its been quite over here. as in, us ladies have taken a minute or two to step back and focus what free time we have on the more important things. particularly the little people in our lives. or in my case, that not so little anymore person that calls me her best friend. logan turned three a few weeks back and we celebrated in the simplest of ways, partaking in her most favorite activities, surrounded by our families and very best friends. while it feels as though it’s time to hang this space up and move onto whatever’s next, i’m crushed and hesitant for obvious reasons. first: these chicks are my tribe and without them i’d be lost on this adventure through motherhood. good news is, i know where to find them elsewhere! second: this space capsules the beginning of our journey that is logan and i. and while i’m already nestalgic for my baby and thankful i’ve got her story documented right here, it is ONLY just the beginning. the future holds big adventure for us polinsky’s. after all that repeated talk, we’re actually moving to the city. and not the city of brotherly love, a hop skip and jump away. the big apple is calling our names! it’s exhilarating, and terrifying, and excitingly awesome and exhausting all in the same. and although i’m not sure where my internet presence stands, i know i’ve got a story to document somewhere. onto chapter three.
this is black, signing over and out.
the countdown to three is on. i don’t know how we got here so quickly, but i’m thankful it’s been a while since we’ve seen the ugly face of those terrible twos. i can’t remember the last time we had to take a seat and chill or painstakingly listen to shrills long enough to get through a check out line. honestly this past month has been adorably sweet and a tad hard to swallow. it’s evident we no longer have a baby in the house…
lo had her first school performance! while her signing and accompanying gestures were lacking, she nailed the bow. again, and again, and again. i love this kid!
rather than battle it out with her bestie these days, she’s taken to looking after her. after witnessing another bud shove drue, i overheard logan tell him ‘you can’t push her cause she’s my little cousin’.
lo has straight up legitimate phone calls with her aunt laura these days. they get their chat on while lo wanders the house with laura in tow, discussing every babydoll, bison, book and dust bunny in the way.
we’re into dance party’s these days and the moves i witness are pretty ridiculous. shake it off and uptown funk are repeatedly requested.
animals are still the hottest thing going. however rather than obsess over the animated kind, lo is currently smitten with the bears documentary.
chinese is her flavor of choice and when she’s not eating it she’s helping her daddy chop and prepare sous chef style.
pretending is her jam! sometimes she’s a bear. sometimes she’s a mama who has to leave her son (pop) for work. sometimes she’s caring for the baby doll that’s lost and long gone and kept in a ‘bag’ away from leon. and sometimes she misses her baby brother penny.
this kid is no joke. and while i’m slightly sad to see the chub disappear from the shelf of my hip, i’m smitten with the independent little friend now standing by my side. best friend if you ask her.
one : all the heart eyes!
two : apparently ‘target’s boring for kids’. as are most errands according to logan as of late. the days of distracting her with treats and a particular talking tiger are long gone. instead i spend my time anxiously chasing her down between aisles as she attempts to run away from me. fun to say the least. in other words, i’m back to shopping alone. and it’s kind of heavenly!
three : you know those perfect adventures you envision with your little and more often than not they turn out completely different than planed, usually leaving you burned and defeated? my girlfriend pulled out all her magical tricks on this particular outing when she traveled into the city with me for a breakfast date and a quick romp around the new office. i’m still high.
four : we don’t do mornings. period. end of story.
five : a for effort. in both the faking and excuse department of napping. i’ve heard everything from ‘it’s not dark out’ to ‘my neck is hungry’. kid is persistent until she eventually zonks out for the better part of an entire afternoon.
six : february is the month of birthdays which gives us plenty of excuses for making lots of cakes. maybe one too many after hearing logan use the term ‘bunt cake’ last week. seriously?!
seven : any excuse to dress lo in those freaking adorable (thank you blonde) boots i take. i mean come on!
eight : while she may be super spicy and currently gives us a run for our money, she’s just as sweet and innocent all in the same.
i’ve been on a hiatus because sometimes life just gets real busy. after the whirlwind of christmas and my birthday, mixed with flying to delaware and driving to mississippi, and starting back to work i’ve hardly had a chance to catch my breath. now that we are all settling into a routine of having two kids in daycare and getting dinner cooked at night and lunches packed for the next day…everyone gets sick. there are so many pink eyes in my house i’ve lost count, exactly two ear infections, four colds, and the snot is everywhere. every.where. today i’m at my wit’s end. definition: “at the limits of one’s mental resources”. truly, i’m running out of what it takes to keep it together. i need a grandma next door. this is getting hard. ahhhhh.
i know, i know. this is just a blip. it’s a hard week. a hard month. we will get better and we will get back on our A game. but right now i just need to go cry for a little bit. and maybe find some musinex because, like i said…the snot is everywhere! so, hi, i’m back. and here are some pictures of my babies who fill my heart up so much that i never actually fall off the edge…they always float me back up.
i have a lot more to say and share and maybe when we get better i’ll have a couple minutes here and there to put it all down and click “publish”.
dressing, as anna : playing, up high, down low, in the middle too slow! : watching, the lion king : infatuated, by you tube videos of the big bad wolf : prefers, to sip her water from a shot glass : gaga, over horses : swears, footed jammies make her fast : asks, for a lollipop and/or candy cane morning, noon and night : requests, a ‘shamwhich’, apples, fish and water for every meal : loathes, taking a bath : refuses, naps but eventually caves : wrestles, the bison : questions, ‘how your day was?’ : refers, to every meal as breakfast : says, ‘thank you’ three thousand times a day
we did it! we conquered our paci problems and it wasn’t even as painful as i had imagined. to be honest, looking back, maybe it was me who was too afraid to let go. other than the daunting image of my baby heading off to kindergarten with a buck toothed grin, who would choose to give up that magical plug that prevents all public meltdowns from ever standing a chance? i mean seriously! we eased into our big girl status by leaving our sippy cup for santa to take home with him on christmas eve. cause you know there are baby elves in the north pole just dying for some milk of their own! my scheme went off without a hitch and while we’re not drinking nearly as much milk around these parts, our appetite has exponentially grown. go figure!
