And the waiting game begins…
And the waiting game begins…
I started my maternity leave on Monday and now the waiting game begins. Baby G #2 isn’t due until July 20th, so I am enjoying the final weeks I have alone with my first baby, Meyer London. While I am definitely enjoying my time with her, I am also realizing that it is quite the job being a stay at home mom. Not that I had any doubts prior to this experience, but wow, taking care of a two-and-a-half-year old while 9 months pregnant (in this 100 degree heat might I add) is freaking hard! In my head I was thinking that during this time off, not only will I have time with Meyer, but I was going to write, bake, tackle some pickling I have been meaning to do, rest and get some sun by the pool. Guess how much of that I have done? I made one loaf of banana bread, sat outside for 10 minutes today and am writing this now. And speaking of rest (or lack there of), Meyer has apparently realized that she wants to be an Olympic Pole-vaulter when she grows up because she now hurls herself out of her crib so smoothly and swiftly every night and runs into our room. This literally started on Day 1 of my maternity leave, so that’s been a lot of fun. I now get up a few times during the night to intercept her in the hallway and try to coax her back to her room (I guess she is just giving me practice for the upcoming months ahead). She definitely senses all the changes happening in the Gudino household.
But we have been doing all kinds of activities together like trying out soccer and dance, going to the library for story times, running errands together (after each store she asked if that store was called ‘Errand’), movie nights together on the couch and extra cuddle time before bed. I am trying to squeeze in all the time I can with Meyer before our home gets taken over by a baby. I pray that she will take to the new baby transition well and not be too jealous of Lil’ Gudino or too clingy to mommy. I’m also trying to treasure the special moments and sweet snuggles between us since they may be few and far between soon since I will be busy breast-feeding, not sleeping and entertaining the littlest member of our family.
Last weekend, we conquered yet another music festival (Meyer’s third) with the little one in tow acting like seasoned vets. We had so much fun at Arroyo Seco Weekend for the second year in a row and luckily Meyer was an angel for us! Not only was the weather a perfect mix of sunny and breezy, with no humidity like last year, but the atmosphere was so happy and alive. There were so many families in attendance…Dads holding their kid’s hands and Moms pushing strollers around, that we felt right at home. There were a handful of first time music fest parents who were carting around giant wagons stuffed to the brim with every baby product under the sun, and the more experienced music fest junkies whose kids (like mine) were grooving to the music and strutting around with their flower crowns like they owned the place.
With a toddler, you can’t expect to see every band you want, especially when they tend to come on in the evening, so we had to pick and choose who we saw. We enjoyed the music of Jeff Goldblum and the Mildred Spitzer Orchestra, Fantastic Negrito, Gary Clark Jr. and Alanis Morissette. Meyer was seriously dancing all over our blanket and I even caught her bobbing her head to the beat while on Anthony’s shoulders a few times. We ate until we couldn’t have another bite and relished in the atmosphere of a great Southern California weekend. I was in heaven sitting in the shade on our Mickey Mouse blanket, sipping my cider from 101 Cider House, enjoying the tunes and magical weather with my family. Being from Maine, I had to try the lobster tacos and lobster Mac and Cheese at Wicked Maine Lobster, which did not disappoint. There was so much lobster piled high on that bowl of creamy mac and cheese, I was shocked! Then we satisfied our sweet tooth with a vegan, gluten-free, organic yogurt cone from Yoga-urt (one scoop strawberry and one scoop vanilla), a vegan chocolate chip cookie from The Naughty Cookie and donuts from Dream Donut Truck. I highly recommend the lemonade donut, it will change your life!
If your kids wanted to explore a little more, you could check out Visions of the Future by NASA’s Jet Propulsion Lab. The cool looking dome had planets hanging from the ceiling, an astronaut photo opportunity and activities for kids with fun ways to learn about the solar system. One of my favorite things about the Arroyo Seco Festival is the Kidsspace Children’s Museum area, which offered drum circles, a play space for toddlers, bubbles and various other activities for kids. They could play with musical instruments, take a photo with a drum set, or make their own guitars and buttons. I encountered another mom inside the play space who admitted that she was a little nervous about bringing her two kids to a music festival for the first time so her and her husband left them at home on Saturday, so they could scope it out without them. She said she felt guilty though once she got to the festival since she saw so many families and kids enjoying the day. She agreed with me that there were a lot of activities for her kids if they got bored with the music but thought next time she would get some headphones for them to muffle the noise. It’s all about being prepared! It doesn’t hurt to bring too much the first time, but you will learn what you need the next time you go. Depending on the venue, low back chairs and a blanket are always key, as well as a stroller or a wagon (depending on how big your kids are), headphones, plenty of sunscreen, wet wipes, antibacterial hand gel, snacks and empty water bottles (they can be filled at the water stations).
