Today Today Today.
You’ve been such a rare form of annoying– the kind of annoying that has my dearest Shippmate and I taking turns leaving this house. To go nowhere but here lol.
Let’s start back at the beginning of your existence.
Ryan and I had such a perfect Saturday together (more about that later) and we were getting in bed somewhere just after midnight when the terrible of Today began.
We grabbed our video monitor that has so generously been on loan to us from our Bartee friends to check on Baby June before we went to sleep. Instead of seeing her cute little sleeping self when we turned the monitor on, we saw a very non-working screen.
Why, you ask? Had something happened to this lovely monitor? Had we dropped it? Thrown it in a puddle? Oh no– on the contrary- it was sitting right on the nightstand where it always safely sits. And it was there that it decided the screen was done working.
Which was annoying, but we knew we’d just buy our friends a new one and be on with life.
But that wasn’t where Today ended.
So just as I went to sleep to an electronic device failing me, I woke up to grab my phone and see what time it was to see a screen frozen.
Unbeknownst to me, The Shippmate had decided to update my phone while I was sleeping, but since I didn’t know of this, I just reset the phone because I thought something was wrong with it.
Which apparently resetting your phone during an update means it will never work again.
So ummm yeah, I obviously wasn’t aware.
The minute I woke up and saw something weird going on with my phone I wanted to kick myself for not backing my phone up the night before. I had taken several sweet pictures at my cousin’s birthday party, and as I was scrolling through awesome picture after awesome picture yesterday, I had TRULY thought to myself, “I should maybe send a few of these to my mom or someone so if my phone quits me, I’ll have them.”
(It should be explained that I’ve been using a phone for the past few months that has a very shattered screen, a five second delay, and quits working in all of the most inconvenient times. It’s been a real joy, I tell ya.)
Anyway, so as I saw my phone updating but what I thought frozen and not working, I immediately feared it was dead forever.
Which turns out to be about accurate.
If you’re wondering how someone feels when they wake up to their phone falling to its imminent death after maybe a push that direction from either my Shippmate updating it (I hadn’t updated because I feared the poor decrepit iPhone 4 wouldn’t handle it) or not telling me what was going on with my phone, you might say she feels not happy.
It’s kind of like being brought warm breakfast in bed, except well– the exact opposite. Like being brought no breakfast in bed but a dead phone and the reality that your single favorite picture of you, June, and your once beloved Shippmate all three smiling at the camera in coordinating blue outfits is probably forever lost in an iOS update vortex far far away.
I won’t even pretend like I didn’t overreact to the situation.
And I won’t even pretend like we didn’t find ourselves fighting in the car over who was exactly to blame for this chain of events while June laughed in the backseat.
Ryan spent the rest of his Sunday attempting to recover those photos to no success. Which was obviously incredibly frustrating for him.
And while I know there are some people, ie: my father, that go awhile without a phone and feel this freedom and peace in their soul, I am just 100% not one of them. I love my phone. I love texting my best friends all day everyday. I love my camera on there. I find the opposite of peace when I am without a phone lol.
So I wasn’t in the best mood either and we just had a day.
One of the cats tried to escape again, our house had this horrible smell all day that Google explained was spring blooming and rain (???), I came home with the wrong salad from Wendy’s, Ryan found a hair in a cookie I gave him from McDonald’s and swore I was trying to poison him…
You know the kind of problems that are nothing but just annoying on a day like Today.
I had just put Junie to bed (she was fun and happy and the joy of our day all day– she doesn’t even know how to be annoyed or have a bad day) and came to check my email on the computer when I saw a message I had emailed myself last night.
It was a reminder email I often send myself about blogworthy thoughts. About 1 in 300 of them actually make it from the “bloggable” email to this very Dyer-E. Sadly lol.
This one said:
“the complete Shippmate magical of our Saturday”
And it was just all I could do but laugh out loud with my cats in my living room. (Ryan had taken his turn to escape this place lol.)
Yesterday was the best, and I had almost forgotten it in the fury of Today.
A phone and baby monitor down for the count paired with some frustrated moods in The House of Shippmates had nearly led me to forget the joy of just 24 hours before.
And because it’s always better to end on a positive note, I’m going to tell you about my Yesterday and see if it might even help end this Today on a brighter note than it started.
(Which clearly wouldn’t take much.)
Anyway, so Yesterday.
The Shippmate, June, and I headed west to Kansas for a carnival of a good time at my cousin Adi Morgan’s 4th birthday party.
We’d had a very busy week, and the rather long car ride was just what Ry and I needed to just catch up. On life. On laughs with each other and everything in between. It was a great drive and an even greater party. We got to see all of our family that we hadn’t seen in awhile, jump in a bounce house, have some cotton candy, play in the sun– life was good.
And then got even better when Junebug had an all expense paid trip to Grammy’s while The Shippmate and I skipped off like two kids on a hot Saturday night date.
This all kind of came together last minute, so there were no plans, which normally is not my style, but in the spirit of pretending to be two kids on a hot Saturday night date, I went with it!
A quick Google search later, we discovered we were less than 10 minutes from an Oklahoma Joe’s and off we went. We were both pretty beyond hungry at this point, so we decided if the line was too long, we might skip that idea and opt for our second choice. Well, we walk right in that place and there is NO LINE.
If you know anything about this restaurant that is some kind of Shippmate Date Miracle in and of itself.
We ordered our amazing food, sat down with no high chair in sight, and before we could take a bite, I pointed over to where we didn’t wait in line to show Ryan there was now a line out the restaurant long. That line would be there for the remainder of our meal. It was such perfect timing.
The meal was so delicious than I wanted to go order it all over again, but the line thankfully prohibited that kind of crazy calorie consumption.
We ate. We talked. We laughed.
JUST THE TWO OF US.
(Anyone else singing that Big Willie style? No? That’s just me?)
