Thursday, January 17, 2013

Adventures in cloth diapering



I’m sure half the people who actually take the time to read our little blog here currently have their jaws on the floor just by the title of this post.  I know what you’re thinking: “CLOTH diapers? Are you f*&king insane?!”  I know so many of you are thinking it, because a large majority of the people I’ve made this admission to say it to my face.  Oh, there has been some SERIOUS judgment about this decision to use cloth diapers, even from my family and closest friends – you know who you are! Honestly you’d think we were suggesting we were going to be raising our baby on a hippie commune the way people would react! Its fine, I forgive you.  You probably just had my best interests in mind.  :-)

While I was pregnant and it would come up in conversation that we intended to use cloth diapers, the general reaction I would get was shock and horror – but also a lot of condescension.  The knowing, seasoned mothers quietly rolling their eyes and smirking at the inexperienced, naive soon-to-be first time mother’s ridiculous assumption that she would have the time or patience for such a silly endeavor.  I mean, as much as I hated it, I get it.  I GET why people have that reaction.  But cloth diapers aren’t what you think they are!  Trust me.



When disposable diapers are SO easy and so accessible, WHY would anyone in their right mind voluntarily regress to a practice that was the only option 50 years ago?  Well, here are a few of our reasons:

1) Cloth diapering of today is NOT cloth diapering of 50 years ago!  I’m not using a terry cloth dishtowel and a safety pin.  What I’m using are these “all-in-one” cloth diapers that have convenient snaps, elastic around the legs, and are lined with super absorbent materials.  They also have snaps so you can fold down the front until the umbilical falls off. They also are available in a wide variety of super cute colors and patterns!  Bonus!  Since I’m breastfeeding, and the stools are organic, I can just toss them into the washing machine dirty. When I start solid foods, and will need to dump the poo into the toilet first I have a diaper sprayer hooked up to the toilet to make it easier. (By the way, you are TECHNICALLY supposed to discard poo into the toilet even with disposable diapers…)  There are a few things to keep in mind - you are not supposed to use bleach, fabric softener or the sanitary cycle and you are supposed to use little detergent. And because I have a front-loading washer (that uses very little water) I have to do a quick pre-wash without a spin cycle to saturate them before running the actual wash.  This is because they are so absorbent, that the small amount of water that a front loading machine will inject into the drum will just get absorbed and the diapers won’t be sloshed around in a volume of water while they wash, but just bounce around the inside a mostly dry machine.  This doesn’t wash them very well, obviously. But as long as you keep those things in mind, you get lovely, clean, absorbent diapers that don’t leak or cause diaper rash!

So tiny! And so cute!


2)  It is WAY cheaper.  They say that you can spend around $2,500 on disposable diapers from birth to potty training – of course this varies greatly depending on when the kid is potty trained, but that’s the general average number.  If you have 2 kids, that’s $5,000.  3 kids, $7,500.  You get the idea.  So far, I have purchased 18 newborn sized diapers that I will use for the first ~3 months approximately (even with a baby who was 9 pounds at birth). I have also bought 12 diapers that will be used from that time up to potty training. I will need more of those eventually, probably about double that depending on how often I want to do laundry, but that’s the stockpile I have now.  I have spent less than $400 so far and will probably spend about $600 on diapers when its all said and done. AND I'm doing it the expensive way with the all-in-ones.  There are other types of cloth diapers that are cheaper or you could buy them used.  But $600!  Versus $2,500!  AND because we know we want Tess to have at least one sibling, we can re-use these when the sibling arrives… whenever that may be.  Sure, I run 1 extra load of laundry each day or every other day, which adds some cost to my water and electrical bills.  But since my water bill is only about $4 every 2 months, even if it DOUBLED it wouldn’t make a dent to my yearly budget.  




These are the next size up that I will use - these ones have an absorbent insert that I've placed on top of the diaper so you can see it.


3)  They say that there is less diaper rash with cloth diapers – but to be fair, this one is up for debate. Supposedly the synthetic materials in disposable diapers can irritate the skin.  Others say that disposables are more absorbent so cause LESS diaper rash… but just judging from my own experience so far, my cloth diapers are incredibly absorbent so I can’t imagine absorbency being an issue – at least while she’s this small.  And even if it is, there are toxic chemicals, dyes and carcinogens in the materials used for disposable diapers that can lead to adverse health effects or trigger allergic reactions.