As I have said before, music festivals are the perfect place for kids to soak in the culture, tunes and experiences they have to offer. But be prepared, be positive and don’t expect your kid to be perfect. There could be meltdowns that will cause you to miss your favorite bands. There will be potty breaks in the middle of your favorite song, but there will also be memories made and a heck of an awesome weekend for the little one to tell their friends about. Although we didn’t make it to see Kings of Leon (hey, it was a Sunday night and Meyer (also Mommy and Daddy) has a bedtime!) we still had an amazing and memorable weekend and will certainly be back next year for more!
Photo credits: Arroyo Seco Weekend
Guys, I am so excited to head back to Arroyo Seco Weekend in Pasadena to cover the festival for Highchairs and Heels! Not only is this one of my faves but it is where the idea for my blog sprouted from. It was at the inaugural festival last year, where I was sitting with Meyer and a girl came up to me and asked if she could take a picture of us for her mommy blog. Mommy blog? Why wasn’t I already on top of that one? I knew that would not be my last music festival with Meyer, let alone any other crazy adventure….and BOOM! Highchairs and Heels was born. And this year, I actually get to go back and discover everything Arroyo Seco Weekend has to offer for parents and kids alike…again! The food, the drinks (more for my husband since I’m 8 months pregnant), the music, the atmosphere and the people! I am so excited to be the girl this year who is going around asking mothers how they feel about taking their kids to music festivals, if they have any tips for me and if this is their first time experiencing Arroyo Seco Weekend. We are the few brave mommies who venture out into this music festival world with our kids (and bellies in my case) in tow to have a fun time, just as we did when we were single. And as I have said before, kids can have a blast too! Last year, they had an entire Kids Zone sponsored by Kidspace Children’s Museum set up where little ones could do art projects, make their own music and cool off. Meyer did not want to leave that tent! And on a more somber note, Meyer got to see Tom Petty perform at one of his last shows before he died in October. What toddler can say that?
A few of the performers that I am excited to see this year are Jack White, Kings of Leon, Third Eye Blind, Alanis Morissette, Fantastic Negrito and Jeff Goldblum. Within the vast array of food and drink vendors that will be there, I am excited to check out Baby Love Sweetery, Beer Belly, Chilola’s Fine Filipino Tacos, Hanjip, Ms. Chi, The Naughty Cookie, Yoga-urt and The Ponte to name a few. And even though I won’t be able to partake in any drinking, my husband will surely enjoy the Glenfiddich Experimental Dome where he can sip on some craft cocktails like the banana daiquiri, strawberry rhubarb daiquiri, grapefruit mule and rocket pop snow cone! So, stay tuned for my coverage of the Arroyo Seco Weekend June 23rd & 24th in Pasadena. I can’t wait to share it with you guys!
When you’re a mom, you will do anything for your kid. I’m not just talking about the many times you have taken a booger from your child’s finger and wiped it on your own pants or spending endless hours watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, but the little things that we have done for our kids just to make them smile. Meyer is obsessed with Elsa from Frozen to the point where she is wearing her glittery blue dress pretty much every day when I get home from work. She has the Barbie doll, the stuffed doll, the movie, the coloring books. You name it, she probably has it. But the one thing that she can’t have? A braid in her hair just like Elsa. I know, wipe your eyes, it is extremely depressing. Her hair just won’t grow long yet! And every time she sees anyone with a braid, or I wear a braid, or she sees Elsa’s braid, she just looks at me with those sad eyes and says, “Mommy, I want a braid like Elsa!” I couldn’t take it anymore! I decided to take this matter into my own hands last night. I gathered some of my long, blonde hair extensions, a blue headband from her collection and my sewing kit. About thirty minutes later, I had crafted a sweet little homemade Elsa braid to give to Meyer. When I presented my little gift to her the next day, her face lit up like I had just told her she had landed the starring role in the Broadway version of Frozen. She was so happy and immediately put on her new headband. Today is only Day One, but I’m pretty sure she is never going to take that thing off.