This probably doesn’t sound that magical to anyone but me, but while I love my Junebug more than life itself, it’s so amazingly fun to eat without her and know she couldn’t be happier than with her Grammy.
Dates with just me and The Shippmate have a new kind of magical to them now. I love it.
With the agenda wide open in front of us, we traveled north for a quick Craigslist deal Ryan had been working on for me, and then I said, “Let’s go see a movie!”
With a quick check with The Grammy to see if that was cool, we got a very happy Junie picture back as she was on a walk with Mom and Shelly! Before heading to the theater, we did another quick Google search to find some ice cream before the show. Four places immediately came up, and as the one Googling, I almost didn’t read all of them, because only Baskin Robbins sounded good to me. But I did, and yep– you guessed it– in the spirit of Yesterday, the one The Shippmate wanted? It was so Baskin Robbins, too.
We skipped in there like the two teenagers we were pretending to be and sampled 13 flavors before ordering a kids’ size scoop!
All of this ice cream taste testing and savoring put us in a bit of hurry to make our Draft Day movie time, and I was nearly questioning that it could be sold out. Luckily it wasn’t, but when we walked into theater #21 two minutes in to the previews, I looked up to a very packed house. As in the kind I’m thinking that our Shippmate magic has ran out and we’re about to watch this movie in separate rows.
But as one not to give up quickly, I grabbed Ryan’s hand and hightailed it up to my favorite spot in a theater (toward the back on right side when you’re facing the screen) where a couple in front of us was trying to ask people to scoot together to no success. They stormed passed us, clearly annoyed to have to go to the unfortunate front row.
For who knows what reason, I told Ryan we should wait just a second– as if some seats that weren’t available for that couple might magically appear, and lo and behold– this older couple gets up and leaves???
And I kid you not, we get to sit together in my favorite spot in a theater!
The whole thing was so perfect.
(It also naturally reminded me of the Friends where Monica and Chandler keep seeing the honeymoon couple in front of them everywhere having this kind of awesome luck.)
I’m smiling just remembering the sweetness of our Yesterday.
The movie was great.
Just like the drive together to Adi Morgan’s party.
The time spent with family there.
The Oklahoma Joe’s Miracle of no line.
The Baskin Robbins.
The cheering for the Chiefs in the middle of the movie.
It was the kind of Saturday that had me emailing myself of its Shippmate magic.
With that re-cap of a reminder of our beautiful Saturday, I’m going to sleep tonight focusing on the goodness of Yesterday. Too much goodness of Saturday to bother wasting any more frustrated on Today.
And yes, I know people always talk about living in the present, but when your Today has been annoying, I’m going to campaign for the joy of borrowing some smiles from Yesterday instead.
PS: Is anyone else annoyed at the Today and Yesterday capitalizing? I kind of hate myself right now for doing that, but when I first started it 1900 words ago, it seemed fun and then became less and less cool. Forgive me for being too lazy to go fix that weirdness.
PPS: Don’t you dare ask why this post has no pictures. #iphone4nomore
This past month has been such a big one– you’ve both done and learned a whole bunch of cool things, so I have a lot to cover!
Starting with your big 6 month appointment. I had been so looking forward to this pivotal conversation with our pediatrician for a couple of months, because we had wanted to seek her advice on two pretty big issues– food and sleep.
Specifically, we had waited to introduce any foods until after 6 months and we were wanting to make the transition from you sleeping in our room– and usually our bed– to your own room and your own crib.
The reason you were still sleeping in our room/bed is that everything we had read said it reduces SIDS to have babies in your bedroom until 6 months. For the first 4 months, you somehow magically slept through the night like you were a pro, so there was never any conversation about sleep training or strategy or anything. You just slept for 8 hours like this little champ. Then around 4 months, you started waking sometimes (which is totally normal) and we developed this little pattern of you just coming on in bed with me for the remainder of the evening. You still slept like a charm, but my sleep took a bit of a beating during this whole co-sleeping thing.
I LOVED having you snuggled up (safely) with me, but every morning I felt the repercussions of the position of my body around you and the all night buffet I had open lol. And while I know co-sleeping is for a lot of people– and I’m so happy for them– in addition to wanting to sleep better myself and my back not hurt every morning, I wanted you to be comfortable sleeping in your own bed and learn that kind of independence. So we had decided we would wait and talk to Dr. Kirby-Diaz about how to make that transition as smooth as possible.
June, I cannot explain to you how much I worried about this transition. For a good month, I just feared that it would be SO hard and the worst thing ever and you’d cry and then I would cry, and I had this whole picture painted in my mind of having to call this sleep specialist I had found on Google and she would come evaluate our home for 48 hours and cost us hundreds of dollars! (If your Daddy is reading this post, this will be the first he heard of my plan to call that specialist lol, and I have a feeling he might not have loved the idea! Hahahaha!)
So we finally get to this pivotal 6 month appointment and we don’t even get to see The Dr. Kirby-Diaz aka Best Pediatrician Ever. Instead we see an older lady who will proceed to confirm to me that Kirby-Diaz is truly the Best Pediatrician Ever.
She asks me if you’ve had food yet, and I look at my list of questions for her and realize we’re going to jump right on in without talking about how adorable you look sitting up in your diaper, so I explain I had been waiting for this very appointment and she just kind of looks at me and says, “Well… you just need to buy some baby food and start feeding her. It’s not hard.”
Which somewhat stressed me out in and of itself, but then I brought up some questions surrounding food and different methods and quickly realized she was not really interested in having an in-depth talk about this, so I skip the topic and decide we’ll just breastfeed you for life since I can’t figure out how to feed you real foods.
Onward we proceed to my sleep questions.
“I was wanting to get your thoughts or suggestions on how to best transition from co-sleeping to the crib.”
Before I can give her our sleep history, she says, “Oh- you’ve co-slept?! That’s horrible. Don’t tell me, but are you feeding her in the middle of the night, too??”
