun to be around, even when you’re making me nuts. Reach for the rainbows, Kid. We love you. Happy Birthday.

 

Princess Climbing Rock #whatholdywore

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a letter to my son on his third birthday

23.03.17

GB, Geebs, Geebo–

Well, kid, you’re three. A threenager, as they say nowadays, and boy does it show. I was rereading last year’s letter and it seems at two you were just practicing for the horror that was to come.

We both feel today has been too much one-on-one time. #pottytraining #mrgatsby #ohbotherblog 🍯

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I’ll be honest: the past month or so has been pretty rough. You get, um, explosively emotional sometimes and it seems most of your ire is directed at me. I say sometimes that you’re like an abusive boyfriend–you go from yelling and hitting me one second, to stroking my face and telling me I’m pretty the next. Sometimes, though, you’re very calm and you’re telling me and Holdy, “it’ll be alright.” So my sweet GB is still in there somewhere, but he’s a little more hidden than he used to be. It’s sort of a Bruce Banner/The Hulk situation, I guess.

"GB, why did you take your clothes off?" "To be like Bruce Banner." #hulkout

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Speaking of The Hulk, you are obsessed with superheroes. Spider-Man and Captain America mostly. You know all of the Avengers’ first names and like to use them: “Spider-Man Peter Parker” (or Petuh Pawkah in your accent), “Tony Iron Man.” You like to pretend you can climb the wall and you have Spider-Man shoes, shirts, hoodie and underpants.

Spidey testing out his climbing abilities. #ohbotherblog

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Weirdo #giventhecamelback

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Ah… underpants. We just did our potty-training bootcamp this weekend and it actually went pretty well. I did have to take home several bags of wet clothes from yesterday’s first attempt at school, but we’ll get there. You’re refusing Pull-Ups now, saying, “I’m big” with a shrug. It’s true, you are.

You started school this year at York Day Nursery. Your teachers are Miss Jennifer, Miss Sheryl and Miss Latasha. You thrive at school. You like to work with your hands and you are so creative. Your school likes to send little notes home with interesting things you’ve said throughout the day. The latest was when you were coloring with a yellow crayon you said, “I’m making sunshine!” You speak in complex sentences and you have an impressively large vocabulary.

York Day Nursery Valentine's Day party

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Of course, that vocabulary also includes curse words. Man, you have a filthy mouth; way worse than your sister ever had. The other weekend you were having a morning meltdown in my face so I removed you from my presence. You sat outside my bedroom, banging on the door, repeatedly moaning for me to, “open the fucking door.” Two days later, you were angry at me for not getting your milk (and I was angry at you for not asking nicely), and you yelled at me to, “get the milk, fucker!” I mean, you were using the terms correctly which makes me secretly proud, but obviously that’s not cool, dude. We’re working on it.

Your favorite food is scrambled eggs. You and your sister would eat breakfast for dinner every night if you could… and during Restaurant Week this year you literally did. You love “white milk” and “bars” and that’s about it. You need to eat, kid! Your lack of appetite drives me nuts.

Valentines #whatholdywore #mrgatsby #ohbotherblog 🍯

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Your sister is your best friend but you guys fight like cats and dogs. You’re at each others necks (sometimes literally) all night, and yet somehow you both choose to sleep together in the same bed every night. I’m so glad that you guys have each other and I hope you stay just as close as you grow… though it does make for some crazy evenings at our house.

Good morning. #ohbotherblog 🍯

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You’ve grown to love Sally, who sleeps with you guys every night. You’re warming to Brutus, though I understand having a large creature who’s literally 100 pounds larger than you bounding at your being might be a little frightening.

Best buds both had a big weekend. #brutus #mrgatsby

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You’re warm and curious and thoughtful. You’re funny. You’re reserved with people you don’t know. You’re my buddy. You really are a mama’s boy. Sometimes it’s a little ridiculous–you really should be wiping your own nose by now. But I’m glad you still like to give hugs and kisses and I’m secretly happy to still carry you around (sometimes. Not when my hands are full of bags and whatnot). 

Watchin' superheroes.

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Happy Birthday, Buddy. We love you.

 

to my son on his second birthday

23.03.16

Gatsby/GB/Geebo/Gilbert/Goose (that last nickname is a new one I’m trying out)–

You’re two years old today. What a big little man you are. I was rereading last year’s letter, which was all about how sweet and gentle you are and I just had to laugh. You’re still super sweet and lovey, of course, but you are now a full-fledged… toddler.

My baby boy is now a toddler @ohbotherblog

You get into everything. You started walking not long after your first birthday and have been on the move ever since. You’re like a ferret–you steal things and hoard them in various places. We once went three days without a TV remote until we found where you had put it.

Big shoes to fill @ohbotherblog

You have yourself quite a temper, though for some reason I still don’t find it as difficult as Holdy’s. When you get mad, you throw whatever is in your hand–your bottle, your Nuk, your toy, your shoe. Sometimes you’ll put your hand up to hit and when I tell you “no hit,” you look me dead in the eyes, walk over to the nearest wall and hit it, as if to say, “I’m wishing this was your face.” 

