I love extra details in packaging of orders I get in the mail.
White House Custom Colour (www.whcc.com) Is by far my favorite place to get prints done. Not only do they always offer free shipping with a minimum order of $12, but they offered me 5 free 8x10s just for trying them out. So with all this, they have sent my prints every time as if I had paid $7 for shipping; well packed and with a lolly to make me smile.
BOY: noun- Noise with dirt on it.
Although Jack isn't that noisy yet, he sure can get dirty.
May 2nd- Jack finally rolled over for the first time. :) We were beginning to think he was too chubby to make the turn. Now he can turn over right after I put him on his belly, so now I guess he'll take forever to crawl since he has no interest in being on his belly.
Jack has officially graduated to size 4 diapers and I can't believe our newborn is gone.
Seeing this artist's work takes me back to my illustration days. I love this little piece and the little story it tells.
So far- only two onesies have made it to the trash after a disgusting blowout. I don't have the patience or desire to clean them.
Also, Jack has found his voice, and if I hadn't seen him do it, I would have sworn some girl was screaming for fun. Yes, son, right now you scream like a girl. I still love you.
Because Jack wakes up more times than not, this is Jack's new nap chair. I'm tired of him waking up when I carry him to the crib. And yes, I proudly rock my baby to sleep. It's some of my favorite time with him. He just melts to sleep with his face in this pillow, and I can easily slide out and he doesn't know the difference.
It's the cutest thing to see that Jack has discovered his tongue.
Success! It was the first Mother's Day that I didn't feel awkward at church. It was lovely just as it should be. And tomorrow I know right where I'll plant my church flower. Not like in the past where I always give it away as a lame protest that I don't deserve the thing.
But I did want to reach out to the single 38 year old woman in front of me as they tried to give her the courtesy flower and she declined. I know exactly what she's feeling. Wanting to be invisible, not wanting to be told "you'll be a mother some day." "Here have a flower, we've got plenty." It's such an awkward moment, that in the past, I've not gone to my ward, just to avoid it all. I felt that familiar pang today to see it played out in front of me, but also an immense feeling of gratitude that it's all behind me now. Never again.
Thank you Jack.
To honor my mother...
My mom, 1957, with her first baby. Isn't she so glamorous!
She'll be having her 51st Mother's Day this year, and I wanted to celebrate by thinking of 51 things that remind me of her and our family:

This comes from one of my favorite Etsy sellers, JamtartBaby. I already have her diaper changing pad and since I have a baby that goes through at least two shirts a day, I could really use some more bibs as cute as this one.
Interested in my sea shell prints? Oh Sweet Sadie is holding a contest today and the winner gets the set!

Everyone who shares their
best graduation story (preschool, elementary, high school, college,
police academy, whatever) will be entered to win the prints. This
contest closes Tuesday, May 6th after bedtime (8:00 pm). Good Luck!
Winner picks up the prints at the show May 9th or 10th.
Here's a sneak peak of what I've got ready for the Oh Sweet Sadie boutique. Show runs May 9th and 10th in Draper (Suncrest).
Table setup- guess I need to iron my red sheet. :)
My ever present dilemma with these kind of shows, is how many preframed items should I have? At the end of the day I don't want to be stuck with a bunch of framed art.

Just happened to notice this bag on Etsy. I just couldn't resist an orange bag with a flying star. Too cute! Made by Bubbledog who has tons of cute stuff in her shop.
I pulled out my paints today to work on a commissioned piece and as I'm getting the paint wet, I can't believe how long it's been since I've painted. Years!
I've just recently posted a handful of my paintings on Flickr and it's been such a boost to hear feedback again. I use to get tons of it in college, but when I graduated, my motivation to paint faded over the years. One of my complaints about painting was that you spend all this time on a piece and you don't get much feedback from it (this thought was way back before blogs and stuff). So I'm getting the painting bug back again. :) And we'll see where it goes.
Jack is constantly trying to see how many fingers he can stuff in his mouth. There's no preference, either hand will do, and in this case, both hands will do.
I love that my grandmother made silky quilts for me when I was little. All hand stitched with love, and hole worn by me. I love wrapping its softness around Jack and watch him melt into sleep.

I had meant to post this a month ago for Easter. Shows how big of a pool of photos I've been wanting to get at. :) Thanks, Nieve, for the bunny.
Lucy and Jack spent some time at the park, while their moms talked and got sun burned. :)
Shauna took more photos and you can see them here...
It's fun to see Jack and all his tummy rolls.
List of things I'd love and hope to do this summer:
When I graduated college and got my first salary job, I can remember realizing, I won't have a summer anymore. I'll always be working. No brakes (outside of limited time off) And I was down at the thought. Summers were yours! - when school was out and the day was filled with whatever. I swam in the pool all the time. Summer is swimming and I can't wait to do it again and teach Jack about water.

I immediately loved this little skirt the moment I saw it on Etsy. Dress-up was a big part of the fun memories I have with my nieces (who are more like sisters). Not that we had anything like this, but we sure would have loved to twirl around the backyard in it.
New prints in my Etsy shop. Happy Spring!
"Forsythia
by the roadside, by
wet rocks, on the embankments
under planted with hyacinth --
For ten years I was happy.
You were there; in a sense,
you were always with me, the house, the garden
constantly lit,
not with lights as we have in the sky
but with those emblems of light
which are more powerful, being
implicitly some earthly
thing transformed --
And all of it vanished,
reabsorbed into impassive process. Then
what will we see by,
now that the yellow torches have become
green branches?"
-Louise Glück
Forsythias will always remind me of my mother- her love for flowers and spring.