I reluctantly say, “Ummmm, yes. Several times.”
To which the non Kirby-Diaz doctor looks me (and you, Junebug!) straight in the eyes and says, “Well, you’ve ruined her! You’ve let her think you’ll just do whatever she wants and feed her whenever she wants. That and the putting her right next to you in bed– you’ve done spoiled her.”
I’m sure even when you’re 25, you’ll have flashbacks of the sweat on my palms and the tense of my shoulders that were holding you, baby girl, because oh man- this “pivotal conversation” had taken a big bad turn for the worse!
I started to interject some of the things I had literally practiced explaining on the car ride to this big appointment (I’m actually not kidding– I often rehearse important conversations in the car before they happen and this was no exception) but before I could even explain, she hits me with:
“And to be honest, this kind of spoiling will continue to ruin her as she gets older. This right here is what leads to rebellious teenagers.”
Ummmm, so yeah.
Now THAT is what every first time mom of a little 6 month Junebug wants to hear. I have seriously done something so wrong, so terrible, so life altering that in these short 6 months YOU ARE ALREADY DESTINED TO REBEL AT THIRTEEN!?!?
I am rarely at a loss for words, and I actually wasn’t even in this moment, but I was at a loss for any words that could have been Christ honoring, so I basically just wrapped the appointment up and sprinted out of that office.
Straight to my car where I held you and cried for a good 10 minutes. You looked up at me with your beautiful, big eyes with such confusion as to why I looked so sad.
Which made me smile and made me also question why I was so sad.
And just for the record, my beautiful daughter, holding you while crying is such the craziest form of comfort. Your precious baby smell, your sweet cheeks, and your perfect grin can make me smile and feel such peace and happiness even in the throes of realizing I’ve doomed you for life.
After talking to several dear mom friends, a Shippmate, and my own parents, too, I decided that this appointment WAS pivotal– just not for quite the reason I envisioned it being so.
The whole experience (that your dad and I are now laughing about as I type this) was pivotal because it taught me something pretty big.
NO ONE knows how to raise you and love you better than your dad and I do.
No manual, no pediatrician, no awesome mom friend of mine knows you like we do.
So while asking advice is good and fine, it also has to be taken with the hugest grain of salt, because you- my dear June Harbor Shippy- are OUR daughter. In 7 months, you’ve barely been out of my sight. I know you so well. I know your sleep history and your abilities and your reactions and your expressions and everything about the wonderful that is you.
One doctor telling me you are “ruined” and going to rebel against me as a teenager doesn’t get to stress me out (anymore lol) because that’s one (stupid) opinion.
I get to listen to many theories and ideas and methods for sleep training and pick out one that is especially made and tailored just for you.
Which is exactly what we did.
And oh my goodness, June. You’ve done incredible. No, better than incredible– you’ve literally transitioned to that crib in your own room with sweet perfection.
That first night home from that appointment, the doctor had said to put you straight in the crib and let you cry all night if you did so.
“She may even puke from crying so much, but DO NOT go in there.”
Ummm, yeah. That was about the last thing I was going to actually do.
In fact, after that annoying and stressful of a day, I decided nothing was changing that night.
You slept right by your mama.
Over the course of the next few days, we devised a plan. It involved a beautiful new pink sheet for your mattress, this awesome Soother waterfall machine thing for your crib recommended by the Meyer kiddos, a video monitor so generously on loan from the Bartees, and your mama’s own plan involving some major baby steps.
Meaning no way was I just throwing you to the wolves in that room and bed by yourself for the whole night.
We took baby steps with naps.
This is the time to confess that for the 6 months of your life, I never really had you “nap.” Ahhhh. Sure, you’d fall asleep at some point- usually in my arms or maybe a swing, but it wasn’t regular or for very long.
And I don’t know if it was the fact we had this crib set up or that I heard friends with babies talk about this thing called Nap Time or just that around 6 months, you decided you were ready for some serious rest in the middle of your day, but all of the sudden, I became so aware of these little cues you’d give me that nearly said: “Yo Mom- I’m tired- can I go to my crib now?”
So in you’d go. And June, you LOVE that waterfall thing so much that I would watch you SMILE to sleep.
Quickly naps became so easy and natural that we put you to bed in your crib.
Did you sleep all night there without a single noise or cry?
Nah. The first few nights you would sleep a few hours and then cry, and I would go and get you and bring you back to bed with me. Which for the record was ABSOLUTELY against anything I was “supposed to” do lol. But it’s what we did.
And guess what?
Eventually your time in the crib by yourself started increasing.
Not even a month into our new routine you were sleeping ALL night by yourself in your crib.
With no traumatic experience. No big tears. And absolutely no crying until you puked!!!
It’s all I can do but to smile– and sometimes cry the most proud of tears– when I watch you sleep in that beautiful crib, June.
I will look at your dad and regularly exclaim, “I mean– can you believe it? She’s done SO good. She’s an expert crib sleeper! WHY DID I FEAR THIS SO MUCH!?”
And he normally just laughs at me.
But then agrees that we’ve never seen someone sleep so beautifully.
(Slight side note: I also often say that your future brothers and sisters will be introduced to a crib MUCH sooner lol.)
Ah man, we’re already 1845 words in and I haven’t even got to anything you’ve done this month besides sleep! Don’t get me wrong, the sleep thing was definitely a big part of your seventh month of life, but I wanted to tell you so many other things, too.
This is the problem– you are just changing and learning too fast for me to even begin to be able to keep up with, Juners!
I HAVE to touch on two big events this month though– if just with a few pictures!
You were part of a very special celebration for your Grandpa when we all went back to Columbia for Courtside Traditions where Grandpa was honored for taking the Wellington Tigers to the Final Four 20 years ago! You and Roman were so excited you even had shirts made for your favorite coach.
