Friday, April 29, 2016

Yosemite 2016

We took our annual trip to Yosemite National Park a couple of weeks ago. Every year, my husband's side of the family makes the trek up there for a long weekend of hiking, climbing, biking, cribbage playing, reading, eating and hanging out together. This year, a grand total of 34 of us were there. That's a pretty good turnout, considering most don't live in state anymore. 

I won't lie. I was anxious about how well five of us would be able to share one hotel room without killing each other, but to my surprise, our kids did an excellent job calming down and being quiet when it came to nap and bedtime. Gino even slept through the night every night there (don't get excited....he hasn't slept through the night since!). 

                             
    

This year was magical for Sal. He's been twice before, but this year, the magic of Yosemite clicked. He wanted to climb every rock, see the waterfalls, dig in the dirt, and spy on some wildlife. He'd run from Boulder to Boulder requesting we take his picture on top of it. It was so cool to watch him enjoy nature. 

                              

                             
            
    
Carla was a trooper, tagging along behind Sal everywhere he went, but she was still more interested in playing in the hotel room with her cousin Gianna. I had taken some activities for the kids to keep them busy in case of poor weather (which was forecasted), but thankfully, we had no rain or snow--just some chilly mornings. Gianna and Carla hit it off and spent most of our trip asking for one another when they had to be apart. I love that our kids have a chance to get to really know their extended family.

                             

                              
    
    
Gino had started walking about a week before we left, so that changed the game a little, as he wanted to walk everywhere versus being carried or put in a stroller. We let him down to explore a bit, and he was all over climbing the logs at one of the picnic sites. 

                           
   

We took a few family hikes-one was easy, and the other kicked our ass. We did The hike to the bridge at vernal falls with the two big kids in the double stroller and Gino in my ergo. It was one steep climb! After many, many stops to catch our breaths we finally made it to the bridge and it was well worth it. I've never seen so much water in the falls as I did this year. We also vowed to get in better shape if we ever plan to push a stroller or carry another child on that hike again. It was no joke.  The easy hike was to Mirror lake. I packed lunches and we found a nice sunny spot to sit and eat before heading back to the hotel for naps. 

                  
                                        [ gorgeous. It gets me everytime ]
   

                  
                                        [ family hike to the lake for lunch]
    
Every evening one family would take charge of the main course. We took on Thursday night, and Nick made a family recipe, named " Dego" burgers.  These Italian sloppy joes, topped with mozzarella were originally created by his grandmother many moons ago when Nick's grandfather requested something "different" for dinner and all she had was Italian sausage, tomato sauce, cheese and bread.  They've been a Zentil family hit ever since. It was really cool to listen to the stories from Nick's dad, aunts & uncles that had to do with their mother and the creation of these burgers. 
            
                            
                                        [Carla & a few of her "girl" cousins]

I say this every year, and I'll say it again. Having a family that loves each other enough to keep coming back, year after year, is so so special.  Many of us have children-mostly school age, and jobs. Time off isn't easy for anyone...but to have so many people willing to do whatever it takes so we can all be a part of each other's lives and carry on such a fantastic tradition is not lost on me.

I'm already looking forward to next year!

Saturday, April 9, 2016

A day in pictures

It's been a while since our last day in pictures. In fact, last time I did a post like this, we were still living in Wuxi. 

 So, here's our Friday in pictures. 

6:45 am- I woke up and showered before the kids got up. Hooray for getting in three showers this week!

7:15 am- time to pack Sal's lunch for school and warm up everyone's morning milk. I prepare lunch the night before and just throw in a juice box before putting it all in his backpack. These Sistema brand boxes are perfect for preschooler lunches. No baggies or Tupperware lids to waste and lose. 

7:45- breakfast. Today they chose toast. After breakfast comes brushing teeth, taking our vitamins and getting dressed so we can get out the door and get Sal off to preschool. 

9:30 am- Sal is safely delivered to school and the little kids and I are off to the gym. This is MY time. Weights, then cardio. Thankfully my kids love the gym daycare. 

10:45 am - back home with the little kids for an hour before we meet Nick and his dad for a Friday lunch date. I spent the better part of the hour trying to keep this little guy out of my appliance cabinet. Anyone know what kind of locks work on corner cabinets? 

11:45- Gino passed out on the way to lunch. I hate waking sleeping babies...but tacos were waiting. I can't pass up Mexican food. Ever. 

3:30 pm- little kids are napping and Sal wanted a snack. Is it bad the first thing I thought of when I opened the door was if it was too early to crack open my Mike's?  I even texted NZ and he replied with " Well...it is the afternoon". 

