The other day I was walking through the mall with my three-year-old daughter when she stopped dead in her tracks and said, “Mommy! What is THAT?!?” I looked around thinking maybe she had a random November Easter Bunny sighting, but, no, my sweet little girl had spotted a floral embroidered velvet blouse! My heart smiled, and I said, “Baby girl, that’s velvet, do you want to go touch it?” Immediately she ran over, stroked the fabric, looked up and said: “Can I have some velvet too???”
If you know me even a little, then you know I love paper. If you know me a lot, you know I’m ever-so-slightly planner obsessed. Seriously, if it’s got a calendar and some note pages, I want it! The amount of time (and money) I’ve invested over the years in figuring out just the perfect planner situation is something I try hard not to think very much about, but, what can I say, I’m a planner girl. One of my most favorite paper companies of all time is Epica. A few months ago, I reviewed one of the notebooks we’ve been using as a family journal (read more here), so you can only imagine my excitement when I discovered they came out with their very own daily planner this year - and it’s fabulous.
While I absolutely LOVE journaling, and all things stationery related, when it came time to grab the baby book and write down all the milestones, I fell completely flat. With each child, I had the best of intentions to capture every detail of their little lives in a beautifully preserved book, but it simply never happened. As a result, I now have three beautiful, but empty baby books… And some mommy guilt.
Earlier this week I decided to schedule a conference call during nap time. I was a little hesitant but felt sure I could make it work. The older two were at camp (still no school due to the hurricane), so I took our littlest man out for a morning adventure, followed by a big lunch, and then laid him down a smidge later than normal to ensure I’d have the time I needed. Well, Cooper didn’t cooperate and woke up right in the middle of my call. To avoid a toddler-sized tantrum, I scooped him out of bed, brought him down stairs and shuffled him into the “play closet.”
Early last week I first heard about “Harvey” when my brother sent me a text warning us that Houston was likely going to be hit with some heavy rain - an estimated 15 to 20 inches. He knows I’m not great at keeping up with the news, and wanted to make sure I knew what was coming. At that time I thought, about the typical tropical storm checklist: flashlights, extra batteries, pop tarts, and water. Just the basics (yes, pop tarts are basic hurricane food) to make sure we’d have a little “insurance” in case we went without power for a few hours.