Depending on your body, your tolerance and your support system, pregnancy can be exhausting. Especially when you are 34 weeks and still feel like you can still do everything but naturally can’t, like me. I was the girl who could carry my toddler, the laundry basket full of clothes and a bag of groceries throughout the house with ease. Now my toddler has to carry me, my purse and her baby bag wherever we go. I do have my days where I feel like I can still skip up and down the stairs whistling happily, but those days are getting to be few and far between. My daily strength workouts have changed to a few squats and a push up a few times a week, my weekday lunch break walks have slowed down and incorporated more time on benches than on my feet and I am in bed by 8:00 PM nightly. But there are a few things that keep me going that I make sure to incorporate into my daily routine. I know these things are beneficial to my body and my baby, so it is crucial that I don’t forget to do them.
Every morning, I drink my concoction of water, lemon juice, honey and my Standard Process Prebiotic Inulin powder (a Prebiotic that feeds the good bacteria in the gut). Then I take my prenatal vitamins and my Floradix Iron and Herbs supplement. For my prenatals, my personal choice is a combination of Standard Process vitamins that support pregnant mothers and their unborn babies. I opted out of the traditional over the counter prenatal vitamins that contain a handful of ingredients that I couldn’t pronounce and went with a more homeopathic route when I was pregnant with Meyer and chose to do the same with Baby G #2. Call me a hippie, but Standard Process vitamins are all natural and derived from food, so I know exactly what I am ingesting. I take Folic Acid B12, Calcium Lactate and Tuna Omega 3 Oil along with my balanced diet. Another step I never miss? I make sure to lather my belly every morning and night with either coconut oil or Shea Moisture lotion. Lastly, (and when I can), I try to squeeze in a walk or a strength training workout at least 3 times a week. It is so important to stay active (unless of course advised by your doctor not to) whether it is a simple walk around the block, yoga or a quick dip in the pool. (I think sitting on the couch in yoga pants watching TV with a resistance band around your legs works too). A good foot massage from the hubby, a hot bubble bath and a classic chick flick also should be incorporated into your week too…just sayin’.
Trying to keep myself happy and healthy with this pregnancy is exhausting enough but to be honest, I don’t remember my first pregnancy being this tiring! I remember being 8 months pregnant and still doing my Tracy Anderson workout videos in our loft downtown and walking up and down 7 flights of stairs daily a week before my due date. Then it dawned on me. Meyer was making me exhausted! I mean, I’m not blaming her or anything, but being pregnant alone is a lot easier than being pregnant with a toddler. Not only am I trying to get through my daily duties carrying around a watermelon in my belly, but I have a clingy toddler (who would be my personal cape if she could) that I am constantly chasing around. Which got me thinking about everything else I did with the first pregnancy that I didn’t with the second. Oh, poor second baby, they never have it as good as the first-born, right? You always hear the stories and see the commercials about the difference between the first and second born (organic everything vs. generic brand and using anti-bacterial on everything vs. simply brushing it off) but let me tell you, it is the truth! With Meyer, I documented my growing bump with a weekly picture in front of my chalkboard wall with the week # spelled out in chalk. I have yet to snap one weekly bump picture with Baby #2. I did a maternity shoot when I was pregnant with Meyer where I proudly displayed my naked self in the dusty hills of Temecula but never did that with Baby #2. I used to read to my bump and play music to it with one of those pregnancy audio belts during my first pregnancy but with Baby #2, it just gets a few nudges from Meyer and the music I listen to in the car.
A few weekends ago, my husband and I took our two-year old daughter on a trip to Austin, Texas and to the exact location where we said our ‘I Dos.’ It felt like home to be back and was heartwarming to see Meyer stomping around in the very spot where we began our life together and technically the thought of her eventually coming into the world. We even had a tree planted next to the ceremony site that Meyer got to see. To her it was just a tree and a rock but to us it commemorated a very special moment in our lives.
