The Tale of the Sting


Over the past week we have been to park almost every day. Somehow, outside in the 90 degree heat is cooler then inside my house and it gives M a chance to run free. Also, I’ve mentioned before that I could not make it through my days without M’s friends and their mamas. We have had little pals with us at the park every day keeping us company and damn it’s cute to watch these kids play.

And I could blab on and on about how it’s so great to spend our time outside but really I’m getting to the point of when it was just tragic to be at the park. This tale is from Friday afternoon and I have no pictures of it as who can document in the middle of panic but these nice happy pics from the last few days will do.

And the tragedy unfolds like this; M and I had a day with no plans and were planning to just get errands done and tidy up the house etc but little fussy pants was in a mood that required some time to let energy out and run around so I took her to the nearest little beach park. We ran around on the beach, we frolicked in the water, we played a little ‘soccer’ with a new friend and right before it was time to go, I decided I couldn’t let a nice day pass without adding a little fat kid time in. So, we hustled off and grabbed some sorbet, planted our happy butts down under a tree and started slurping our treat down.

Then it happened. A bee made an unusually loud appearance buzzing around us as madly as he could. Now that I think about it he apparently wasn’t happy about our choice in seating areas or wanted a taste of our sorbet. I gave him a little shew and yet he stayed. He buzzed around a bit while we ignored him and continued eating until M let out a giant shrill and started rubbing her face with a vengeance. Turns out that crazy, manic bee had landed on her eyebrow and decided to give her a sting!

I reached down, grabbed her , vacated all of our belonging and started running. We ran through the park like crazies. M crying in my arms, me shewing and flailing about until I got stung as well and the bee moved on to the lunch the people next to us had brought.

I mean really. What a bastard. Just sting a baby in the face, make me leave my sorbet behind marking the scene of the crime and move on to annoy some other park dwellers who are minding their own business.

Turns out, M’s a real trooper. Her eye was all red and swollen for a little while and into the next day a bit but she got over it quickly and the biggest scar is my newfound fear and hatred of bees.

Oh and if your wondering, my arm is ok too.

Enjoy! Melissa

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Memorial Day Weekend


Happy Tuesday after Memorial Day Weekend! Isn’t there just something about a long weekend that makes Tuesday feel so refreshed and special? It’s like after all your running around, you actually got a moment to rest and breathe.

So, thank you Memorial Day Weekend for a little time to spend with my family, just spending!

We did our share of running around. We ran a 5K together, quickly made an Ikea stop, sold my little car and updated to a mom vehicle, ate some yummy food truck goodness, attended one of M’s best little friends birthday parties, ran errands and watched 3 whole movies. I would say that’s a total success for a stay-cation. More on some of this later but for now, I’m still basking in the moments we got to play together.

And, check out this saucer swing. Amazing, right? M didn’t know what hit her with this crazy contraption and, I couldn’t let her have all the fun so I jumped on too.

Enjoy! Melissa






5 Minute M || At The Park


We had a little park lunch date with our friend Kelly and her little one B a few days ago. We both hurried to fit it into our schedules before the rain and clouds came back for the rest of the week {is it weird that I have been enjoying them?} and were both dying for a Jimmy John’s tuna sandwich {yes, we’re gross!}! So, to the park we went, lunch in hand with our littles. M was, of course, on the move the entire time. These pictures, all taken in 5 minutes, show how I chased her around between bites and chatting. Who needs a gym when you have a toddler??

Enjoy! Melissa





My Favorite Age

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When Little M was born people kept telling me that the magic baby age was 3 months. That all the sleepless nights would disappear and the interaction with Little M would be so awesome you would melt. But, for me that age came at about 6 months and since then every age|month has been my favorite. Once she could sit up and really play, smile and laugh {The laugh. Baby laughs really do melt the heart.} I just couldn’t get enough of her.

{A small dose of reality: This is all between crying, diaper changing and whining. Those are not my favorite at any age.}

She’s 10 months now and again, it’s my favorite age. You can actually go to the park and play with her. She loves the slide and climbing on the toys. No monkey bars yet but we will work on those! One day, at my favorite age.

Enjoy! Melissa

A Sun Celebration

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OK Whatever So Cal peeps. We live in Seattle. When the sun comes out in February, you celebrate! Not that it was warm or anything but the sun did finally show it’s face for one whole day here. It was glorious. Little M, Sadie and I (sorry Jackson, you are just too big for some adventures) went to the little park across the street to celebrate. Of course, we had to layer up first.  {Side Note: M’s North Face fleece bunting has been the most amazing thing this winter. If you live somewhere chilly, I totally recommend one. Less fighting when you zip her than a jacket and it’s full body warmth.}  We also had to lay down multiple layers of towels so the damp grass wouldn’t soak us. But none the less, we sat outside for a full hour, soaked up the sun and ate chopped up mango and avocado. M even got some in her mouth and shared lots with Sadie. It’s the little things folks, if the suns out celebrate it!

Enjoy! Melissa