While holding June tonight talking to The Shippmate, we were declaring aloud to each other just how special and wonderful she is lol. Then I looked at her and said, “And sometimes, I still just can’t help but be so happy you’re a girl, Junie. I just needed you to be a girl.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, the weird mental annual calendar portion of my brain started ticking, and I looked across the table at Ryan and exclaimed: “I THINK WE FOUND OUT SHE WAS A GIRL A YEAR AGO TODAY!!!”
Went back and did some digging, and sure enough– I was right.
One year ago today, I had no idea exactly how tickled pink I would be with my firstborn girl.
That was the absolute best. cake. ever.
You’re 6 months old, my beautiful baby girl.
And I don’t know if something in you just clicked and said, “Hey- I’m 6 months now,” but you’ve started really being a champ and just putting yourself to sleep at bedtime and naps.
You get a little irritable when you’re tired (which seems pretty reasonable to me lol) and then we take you in to your swing, buckle you in, give you your little rabbit and blanket that you grab like snuggling were an Olympic sport, and you put your little head to the side and doze right off.
It’s so crazy precious that I then find myself just standing there staring at you for awhile.
Or on the day of your 6 month birthday maybe standing there staring at you and crying for awhile.
Man. It’s just unreal, June. I just feel this indescribable bond with you that I can’t quite imagine I’ll ever be able to feel with any other Shippmate baby to come. You and I have just came so far. We figured out breastfeeding together, Bug. Mastitis and all– that was no easy feat and it’s this favorite most sacred time I am so honored to share with you now. You’ve been every first of mine and I just love you this horribly painful amount.
Whew, I’m a crying mess, and we are just 221 words in– I’ve got to pull myself together, because I’ve got things to tell you!
Okay, let’s just jump right in to the many, many new things you’re doing and rocking at daily.
1. ROLLING and then rolling some more. And then once more.
Okay, so true confession here that I kind of never put you down for those first few months. Like we would go to your Grammy and Grandpa’s house and they would put you on the floor to play and no lie- you’d look around like, “The floor? What is this thing?!”
You basically resided in my arms 24/7 at home, which was awesome, but also meant babies your same age in my newsfeed were allegedly rolling over and you’re just all smiles in my arms all of the time. This was the first of many realizations I would have that comparing babies is foolish. So you didn’t roll at 2 months. Eh- you’ll probably roll your Rs faster than the kid that did one day in Spanish class. And the truth is it just doesn’t matter.
BUT at the time I felt a little bad about having never put you down and hoped your rolling days weren’t doomed due to my constant cuddling with you lol.
Which now I get to laugh about daily, because girlfriend- you can ROLL! As in you start on one end of the blanket and about a minute later you’re all the way across the floor trying to grab something. It’s incredible to watch you move about all over the place via your favorite mode of transportation: ROLLING. With your homies. (Clueless flashbacks, anyone?)
2. You’re not just rolling though, dear Juniper Harbor Shipperific. You are also TALKING.
As in actual “ba-ba” and “da-da” and squeals that bring us such delight.
It’s so crazy how one day you were blowing raspberries non-stop and the next BAM! We’ve got words a happening!
Everytime we’re out (and we’re often out lol) and people hear you saying “da-da,” they’re always quick to say, “Say ‘ma-ma’– it’s so unfair how they don’t say that first.”
And while I get their sentiment, I actually am zero percent bothered by the “da-da” babble.
For one, you have no idea what you’re saying or who it means– you’re just figuring out sound and that you can make it happen. And even if you were knowing you were talking to your daddy, I would be okay with that, too. Your daddy does a whole lot for you, and watching him take care and love you has made ME love that Shippmate even more. He’s remarkable, June.
3. It’s no wonder you started talking so soon, because you’ve been doing some intense research the past couple of months! You literally would (and still do) just study people’s mouths as if you’re so insanely curious how they’re making those sounds come out. I don’t know how many people have held you and will try to tell a story and then have to stop and laugh, because it’s so distracting the way you just stare and study their lips moving!
4. This past month has really shown a very sincere acknowledgement of you knowing your mama! So, if we get to life group or a dinner with a lot of people or anywhere new, you formerly would just let anyone hold you and be happy as could be. But now, you get a little bit of stranger anxiety and need to start in my arms before moving on to the many other people in a room that want to get their hands on you. As if it needs said, but I kind of love it.
This new realization of our sweet bond also can result in you getting a little annoyed/upset if I walk by you and don’t give you some love! A couple of mornings ago, you and your daddy were playing in the living room, and I had been getting ready and then walked into the living room to grab my shoes and didn’t stop and kiss you or hug you, and you let me know that was not acceptable! After a little kiss and a hug, you were all smiles again to have me go on my way. You already are familiar with what you want and vocal about it, and I love you for it.
5. Speaking of being vocal, oh my Junebug. Let me tell you about a recent adventure Grammy and I were on with you and your favorite cousin, Roman Henry. Oh goodness. So Aunt Bailey had some errands to run, so Mom/Grammy was watching Roman, and we were meeting the two of them in Higginsville to go to lunch. So, you’d been in the car with me and Grammy for a good 20 minutes and happy as can be, but oh girlfriend- when we put Roman in Grammy’s backseat with you, you were just not having that. The poor little feller was just trying to talk to you (and seriously- in the sweetest and softest little voice) and you were not only unwilling to talk, but kept crying EVERY TIME he tried! It was hilarious for the first few miles annnnd then a little less funny when you did it all the rest of the day lol.
6. I’m going to make this nice and neat for your SIXTH month letter by ending it on point number SIX with a re-cap of your first Valentine’s Day! It was a pretty sweet Valentine’s Day that set the bar pretty high for future February 14ths to come.
So, I had wanted to get my nails done for my Valentine date with The Shippmate, so I asked your MeMaw if she wanted to come hang out with you for a bit while I did that. This started your Valentine’s Day with some love from a grandma and allowed me to get some very Valentine nails.