4) The environmental impact.  Again this point is controversial – some people insist that the extra water and electrical usage from washing cloth diapers is “worse” than throwing out diapers into a landfill.  I’m not an environmental scientist, but it just seems that throwing away 12 diapers every day for 2 or 3 years for just one child is far more than I want to contribute to our nations landfills.  The EPA says that 20 billion disposable diapers are dumped in landfills which equates to 2.5 million TONS of waste! Yikes.  AND they do not degrade without exposure to oxygen and sunlight and take about 500 years to decompose in a landfill. Furthermore, 200,000 trees and 2.4 billion gallons of fuel are used each year to make disposable diapers.  Granted, cotton and other materials are used to make cloth diapers… In any event, the debate continues but for me personally I think the impact on landfills out weighs the water usage from doing extra laundry. 

Anyway, so those were Andy and my reasons for wanting to use cloth diapers. 

How is it going now that Tess has been in them for a month?!  Honestly?  Its great. I know that with time things will get more complicated – when she goes to day care (the day care we will use DOES accept cloth diapers though – already looked into it), when I’m no longer breastfeeding and she’s on solid foods, when we go on vacation, etc.


After bath time!


For now, really the only “extra hassle” is needing to do an extra load of laundry every day or every other day.  And frankly, I am doing so much laundry anyway I don’t even notice it.  Tess spits up a LOT, and so I change her clothes numerous times throughout the day and use about 10 bibs each day, we go through a hundred receiving blankets that we use as “burp cloths” (aka PUKE cloths! Let’s call them what they are!), and have to change her bedding nearly every day as well.  (Her excessive spitting up is another blog post I have planned… stay tuned!)  And then because Andy and I are getting spit up on constantly, we go through multiple shirts every day.  What’s an extra load of diapers every other day when I’m already doing 2-3 loads every day anyway?

Sidenote:  Honestly, if anyone ever asks me whats the ONE thing you can not go without as a parent of an infant my answer will not be a bassinet or crib or changing table or baby bjorn or breast pump or stroller or any of the other things we spent so much time researching and purchasing during my pregnancy.  I would say a good washer and dryer!!!  I can’t even imagine how people have children who don’t have their own laundry machines – doing this while living in a high rise apartment building in New York and needing to go to the basement to do laundry? Or to have to drive to a Laundromat?  Good God I can’t imagine it!  Fortunately we already had a kickass washer and dryer so I’m all set.  But any new parent who doesn’t should be given some kind of tax break to be able to afford one if they can’t.  My mom just emailed me an article about how health insurance needs to provide a stipend for purchasing breast pumps (Breast pump stipend article)  Well, I think something similar should be done for laundry.  Just saying – as much as I love my breast pump, I love my washing machine more!

Of course, there have been a couple of hiccups.  When we first got home from the hospital, for the first load of “used” or soiled diapers I would have to wash, I realized we only had 3 clean ones left.  I thought, oh 3 diapers should last me the 2 hours or so it will take to wash and dry a load of diapers.  In theory yes, but of course I was tempting fate by thinking that way.  I loaded our dirty diapers into the machine and went to change her into the first of 3 spare clean diapers. Five minutes after changing her, I heard (and felt) her have a MASSIVE bowel movement.  Uh oh… so I had to change her again…. and only had 2 left.  And of course, AS I was changing her into her next fresh diaper she decided to have a pee all over it!  I swear she even laughed a little bit. She totally did it on purpose.  So now she was in her last clean diaper, but the laundry was already going. Hopefully we can make it 2 hours in this diaper, that isn’t too much to ask, I thought.  But then, almost as if the stars were aligned against me – the power went out!!!  I kid you not! It wasn’t storming or even sprinkling – it was a beautiful day out and all of a sudden the lights went out and we could hear the transformers blowing. I was just like “Are you f’ing KIDDING me?!”  Apparently a tree went down on the next street over and took out the power lines with it.  The power was out for quite a few hours, so of course she needed to be changed before I could finish off that load I had started.  But this was exactly why we had a stockpile of disposable diapers to use for emergencies like this one.  It was actually pretty funny how it all went down.

 Other than that, its been pretty smooth sailing.  I do want to finish up by saying I’m not trying to be preachy about cloth diapers at ALL here, I don’t think anyone who uses disposables is poisoning the Earth or something. This is just something that works for us, the minimal extra effort it requires – at this point – is not excessively taxing and I’m happy about our decision.  If there is anyone else who is considering the possibility but is intimidated by the idea of it, please don’t be!  It isn’t as bad as you might think!  And look at how damn cute she is (although that might not be because of the diapers...)!!!  