Toddler tantrums @ohbotherblog

We’ve been trying Time Outs, but when I sit you down to talk about your behavior, you always make a silly face at me by opening your mouth wide to diffuse the mood. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” is a phrase I say often.

Silliness diffuses anger @Ohbotherblog

You love paper products for some reason–paper towels, napkins, toilet paper, baby wipes. You’re fascinated by toothbrushes, so much so that I bought you two as your Valentine’s Day present. You are absolutely obsessed with vehicles–“hucks” (trucks)–and you point out every one you see. Every jeep, van, truck, car, or tractor, which makes for interesting car rides. You get the biggest thrill by sitting on a tractor; maybe we’ll go to Home Depot today for your birthday, haha.

My kid loves vehicles @ohbotherblog

Your vocabulary has grown tremendously. You ask, “what’s that?” all the time and repeat words and phrases so well that sometimes we have to laugh about it. You enjoy learning and seem to take it very seriously. One of your very first words was “Holdy,” and it’s still the first word you say every morning, asking her whereabouts. That’s followed immediately by “ballal” (bottle), which you request multiple times a day. Your newest phrase–much to my dismay–is, “I farted.” I blame your Duke for that one.

Moving into Sissy's room @ohbotherblog

You’re still a great sleeper, even after we moved your crib into your sister’s room a few weeks ago. I was hoping your presence would make sleeping through the night less stressful for her and that it would also bring the two of you closer. We have to contend with some silliness at bedtime, but so far, you’ve both been sleeping pretty well through the night with no issues.

You call me, “Baba,” and you’re my little buddy. Sometimes you surprise me by coming up out of nowhere and hugging my leg.

 

❤️

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You’re very close with your Duke, who you spend every day with. You love to go on walks with him in the jogging stroller. I suspect Duke sneaks you sips of soda like he did your sister. Next month, you’ll be going to school with Holdy and I know Duke will miss his pal. I’m hoping that means Duke will be up for some nighttime babysitting to make up for it.

GB loves his Duke @ohbotherblog

You love to dance, preferring the Riverdance-style. We’ll be literally anywhere and you’ll hear a few strains of music and your hands are instantly in the air.

 

Greased Lightning #ohbotherblog

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GB Dance Party #babyfees #ohbotherblog #disneyside

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You’re sweet and silly and loving and curious. You start out tentative around other people but warm to them quickly (unless they’re the doctor). You are soft spoken (when you aren’t yelling and screeching with your sister).

Your best friend remains your Holdy. You guys are two peas in a pod and pretty much inseparable, although you are starting to exert your independence more. You feed off of each other, which means our evenings at home are often crazy.

 

Weirdos.

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I’m so glad that you guys have each other and I hope you stay just as close as you grow, even though I predict there will be a lot of conspiring against me in our futures.

 

OH MY GAWD

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They say the years are short and the days are long and that’s the absolute truth. One minute I was rocking my tiny little baby to sleep and I blinked and now he’s climbing on top of the coffee table (again. Stop doing that please.).

You’re growing into such a fantastic little boy and bring so much joy to our days. I can’t wait to see how you blossom at school. I know Holdy will take good care of you and introduce you to everyone as “My GB.”

Happy, Happy Birthday, GB.

I’m sorry I still haven’t made you a Shutterfly book.

Sheriff Woody won't wear his hat #babyfees #ohbotherblog #disneyside

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mom necklace

17.12.15

I get a ton of questions about the necklace I wear everyday so I figured I’d make a post here so I can refer back to it without having to search through my Etsy history every time, haha.

The necklace comes from Betsy Farmer Designs on Etsy and is the New Baby Necklace, in the lowercase bookman font. I received my “Holden” necklace as a gift (perfect gift!) and loved it so much that I reached out to Betsy for the matching “Gatsby” charm to add to it once he was born… and a replacement pearl for Holden because I, of course, lost it.
Mom Baby Birthstone Necklace @ohbotherblog

I wear my necklace every day and I absolutely love it. 

Prediction: I myself will have to refer back to this post after one of my children (probably GB) breaks off one of the charms.

cutest book ever

18.11.15

I’m usually pretty terrible at Christmas shopping, meaning I’m definitely not one of those people who has my shopping completed already. But there is one gift I’ve purchased for both my kids that I’m pretty psyched about.

It’s this adorable custom book by Lost My Name, titled The Little Boy/Girl Who Lost His/Her Name. I especially love it because my kids will be the ones who never find anything with their names on it.

You enter the kid’s name and gender and pick their character and the book is generated for you. 

Lost My Name Book

Your kid encounters different creatures throughout the story who give them each of the letters in their name. Holden meets a hippo, ostrich, lion, dragon, elephant and narwhal (!). Gatsby meets a giant, aardvark, troll, octopus, bear and yeti (!)

Lost My Name Book

Seriously. So cute.

Lost My Name Book

If you use this link, you’ll get 15% off your order (and I’ll eventually get a free book!).

Happy shopping!

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