My Shippmate and your daddy knows how to spoil his girls. The tiny little vase and the huge gesture from your dad truly brought me to tears.
Before I could wipe away such grateful tears, your very own chauffeur came to pick you up for your very first Valentine’s Day party! Your Grammy and Grandpa had emailed us and Uncle Atticus and Aunt Bailey earlier that week explaining they would be hosting a Valentine’s Party for Roman and June and the parents had to go have a nice date! There was no arguing from anyone on that sweet deal, and Grandpa and you were off and away!
Your daddy had planned such a fun night for me and him of painting pottery! We had a wonderful evening together, and I was able to truly just relax and enjoy a night with my Shippmate knowing you were so happy at your party.
We sent a bottle that I had pumped, and Junebug- you were so busy with all of your toys and friends (Roman Henry, Grammy, Grandpa, Bobby, and Dee) that you didn’t even cry/fuss/make a peep for food at all!? Your dad and I could NOT believe it when we got to the party, and Grammy and Grandpa reported that you’d gone 4 hours happy as a lark without a single worry or care in the world! Clearly, it was a win of a party.
Oh, and let me not forget the part of the party where you and your cuz both thought ahead to bring each other Valentines! (No, but seriously- Aunt Bay nor I talked about this, but both had you two all hooked up!)
There is no doubt about it– you, my baby girl, are loved by many.
But most of all, by your mama.
So, here’s the thing–
My parents and their friends just returned from a fabulous cruise where they basked in the warm Mexico sun daily. My sister also just returned from one of my all-time favorite vaca spots in Tybee Island.
Everyone is flying home with tans, and I’m sitting here on my couch with two pairs of socks on eating stellar homemade chocolate chip cookies my husband keeps making because that’s what we do in the winter. We make and eat cookies. We’re really adventurous and goal-oriented like that– don’t be intimidated.
Everyone being somewhere warm has me craving the days of summer where I eat less cookies and spend my days in less socks and more swimwear.
I’ve barely been able to talk to The Parents to hear about their trip yet, but in the brief phone call from the airport, my mom mentioned how incredible the weather was and how she adored being in the sun every minute of it (just like I would) but my dad wasn’t quite as enthused about non-stop sun exposure.
Which very much reminded me of my Shippmate.
And thus, I had to just rub salt in the winter wound of my non-traveling frigid self by revisiting a Facebook album of a trip Ryan and I took a couple of years ago.
In this album, I truly captured the epitome of our differing levels of love and adoration for the beach/sun.
Let me share this contrast captured with you.
This is how I feel about the beach. I truly always have to literally jump for joy that I’m there:
I need to frame this picture just to give myself a good laugh every time I see it.
Long sleeves. The towel so wonderfully wrapped around him to further avoid any exposed skin. And his face! Those squinty eyes that scream: I WANT TO GO ON A SKI TRIP.
I could lay for hours upon hours upon more hours in the sun.
The possibilities are truly endless.
And my Shippmate?
I can’t wait to drag him on another beach trip soon.
I know you haven’t got back to me about my suggestion for moving Mother’s Day to a weekend that isn’t full of graduation parties and baccalaureate services and everything else that distracts from celebrating the moms of the world, but yet- I have to bring to you another plea.
This time we’re talking about Valentine’s Day.
February 14th is just not practical.
Let me explain the thought process that came about while I was shaving my legs and planning my Valentine’s night outfit.
(Yes, I plan outfits 24 hours in advance. I can’t imagine a committee that is completely focused on the calendar could see anything odd about this.)
So I was thinking about to wear, and I found myself in the same predicament I find myself in every February 13th.
It’s just hard to dress sexy in February.
The temperatures don’t make it practical or attractive even.
Let me be most organized with my plea in a good list of why Valentine’s Day really doesn’t belong in February:
1. Dressing up in February is so tricky. Dresses need tights or leggings and most of these combos are cute but not the Valentine’s Day WOW we’re really going for.
2. There is generally snow or ice out which unless you want to literally be falling in love, prohibits any kind of heel or dressy boots.
3. By the 14th of February, we’ve all had a good one, two, or twenty two snow days in which we probably ate an entire (family size) bag of chips in one sitting. No one is looking their best in February. And nor would we want to- it’s a grand time to carry a little extra warmth around. THOSE SWEET POTATO CHIPS ARE WORTH IT.
4. Speaking of not looking our best, seriously– is anyone’s skin feeling sexy and flawless after the heaters and cold have sucked the life right out of it– highlighting eczema and psoriasis and all?! No way.
5. I was going to make a point about everyone is pale, but I actually have recently found myself truly loving my pale skin and finally realizing my Nanny was right when she tried to convince me pale was the new tan. So I won’t make that my final point, but for other people that haven’t came to my pale appreciation, you could argue that Valentine’s Day might be better suited in a month when our skin is more bronze than fluorescent.
This is why I’m thinking a good move to June would solve all of our issues:
1. Layers of dresses and tights and scarves would be replaced with flowy, sweet sundresses.
2. WITH STRAPPY SEXY SANDALS. Or heels! Or you could go barefoot if you’re the freespirit on The Bachelor and you so desire.
3. Everyone is more fit and slimmer in the summer. Instead of being snowed in with your sweet potato chips, you’re poolside with friends.
4. AH MY SUMMER SKIN. It’s neither dry nor flaky but just glowing and all that you’d want your Valentine skin to be.
5. Being tan on Valentine’s day could be cool. But I’m still remaining true to my pale appreciation in the winter months and my quest for my skin tones to be seasonally appropriate. Snow white in February and golden brown in June.
OH OH OH- let me not leave out that the planning of fun dates would be endlessly more epic in the summer than the frigid of February.
I can’t even imagine how you’d have any reason to do anything at this point but thank me for this obvious switch and make it happen for 2015.
I’ve even found a nice and tidy switch for you– and it’s already on the 14th, too, so it’s just perfect. Flag Day!