4:00 pm- Gino is up and I need to tackle our pile of laundry. I turned on a cartoon for the boys while I started folding. 


4:05 - Carla is awake now. In a matter of minutes, my living room has become a jungle gym. Our sofa cushions are on the floor and I'm throwing in the towel. (Edit: this turned out to be a good thing- Sal vacuumed under all my cushions and I was able to wipe off the snot trails and ground in goldfish crackers that had accumulated)

4:30 pm- Amanda is home! The kids love our neighbor/ babysitter and they saw her car parked in the driveway and ran out to greet her. They also begged her to see our new kitty (yep, we are getting a new kitten in a couple weeks), to which she obliged. 


5:00 pm- the kids came back from the neighbors and I talked them into doing a paw patrol puzzle versus watching Shimmer and Shine for the second time. 


5:45 pm- the big kids help me separate a head of cauliflower into pieces and put green beans into a steamer. Dinner prep is under way and they love helping. 

6:00 pm- in an attempt to keep this one out of my appliance cabinet and off my sofa, I carry him EVERYWHERE. I love this crazy boy even though he wears me out. 


6:30 pm - NZ is home and dinner is on the table. Caulifredo and green beans tonight. And finally.....my Mike's. 

8:00pm - kids are asleep and it's time to play our "Life Below Zero" drinking game. We drink every time Sue says "predator", Jessie talks about his dogs, or Chip says "my wife" as well as anytime one of them talks about "subsistence". This leads to lots and lots of swigs of beer and cheersing between us-and usually an early bedtime because we aren't as young as we once were. 

And there you have it. A day in the life of our crazy circus. 





Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Gino turns ONE!

                    
   
My very last baby turned ONE last Friday. 

On Good Friday.

Which meant NZ was off work and able to BBQ some delicious lamb for a birthday dinner to celebrate Gino's birthday with our family and our neighbors. I made a small smash cake for him, and cupcakes for the rest of us. My sister never fails to deliver--the cutest surfer themed cookies arrived in the mail a couple days before--so I was a good girl and saved them for the big day. 

                   
   

                    

He enjoyed his cake smashing to the fullest. His sister waited for him to share with such restraint!

                              

                               

He eventually flipped it over and tears ensued. He took the whole, "it's my party and I'll cry if I want to" to a whole new level. 

                                  

Turns out, poor boy had a fever of 103 and spent the rest of the weekend on a cocktail of Tylenol and Motrin. Despite him being sick, it was really nice to celebrate the fact that we have all survived his first year (even though he has yet to sleep through a night!). Here's to year two! 

We love you, Gino Mario.

       
                       [ yep. Best family shot out of six. Always awkward, always funny]
 

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Hope

There's no secret that I'm a Facebook and Instagram junkie. 

I try to quit--and I just.can't.stop.scrolling. 

There's an app on Facebook called "on this day", that shows you all your posts from this date in previous years. From time to time, I like to see what my life was all about way back when, and I've gotten some good laughs out of status updates I had posted, and enjoy seeing photographs I may have otherwise forgotten.

Then today. 


The date was March 22,2009

16 weeks pregnant with my first big baby bump. 

I was so freaking excited to be pregnant after a miscarriage the year before. This was OUR time--OUR turn to have the baby we'd been trying for and I had been aching so badly to care for. It was happening. We were having a baby!!!

This photo was taken at our family's annual Yosemite reunion. I was so happy to turn down offers of beer and lounge my pregnant ass in a chair while listening to the river flow by. I remember talking to Nick about how that would be our last trip just sitting quietly by the river...because next year, you know--we will have our little girl crawling around out there. We talked about how the baby would change our Yosemite experience, and all of the things we looked forward to showing her on future trips..biking, hiking, enjoying the scenery. 

And then came May. 

And Denise.

And the end of my pregnancy and dreams for her.

The next year at Yosemite was a quiet one, with Nick and I resuming our "reading books by the river" tradition of all the years prior. That was a hard year for me-and because it was hard for me, it was hard for US.  I had just looked forward to it so so soooo much with a baby in tow.

And here we are March 2016, on the cusp of another Yosemite reunion, and I'm making mental notes of all the gear and food and things we will need to take with us. I'm working out logistics of sleeping arrangements and meals, and containment of a super busy little baby, along with two curious and talkative children.

Three kids.

In Yosemite. 

With Nick and me. 

My dreams have come true, three fold. 

