The Ergo.

I feel like I should name it something special, I can't just call it The Ergo. It is so much more than that to me. Sounds funny, right? The fact that I am talking about a baby carrier. Well, it's true. I fell in love two weeks ago. [Has it only been two weeks? Wow.]

Here is the love story...

I was at the Farmer's Market one morning and had Audrey in a Hotsling. I like it. It works. But I wanted something more. Something that she could possibly fall asleep in and something that my husband wouldn't mind wearing (this was the biggest reason). Plus, she is a good 20 lb. baby at 8 months, I needed more support.

So, after hearing rave reviews about The Ergo, I went to our local awesome baby shop, Barefoot, to check it out. I was quite hesitant to dish out 100 bucks considering we are, um, broke. But, I tried it out in the store. And Audrey LOVED it. And since then, she has been in it just about every day at some point. It is super easy to put on- I wanted something that I didn't have to tie around myself fifty times and I could do quickly without assistance.


Oh, and I want to point out that Audrey has fallen asleep in it multiple times--which she NEVER would fall asleep in other carriers forward facing. And the hubster ASKS to wear Audrey now.

There are some cool features on it that I haven't found on other carriers. Like the zip pocket for keys and cell phone and other such things. And it has this cool thing-a-ma-gig that comes over the babies head when she is sleeping or needs extra support for when she is little. And did I mention you can wear it three different ways. On the front, back and even on the hip. And it goes up to 40lbs.
I seriously think it is one of my best baby purchases yet. By the way, this isn't some product review where I got it sent to me for free. I am blogging about this because I love it. Plain and simple. If you have any questions about it feel free to ask. Or if you have a carrier you just love and can't live without, let me know, I am curious!

You Capture: Summer.

Summer is here. There is no doubt about that. Welcome Indiana humidity that makes my hair look likes I stuck my finger in a light socket. And my skin sweat so bad that I think it just might fall off. It is so hot right now that I am willing to park at the very end of a parking lot just to get a tiny bit of shade over the car, even if it is just a leaf.

I don't want to complain though. I will take summer over winter any day.

So here it is. You Capture: Summer.

We spent Father's Day at Spring Mill State Park. It was hot. Muggy. And there was no a/c to escape to. But we still had fun. And it was completely and utterly adorable to see the hubster carry Audrey around in the new Ergo carrier. [I promise a post is coming soon about this great new purchase!] Don't look at the picture too long or you may began to sweat just looking at how hot Audrey looks. "Give me the water now. Dad. Now."

How would you like to dress up like a mummy in 95 degree weather and sing and grrrr on stage? We could start a band if you want to do it with me. Oh, wait, there is already one that does that. This past weekend we saw The Mummies at a local event. Yup, it was pretty much amazing and simply hilarious to watch.

This is the epitome of summer. Being at the pool. Eating a Nilla Wafer. And ohmygosh, do you see those rolls? It takes an extra five minutes to put on sunblock because I have to go through each one.

Ahhh, love. Be sure to check out other summer posts at I Should Be Folding Laundry.

Wow. It's Nice to See Green.

He's back. My 19 year old brother. For two weeks. Back from half of his one-year tour in Iraq as a Military Police officer. And one of the first things he said was "Wow, it's nice to see green. To see trees and grass." The things I take for granted every single day. He was thankful to see. It really put things into perspective.


While waiting for him to arrive. We checked out the new Indianapolis Airport. I was totally impressed. The architectural is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. And it actually didn't feel overcrowded. Or smell funny. And there was plenty of areas to people watch. [My favorite thing to do at an airport. I a thinking about taking it up as a hobby.] One of the coolest parts were the luggage made into chairs. Here I am sitting on the luggage while carrying Audrey in my new Ergo carrier [LOVE LOVE LOVE it and so does my hubster- more on that in another post.]



I was so proud to stand there waiting for him to get off the plane. I almost grabbed every single person that walked by to tell them. Then I realized I would probably look like a weirdo and be suspected of carrying firearms and taken into custody and questioned and then jailed and totally miss my brother getting off the plane. So I didn't. I just kept my excitement to myself.




P.S. Totally off subject- but I must give a shout out to Mariah for creating my new header and making my blog three columns. It looks rad, I know. Thanks!

Happy Father's Day.

This Father's Day is doubly-fun. [Doubly is another one of my made up words. My mom taught me you can add a 'y' to just about any word to make it a cooler.] I get to celebrate my own dad AND get to celebrate my hubster being a rad dad too.

I couldn't dream up a better daddy for my baby girl.

(Picture below is of Audrey at 5 days old at Riley Children's Hospital after she had her heart procedure done.)