Flags would LOVE to be honored in February.
Coming to 2015 calendars near you:
FLAG DAY- FEBRUARY 14th and VALENTINE’S DAY- JUNE 14th
Thank you and you’re welcome.
My dearest June,
You’re five months old. I don’t even know how this has already happened, because just yesterday your daddy and I were en route to Uncle Atticus and Aunt Bailey’s for me to labor awhile before making our way to the hospital.
And then I blinked and it’s January 24th.
I’ve really got to stop blinking already.
But here we are– another month older.
And so sadly, Mama’s MacBook Pro crashed to a very sad death of a hard drive. There was a minute in the whole month long catastrophe that your daddy was very fearful every picture I’d taken in the last year was gone (as in pictures of the your birth and every picture that has been taken of you) and I kind of wanted to cry but held it together long enough to find out YOUR DAD IS A ROCKSTAR AND RECOVERED IT ALL.
It’s one of the many, many things about your daddy that I adore– the man can fix anything. It’s the best.
However, the whole process left Mama without a computer and all of my pictures for a month, so I had to get creative with this month’s letter.
Enter the idea to give you your own personal tour of your nursery!
It’s my favorite room in all of our home, and preparing it for you while I was pregnant was such a special time and with each picture hung and personal and sentimental piece placed, my heart became more and more ready for your arrival.
I want to remember always the special of each tiny little touch of the room, so come on in, and let’s look around!
When opening your door (which is always shut due to a Mr. Gatsby and a Mr. Gaiser), this is what you’ll see first…
Your awesome crib is from Grammy and Grandpa, and the beautiful handsewn quilt hanging on the sweet crib was made just for you by your Great-Grandma Wanda. I had such a precious time picking out the quilt pieces, fabric, and design with GGW and your Grammy, and it could not have turned out more perfect. I daily think of how special it is and how much it means to me and one day will mean to you, too!
And these guys– these sweeter than sweet REAL photos of baby animals are just my favorite, June. Oh, I adore them so.
I found them online very early on in the pregnancy and your daddy and I just both knew they were just for June’s own little jungle!
Your great-grandpa Bobby was so kind to buy those for you, and we just won’t even go into how much they may or may not have cost lol. Let’s just say– we all love you VERY much, annnnnd those baby animals will grow up with you! Hahahaha.
OH! And they obviously didn’t just get up on that wall perfectly straight and wonderful all by themselves. Your Grammy and Grandpa were the utmost careful in helping me frame and hang them with such precision and care. It was a hot summer day when the three of us worked on it– lots of laughs, lots of fun, and a whole lot of anticipation for you to be here to see them.
(And your Grandpa was nearly sure you’d be scared of the baby monkey, because he found that little guy quite a fright! I, on the other hand, love him!)
I made the Dream Big Little One sign for you, because dreaming big is something very important to your mama, so I’ve got to teach you this from the start!
The cute very nautical boat was a shower gift from your Great Aunt Debbie and cousins Shelly, Kevin, Keagan, Logan, Donielle, Bryan, and Adi Morgan! It was perfect for a shelf in your nursery.
Your shelf holds several special items:
top shelf: that anchor compass was a special gift your Grandpa brought you back from his Gettysburg/Civil War trip with Uncle Atticus
middle shelf: that sweet frame with our favorite ultrasound pic of you was a precious gift from Suzie Moore and the little Lenox elephant was your 1st ornament from Bobby this year who has so sweetly continued Nanny’s tradition
bottom shelf: the piggy bank (with actual money in it) was such a clever gift from Adi Morgan who had a lemonade stand just to make some money to give you and the cat was from your good friend Harrison Meyer (he understands and shares our appreciation and love for furry feline friends)
That pretty in pink shelf just makes me giddy when I see it, because your Grammy and Grandpa found that little gem at the Brass Armadillo and it truly completed your nursery! It added just the right touch of feminine and pretty– I love it.
Your Great-Aunt Lori made the Baby Girl Shippmate sign for you in the bottom of the shelf, our dear friend Erin Montgomery made you the crazy adorable Junebug sign, and the little keepsake box behind it is all kinds of darling and from my all-time profesora favorita, Senora Ogle.
And a complete random little fact, but I like keeping your blue nose suction thing and your pink clippers in the little box next to your wipes, because it keeps in color coordination with our pink and blue throughout the room. You’ll learn to know I’m a bit crazy, and if you’re lucky, you’ll be just as wonderfully weird as me one day.
Those fun curtains were also made just for you by your Great-Grandma Wanda. She’s so crafty and talented and truly just everything you’d want your grandma to be.
Grammy and Grandpa gave you the changing table from dear Tar-Jay, and I couldn’t love it more. Well, I picked it out, but they gave us the money for it.
If you’re wondering if your dad or I purchased anything for this room, the answer is not really lol. No, we did do a few of the things, but we’re so blessed with family and friends that really helped make this room what it is– special JUST FOR JUNE!
Even the walls are special, as we really weren’t supposed to get to paint in our duplex, but your Papa Shippy and great-aunts were so kind to let us do so, and your Papa even painted the room for you!
The Diaper Genie was a very generous hand-me-down from Adi Morgan, and that very vintage and cool mirror was your Halloween treat from Grammy. She said since she couldn’t do candy this year, she’d give you a treat for your room and I had already had my eye on this beauty at Hobby Lobby. It goes wonderfully with your room.
This wall is very special to me, as it holds the legacy of your name, June.
Pictured on the far left is your Great-Great Grandma Me-Me who was born on June 12, 1913, then next is your Great-Grandma Nanny who was born on June 28, 1936, and then finally you can see picture of your daddy and I on our wedding day which was June 25, 2010.
I can’t tell you how precious it is to have my Me-Me and Nanny (both grandmas that were the nearest and dearest to my heart) not just in your room with me always, but also so perfectly forever tied to the legacy and beautiful of your name.
