After doing my short workout, and prepping lunch, I hear little man starting to stir. So this is a quicky catchup.

Sidenote: This is the best, best, best salad ever. And if you are as obsessed as I am about Pinterest, please follow me so I can follow you. Or just leave your Pinterest name so I can follow you.

I have been sewing lately. This was supposed to be a shirt, but ended up a wadder. I’m not even sure what went wrong. I think fabric choice (vegan pleather I inherited–why do they call it vegan?) and the length was too short. Every top feels too short now apres bebe. So here’s my beautiful mess. Also, most of the pattern for this was created one Sunday morning when hubby was on vacation and took junior to church (one with a nursery!) and I stayed home and played hooky. I somehow feel the need to confess that. 🙂



I’m working on knitting a pair of sock for giant little man. He’s currently in 2T clothes and 2-4 year socks. Eek! My dad is 6’5″ so God help us all. And by working on, I started them about 2 months ago and haven’t looked at them since. Sigh. The pattern is here. And YouTube videos were super helpful.



Here we are at a late summer cookout. First time at the “Big Kid’s Table.” They had grilled cheese. I swear he hated cheese before this, but is already succumbing to peer pressure! And his first potato chips–a huge hit! He only slid under the table once or twice. Ha! But I was there to catch him.


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I read Orange Lingerie’s book (now that I’m thinking about, I still have some left to read). If you sew bras, get this book. The most awesome tip for fitting a band is in here. And she’s coming out with a bra pattern soon! So this bra fits better than a lot of my older ones, but after making 5 or 6? bras I still have fit issues. I think part of it is I keep “experimenting” and just need to get a basic fit down and then experiment. Alas..

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This is my favorite Fall snack. I’ve made 2 double batches and one single because I didn’t have enough ingredients for a double batch. Yummy. But definitely takes 5x as long to bake as the recipe states.



I made a bedskirt and recovered this chair in the ever-so-popular chevron fabric for the nursery, in January. The chair slipcover was pretty severely lacking, but it works. I added snaps from Snapsource and things are fitting much, much, much better. And using their snap setting tool is a lot of fun and super easy. I highly recommend this if you are doing snaps.

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Since our little man turned one, a lot of his friends also turned one. So, I sewed a few cute girly clothes. All of his “closest” friends are girls at the moment. Hrm..

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This lace jumped into my hands at Artistry in Fashion this year. Now, what to do with it. It is cotton with applique on top and from the 1920s. The color is peachy.



And lastly some kitty love. We do lots of block building/destroying so I made a kitty.



And we had our first face painting experience. Besides wanting to grab the paintbrush, he did great!



Got to run.


Are You Out There

Just curious if anyone but my sweet mama and super sexy husband read this? If so, please let me know in a comment. And if you do, what do you like about my blog–arts/crafts/adorable baby pics/working out/food/something else?

I’ll definitely send some love to one lucky commenter.

Merci in advance.



I find that I’m my own harshest critic, but still I want that validation from everyone. Am I alone in that? Tomorrow, with 44 days left until Christmas I am pulling out our little 3 foot pre-lit faux Christmas tree. I know it is ridiculously early, but I’m pretty excited. Eric rolls his eyes. I think the extent of our decorations last year was a Christmas wreath on our front door. I wasn’t into it at all. It was all I could do to make it through each day and sleepless night. So this year, I’m making up for it.

Expectations are interesting things. I certainly didn’t expect to be where I am in life now 10 years ago. But I’m pretty happy with how things have turned out. Sure I wish Eric’s (and my own) health were a bit better. I wish I’d already figured out and maintained that sweet spot with exercise and eating well and feeling more confident with my contributions to society as a whole. But who knew a one-year-old could set an internal clock to wake up so precisely at 5am? Not me. And with that my morning workout went out the window. I realize that is an excuse, but I’m okay. Things change and I’m learning to be okay with the time it takes to find a new equilibrium.

