She cut it.

Giana has been doing a bit of baby modeling lately. Her adorable face – combined with her Hispanic descent on the white Minnesota landscape AND the fact that her proud papa will show her picture to anyone who looks – has lead to several  jobs for Target.

Her first job was when she was 12 weeks old. It was innocent enough. She just had to lay there with her up&up diaper on and smile. No problem. Well now, she’s almost six months old. At some point during most weeks, we load up the car and search out a tiny studio for a go-see or a photo shoot.

I thought we were getting the hang of this baby modeling thing, but today was a tough one.

As soon as Giana woke up, we loaded her into the car and rushed to the fancy industrial space-turned-trendy studio. And we waited. And waited. And waited. Apparently, the model who would be posing as the mommy in the shoot was having some hair difficulties. Her absolutely gorgeous hair wasn’t quite gorgeous enough for this photograph, apparently.

And after two hours, my previously smiley (and now squirmy) baby was close to nap time when she was finally called to the makeup chair. (Makeup for babies mainly involves some hair combing and lotion, sometimes a spot of blush on the apples of their cheeks.) The lady started taming her stray hairs when she found “the lucky curl.”

“The lucky curl” is was a unique spot on Giana’s head. It was a group of ten-ish hairs behind her left ear that were about two inches longer than all the rest of the hair on her head. When the makeup lady found the lucky curl (also sometimes called the Hasidic curl by her father and I), the lady asked what I knew she would ask. I took a deep breath, said yes,

and she cut it off.

Now, if this would have led to a successful photo shoot where Giana looked great and her photographs would be used in the baby catalog, I *think* I would have been fine with this first haircut. However, since we were now walking on to the set about a half hour past nap time, I knew it was all for nothing. As expected, Giana squirmed, allowed herself to be distracted for a minute or two, then broke down – all she wanted to do was sleep.

I think we are done with baby modeling. It was fun while it lasted, but I miss her curl already.

Black Jelly Beans

I’ve been missing my grandma a lot lately. I think that as I mother my little girl more, I think about my own mother more, which in turn makes me think of her mother more.

I am eating some black jelly beans right now. I thought they were gross when I was little, but Grandma told me they were the best. I started eating them with her and grew to love them. We used to pick them out of the dish on the Easter table together.

Last Easter was the last major holiday she celebrated with us. It was a special time  and Grandma was always so proud when her family got together. She looked so beautiful that day. It seems like a lot of families begin to splinter apart after losing the matriarch. I am so glad that we are going to continue to get together this year. I think Grandma would like that very much.

Giana vs. pacifier

She is conquering!

Giana started rolling over and over and over in bed. She makes loops around until she is face down and her head is where her feet started.

We had to unswaddle her because she would fling herself over even when she was tightly wrapped up. The bad thing was that she couldn’t get back on her back. Or get her face out of the bars of the crib – yikes. After a couple of days, she stopped hitting herself in the face long enough to fall asleep.

Now, we are conquering another sleep aid-turned-distraction – the pacifier. With her newly found mobility in the bed, the pacifier often gets pulled out of her mouth as she rolls. This leads to crying until the pacifier is found and re-inserted into her mouth. Today, we removed the pacifier and dealt with the baby’s wrath.

First nap without pacifier = 20 minutes of crying

Second nap without pacifier = 8 minutes of crying

Long, uninterrupted naps without mom running in to find the pacifier = PRICELESS

She did so great! Her time fussing got a lot shorter for her second nap. After the initial crying, she has slept longer and deeper during both naps. If tonight goes as well, we will all be sleeping great!

She’s a joy

Giana Marie is an absolute joy. She is, without a doubt, the most precious baby ever. Look at this smile!

Giana loves playing with her toys and discovering everything around her. Everything possible goes into her mouth!

I love the weekends because then Rafa gets to see her sweetness in the mornings too. She wakes up with gentle coos and giggles. She ooos and ahhs at the sights we introduce her to.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here’s one more – she’s not smiling, but she just looks so darn cute.

Five months old!

The days and weeks are flying by. It feels like summer and Giana is already five months old!

Let me sum everything up – she is the nicest, smartest, cutest and bestest baby ever. It’s true! Every day, Rafa and I are just more and more amazed by her.

What Giana likes:

  • Napping on schedule
  • Being the center of attention
  • Carrying on a conversation with us
  • Trying out big girl activities (like joining us at the dinner table!)
  • Playing outside and flying in the air
  • She still loves her baths and cuddling after
  • Putting everything into her mouth, including her fists
  • And Pepe

  • Taking her vitamins

She’s growing up

We had an awesome day today, hanging out as a family. It’s hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, we had to carefully plan trips out of the house to coincide with her naps (i.e., we tried to plan trips that she would sleep through). We live in a very different world these days!

We left for lunch, at lunch time. Giana snoozed a bit while we were eating. She had a quick bite at the table with us when she woke up, then she liked looking around Ansari’s Mediterranean Grill as much as we did. Back in the car, she entertained herself by playing with her hands and talking to herself. At the lighting store and West Elm, she was content looking around at the bright bulbs or cat napping in her stroller. We continued walking around Centennial Lakes to enjoy the 67 degree day. Once we got home, we all laid in bed for a rest!

Upon our return home from our successful trip, Rafael looked at me and said, “Wow, was it really that easy?” Yes, it was. Our girl is growing up every day. She is fun to hang out with all day. She is flexible with where she eats and naps. She entertains herself a little and is willing to let herself be entertained by other new surroundings.