Thursday, January 10, 2013

Aunt Wendy visits


Last weekend Tess met her Aunt Wendy for the first time!  This was major not just because my sister was meeting her only neice, but also because it was the first time my sister has visited Atlanta!  I have lived here for 8-1/2 years now and have been unsuccessful in my attempts to get my sister’s butt down here.  I had to finally resort to reproducing in order to lure her down here!


Meeting auntie for the first time.

We went out to some great restaurants, got pedicures, went out to meet a bunch of our friends at our favorite pub, watched our favorite trash TV shows – it was fantastic.  


Pedicures

Wendy even babysat for us one night while Andy and I went out for our first night solo without Tess! We saw Les Mis (which was AMAZING – I cried like 15 times. Go see it) and while all we did was talk about how awesome our daughter was the whole time, we had a great time being on our own for a couple hours.  It was really wonderful that she did that for us since it is going to be very difficult for us to trust anyone with Tess for quite some time. Since we don’t have family nearby, we will be hard pressed to find any time for getting out on our own.

It was also incredibly helpful to have Wendy around for the hours Andy was at work.  Taking care of an infant is most definitely a two-person job.  Maybe even a three-person job.  For example, one night during Wendy’s visit we were planning on meeting a bunch of friends out at the Marlay House – our favorite pub.  Andy was going to go straight from work so it was up to me and Wen to get Tess ready for her big night out.  We got her dressed in a cute little pink outfit and I fed her – definitely DEFINITELY the wrong order.  As we got her loaded into her car seat and all strapped in, she spit up – a LOT – all over herself.  So much so that I was going to need to change her shirt.  So I go to change her, but of course had to change the whole outfit because without the shirt the whole ensemble just wouldn’t work.


Wendy tells me I should put a bib on her so if she spits up again I don’t have to change her clothes. Great idea!  Except because I’m clueless all the bibs I’ve received from baby showers I figured I wouldn’t need until she was eating solid foods so I had them packed away, God only knew where. Wendy goes off to find the bibs and by some miracle actually found them!  Tess gets changed into what Wendy determines is an even CUTER outfit for her night out on the town, and I load her into the car seat again. Except in my haste, I forgot the friggin’ bib!  Tess of course spits up all over herself again – so much so that she once again needs to be changed.  I was SO mad at myself. How could I have forgotten the bib after Wendy dug through the whole nursery to find one?!  I threw a little hissy fit, shouting about how I suck at this parenting thing.  Wendy fortunately talked me off the ledge, and made a joke about how Tess is just high maintenance like her auntie and didn’t like either outfit I put on her so was doing this so I would change it.  I changed Tess for the third time - this time remembering the bib – and got her into the car seat. 


We headed down to the pub – an hour late but we made it –of course she was done throwing up so didn’t need the bib that I was so proud I remembered.  After being at the Marlay for a few minutes she started to fuss so I picked her up and her whole bum was soaked! Her diaper leaked.  Are you freaking KIDDING ME?!  I couldn’t believe it.  Wendy and I take her to the ladies room where Tess is about to experience her second public toilet changing table (see Parents-in-training. Do not judge).  I did happen to have a change of clothes in her diaper bag, but it was a short sleeved onesie.  Its January and I have a short sleeve onesie packed in there?!  What the hell was I thinking???  “Oh well, its better than being wet,” I thought and proceed to change her diaper and clothes.  In the process of getting the necessary items out of the diaper bag Wendy drops the clean diaper on the floor of the bathroom.  I was about to panic yet again,  but thank God I had more than one spare diaper packed. Phew, ok I did ONE thing right.  We put her fresh diaper on, put the summer-appropriate outfit I had packed on her, and wrapped her in a blanket.  At least we had that. 

Tess wrapped in her blanket so she wasn't half naked in the pub.

It was seriously a comedy of errors!  If Wendy hadn’t been there, I certainly wouldn’t have made it out that night – and even if I had, would have left after discovering she was soaked from her diaper.  Having been through baby-hood 3 times herself, Wendy assured me over and over that this is what it’s all about and not to beat myself up over it.  I am a perfectionist unfortunately and perfection should not even be in my vocabulary right now.  The whole experience while incredibly annoying really taught me I need to just chill the f out.  And in the end despite having gone through 4 outfits and 3 diapers in 90 minutes, we had a great night out without any tears!





