Festive Farmhouse

Christmas has officially arrived at the farmhouse & I couldn't be happier.


1. Fresh evergreen cut from the backyard.
2. Cranberry garland with a helping paw & endless bowls of popcorn.
3. Boxwood wreath.
4. Presents for our little lady.
5. Paperwhites & clementines.
6. Evergreen clippings & white pillar candles.
7. A holiday mantle.

Dinner Date

Like clock work usually a week or so after Thanksgiving when the minuscule amount of leftovers we took home run out, I'm itching to make my own smaller version of the meal. This year was amplified with my insatiable appetite.

Now, for the menu.

Herb Roasted Turkey Thighs.
Cornbread Stuffing.
Vegan Garlic Mashed Potatoes. 
Zesty Cranberry Sauce.
Sourdough Rolls.
Pumpkin Pie (and Whipped Cream. Duh.)
Sparkling Pomegranate Juice for me
& Pinot Noir for James. 

With the exception of the rolls, pie & whipped cream, everything was homemade.

And of course, Charles joined us for dinner. 

Everything was delicious & the company was unbeatable. So much to be thankful for.


Second Trimester

Here are weeks 12-27. I've had so much fun thus far documenting my ever changing body. 

All things considered my second trimester has been a breeze. No swollen ankles, no cravings, only a few days of a sore back.. really, the only thing that has been a problem are frequent minor bloody noses. So I'll take that. 

Bring it, third trimester. Me & my stretchy pants are ready for you! 

On raising a daughter

Image via: Pinterest

I've been stewing over writing this post for quite some time, but never knew which words were "right" for what I was trying to say.

I've had six months since finding out we were expecting to think about how we plan on raising our child. I feel so fortunate that James and I are on the exact same page of child raising expectations. As so many parents do before they meet their baby, they dream of who they want them to be, I am no exception. There are things that I'm so excited to show her in this great big world, so many things I have to teach her. I would be lying if I said that I'm not excited for matching mother-daughter outfits; but to teach her how to plant flowers, or to make pasta sauce for example, this is what I'm most excited for. I can't wait to see the excitement in her eyes, and the wanting to learn.

I want to raise her to be to a gentle soul but strong when needed, to remain humble, to be present in the moment and not dwell on the past, to feel empowered in being herself, to know it's alright to make mistakes, to be independant but know it's okay to ask for help. I want to raise a little lady. For a large portion of my life I tried to be someone I was not to fit in, I hope my daughter can learn from my mistakes and not have to feel alienated in her own skin.

Well into my early teen years I've struggled with body issues, since becoming pregnant I'm learning to accept my ever changing body. Sure, I have days when I feel very frumpy and large especially when nothing fits right, but what this body of mine is doing is incredible when I think about it. I mean, I'm growing a child, who I will bring into this world, and get to raise her. High five body. High five. I hope through this expercience it will give me power to show her to be proud of what you have, this is the only body we are given, so embrace it. I will be mindful of no self-body shamming, that is not the atmosphere I want her to grow up in.

All in all, I guess I'm nervous. Nervous that I hope that I do the best job I can to raise her well, with the help of James (we are a team after all.) And I pray she does not turn out too sassy like her mother! 

A room for a little lady

I've been searching high & low via Pinterest as of late to get a better understanding of how I want to put together Lucy's room. I know the walls will be white & the floors are a rich pumpkin pine. 

So without further ado, here are some elements that are musts:

1.) Art gallery wall.
2.) A cozy area to rock & read to her. 
3.) All white furniture.
4.) Pops of color from accent pillows & decor. 
5.) A calm place, with girl elements but not screaming in your face girly. Leaning more towards "gender neutral."

What did not make the cut:
1.) Wall decals. 
2.) Wallpaper boarders. 

I'm really excited to put all of my inspirations & ideas together. My vision of her room looks beautiful & can't wait to share the end result with you all. 


The day my world changed forever

The last week of June, I had my suspicions and once 10 days had come and gone, I collected my courage after work one evening I purchased a home pregnancy test and prenatal vitamins (just in case you know, if it was negative I would still take them and my hair would look great. Win win.) I decided after reading many reviews to take the test in the morning. A restless night of sleep and being wide awake at 4:30 I decided “well, what better time than this to see?” Longest three minutes of my life. It was July 2nd at 4:45 in the morning; the wind and rain were whipping outside the farmhouse when those two little pink lines showed up on the screen. At that moment I don’t think I have ever been so happily terrified in my entire life. I woke up James and cried heavily in his arms and we stayed up until the morning light talking and him reassuring me that “everything will be alright.” I am a lucky gal.  