So I guess what I'm saying in a long winded way, is that hope is a powerful thing. I am so thankful that Nick never gave up hope in me, and I never gave up hope in bringing a baby home. We never gave up hope, that someday, we'd have kids who we'd be able to share the magic of Yosemite with. They get to grow up going year after year, seeing cousins and relatives and making memories. I'm still amazed that we get to call them ours, and that they get to partake in such a cool family tradition for years to come.



Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Goodbye, one. Hello, two.


I feel like I should title this post, "goodbye, one. Hello, naughty nelly" 

'Cause guys, she's full of spunk and sass and ideas of her own. 

I've got to say though-- watching Carla evolve from a mindful little one year old into a naughty nelly, also gives me peace.

  You see, when Carla was born, Sal's world was flipped upside down. I felt guilt for bringing another baby into our lives. I blamed the changing family dynamic for his naughtiness--while now it's clear to me--it was just TWO. 

Two is the year of finding a balance between autonomy and mommy. Two is the year of pushing every single limit and figuring out just how far they can go. It's learning about cause and effect, and so so soooo many social lessons. 

So here we are. 

Two. 

 I know someday I will look back and laugh at the things my kids did that at the time really got my panties in a bunch. 

Since I don't want to forget how cute the naughtiness can be (shhhh, don't admit that to my daughter!!!), here are a few of our recent naughties:

- she dipped her toothbrush in the toilet and sucked the water out of the bristles. (This happened while I ran to my bathroom to brush my own teeth). 

- she climbed up on her dad's workbench where I had our faux horse head, Beyoncé awaiting a fresh new coat of paint. She threw Beyoncé to the ground, where Beyoncé suffered a fatal blow to her head. I'm pretty bummed about it because it was my favorite part of Carla's room. She's a big time thrower, this girl. 

- she took a full plate of food, looked me in the eye, and dumped it behind our super-heavy-to-move sofa on a week that NZ was out of town. This left me to get creative in retrieving the food with Sal's grabber stick toy. 

-she escaped her crib fifteen times in one night. (We've since ditched the crib and she's now in the bottom bunk bed...but as you can see below, she isn't so keen on sleeping in it)




- she likes to color on the floors. Washable markers and polished concrete for the win. 


But then you know, there's the really cool parts of being two. The "I love you/ I love your eyes/ I love your hair/ I love your nose/ I love your..." that she so sweetly says many times a day. She greets her dad with an " I missed you!" each and every night, and welcomes her brother home from school with the same enthusiasm. 


She's a great helper in the kitchen, and likes to help me sort socks from our laundry. 


I guess I'll weather out the naughty nellies and hang on tight since she's so darn cute. It's sure to be a long ride. And hey, once she's out of them, it's Gino's turn! 









Friday, February 19, 2016

Stitchfix #5

Yep. I'm still doing stitchfix. 

Every time I get a box on my porch I am so damn excited to open it up & try things on...and then it happens...

I look at the packing list prices. 

And then I throw everything but one piece of clothing (I don't want to lose that $20 styling fee credit) back in the prepaid mailer and ship it back to stitchfix. I've said goodbye to many loved tops, necklaces, pants and dresses in the last four fixes, simply because I couldn't stomach the prices. 

I'd have to say, that's my only grievance with stitchfix. I actually love most of the items I've been sent. Most of them fit like they were made for me. I absolutely love someone else shopping for me and finding stuff in my size. 

Those prices, though. 

 They kill me. 

This was the first fix out of five where I absolutely loved every single piece and contemplated keeping them all to receive the 25% discount for keeping it all. Stay tuned to find out what I decided in the end..

evie drawstring funnel neck sweatshirt
By: loveappella
I had pinned this sweatshirt style sweater multiple times in my Pinterest board and was super excited to see it in my fix. It's perfect for southern CA, year round. 

Paulina graphic print lace detail blouse 
By: Daniel rainn

One thing I love about stitchfix is that it opens me up to brands I've never heard of before. I've found that I'm drawn to Daniel Rainn's blouses and love that they come in petite. It's hard to see but this had beautiful lace detail on the bodice. 

Mellie variegated knit top
By: pixley

I loved loved loved this raglan tshirt the minute I laid eyes on it. Funny enough, I don't have many cute casual shirts. I'm either in tank tops or hoodies and have been wanting to expand my casual shirt collection. This one was super soft and flowy--maybe even a little too flowy, but I loved how comfy it was. 

Maebe jersey maxi dress
By: London times


This one was the furthest item from my usual repertoire and not really my taste in prints and style, but for some reason, once I tried it on, I found myself envisioning places I'd wear it. I love when stitchfix gets me out of my comfort zone. 