Your closet! With a whole lot of hand-me-downs from Lila and Adi Morgan, some spoiling from Grammy, some shower gifts, and maybe one shirt that I bought you for Christmas lol.
And see that Granddaughter sign above your closet? That’s a very Zeke Braverman gift from your grandpa. While I was pregnant with you, every month Grammy and Grandpa would give us a gift on the 20th to celebrate each month of the pregnancy, as you were due on August 20th. Grandpa was in charge of the gift this particular month and had that sign made for you, because our favorite television grandpa (Zeke) calls his granddaughter “Granddaughter,” and my dad plans to pass on that cuteness to you. I love it.
This pink basket that Amy gave me at your shower she had for you has become our laundry basket for you.
I had to take a closer shot of it, because that little yellow tag I keep on it is the badge your Aunt Bailey wore to be back in the delivery room where you were born. I think of the joy of your birth day every time I see it.
Cara Riekhof gave you this Baby Einstein playmat, and it’s become our morning ritual for you to have some quiet time by yourself on this little mat after your first feeding. You LOVE the light up part on it, and now enjoy rolling over on it, too!
I found this bookshelf on Craigslist and somewhat underestimated the real estate we’d need for your very growing library! Your Great-Aunt Janet gave you that cute owl bookend from Pottery Barn, and there is actually another one that got the boot as we received more and more books for you! The reader in your mama is more than happy with the fact we have more books than shelf space.
On that top shelf is a letter I wrote to you while we were pregnant and put it between 6 month pictures of me and your daddy. When people come over, they always love to look at little Ryan and little Erica and see the different attributes found in little YOU!
That cool giraffe was a gift from Aunt Bailey, when she saw your animal themed nursery. Unlike your big tall giraffe from Grammy and Grandpa, this one is not from a toy store, but actually from Africa. Aunt Bailey is pretty legit like that.
And the J is a piece I just fell in love with and got when all of the world only knew you as Baby J, because your daddy wanted to keep your name a secret until he met you!
Whew, that was quite the tour.
As you can see, your room came together with a lot of help and generosity from friends and family, but most of all with a whole lot of love from all of us who knew a baby as special as our Junie needed a room full of wonderful.
This last picture shows your glider (remind me to tell you the funny Craigslist story about that adventure with your Uncle Atticus and someone who tried to see me a glider that didn’t glide lol) and your favorite bouncy seat from Vicky with your really cool little singing bird from Great-Aunt Susan and Great-Uncle Hal on your crib.
This tour took so long that it’s now bedtime, and one last little fact for you about your room is that every night after you’re long asleep– and dreaming big, little one– I go in your room and tidy it all up just perfect so we can start our next day right.
And as I walk out of that room, I always stop for a second and just admire the beauty of it.
Only the best for you, Junebug.
Happy 5 months, and I couldn’t love you more.
In some sort of weird turn of events, we’ve been eating at home more lately and hadn’t been to a sit down kind of restaurant in awhile.
So strange, I know.
But anyway, due to this normalcy that has become eating at home, I guess I kind of forgot the manners of fine dining.
I’m honestly not sure at which point I embarrassed The Shippmate more tonight:
(A) When I tried to use my shirt as a nursing cover and well… fell short of my projected goal.
(B) When I was still hungry after my meal and decided to order almost the entire thing again.
(C) Then when the teenage boy waiter looked so confused by this that I proceeded to give him a mini lesson on the breastfeeding mother and her diet and appetite.
(D) Or last, but absolutely not least, when Ry was going to the bathroom and I asked (a little too loud maybe) across the restaurant: “HOW LONG DO YOU THINK YOU MIGHT BE IN THERE?”
Bahahahahahaha. It might be our last night out for awhile.
But it was worth every laugh.
And every bite that I got to experience with both of my meals.
I’ve heard of this thing called Writer’s Block.
I have no experience with such a thing and literally wish I knew what that kind of feeling might be like. The idea of sitting in front of my computer just wishing for something to write about or not sure how to start or what to expand on… it’s as foreign to me as the idea of telling someone- “just order me what you’re getting- I don’t have a preference.”
I always have a preference.
But seriously- Writer’s Block. Is that even a real thing? I don’t know. I wish I did actually.
At any given time, I have at least five blogs drafted in my head and a slight anxiety knowing 3 of the 5 will never make it here.
I just had to pause and calm myself down for admitting that out loud (or whatever the form of “out loud” is in the written blog kind of form) because I despise the fact there are so many things I want to have written that haven’t made it here.
So imagine my fury when life hands me the best and most blogworthy moments, ie: having a baby, but the Catch 22 of it all is this– the best of times, the ones you just hate not to write about or process on your trusty lap top, those dear times often happen to be the busiest. The most challenging to pull away from your smiling and coo-ing baby to get to the computer to write.
I remember so vividly being on our NYC honeymoon and just having a bit of a breakdown. As in ugly tears in our sweet Doubletree Hotel Room after our first Broadway show kind of breakdown.
The cause for such tears?
TOO MANY AWESOME THINGS WERE HAPPENING/HAD JUST HAPPENED (ie: our fairy tale of a wedding alone) AND I HAD NO TIME TO WRITE ABOUT THEM AND STORE THEM IN THE WRITTEN FORM FOREVER
This is stressful business for a sentimental dear like myself.
I remember Ryan looking at me with such sincere (and probably secretly freaked out wondering what he just married into) eyes and telling me if I wanted, I could just take a break and get on my lap top and type some stuff out.
God bless that Shippmate. I love him so.
Anyway, I’m rambling and the point of this blog is to say I have so much more to say, and I had big plans to get some very important blogs done and documented and was actually right in the middle of one of them last Tuesday (not yesterday but like a week ago yesterday) when my darn computer decided to crash. Which didn’t even stress me out, because my husband can fix anything.