Ah, life.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas and Happy Thanksgiving. May you be aware of the beauty in your life even in the midst of the messiness that happens.

This cheese face is ridiculous and taken shortly after 5am.
This cheese face is ridiculous and taken shortly after 5am.




I don’t know how people keep up their blogs with beautiful graphics and photos. I manage to get out the house with our not so little one for a walk each day and we fix meals from scratch most days, but that’s about all I can claim. Maybe those other people don’t sleep? Though, I don’t sleep either, but my insomnia doesn’t manifest in cute blogs, but rather a tired mama in the morning that checks email or reddit or instagram in the middle of the night.

I’m coming off of six months of treatment for endometriosis. A disease I had never heard about before, but seems to affect a lot, a lot of women. I was the lucky one who was diagnosed after a kiddo, when pregnancy is often considered a “cure” for the disease. I had my last shot of Lupron–a chemotherapy developed for prostate cancer that somehow helps–on Tuesday. I find the method of getting the shot, dropping trousers and leaning over the counter for a shot in the hip (aka buttock) to be particularly demeaning. There is no telling what the future will hold for me–realistically a hysterectomy. Ironically, a dear relative and bonus mama of mine had a hysterectomy today to remove uterine cancer that was diagnosed only two days ago. Life is that way–hitting suddenly with intensity. Thankfully, it seems they caught it early and she’ll be okay and not need further treatment.

I gave up sugar 4 weeks ago now. I initially dropped 4 pounds, but then gained back 3. I feel pretty amazing though. I think the sugar affected my endometriosis by causing inflammation. Weight loss or not, I’m happy to not be popping Vicodin like candy anymore.

I value this space (my blog) to be a history of who I am and who I’ve been. Where I am and where I’ve been. So the stream of conscientiousness is alluding to that.

I’m almost a mama to a one year old. Holy cow. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. I had postpartum depression (or maybe anxiety–getting a diagnosis was a real pain in the ass) so badly I tried to talk my husband into giving our little one up for adoption. I’m so lucky Eric realized I wasn’t right and encouraged me to get help and he helped with childcare and other things as I attempted to get help.

Our little one is walking, eating like crazy, CLIMBING, giggling, and bringing so much joy to us and those around us. We are really, really blessed.

I’m loving mamahood. I love reading the same story over and over. I love the way he kisses specific pages of books (like the wedding scene in Pride in Prejudice). I love that he’s attached to a blanket and bunny my mama knit for him, and he doesn’t realize we have a spare blanket, and 3 spare bunnies that all look different. Or if he does realize, he doesn’t care. I love the way he runs for the bathtub at night when he hears me start the water for his bath. I love his babbling of da-da-da throughout the day when he misses his daddy. I love his enthusiasm for animals–though the cats aren’t quite sure.

Life is good and I am grateful. Hopefully, I can manage a post with photos soon.

Much love,

Katy ^-^

Thoughts on Motherhood

I was visiting some relatives with our Little Man and my aunt asked me, “How has motherhood changed you?” This was in late June and I’m still ruminating on the question. Here’s what I have so far:

  • I thought I didn’t have time before, ha! I have had to get used to small increments. When little man goes to bed at 7:30/8, I’m not far behind. Because I know we’ll be up a bit at night and he can be an early riser.

  • I can get lonely. I love story time as much as Little Boo, because it means I get to interact with other people. It feels like it takes several times of trying to coordinate things to finally get to hang out with someone in a two-hour increment. I find I try to connect to people online, but I really crave face-to-face connection.

  • I’ve learned that working on things that are meaningful to me are so important–sewing/cooking/making our house comfortable/exercise/etc. Though it takes a lot of discipline to do that.

  • I am surprised by how calm I am in crazy moments–like the time he started to crawl off the bed. I just caught him and made a mental note that he wasn’t “safe” on the bed anymore.

  • I didn’t realize how awesome hugs and kisses were. I don’t think I could ever get tired of getting them from our little Boo Bear.