To bring Meyer to Austin was very special to us and we had to mark the occasion by buying her some cowboy boots, of course! The entire time we were there, she kept saying ‘Austin, Texas’ over and over again and didn’t want to take off her new boots once they were on her feet. We ate BBQ, walked up and down Congress Avenue, checked out a street fair on 6th Street, went to a few breweries and even got to see the famed bats emerge from the Congress Avenue Bridge. But the most special moment was taking her to Memory Lane Event Center in Dripping Springs, TX (right outside of Austin) where we got married on March 27, 2015. We chose this venue due to its proximity between California and Maine and because Austin is one of our favorite cities. Yes, she cried all the way there because she had to pee so bad and didn’t want to go on the potty. Then she ended up pooping in her Pull-Up in the parking lot, leaving Anthony and I a big mess to clean up, but all things aside, we were finally at Memory Lane with her in tow. Phew! Once we composed ourselves, we walked inside and were greeted by the friendly and familiar faces that had helped us out on our special day. It was crazy to be back and it felt like we were just there, prepping for the big day. We roamed the property, found our tree and snapped a few pictures where we said our vows and were pronounced husband and wife. It was such an incredible moment and we hope that Meyer can one day look back and thank us for sharing that special memory with her.
When I was pregnant with Meyer, the only ailment I suffered from (besides the giant tummy, indigestion and pregnancy waddle) was constant bloody noses. Which was totally normal for me because I had been getting nose bleeds since I was a kid, these were just more frequent due to pregnancy Rhinitis. But with this baby, I developed a full on sinus infection along with the nose bleeds, which was awesome! I didn’t even realize it was a sinus infection until I woke up one morning and the whole right side of my nose and cheek were swollen. It was one of those things where I could see my cheek from my eye line, so I was convinced that I looked like Sloth from The Goonies, even though it really wasn’t that bad. Along with going to an Ear, Nose and Throat doctor to get antibiotics that were approved by my OB/GYN, my holistic chiropractor told me that I should try the Neti Pot. The what pot? I had heard of this contraption but was very reluctant to use it, fearing that I would choke or sneeze mid-cleanse. And who wants to manipulate that feeling of having water up their nose themselves? That’s the WORST feeling ever! Hesitantly, I went to CVS and bought one. It looked like a tiny teapot that Meyer used in her Minnie Mouse brunch set, except you shove it up your nose. So, I filled it up with filtered water, added the packet of saline and gave it a shot. ACK! What a strange, yet satisfying feeling. As I was leaning over my sink, with the spout in one of my nostrils, the saline solution was traveling through my nasal passage and coming out the other nostril. Although it felt and looked crazy weird, it actually worked! I highly recommend it, if you can stomach that jumping into a pool without your nose plugged feeling.
Hey guys! I know you have all been waiting on pins and needles for my next favorite list, so here it is: there’s no sarcasm there, I swear! : )
Meyer is officially obsessed with wearing her Disney Princess dresses. Obsessed. Like to the point where she wants to put them on immediately when she wakes up and even wear them when she goes to bed (I had to put my foot down with that one). She has two Elsa dresses from Frozen, a Tinkerbell dress, a Minnie Mouse dress and newest to the collection? Elena of Avalor. We have no issues with Meyer wearing any of the dresses except that damn Elena dress….she is like the newest addition to the family that kind of crept up out of nowhere and has taken over the entire house. What do I mean by that? One word for you…GLITTER. It is as if I am living with an actual real life fairy, you guys. There is glitter everywhere. I wake up and there is glitter on my face. My husband will get to work and there is glitter on his backpack. It’s like the glitter finds ways into everything, even when the dress isn’t there! And to boot, we just got a new couch, which now shimmers and shines because Meyer walked into the living room wearing that dress and POOF- sparkle party! We have now restricted Meyer to basically only wearing that dress when she is A.) outside B.) standing in the empty bath tub, not moving, or C.) when she is at anyone else’s home but ours. But I can’t do that to my little girl, right? She loves that dress! So, I figured that I have two options. I can follow my Princess around all day, like her royal court, only with a vacuum in my hand, or I can figure out a way to keep sparkles from falling off clothes. My internet search engine must think I am a stripper or something with all the ‘glitter’/’sparkle’/’removing glitter’ searches I have done over the past few days. But I finally think I found a solution to this problem. I soaked the dress in cold water, shook the hell out of it (I was totally humming AC/DC’s ‘Shook Me All Night Long’ the entire time) and sprayed it with hairspray. Apparently, that will keep the sparkles on and keep my house from looking as if Dorothy and her ruby red slippers angrily stomped around every inch of my home…