it's just been going and going and i'm just waiting for a minute to come up for air.
i've been mia for a while and in case you were curious if i was on some fancy european vacation or something fabulous like that, that is very much not the case. i've been really busy doing blog designs lately (seriously, i am not complaining! thank you SO much for supporting this dream of mine!) and all that computer work lead to an achey back which lead to my body overcompensating for that achey back by being funky with my shoulder when i held my baby and low and behold, the right side of my upper back region is just really not happy. it's been over a month now and i've had two massages and two chiropractic adjustments and i've done so much yoga i might be allowed to join the cool mom clubs and just today i started to feel some relief. so pray for me, maybe? it sucks to hurt. this is the first time my body has failed me and i am not into it.
anyway! on a happier note!
i am super into dancing with the stars. i totally thought this was an old lady show before i started watching it, but i am kind of obsessed and may or may not have been holding back tears during more than one episode. this one got me for sure. so beautiful. derek hough, are you real? and ice skating girl, how are you allowed to compete in this competition? you are like a professional ice dancer, isn't that kind of the same thing?! i am not complaining though, homegirl, you are so entertaining to watch!
my little ava grows and learns and changes daily and it is the most rewarding and entertaining this to watch. she is really into going "night night" by herself, which is the sweetest and every night around 7:45 she marches herself into her room and closes the door and knows it's time to get bath time on and into those jammies (she is really not into jammies though...getting her dressed is the wrestling match of my nightmares) and into bed! she is also really into climbing on tables (my mother in law said the other day "maybe ava will be an exotic dancer!" much to my husband's terror) and she thinks every number is two and she points to her number magnets with such pride and accomplishment saying "two! two!" and it just melts me. she still is the worst eater and is on an all fruit diet, but we've noticed that if she eats a bowl of costco vanilla ice cream, she snoozes through the night without a hitch. coincidence? i think not.
david has been traveling a lot, which has been good and bad and hard and especially painful on my back. it's always nice when i know he misses me and i soak up those late night "i love you so much, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me, i miss my girls, you're my bff" texts like there's no tomorrow! but when he is gone, a little piece of me and ava is missing and she wanders around the house calling for him and i cry inside because there is nothing dearer to my heart than the two of them and the love they have for each other. there are no words for it, but it really is the most beautiful, divine thing i have ever seen.
i am kind of obsessed with documenting my life and i ordered a really cute tiny year-in-review instagram book from artifact uprising a couple weeks ago. it is the cutest little thing and i can't wait to have an archive of year books that my babies can look back on to learn our story.
after a brief affair with the beauty blender, i am back to my trusty bareminerals and this time, i think i'm sticking. maybe i will tell you all why. and maybe i will share the gorgeous gold-y highlight i've found and the perfect contour color and the other drugstore gems i've picked up during my meanderings at target. i have a problem.
but until then, take my apology for my absence and be okay with it because my back hurts and my baby is growing up faster than i can keep up with and my husband is en route to middle of no where nebraska for the next two weeks before we meet up with him in utah for a few days and then move to wyoming for the summer. is that even real life, you ask? oh yes, it is. we are gypsies. but you know how your grandparents always have really awesome stories about their young married years and the adventures they went on and the times they rolled the baby up in sheepskin from the indian down the road and that saved the baby from freezing in the harsh winter of '47 or whatever? and stories about cattle ranches and stolen guns and their apartment in berkeley full of fleas? i imagine that these days are the stories we will tell our grandchildren, except they really aren't anywhere near as awesome... so some embellishing might need to be done. but here's to the adventure years! here's to living them while we can!