This experience was good preparation for after Wendy left.  My first day on my own I had set 2 goals for myself: to go for a walk with Tess and to go grocery shopping.  I now realize I should have a single goal each day: just to keep Tess alive!  Keep her fed, make sure she doesn’t sit in a soiled diaper all day, make sure she keeps breathing, etc.  Anything beyond that is just gravy.  But I had high hopes, so I got Tess bundled up and strapped her into her car seat and out we headed for a nice mid-morning stroll.  I have no idea why, but I could NOT open her stroller!  I literally fought the damn thing for 15 minutes!  During which time, of course, Tess started crying like crazy.  As she screamed in her carseat, I was pushing and pulling and it was just sealed shut – I convinced myself it was broken. I was so damn mad I threw it back into the car and decided to just put the carseat in the car and go to Whole Foods instead. She had worked herself into such a tizzy during the stroller struggle, it was going to take a while for her to stop crying.  

Since I know she likes riding around in the car, I decided to just drive around for a bit to get her to calm down.  Finally she did so I pull into Whole Foods. The second I park? The tears start again.  I did not want to walk around with pretentious Whole Foods shoppers giving me death stares because of my crying infant, so I gave up and left.  The second I start to drive?  She stopped crying.  I thought, if I drive around for a little longer maybe she’ll calm down for real.  I found myself up near Sam’s club and there were a few items I needed there so decided to pop in.  Again, the second I parked? WAHHHHHHHH!!!  Seriously, Tess???  Ug.  At that point I gave up on any hopes of shopping and drove home.  Of course, when I parked in my driveway she kept quiet.  

At that point I decided to have another go at the stroller to see if I could at least accomplish one of my two goals for the day.  The first try at the stroller? It popped right open!  I’m convinced that my tossing it back into the car fixed whatever was broken. That’s what I’ll tell myself at least.  So I put Tess into the stroller and we went for a lovely walk through our neighborhood.  Goal accomplished!  I was so happy!  And so proud of myself for not losing it at every failed attempt at accomplishing one of my two (seemingly minor) goals.  I kept repeating my sister’s words to myself the whole time and tried to remind myself this is the new normal and that it was no biggie.  At least I didn’t have to change her clothes 14 times.

WAHHHH!

All in all, it was a great visit with Wendy and she taught me a lot about parenting. Little tricks for calming Tess down when she works herself up, AND tricks for keeping myself calm when I work myself up!   Its funny, I never thought I’d say that but I really did learn a lot from her.  I say this because Wendy and I have certainly had our ups and downs over the years.  For those that know both of us, we couldn’t be more different.  We are complete opposites in everyway and that has lead to a lot of disagreements over the years. In fact, when our brother died in 2009 we hadn’t spoken for nearly a year.  Since then, we have grown closer and are learning to overlook our differences.  Family is family, and we have been through a lot together.  I was in the delivery room when she gave birth to her youngest son Alex.  We were both by our brother’s side as he took his last breath.  Despite our tendency to fight, we have experienced some of life’s most major events together.  Nothing can change the fact that we are sisters.  Trust me, I’ve tried! (Just kidding! Sort of…)  And as loath as I am to admit it, this trip really reminded me how lucky I am to have her. :-)


Siblings 1997

Siblings 2005

Me + Wendy 2006

Siblings 2007





Wednesday, January 2, 2013

A look back at 2012.


A look back at 2012.

2013?  Seriously?  How is this past year over?!  What an epic, epic year its been.  2012 will certainly go down as one of the most memorable and eventful years of our lives, with the highest highs and the lowest lows.  I thought I’d use this post to recap some of the major events of the last year.  (I DID want to post this yesterday, on New Year’s Day, but Tess had other plans so I didn’t get to it. Sorry!)

I guess you could say the year kicked off last January with a bang… or a snow-dampened “thud” really.  It's a long story, but its also pretty funny at times so I’m going to share the whole thing.  Andy and I went to a conference at a ski resort in Utah (Snowbird).  In hindsight, perhaps Utah wasn’t the best place for me to learn to ski but I really wanted to go to the meeting - for the science. I figured I was athletic and, with Andy as my instructor, would be a quick learner.  The fact that Andy broke his ribs skiing at this very resort 8 years earlier didn’t deter me at all for some reason.  For the first few days, I WAS doing really well.  On our fourth and last day of skiing, despite feeling very sore and tired, I was feeling very confident and wanted to try out a more difficult blue trail after sticking to the green every previous day.  To start the day, Andy and I were going to do one last run on the green trail to warm up and I asked him to watch my turns to make sure they were tight and fast enough to work for me on the harder trail. 