Busy girl’s weekend

Papa was out of town for an ice fishing trip this weekend, so Giana and I had a big girl’s weekend. She was such a trooper with our over-packed schedule!

We started out Saturday morning at the walk for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation (JDRF). We want a cure for type 1 diabetes for our friend Adrienne!

Photos by Adrienne Johnson

Then Giana went to her first tea party. It was awesome! Our friend Suzanne invited us to her family’s tea room that’s just south of the cities.

The food was amazing, but Giana was the star of the show in her pretty pink dress.

We came home and rested for a bit, then we went out again with Beth and Jeremy. We went to Red Robin, but I was so stuffed that I couldn’t even take advantage of the bottomless fries and root beer floats!

Giana did such a great job with this packed day. She smiled at anyone and tolerated being held by everyone. I am so blessed to have such a sweet little girl!

Of course, we were both so happy when papa came home 🙂

Live with intention

Live with intention

Walk to the edge

Listen hard

Practice wellness

Play with abandon

Laugh

Choose with no regret

Continue to learn

Appreciate your friends

Do what you love

– Mary Anne Radmacher

 My current manager gave me those words on the first day I joined her team. They were written at the end of a list of her goals for they year. I thought they were very fitting when I found them as I was cleaning out my desk.

I can’t believe tomorrow is my last day at Target.

God used Target to introduce me to some amazing people who literally changed the course of my life. The most amazing one, of course, was the guy I met over designing Table Talkers and refreshing the Distribution boxes. But others, like my dear KK, the other two a’s in AAA, my communications friends and mentors, my BFF, and my current amazing team all offered me friendship while doing amazing work.

But, like the line in the poem says, I want to “live with intention.” Promotions, paygrades and office hours mean a lot less to me than they used to. Rafael and I have been praying for a way for me to come home – and He gave it to us! I found an amazing opportunity to join a new company and use my skills in a new way – in a 100 percent work-from-home position. The salary? Exactly equal to my current pay minus daycare. We are able to provide exactly what our family needs.

Even typing that reminds me that it is almost too good to be true. When I started dreaming about staying home with Giana, part of me couldn’t believe that it would happen. After all, we have too many bills. Student loans don’t pay themselves off. A family of four needs to eat and have clothes to wear. But look at what He did! God made a way where I was sure there couldn’t possibly be one. He honored my heart’s desire to bring my little girl home.

In this new stage of our lives, we will continue to live with intention. We will seek the Lord and do our best to build our life in a way that honors Him. I’m so thankful that He has given us an even more ideal work situation to help us do it.

My dear daughter,

My dear daughter,

Today is your first Valentine’s Day and even though you don’t understand my words yet, I want you to know how very much I love you. Most of the time, I can’t find the words and tears often spring to my eyes just thinking about it. But I will try to write down today.

Your papa and I starting praying for you before you were conceived. When you started growing in my belly, we took turns putting a hand on it while we dreamed about you. We tried to guess what color your hair or eyes would be. We wondered if you’d have momma’s eyes or papa’s nose. We challenged ourselves to start learning everything we could so that we would be the best possible parents for you.

It has been almost four months since you came into the world. Since then, every single day has been better than the one before it. I love the Lord, and I love Papa, but the love I have for you is different and special just for you. Someone (without kids) asked me how my life was different post-baby. I told him it was different in every single way possible and I couldn’t be happier about it. Before you were born, I knew I would love you, but I had no idea that I would fasten my seatbelt because I want to do everything I can to be around to be your momma.

Every time you hit a growth milestone, I am filled with awe. When you are able to do something you’ve been trying so hard to do, like roll toward your toy or kick your dangling rattle, my heart feels like it is going to burst. I am 99.9 percent filled with joy, with just the tiniest bit of me mourning the fact that you are growing so fast and will never roll over for your first time again. Every time you give me your gummy grin, I feel like supermom. When I rub my nose over your soft cheek, I can’t imagine God making a more perfect creation.

I pray for you every day. I pray that the first time you give your heart away, it will be to Jesus, and you will love Him with all of it. I pray that you will grow strong, healthy and confident. I pray that you will become wise. Sometimes, I stroke your tiny fourth finger on your left hand while I pray for the man who will someday put a ring on it. I pray for the grandbabies you will give us someday. I pray that our family bonds of love grow greater and stronger with time.

I promise that I will always be proud of you. I will always love you no matter what.

Love, your momma

I am so filthy rich

I have a first class entry ticket to heaven, courtesy of Jesus.
I have priceless wife with a heart of gold who is devoted to her family.
I have an amazing baby girl who brightens my life with her smile.
I have a sick mom who has an iron will to get up and fight everyday.
I have a brother who calls once in a while.
I have the loyalty of a dog who throws the best welcome parties when I return home.
I have a cat who makes an excellent winter blanket.
I have another cat who is pretty to look at.
I have ocean front view in minnesota, about 65 gallons of it.
I have a job I absolutely enjoy, 89% percent of the time.
I have two feet that take me places.
I have music in my head that allows me to quietly dance with my wife.
I have seen the 5 seasons, spring, summer, fall, winter and winter.
I have imagination to never get bored.
I have stories about my dad to inspire me.
I have a 3 meals a day, and sometimes even 4!
I have a shoulder to cry on, and humor to have belly laughs.
I have refined tastebuds to enjoy string cheese.
I have a good ticker .
I am so filthy rich, no bank is big enough to keep everything I have.