fast forward two weeks later and i overhear logan telling our babysitter the whole cup situation in great detail and when the sitter asks ‘what about your pacies’ i stop dead in my tracks when i hear lo reply with ‘maybe we can send the babies a package’. seriously kid?! i’ve been trying to pawn those damn things off on every kitten and newborn creature for months now with not a glimmer of hope. i came home from work to find that they’d not only decorated but made paci garland and were waiting for me to help package up a box. is this women brilliant or what?! together logan and i stuffed a box, wrote a note, drove to the post office and delivered the package to be sent to the north pole. my girl shed a few sad tears that night but nothing some extra cuddles couldn’t fix. the next evening i blew the kids mind when a special note from santa, along with a photo of happy little plug-mouthed elves showed up in the mail. totally convinced that she’d made all those little guys happy, we haven’t really heard a peep about any pacies ever since!
clearly, this has reiterated that there’s a time for everything and everyone’s time may not be the same, and that said, i plan on continuing to follow my gut while following logan’s lead. the doctor’s always told me she’s not gonna go off to school in a diaper. or so we think!
and just like that it’s over. yummy smelling trees litter the sidewalks and we’re already a week into january. i miss it already, cause man this holiday season was more magical than ever! for obvious reasons, and i imagine it only gets more exciting from here. we spent a decent amount of december chasing one christmas extravaganza to another, and while december was filled with record breaking tantrums, looking back i hardly feel the pain. the pain of a two week long sinus infection, now that’s another story cause it’s still lingering. although it completely ruined all plans i dreamt of making happen over our holiday break, it forced us to shut down and relax. remember that wicked path we were headed down that i previously mentioned? yeah, well looking back, i think the kid was on overdrive and craved a week of pajama wearing and toy playing within her own space. cause let me tell you, that wicked monster turned sweet as skittles. and although i wasn’t up for much, it was the perfect amount of enough for lo and i. let this be a lesson to myself that sometimes even the little people get stressed out, over worked and need a break of their own. here’s to more simple days in two thousand and fifteen. that said, the sofa beside the tree is calling my name…cause you damn well know she’s still lit and looking pretty over here!
14lb 8oz • 24.25″ long • 15.95″ head
month two with bailey – so this is what it means to have a boy…this baby the size of a 4 month old already – huge! he was only a tiny baby for a hot second, can you slow down a little, buddy?? i love this little guy so much, he melts me into a puddle when i look at him. maybe i have some lingering hormones or maybe he’s just that special. he is possibly a little bit of a mama’s boy since if you ask me he is an angel on earth but if you ask his dad or aunt kay kay, if i’m not around, he just screams. what can i say, we are bff. about a week before turning 2 months bailey started sleeping in his room and snoozes real nice in his crib. this past week which was technically the beginning of month 3 he started sleeping through the entire night. like 8:30pm to 7:30am one night. i woke up that morning with terror in my heart thinking that our monitor didn’t work, ran to his room to find him happily sleeping away. today at his 2 month check up he for real rolled over after showing out with his strong arms and lifting up his body to look in the mirror. what’s with blowing through milestones so quickly. i’m not really down with this! meanwhile, my favorite things are the coos, smiles, and little giggles. i’ll just focus on that and pretend like the rest of the world is standing still for a little while longer.
big sis makes a b-line for her bro after being away from him at school all day. with the slightest whimper she rushes to him to say “hey buddy, you okay buddy? shhhhh, it’s okay.” of course, when she isn’t feeling as sweet he gets a really aggressive “shush” and “stop it” while i’m instructed to stick a paci in it. either way, these two are fun to watch together. i’ve got a baby trying to be grown up too fast and a big girl pretending to be a baby. we are all kinds of mixed up over here!
the 52 project : a portrait of evie, once a week, every week : 2014
2 years + 2 months of evie. this little lady knows what she wants and has a pretty good grasp on how to tell us exactly what that is. for example: her constant request for “chocit” in her milk (thanks aunt jen jen) is usually followed by my reply that we are all out. she is not deterred on her quest for all things sweet and just says “go shopping” because why shouldn’t we remedy this tragedy, of being out of chocolate, immediately?! but, even if we aren’t magically all out of her top three: chocolate, candy, and cake (i’m raising buddy the elf), “go shopping” is a pretty regular request. right behind “coffee?”. don’t worry, its decaf!. but, the local coffee shop does know her order: extra small, decaf, double milk, not too hot. when she’s not barking demands or destroying the house there is a tender-hearted streak in this sweet little thing that can make your heart pound. she is very concerned if anyone is ever in pain. if i say “ow” from stubbing my toe in the kitchen she will stop eating, jump out of her chair and race over to “kiss it” to make it all better. it totally works. she slept in the bed with me one night while we were in mississippi. as we are drifting off she’s asking me about every family member and “what they doing” when we reach the end of her list she grabs my face, rests her forehead on mine and says “you okay mommy” yes, baby, i’ve never been happier.
52 project – a portrait of logan, once a week, every week, in 2014
i’ve lost track of the months. but who’s still counting right?! i am however, well aware that we’re somewhere in the second year. that year that everyone talks so highly of. two is tough! the pull on your emotions, tear your heart out, question your capabilities tough. the show up at nursery school drop-off in tears along side your tantrum throwing toddler tough. we’re having a rough go and i hope the attention of a nice long holiday break will help cure the current madness. good thing she’s cute, otherwise she might have found her way amongst my ebay listings.