Snowbird Utah. Beautiful. But my least favorite place on earth!


As we made our way down the mountain, he did as I asked, but unfortunately, when he stopped to turn around and watch me I was headed right for him.  Since I was so inexperienced, I couldn’t veer around him in control and I face-planted big time.  My boots were fixed into my skis too tight so they didn’t pop off as I took a nose-dive down the mountain.  When I was 18 I tore 3 ligaments in my knee (including my ACL) and had knee surgery.  This was actually the reason I hadn’t learned to ski earlier than this trip – I had always been so afraid of re-injuring that knee nothing made me want to risk going through that whole experience again. 

As soon as I fell I could feel the pain in my bad knee and was freaking out that I had torn my ACL again, but was simultaneously in denial about the potential of having done that to myself again. Other skiers stopped to see if I was ok but, at that moment, my pride was hurt more than anything.   God, I felt like such a loser lying there in the snow.  They offered to call the snow patrol to get me off the mountain, but because I’m a stubborn fool I shouted at them all that I was fine and to leave me alone.  Knowing that this resort didn’t accept health insurance only credit cards, all I could think was “I’ll be damned if I’m going to pay $1,000 for a ride on a damn snow mobile!” whether or not that was even true. So I pulled myself up off the ground, clipped myself back into my skis and went flying down the mountain.  Andy tried to stop me, but at this point I was so furious with him for “causing” the crash that there was nothing he could do to stop me. 

I essentially skied down the mountain one-legged, and somehow by the grace of God actually made it to the bottom alive.  However, I failed to think about what I would do when I got to the bottom considering we were about a mile from where our room was.  Andy asked the ski lift guys how we could get back and they told us that beyond the snow pile behind us there was a shuttle bus stop.  “Great, that’s lucky” we thought. WRONG! The snow pile turned out to be more of a small mountain than a pile.  It was literally 40 ft high!  So with my gammy leg, I had to scale this mountain of snow. We start making our way up, and I could barely get myself up this mini Everest let alone my gear, so there was Andy behind me carrying not only his own skis, poles and helmet but also mine.  I at least was carrying my own poles, but only because I was essentially using them as a prosthetic to help get me over the mountain.  So naturally, Andy was breathing quite heavily from his heavy load.  Because I was in such a fit of rage and blaming Andy for causing the whole mess, I shouted at him “STOP BREATHING LIKE THAT! Trust me, this is much harder for me than it is you!!!”  Poor bastard couldn’t even breathe right. 

I was making pretty decent progress, hauling my one-legged self up the snow when a low hanging branch hit me in the face, knocking me to the ground.  At this point, I just lay in the snow with tears streaming down my face. This represents quite possibly the most pathetic moment of my entire life. I couldn’t believe this shit show was actually unfolding. I felt trapped, halfway up this pile of snow – unable to keep going up, but unable to make my way back down.  Somehow, Andy managed to convince me to keep going and we made it to the top.  A shuttle bus came and we made our way back to the room.  Andy kept telling me I needed to get to a doctor, to which I could only reply that I didn’t need a doctor I needed a divorce attorney.

By the time we got to the room, I had decided against the divorce, but my knee was the size of a damn basketball. I knew it was bad.  It turned out, I did re-tear my ACL and would need surgery.


Dr. Jenkins taking care of me post-surgery.

Lovely swollen, bruised knee after surgery.

It was a pretty horrible couple of weeks between the injury and the surgery, but in hindsight it led to a few really good things.  Firstly, it inspired (forced?) Andy to get a driver’s license!  I hurt my right leg so I couldn’t drive.  After 8 years of begging him to learn to drive, all I could think was “I should have done this to myself years ago!” Only partly in jest…

First driving lesson!


Then, 6 weeks after my surgery, I found out I was pregnant...

That was another crazy day that I will never forget.  When I took that home pregnancy test Andy was actually working on finishing up fixing a plumbing disaster that had occurred in our kitchen the previous week.  What exactly happened with our plumbing is a story for another day, but long story short he was on his back under our kitchen sink elbow deep in drainage while I was in the bathroom taking the test.  When I saw the positive result, I’ll be honest I immediately went to a state of sheer panic.  I’ll never forget standing at our bathroom sink, feeling like I could actually hear my heart beating in my ears.  I walked out to the dining room where I called out to Andy that we needed to talk. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about being called away from his plumbing catastrophe, but heard a seriousness in my voice that I rarely have, so he thought he better get up.  When he walked into the room with me all I could do was hold up the pregnancy test stick to him.  I couldn’t even talk, it was like I swallowed my tongue or something.  When he saw it, he looked at me and asked “we’re expecting?!”  When I nodded my head, he dropped to his knees and started to cry.  He put his head to my belly and kissed it.  I’ll never forget it.  Despite the fact that I personally was in a panic, it was so calming and reassuring to know how excited and happy Andy was.  I was so grateful that my children would have him as their father. 