And my own dad. Well he's amazing too. He has taught me a lot. Most importantly, he has demonstrated unending faith. It's funny how even though I am grown and starting my own family, I still will always be daddy's little girl. It is neat to see the same bond growing between Andrew and Audrey.

Happy Father's Day to two of the most important men in my life!

Jesus Rocks.

Yesterday morning I woke up and wanted to go directly back to bed. Hello, cold, cloudy, rainy, dreary day. You make me want to sleep all. day. long. [With a baby, that is never an option, but I can still dream.]

Noon. Yup, still miserable outside.

4:30pm. Um, hello, sunshine, where did you come from? [Note: Prior to this time I was saying little prayers throughout the day for it to miraculously change and become nice out due to the fact we wanted to go out on the boat.]

5pm. On the boat. Enjoying the evening. Jesus, you, rock. Thanks.

[Audrey loves the boat, she always falls asleep on the ride.]

7:00pm. Stranded on the lake. Boat does not start. Lovely.

7:30pm Sailor comes to save us. Seriously, there was no one on the lake, and all of a sudden a sailboat comes gracefully along and offers to tow us. He probably felt sorry for us- he saw my husband paddling our boat with a very wimpy oar and my dad paddling with a ski. It was quite the view. And we weren't getting anywhere fast.

8:15pm Safely to shore. Baby was very good. The weather was good. And once again, Jesus, you, rock. Thanks!

You Capture: Emotion

The first thing I thought about when I found out emotions was the next You Capture- myself. I am totally emotional. Remember this post. Where I admitted I cry easily. And I can laugh like crazy and be totally goofy and serious and sad and well, you get the point. I am an emotional gal. But, duh, I wasn't going to snap a picture of myself. So who better to capture than my baby girl and sweet nephew?

Love my almost one-year old nephew's emotions while eating away at his icecream cone.

I love capturing Audrey's innocence and happiness. While at the pool this week (like the only day it hasn't rained), Audrey sported her new $4 "Kentucky Derby" hat from Gymboree. Aren't babies the coolest? I mean they don't have a care in the world. And trust totally on someone else for all their needs to be met.

Be sure to check out more emotion pictures over at I Should Be Folding Laundry.

Oh No You Didn't.

You either like them or you don't. You either think they are a waste of time and energy or you don't. You can find a deal or you can't. You think junk is junk or you don't. You know what I am talking about, don't you?

Garage sales.

Um, hi, I love them. Last Friday night I could hardly sleep because I was so excited to get up and go. All. by. myself. early in the morning to find deals. But it is not just the deal that makes it oh, so exciting. It's the smell of Saturday morning when everyone else is sleeping (except for fellow garage salers). The dew on your flip flops. The hot cup of coffee [Oh, wait I didn't have coffee. More on that later.] The thrill of noticing someone else is eyeing the same thing and you happen to snag it first. [This totally happened to me last Saturday.] The idea that garage saleing is actually a form of recycling. And I love to think about the history of the item I buy. Who used it? How was it used? You get the idea.

Garage sales are just plain cool.

I bought this sweet vintage blue laundry basket for $2. Don't be jealous. I know you are. I am using it to store fabric in it.

As much awesomeness I find. There are occasionally those duds. And this is where the Oh No You Didn't comes into play.

A garage saler puts a lot of trust in the seller. And if you can't trust the seller, you don't buy. Like those sellers that make a living out of it. Selling everything. Every weekend. They even have a professional sign made and the garage is organized with every knick knack possible. If you want a purple flying unicorn, go to one of those garage sales. Oh, and they wear the apron with pockets in it to wheel and deal. Drive away fast from these people.

I trusted this one seller. Neighbors with one of my friends. Sweet old couple. Harmless. I bought this Starbucks coffee maker from them for $3. Hello, it made my day. Week even. Sweeeet. I could set my coffee maker to brew automatically in the morning. Yes, please. I pass on the old coffee maker to hubster to take to work. Gone. Vanished. He is set at work. I am set at home. Or so I think.

Monday morning rolls around. Of course, I am happy to wake up at 7:30. I have a new-to-me Starbucks coffee maker. Coffee in. Press button. Press button again. And again. Oh no you didn't sell me a dud.

I took it back to the house that I bought it from and set it on their porch with a note on it that read "Thanks for the broken machine. You are really nice people."

Okay, I didn't really do that. But I wanted to. And still thinking about it. Sort of.

One week later: It still sits on my kitchen counter. Teasing me. I am not even sure what to do with it. So it has been Chai tea for me all week. No coffee. Zip. Zero. And I feel it everyday.