The fifth item was a necklace that hung to mid chest and had miniature spoons hanging from it. That's the best description I can give. Nick loved it--me, not so much. But then again, I am not an accessorizer. Like, at all. My wedding ring even resides in safety while I wear a simple band. I'm wanting to branch out and polish my outfits off with jewelry and accessories but every time I put them on I keep thinking to myself , "this so isn't me", and I end up taking them off and leaving the house unadorned. 

Anyways, I liked all four pieces of clothing and considered the necklace because NZ liked it, and you know, who doesn't want to wear stuff their husband likes?

Then I saw this....
...and my heart sank. The cheapskate in me immediately threw everything back in the return bag and swore off stitchfix forever....just as I've done every other time. 

I told myself to keep one so that my $20 style fee wasn't wasted (it goes as a credit for whatever you keep), so I decided I'd keep the sweater since I've wanted it for so long. 

I knew I wouldn't wear the necklace enough to make the $34 price tag worth it, plus I'm pretty sure I can find something similar much cheaper at charming Charlie or somewhere similar. 

The baseball tee kept whispering my name, even though I thought it might just be a bit too big. I slept on that one ($48) overnight and tried it on with jeans, leggings and sweats and determined that I'd keep it too. Even though I really feel $48 is too much for a baseball T.

The Daniel rainn blouse and I parted ways, because I recently found out that Nordstrom rack carries his stuff (in petite too!) for about $20-24 per blouse. While I loved this one and would've worn it all summer, I sent it back and plan to stalk Norsdtrom Rack for it (or something similar) over the next few weeks. 

$64 for a blouse I can get for $24? No thanks. 

And lastly, the London Times Maxi. 

This one was hard. It was soooo not my style, but as I said before, it sort of grew on me, mostly because it fit like a glove and made me feel so grown up in it. It was a halter top with skinny straps--but this girl doesn't own a single strapless bra and I really don't have any desire to, either. So, back it went with its $68 price tag. 

I'm slowly realizing that my definition of what i consider "cheapest price range" and stitch fix's designation of "cheapest price range" are worlds apart. 

Either way, I really enjoy getting a box every few months and seeing what the stylist puts together for me. Everything I've ever kept from fixes gets worn on a regular basis, so at least I haven't thrown money away on things that I'd just leave hanging in the closet. 


Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Ten months and....

....he sleeps!



He finally sleeps!!!!!

We're not quite at sleeping through the night status, but we have finally reached a fairly normal afternoon nap schedule and length as well as a more predictable nighttime sleep pattern!

You don't know how relieved I am.

I'm going to be totally candid here, because I know there are other moms that read my blog, and they may find themselves where I was at mid December. Here's the deal. After two months straight of not sleeping more than two hour stretches, I experienced feelings of despair, and resentment crept in over the lack of sleep. I struggled to feel the love for my youngest, non sleeping baby. He cried for what seemed like "all the time", and together we were one miserable pair. I knew this wasn't normal. This wasn't "me". 

I sought help. 

I got help.

A diagnosis of sleep deprivation and late onset post partum depression caused us to re-evaluate how we were dividing up the duties of nighttime feedings, so that I could attempt to refuel my tank and get back to feeling like myself. For the record, NZ has always offered to get up and take on feedings, but Gino was primarily breastfed, and it just made sense to me to take on feedings since NZ works outside the home and needs a functioning brain for his line of work.

We alternated getting up with Gino for feedings, and after a few nights of Nick taking on the first feeding and providing G with a bottle of formula, he was sleeping a 4-6 hour stretch. I'd wake up for the next feeding and breastfeed, and lo and behold, Gino would be awake again within an hour and a half. It was frustrating.  About this time, I had taken Gino to the pediatrician for something unrelated and we found out he had dropped from 50% in weight to 5 % in weight for his age. His last visit was in September,  just before his sleep issues began...I had an aha moment and realized my supply must've dropped when I started working out regularly in September. 

Desperate for sleep and happiness (and a healthy baby), I called it quits on breastfeeding. 

I waited to post this in case it was a fluke, but we've now had a month of only 1-2 wakings per night which still isn't sleeping through the night, but it's a hell of a lot better than where we were at the previous three months. I am one relieved and happy mama again. Gino is happier, cries less, and even sprouted two new teeth unbeknownst to us this last week.

So, word to the wise. Do what you have to do to stay sane during these early years. There's no shame in seeking help. Have no shame in waving your flag and calling in reinforcements. Do it for your kids. Do it for yourself. 

You'll see the light again, and boy is is bright and beautiful.