In case the gifs from last week didn't slow you down, here's my photobook (volume 2 of Nolan's first year) for you all to enjoy!
Showing posts with label One Year. Show all posts
Showing posts with label One Year. Show all posts
Monday, July 21, 2014
Friday, July 11, 2014
My little man
On the 2nd Friday in July 2013, I decided to call it a temporary quits and officially start maternity leave. Brian and I went on walks multiple times a day, long before this and we really stepped it up after I went on leave. I went to a chiropractor to get acupuncture to help stimulate things and little did I know that it may have actually worked because I went into labor on the 2nd Saturday of July.
Looking back on this incredible year, I just know that I am extremely lucky to have my little Nolan in my life. He is truly the best little guy I could ask for. Sure, he's a bit of a stinker at times - like when he gets impatient while I'm trying to wipe his butt during a diaper change and he tries crawling away - but darnit I love the crap out of that kid!
Coming soon: a 12 month picture (we're getting those taken next week)
This weekend is his first birthday party. I have to admit that I've been kind of slacking in the planning department. But I know we can get the essentials: beer, food, and games. Even though we're having a Sunday event, I think a little beer goes hand in hand with bags or ladder golf.
I remember when we first brought Nolan home, Brian and I were scared but excited. The first thing we did (after soothing him from a cranky car ride home) was show him around the house. "This is your room!" we said.
As we moved from room to room in the house, we knew our lives were forever changed. We gave Nolan nicknames... a lot of them:
He has 8 teeth and he'll chomp on your finger when you're brushing them
He is a walker
He hates it when I clip his fingernails
He loves eating bananas
He knows exactly what he shouldn't be getting into and gets into it right away
He climbs stairs and when he gets past the wall where he can't see me, he waits until I get there into view and then starts racing up the stairs away from me
He loves playing peekaboo
He says "mama" and "dada" and is starting to say "ba" and "na" sounds
He'll eat just about anything you give him
He can climb off of big furniture (like a bed or couch) without getting hurt
He's always been a very happy baby. Even if he doesn't like to sleep through the night... still. He's happy to be awake whenever we see him.
When he was really little, he'd sleep with his hands up by his ears like he was doing a lazy version of the "touchdown" sign.
One of my favorite things that I already miss is when he was brand new and we'd put him on the mat and he'd just kick kick with his little feet.
We spent our first really long weekend away from him last weekend and when we returned he was so happy to see us! I would pick him up and he'd give me a little hug and then he'd see his daddy and leap towards him to be held by him and to give him a big hug, and then he'd see me again and leap towards me and so on.
He is such an amazing little man, I am so lucky to have him in my life.
Looking back on this incredible year, I just know that I am extremely lucky to have my little Nolan in my life. He is truly the best little guy I could ask for. Sure, he's a bit of a stinker at times - like when he gets impatient while I'm trying to wipe his butt during a diaper change and he tries crawling away - but darnit I love the crap out of that kid!
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| Newborn |
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| 3 Months |
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| 6 Months |
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| 9 Months |
This weekend is his first birthday party. I have to admit that I've been kind of slacking in the planning department. But I know we can get the essentials: beer, food, and games. Even though we're having a Sunday event, I think a little beer goes hand in hand with bags or ladder golf.
I remember when we first brought Nolan home, Brian and I were scared but excited. The first thing we did (after soothing him from a cranky car ride home) was show him around the house. "This is your room!" we said.
As we moved from room to room in the house, we knew our lives were forever changed. We gave Nolan nicknames... a lot of them:
- Little buddy
- Pumpkin or Punky
- Little man
- Baby Nolan
- Stinker McGinker
He has 8 teeth and he'll chomp on your finger when you're brushing them
He is a walker
He hates it when I clip his fingernails
He loves eating bananas
He knows exactly what he shouldn't be getting into and gets into it right away
He climbs stairs and when he gets past the wall where he can't see me, he waits until I get there into view and then starts racing up the stairs away from me
He loves playing peekaboo
He says "mama" and "dada" and is starting to say "ba" and "na" sounds
He'll eat just about anything you give him
He can climb off of big furniture (like a bed or couch) without getting hurt
He's always been a very happy baby. Even if he doesn't like to sleep through the night... still. He's happy to be awake whenever we see him.
When he was really little, he'd sleep with his hands up by his ears like he was doing a lazy version of the "touchdown" sign.
One of my favorite things that I already miss is when he was brand new and we'd put him on the mat and he'd just kick kick with his little feet.
We spent our first really long weekend away from him last weekend and when we returned he was so happy to see us! I would pick him up and he'd give me a little hug and then he'd see his daddy and leap towards him to be held by him and to give him a big hug, and then he'd see me again and leap towards me and so on.