  • In the beginning, I was terrified to leave the house with my little one. What if he poops? Now I regularly run out without a diaper bag. I’ve changed his poopy diapers on the floor of bathrooms without changing tables–not my favorite thing. I’ve dealt with puke and garment changes without too much trouble, and we’ve even made a flight half-way across country just the two of us. I’ve been stretched a lot more than I thought I was capable of, and am still smiling on top of it all!

  • I am forced to slow down–a lot. Everything takes longer. Going anywhere requires a few extra minutes getting junior in and out of the car, etc. Mealtimes are slow. He eats well, but it takes some time still. Something I value and am learning to emulate. We walk a lot and take our time, talking about what we see. We love to go to the park and lay under a big willow tree and just look. I love when I slow down walking through the house and observe the way he catches his reflection in the mirror or feels the texture of the wall.

  • I have thoughts daily about bowel movements, eating, nap times, teeth, development, and I still find that a little odd.

  • I’m learning time without baby is very important. Even if I just run to Target or the grocery store or go workout. I need some alone time and that is okay. On my goals is getting up earlier than him. I’ve done it a few times and it is wonderful–now just how to find some consistency.

  • I have an even stronger desire to be creative and start a business from that. Though, it is totally scary and is the first thing that gets put on the back burner when things get chaotic (read-everyday).

  • I have been struggling and focusing on eating well and exercise so I can keep up with little dude. Throw in a few unexpected medical issues and fatigue is at an all time high and healthy eating goes in spurts and sputters.

  • When I accomplish things now, I get excited to share them with the Little Man. Thinking about the things I can say, “look what your mama did!” And I hope to keep accomplishing things so he can continue to say, “Look at my Mama. Man, I am proud of her.”

  • I am surprised I don’t get tired of reading the same books over and over and over again. Little man definitely has favorites, and surprisingly (or not) they are my favorites too. His infectious grin is worth re-reading the same story. And I’ve been known to switch up the words a bit which often confuses Eric. I get a lot of, “is that really what the book says?”

Here’s a picture of us at swimming “lessons.”


Summer Time

Up and at ’em with a very full bladder around 6am. Checking things left and right off of my to do list. Eric offers to make breakfast–yummy pancakes filled with fresh strawberries. At 9am lay down for a bit of a nap. Wake up totally disoriented after noon. Ah, the life of summertime pregnancy. It is a ride and so far, we’re having a pretty good time.


One Good Day!

I’m loving…

  • Eric FINALLY feeling better.
  • Conference phone calls with friends and family that make you feel like you are in the chaos and there.
  • Getting over the crud being passed from student to student at school.
  • This little cheetah meowing.
  • Spring break in a few weeks.
  • Baylor Men’s in the Sweet Sixteen. 2nd time ever!
  • Unexpected visits from my mom and Eric’s mom.
  • Visiting Australia and hanging out with koalas.

I could live without…

  • laundry
  • dishes
  • the icy wind that comes with the rain

The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men…

Wow. It is funny to think that last time I wrote, I thought all would be well in a week. How very wrong I was. The role of the caregiver is fickle–and stressful.

An ER visit, surgery, and unexpected hospital admit. Followed a week later by another surgery and unplanned hospital stay. Wow. I hope this is all of the excitement we get this year. I’m hoping for some very boring days ahead.

The Help

Eric is sick. He’s been sick for 102 days. Fortunately, or not, it seems to be unrelated to his leukemia. His first illness started to clear up after the new year. Then, without a day of break, he immediately got sick with an entirely new, entirely unrelated illness. Today while we were out running an errand I asked him, “Can you just tell me something I can do to help. I am tired of feeling so helpless.”

He calmly responds, “Just drive me home. That’s how you can help.”

Immediately my brain said, “No, no, no. That’s not what I had in mind…” Then I realized, I wanted to help in “my way.” Instead, I drove him home.

It definitely made me think.