I’m not even exaggerating. I had NO CLUE when I said “I do” to that Shippmate of a looker that I was also marrying Tim The Tool Man Taylor, except a version of him that can ACTUALLY fix things. So I guess Al Borland. But with Tim’s rugged good looks. (Okay, so yes- I’ve always had a crush on Tim Allen. It’s out there.)
As I was saying, Ryan– he’s amazing at fixing everything that is broken, and it’s this incredible bonus of a deal I got in marrying him because naive little ol’ me had no idea this was one of his awesome characteristics prior to the first thing breaking when we were married.
So when the computer crashed, I knew he would be able to fix it.
And he is, but it’s taking longer because of the complexity of the crash my dear lap top was in, so I’m looking at 3 weeks with no computer and/or pictures when I’ve been dying to work on my blog.
Fun how that worked out, huh?
But in the meantime, I’m going to list out blogs I hope make the cut from their drafted form in my mind to this Dyer-E here on the world wide web:
June’s Birth Story
Naming June Harbor Shippy
Pictures of June’s nursery
Things I wish I knew before having a newborn
Forgiveness in its 4 year old brother kind of form
Okay, that can all happen. I can do it.
Sometimes you just have to give yourself a little pep talk.
And excuse the intense ramble of this post— I’m trying to write from my phone, and it’s seriously the artist’s version of trying to create from their Etch-a-Sketch, but with one knob broken, because oh yes- my phone is also about one nod away from crashing to its own forever death.
It’s been a rough week in the life of our Apple appliances around here.
Who knows– I might just dig out the old fashioned pen and paper and bypass Writer’s Block for its dear and painful cousin, Writer’s Cramp.
Hopefully I’ll be seeing you all here sooner rather than later.
It was a good year for June Harbor Shippy.
She made not one, not two, but three Christmas cards.
I figured this was worthy of documenting, so here are her three Christmas 2013 card debuts.
In the event you’re wondering, she might be available for your 2014 card, but for a small fee. Because we were working with grandparents for our 2013 contracts, we cut them a pretty sweet deal, but I can’t just guarantee that kind of discount for everyone.
Inquire within for more information.
Okay, moving on now.
Card #1 is June’s MeMaw and PaPa’s card. She actually appears on this card alone three times, including an en utero shot at her aunt’s graduation.
Junie’s MeMaw text me to make sure I would be okay with a picture just hours after I had been in labor all day being the Christmas card, and so I suggested a collage to make that pic a little smaller. ;) Hahahaha. But no, that actually worked out wonderful, because then June’s MeMaw and I had a really sweet time working on this card together, and I love the way it turned out!
And that Junebug’s BFF Raquel made the Christmas card.
They love reading to their grandbabies, and Grammy had looked forward to reading them this very story long before they were born, so I love that the moment made their card!
Card #3 would be The Shippmate Family card!
This year we sent the letter with Away in the Manger as our ever-so-pertinent hymn.
Here’s our letter– straight from my keyboard to you, but first– a couple of outtakes from our Christmas card shoot at Grandma Wanda’s.
It seems like anything that I could say about our last year would be an understatement.
An understatement of the magnitude of blessing we’ve felt from The Lord.
Literally one year ago to the day (as I’m typing this) I saw a positive sign on a pregnancy test and could not believe my eyes. I cried with joy, thanked Jesus, ordered my Shippmate a pizza that had DAD spelled out in pepperonis, and thus began our year.
A year that would very much be overcome with the birth of a baby.
Thus it only seemed fitting that our card this year would reflect the heart of our year in a very Christmas appropriate kind of way.
And who am I kidding? I’ve longed to be Mary in a live nativity since about forever. I even married a man that can grow a Joseph-like beard in a day. I’ve been perplexed all 4 years we’ve been married how people weren’t begging at our door to recruit us for their live nativity, but clearly– this year’s card will have people sending bids for next year.
But seriously– this birth of a baby. It’s an event like none other. We spent January until August in conversation about our baby, in preparation for a room, in education with our fellow Bradley classmates, in celebration with friends and family… it was 9 months of anticipation and excitement.
And then, she came. Fashionably late and on the only day in a month’s time that our doctor, doula, and birth photographer were all three unavailable.
My June already had a very clear mind of her very own, and I told Ryan en route to the hospital I couldn’t wait to tell her this sweet fact on her many birthdays to come.
Labor, oh sweet natural Bradley method kind of labor. It was the single most difficult thing I’ve ever done.
And when I say I’VE ever done, I mean WE have ever done, because Ryan was so very involved in the entire process. I’ve never in my life felt as loved by anyone as I did looking into his eyes as he loved me through labor.
With June’s arrival into our arms and lives at 2:21 that Saturday afternoon, we were suddenly introduced to a love we never knew possible.
A love that has my heart seeing Christmas a little different this year.
I’ve always adored this season and the focus surrounding the birth of Christ, but any mom can tell you– after you’ve given birth, you realize how birthdays are questionably more special to the mama than the kiddo.
And with that realization, my heart has been very fixed on our Heavenly Father this Christmas season. A Father that allowed His one and only Son to be born—in a lowly manger—knowing He would then die on a cross.
It’s incomprehensible for me to fathom God’s sacrificial love for us through His Son. I will drive two blocks out of my way to avoid the sun being in my June’s eyes, because the thought of her being in pain kills me inside.
And yet, here is a story of my God that allows His Son to die the most painful and shameful death—for my sins—so that I might have eternal life.
I’ve had many a conversation with God since June’s arrival in August, and each of them begin with such a humble and sincere whisper of a thank you. Often through grateful tears.
You’ll be reminded this Christmas season to “remember the reason for the season,” and I hope you do. I hope you celebrate the birth of a King in such a big way.
But as a mama of a newborn babe, I encourage you to remember the wonder and love of our God that He would send His one and only Son to die for our sins.
“For God so loved the world that He gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him.”