I of course I had to tell my sister immediately. When she told me last summer that she was expecting, I had visions of our babies growing up together and having the best childhoods just like I shared with my cousin who happens to be still be one of my best friends. She gave birth to her son this past March 8th, I was so fortunate to be there for her, to make sure she had a cool washcloth on her forehead and to be a personal cheerleader, plus a few days after at home to help out. My due date (and as we all know, that is just an estimated time of arrival not a dead set date) is March 5th. One year apart, could it get any dreamier? Her reaction validated that this was indeed a great thing to come and her positive loving words reassuring me that I will be the best little momma was exactly what I needed. Sisters, they always have the right words to say. 

James and I always said we would want babies someday, and although this is sooner then we both planned for (I admittedly have always dreamed of having one Autumn and one Spring baby) and I thought for sure I would have my heart set on a little girl, but now that I’m here I don’t care about what the gender is or what month I give birth, as long as the baby is healthy. As cheesy as it sounds, I really never knew a love like this could exist.

My first trimester was shaky. I luckily only vomited a hand full of times, but the nausea was consistent and some days were better than others. Early on everything made me gag, my house, conditioner, the thought of some foods, not eating enough, eating too much; it got so bad at one point I turned to James with sad eyes and said “I’ve officially changed my name to Gaggie.” Also, HOLY FATIGUE! It was a difficult transition, I had been working out 5-6 days a week and walking regularly for about 5 weeks and results had just started to show, but with fatigue and nausea it was almost impossible to keep up with my routine. My eating also declined; when nothing tastes good and you feel like you woke up with the stomach flu every morning, peanut butter toast, oatmeal, rice, or pasta are about the only things you can stomach that’s what you eat to survive. The past couple of weeks I have made strides with the return of my energy and a stronger stomach to ease back into fitness, which I'm beyond excited about. All in all, there were more days when I was put up in bed then not. Just between you and me, I may have shed a few tears over no more raw sushi or the occasional adult beverage. I can’t tell you how many times I have daydreamed and found myself drooling thinking about a gorgeous plate of sashimi; in the big picture it’s a small sacrifice for a short few months.
I have been wanting for something big and inspiring to get me back to this old blog of mine and what better thing then my pregnancy to get me back into the swing of things. I always knew that I would want to document being pregnant after reading so many lovely composed bloggers whom I greatly admire. So, I hope you all want to join me on this exciting journey to motherhood.

One body; Two heartbeats

It brings me great pleasure to finally announce that James & I are expecting our first child. 
Estimated arrival is March 2014.
We could not be happier.

A rant about life

I feel my life is parallel to the changing of seasons.

This past winter was a very deep, dark, cold time. I was beyond stressed and unhappy despite my best efforts. There were multiple things in my life that were out of my control, and if there is one thing that I need in my life is control. I wont go into much detail but it was like I had fallen down after being punched and life just kicking me in the ribs over and over again.

Fast forward to now, as many of my facebook friends saw on Monday, I will be starting a new job soon. I've been working at a law firm as one of their receptionists going on three years this June. I loved my routine, my people, but man, part time was killing me financially and mentally. There is nothing quite as frustrating as sending your resume out which seems to everyone, with no calls, or emails, or interviews. You know your self worth, you know you're a smart, capable, valuable person, but rejection (or silience) after months, and no one seems to want to give you a chance, it certainly wears a person down. As sad as I am to leave a place I am comfortable in, with the best coworkers, it is time for me to venture out into this big scary world to be the new girl; to use all that I have learned in these past three years and to grow, learn and thrive. The fact that I have the support, and the kindest words from all of my coworkers boosted my confidence that this is the right move. Change is okay. Am I terrified? absolutley, but there is something so wonderfully refreshing about it; as if it awakens your senses.

A full time job is not just a full time job, it means personal stability, it makes me a better partner to J., that I have something to bring to the table and it speeds up our renovation plans now that I can contribute. I'm coming out of my cocoon to spread my brightly colored new wings to the chilled spring air. I am at the tail end of the darkest period straight into the dawn of a new beginning in a chapter of my life. Soo many cliches in a single post. People, what I am trying to convey is that I think my life is turning out the way I have always planned and I could not be happier.  


Weekend According to my iPhone

If I am to come back in a next life, I pray I am reincarnated as a greenhouse cat. My goodness, that little guy is living the life.

Spent a huge chunk of the weekend with J. outside, digging in the dirt and a good amount driving around county roads searching for more signs of spring elsewhere. These are the kind of weekends that renew my soul and ease my stress.

Happy Sunday, evening lovies.


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