Positive! Yikes!

The drain pipe that was the cause of our plumbing catastrophe.

April. 6 weeks.

Tess's first trip to Fenway. 6 weeks.

September. 27 weeks. 

December. 40 weeks.

Once the initial shock of being pregnant wore off, I was equally as excited as Andy.  But during this time, we were also waiting on news of whether Andy was going to get tenure at Emory.  It was more than slightly nerve-wracking to consider the possibility of him not getting tenure, and being politely asked to leave Emory, while we were expecting our first born.  But fortunately a few weeks after hearing the amazing news about our little embryo, Andy found out he got tenure!  It was almost too perfect, we couldn’t have planned it better.

The rest of the year was a complete blur of being busy with home improvements and getting ready for Tess’ arrival.  We had to turn our party house into a baby house.  Andy did some amazing things re-doing our bathrooms, turning TV rooms into bedrooms, moving walls, etc.  

Old bathroom construction.

New bathroom!

Old TV room, now our bedroom.

We also had to buy a second car.



We also had some major scientific successes this year.  Just in the last month of the year, I had a paper accepted to PNAS and Andy had a paper published in Science Translational Medicine that had been covered extensively all over the popular press from the Today show to the Wall St Journal. 


These things would have otherwise been the biggest events of the year, but they sort of got overshadowed in a year where Andy got tenure and we started our family.

Thinking back to the state I was in after my knee injury…. it was really hard on me emotionally. I like staying active, and in general hate asking for help or being impaired in any way. And when I hurt my knee 12 years ago, a lot was going on in my life (for an 18 year old at least) and re-injuring myself brought up all those memories. And taking the narcotics for pain didn’t help my state of mind.  But what’s crazy is that in a strange, roundabout kind of way, my first knee surgery ended up leading me to go to Smith College. Anyone who knows me knows how much I loved (and still love) Smith. 

Tess is already in the admissions database at Smith.  This is how much I love this place!


So something horrible ended up leading to something wonderful.  Similarly, this knee injury ended up leading to the circumstances that brought Tess into my life.  Even the bad experience I had with pain meds after the surgery is the reason I was adamant about recovering from my C-section drug-free… which is why, I think, I recovered so quickly.  It is really, really crazy how everything sort of came together perfectly in the end.

If there is one major realization I can come to after looking back on 2012 its how lucky I am to be married to Andy.  Of course, we are insanely in love and have been for 8 years.  Love at first sight on Bourbon St in New Orleans in 2003 has developed into the most loving and beautiful relationship I could have ever hoped for.  But this year I have had to depend on Andy more than I ever thought I would have to.  When I was laid up from my knee surgery, Andy waited on me hand and foot… and let’s be honest, I was a nightmare to deal with most days.  I was a complete monster at times!  God only knows why he put up with me. Then as I became more heavily pregnant, I had also injured my pelvis from overdoing it with exercise. In the last 8 weeks of my pregnancy I couldn’t bend, lift, carry, etc.  Again, Andy did pretty much everything for me. On top of all that, he’s made amazing changes to our home, all while having one of the most successful years of his career – getting tenure and publishing this major paper.  He is truly amazing!  I am blown away and totally inspired by him.  And finally, to watch him become a father in the past few weeks has melted my heart and made me fall in love with him in a whole new way.  He is already the world’s most amazing father and he’s been at it 2.5 weeks.  Tess is the luckiest girl in the world to have him as her dad, and I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have him be the father of my children. 











OK sorry to end on SUCH a sappy note, but what can I say?  Maybe it's the hormones or maybe its just the nostalgia that the New Year brings out in me, but I am madly in love and have the best family in the world.  I’m so grateful and felt the need to pour my heart out. 

Happy New Year, everyone!  I hope 2013 brings you all as much happiness as 2012 has brought me.  

My heart belongs to her!

Very happy Christmas.

New Year's Eve drink at the Marlay House with my girl.