He is such an amazing little man, I am so lucky to have him in my life.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
1 Year of Weight Loss
I am not 100% sure of the date, but I'm relatively positive that today marks the one year anniversary of my weight loss journey. As you can see from my incredibly awesome before/after post I wrote at the end of 2010 I'd say I've done pretty well for myself.
Somethings you can't really see in a picture so I thought I'd write down a few of the thoughts that I had before and after.
Before:
-I'm so fat
-These clothes don't fit
-I have to untag about 30 pictures after going out last night hanging out with my friend who appears to work as a paparazzo (yes, that is singular for paparazzi)
-I feel like a slob, may as well eat 2 gallons of ice cream and a dozen cookies (maybe that's an exaggeration but still it doesn't seem to far off looking back)
-Candy out in the office? I'll have 10 pieces, they're small so it won't hurt me any...
-I can't lose weight, I've tried everything - I give up... (this is where Weight Watchers came in to play)
-I wonder if I can get away wearing this shirt I wore in college? What, it's wayyyy toooooo tight? FML
-I have a gym membership and go about 4 times a month so that makes my fit (and I'm lying to myself)
After:
-Check me out, I have a waist!
-Check me out, I have a collarbone!
-Check me out, I am awesome
-Check me out (you get the idea)
-Fitness and nutrition is a priority in my life, I must plan accordingly in order to succeed (for real, this is a regular thought)
-When I have a "bad meal" here is no such thing as "Starting over tomorrow" it's "start again RIGHT NOW"
-I'm gonna be a hot bride, I'm sorry to all you men folk cuz I'm gonna make you do a double take when I'm all glammed up and you can't have me :)
-I am physically fit and can do whatever I put my mind to!
-I'll do whatever it takes to be healthy and feel good
-Wow, these pants fit? I haven't been able to zip them up since (enter date at least 3 years ago here)
-My stomach doesn't appear to hang over my jeans like they used to... that's different
-My cheeks appear to be somewhat chiseled. When did I get cheekbones?
-This picture looks great for a profile pic, but I also REALLY like this one. There are too many good pictures of me to decide!! (There's a problem you WANT to have!)
One piece of advice I'd like to offer those just starting a journey of their own. TAKE PICTURES. Full Body. I know they're intimidating to take because you may not like what you see (yet) but I wish I did and now I don't get to see how I looked along the way. Or show you!
I feel completely different today, obviously. If you're reading this and you want motivation or other tips, please follow me! I plan to keep posting about my journey as it's still not over. If would rather remain anonymous, feel free to email me at thateasley@gmail.com. I'm happy to share motivating tips or give you my two cents for any questions you have. I look forward to hearing from you!!
Somethings you can't really see in a picture so I thought I'd write down a few of the thoughts that I had before and after.
Before:
-I'm so fat
-These clothes don't fit
-I have to untag about 30 pictures after going out last night hanging out with my friend who appears to work as a paparazzo (yes, that is singular for paparazzi)
-I feel like a slob, may as well eat 2 gallons of ice cream and a dozen cookies (maybe that's an exaggeration but still it doesn't seem to far off looking back)
-Candy out in the office? I'll have 10 pieces, they're small so it won't hurt me any...
-I can't lose weight, I've tried everything - I give up... (this is where Weight Watchers came in to play)
-I wonder if I can get away wearing this shirt I wore in college? What, it's wayyyy toooooo tight? FML
-I have a gym membership and go about 4 times a month so that makes my fit (and I'm lying to myself)
After:
-Check me out, I have a waist!
-Check me out, I have a collarbone!
-Check me out, I am awesome
-Check me out (you get the idea)
-Fitness and nutrition is a priority in my life, I must plan accordingly in order to succeed (for real, this is a regular thought)
-When I have a "bad meal" here is no such thing as "Starting over tomorrow" it's "start again RIGHT NOW"
-I'm gonna be a hot bride, I'm sorry to all you men folk cuz I'm gonna make you do a double take when I'm all glammed up and you can't have me :)
-I am physically fit and can do whatever I put my mind to!
-I'll do whatever it takes to be healthy and feel good
-Wow, these pants fit? I haven't been able to zip them up since (enter date at least 3 years ago here)
-My stomach doesn't appear to hang over my jeans like they used to... that's different
-My cheeks appear to be somewhat chiseled. When did I get cheekbones?
-This picture looks great for a profile pic, but I also REALLY like this one. There are too many good pictures of me to decide!! (There's a problem you WANT to have!)
One piece of advice I'd like to offer those just starting a journey of their own. TAKE PICTURES. Full Body. I know they're intimidating to take because you may not like what you see (yet) but I wish I did and now I don't get to see how I looked along the way. Or show you!
I feel completely different today, obviously. If you're reading this and you want motivation or other tips, please follow me! I plan to keep posting about my journey as it's still not over. If would rather remain anonymous, feel free to email me at thateasley@gmail.com. I'm happy to share motivating tips or give you my two cents for any questions you have. I look forward to hearing from you!!
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