I had my cute baby!
So here is introducing Jude Sebastian Alleman born September 18, 2014 at 7:37 am.
He was 8 lbs 1 oz and 19.5" tall.
And he's adorable.
All my love,
Sydney Elle
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Thursday, September 11, 2014
No Filter
I'm not sure about the other mama's to be out there but I've noticed something in the past 7ish months... you get pregnant and people seem to say the strangest things in reference to you. So I thought I would share some of the trends I've noticed...
1) Birth Horror Stories: Worse than any story I read in "Scary Stories to tell in the Dark" and any horror flick I've actually seen, moms LOVE to share their horrendous and bloody and fluid ridden child birth experiences with mother's to be. I can't really figure out why. Do they not already see the look of pure panic on my face BEFORE they started talking about emergency this and 15 weeks early that? Dear moms, your pain is real and I would love to commiserate with you... but could we maybe wait until AFTER this baby is out of me and I can empathize instead of shake in terror? Wouldn't that be better for all of us?
2) Size Comments: This may be a surprise to some people but when you get pregnant, you also get BIGGER... and it seems like you get bigger at an alarming rate. I mean you've got 9 months to gain 30 ish pounds. As a pregnant woman you are hyper aware of your changing body. Sometimes it's a wonderful miracle and other times you feel like a massive glacier about ready to take out those trying to squeeze past you in the grocery aisle. The last thing I want to hear is "Man, you sure look like you're ready to pop!" or "You've gotten so big!" or my personal favorite "I NEVER got that big when I was pregnant!" All of these things are said with a smile. Why are you smiling at me while you remind me that my pants no longer fit and that I can't see my toes?
3) Cute. I've never been called "cute" more in my life aside (I assume) from when I was a baby. I didn't mind it at first, because let's face it, all girls love a compliment and as mentioned earlier being called big is tough to take. I've noticed though that how "cute" I am is directly proportional to how large I am. The bigger I get, apparently the cuter I get. I've started to feel a little bit like a puppy must feel as it waits to be adopted. All the the women scrunch their faces, almost squeal and say "Oh my goodness! You're so cute!" I keep waiting for someone to forget I'm a person and scratch me behind the ears or maybe forget I'm a grown woman and pinch my cheeks. Is this how older folks feel as the younger adults and teenagers patronizingly call them cute?
4) Birth-ucation: My last and finally point of confusion is why people think it's okay to tell me how (and with or without which drugs) I should give birth to my baby. It's not just that but it's how I should feed him after and for how long. I just feel like it's my decision to make. It's simple as that!
I'm aware this is a little ranty BUT it's been on my mind for a few months now. And in all reality my pregnancy has been pretty wonderful, despite my confusion at some of those around me. I'm so grateful to carry this little guy and I'm getting SO excited to meet him. In the mean time I'll take my "cute" butt into the nursery and get to work decorating. Thanks for listening!
Much Love,
Sydney L
Nursery rEvolution
Hey All!
So as with most things in my life, the more I plan the more things turn out NOT according to plan... and that is A OK. My only concern is that, like a crazy person, I do the same thing over and over expecting a different result. Anyways, thankfully for me this not plan, plan has turned out pretty well and in all reality it's not that big of a deal.
This is about... the nursery. Yep, that room where we will place our sweet little wailing baby in the hopes that he will sleep and not blow out of his diaper. There's something about putting a nursery together that makes this whole bizarre scenario of becoming parents all the more real. Maybe it's because you're actually assembling the cradle and rocking chair that you will use and that you're now assaulted by the sight of changing pads and onsies in dresser drawers when you walk into the once spare bedroom. The totes of fabric and patterns, as well as the golf clubs and Parker's "piles" have been stowed away. I mean it's real. There's a real person in me who's going to be really sleeping in the cradle under the window. It doesn't help that my body has reached house sized proportions and that our little man could show up literally at any time. I'm torn between elation and excitement and terror.
Anyways.... sorry about the mom tangent. Back to cute decor... When we had first talked about getting the room all ready for little Jude, Parker and I had decided on modern neutrals with a woodland kick. We wanted foxes, bears and a tee-pee. So I tailored our registry accordingly and kept an eye out for adorable creatures. Well it turns out that our dear family and friends (despite all of our hopes and dreams) did not use the month and few months since our wedding to learn how to use a gift registry... and so the random concoction of baby paraphernalia piled up and to our lovely family's credit, it's adorable albeit slightly non cohesive.
So as I organized clothes by size and looked at the adorable blankets given to us and made lists of the things still needed, inspiration struck in the form it usually does. As with the naming of our child, John, Paul, George and Ringo came to the rescue. No, there will not be yellow submarines hanging from the ceiling... nor will it resemble an octopus' garden... in the shade or the sun. Unfortunately for you, we aren't quite finished which means no reveal for you yet but pictures will be coming soon. Trust me. It's going to be adorable... almost as adorable as the probably ginger kid in my tummy.
Much love,
Sydney L
So as with most things in my life, the more I plan the more things turn out NOT according to plan... and that is A OK. My only concern is that, like a crazy person, I do the same thing over and over expecting a different result. Anyways, thankfully for me this not plan, plan has turned out pretty well and in all reality it's not that big of a deal.
This is about... the nursery. Yep, that room where we will place our sweet little wailing baby in the hopes that he will sleep and not blow out of his diaper. There's something about putting a nursery together that makes this whole bizarre scenario of becoming parents all the more real. Maybe it's because you're actually assembling the cradle and rocking chair that you will use and that you're now assaulted by the sight of changing pads and onsies in dresser drawers when you walk into the once spare bedroom. The totes of fabric and patterns, as well as the golf clubs and Parker's "piles" have been stowed away. I mean it's real. There's a real person in me who's going to be really sleeping in the cradle under the window. It doesn't help that my body has reached house sized proportions and that our little man could show up literally at any time. I'm torn between elation and excitement and terror.
Anyways.... sorry about the mom tangent. Back to cute decor... When we had first talked about getting the room all ready for little Jude, Parker and I had decided on modern neutrals with a woodland kick. We wanted foxes, bears and a tee-pee. So I tailored our registry accordingly and kept an eye out for adorable creatures. Well it turns out that our dear family and friends (despite all of our hopes and dreams) did not use the month and few months since our wedding to learn how to use a gift registry... and so the random concoction of baby paraphernalia piled up and to our lovely family's credit, it's adorable albeit slightly non cohesive.
So as I organized clothes by size and looked at the adorable blankets given to us and made lists of the things still needed, inspiration struck in the form it usually does. As with the naming of our child, John, Paul, George and Ringo came to the rescue. No, there will not be yellow submarines hanging from the ceiling... nor will it resemble an octopus' garden... in the shade or the sun. Unfortunately for you, we aren't quite finished which means no reveal for you yet but pictures will be coming soon. Trust me. It's going to be adorable... almost as adorable as the probably ginger kid in my tummy.
Much love,
Sydney L
Friday, September 5, 2014
Baby Snaps
Hey!
I embarked on a new adventure yesterday... I did my first newborn photo shoot! I was incredibly nervous but I think they turned out super cute SO I thought I would share some of my favorite photos.
Isn't she just precious? All of the bows and lace made me a little jealous. Boys only get bows in the form of bow ties. I'm not convinced that I want to do MORE newborn photos but it's definitely a good skill to have I think... and it will definitely come in handy when our little nugget decides to show up.
While I wait for him to arrive, I guess I'll just have to continue putting together the nursery and reupholstering chairs. Pictures of the nursery to come! As a hint... it may be slightly more British than we had originally intended.
Love,
Sydney L
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