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Spring Fever

February 16, 2016

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This is my “I can’t wait for spring” dress. I. Can’t wait. For spring. And it’s kind of perfect because apparently Dallas can’t wait, either. We’ve had straight 60- to 70-degree weather for the past couple weeks, and the forecast bumps us up to the 80s next week. It’s a teeny bit absurd — usually, January and February in North Texas means it’s time for an ice-pocalypse — but I’ll take it. It’s like, why do we even need a winter anyway? Sure, I get the whole global warming scare thing, and I get that without an actual freeze, we’ll be in mosquito and allergy hell this summer. But do we really want to be bundled up in parkas and toboggans any longer than necessary? I, and this dress, argue: NO.

I remember my first year living in Texas — my first winter, specifically. I was a freshman at TCU in Fort Worth, and I lived in one of the only yet to be remodeled dorm buildings (it was also the only all-girl dorm, which is a whole other annoying story). We had central heating and air conditioning, and I just so happened to live in a corner room farthest from said central heating and air conditioning unit. I’ve lived in Texas for six years now, and that winter was by far the coldest I’ve experienced. We had almost an entire week off from school in February because a thick layer of ice had settled over every outside surface. Walking anywhere was a super fun and exhilarating activity during that week. I’d wake up shivering with tingly fingers and toes each morning and see ice on the inside of my dorm windows. I’m from Las Vegas. I am not equipped to deal with ice inside my windows or anywhere else, really.

In my solidarity for disliking cold winters: I’ll pop a few extra Zyrtec, slather on some bug spray, and do my darnedest to reduce my carbon footprint in exchange for wearing sandals and springy swing dresses a little earlier in the year. I’m all about priorities over here.

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Dress: Old Navy (On sale for under $20!) // Wedges: old, similar here // Necklace: gift, similar here // Lips: Rimmel London Lasting Finish Lipstick – Kate Moss Collection in No. 11 // Nails: OPI “Lincoln Park After Dark”

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The first week of Wallace’s life? I ached even being in another room from him (#hormones). I was a wreck of emotions and had legitimate baby tunnel vision... preeeetty much nothing else mattered. But things have been balancing out this past week, and today was so needed.

My mom is in town all month and watched Wally for us so we could have some time just us two—yep, in the backyard because of shelter in place restrictions from COVID. (Plus let’s be real... I’m not quite ready for an out-of-the-house date yet anyway. 😂)

As much as I desire to be a present + loving mama and ambitious business owner, it’s just as important to me to prioritize our marriage with little moments like this to just be in each other’s presence (and not just talk about burping and swaddling and bedtime routines, like most of our recent convos).

Here’s to (almost) 2 weeks of being parents, @the_beermonger. I think we’ll do okay.
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Wallace is hitting all his milestones, has learned the alphabet, and is picking up Latin. Just kidding. But he CAN poop 3 times in an hour and a half 😎, and he eats like a champ, is so strong that we prefer to tag team diaper changes for now, and makes the sweetest, cutest noises all day long. (And night.) Like even his cry is cute. 😩

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And this really has been the best thing.

So, so thankful for a hands-on husband who’s been so involved in everything... there’s something indescribable about watching your partner care for your child and step into a big, new role like this so gracefully. And we are thankful for ALL of the support, near and far (... mostly far), from our family and friends and coworkers. What a week... here’s to continuing to figure it all out together as a family. 😌
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