Last Saturday, I woke up early with one goal in mind: To make it to Lulu Burgess when they opened at 9 a.m. so I could be among the first 24 customers to purchase a certain amount and get a free scarf. My ambition paid off, and even though I had a 15-month-old in tow, I was able to find gifts for a variety of family members, mostly thanks to Lulu Burgess owner Nan Sutton and her lovely staff offering to hold and entertain aforementioned baby (my daughter Selah, who can be very adorable, but also very stubborn, thus making browsing a bit of a challenge). But I got my scarf, and being that it was Small Business Saturday, they also gave me a nice “Shop Small” tote bag for free.
As I headed down Bay Street after my spree, I passed Sweet Bay, where they were just opening and the friendly owner offered to take a picture of me and Selah in front of Santa and Mrs. Claus, which was part of a festive display at the front of the store. I sat down on a decorative chair, and the photo came out cute, a perfect way to document my outing.
I continued down Bay, and went to Greenfish Gallery, where I bought some other locally made gifts. Then I ended up at Palm & Moon and ordered my favorite bagel sandwich to go.
By then my tiny helper was melting down and wouldn’t let me hold her hand to keep her from running right into the street, so I knew it was time to go home. But I felt productive and happy. It was a fabulous morning, and the stores I visited were bustling with friendly folks.
I don’t know the precise calculations as to whether Small Business Saturday was a success in Beaufort, but from my personal account, I could see the support and enthusiasm for shopping locally all around downtown and it made me feel lucky to live in such a special place.
Last weekend brought the first truly cold evening and as I snuggled into my flannel pajama pants, I thought of you. This month is both of our birthdays and I remember picking and carving pumpkins and getting ready for my favorite holiday, Halloween.
It’s such a busy time of year and we have so much going on just at our house. The big news is that Selah started walking, and now she can’t be stopped. At 14 months, she’s as feisty and independent as ever, and she looks like a Mini Me, fat cheeks and all. It seems obvious that the sassy gene you passed down to me will live on for another generation, and also that we are totally in for it if she grows up to be anything like her stubborn mama and headstrong grandma.
What can I say about Wolfe? He’s 2 and a half and way too smart for his own good. He’s quite the character and jokester and makes us laugh often. Not going to lie, he’s going through a bit of the Terrible Two’s as far as pushing boundaries (which he does well and often) but his fun, vivacious personality makes up for the sometime naughty behavior. He loves music and his guitar and his tastes range from The Avett Brothers to Katy Perry.
Daniel and I are doing well, too. We still like to watch our family shows “Survivor” and “Amazing Race” together, and most days are divided up into work and taking care of little kids. Earlier in the year I was doing really good exercising and eating right, but recently I have fallen off the healthy bandwagon and increased my workload and overall feel like a crazy person.
I’d like to think you’re looking down on us and can see your grandkids. They are, like, everything you could hope for — silly and smart and active and sweet (and also demanding and exhausting. Why didn’t you ever tell me kids were so much work?) Sometimes I hope you’re not watching us, especially when I’m tired or impatient and the kids are fussy or whiny and something will happen, like the cat puking on the carpet, that will just send me over the edge and I either freak out at any unsuspecting animal or human in my path or go lay on my bed and close my eyes and wish the day was over. I guess every mom has moments like that, and it’s during those times I wish I could talk to you most. We would have long conversations like we used to, and then you would try to give me advice and I would get mad and defensive and sometimes even hung up the phone because I didn’t want to listen to your help. Ha, just thinking of how I used to act like such a brat makes me laugh and cry at the same time. I’m sad because I’m sorry for putting you through such hell (especially as a teenager). And I’m laughing because it’s not until now, with my own kids, that I can understand what you must have been going through but will never be able to say thank you for everything you gave me and all the love you bestowed on me, even when I didn’t deserve it. I hope to be half as good a mom to my kids as you were to me. I miss you and love you.
This week, in the throes of my deadlines — which for me falls on Tuesday evenings, meaning I probably haven’t showered since the weekend and have gotten very little sleep in the past two days and still have one long night ahead of me and, even though I work from home, nothing has been done in terms of doing the laundry or picking up after the kids or feeding the pets — as I sit hunched over my computer in my “office” (which is actually just a messy desk in the corner of our dining room) my husband, Daniel, who had only been home for about 10 minutes after a day at work and picking up our two kids from daycare and is still dressed in his suit and tie, asks me if I would call him A: The love of my life; B: My baby daddy; or C: Some guy I share a house with.
I laughed and replied, “I guess all three.”
Then I asked him, “Would you call me A: Your fun, sexy wife; B: Your baby mama; or C: Some crazy lady who sits in front of a computer all day and night.” He laughed too, and right before he went outside to walk the dog, he added, “You forgot ‘Love of my life.’”
I was glad he left and couldn’t see me start to cry a little because that was the best, sweetest thing he could have said, and it reminded me how special he is and how lucky I feel to have him in my life.
Happy fifth anniversary, babe. Looks like we made it.
I don’t know if there’s a scientific phenomenon that causes the earth to spin faster and the hours and days to go by so quickly, or it’s just a symptom of getting older, either way, I feel like the past year has flown by.
This time last year I was sitting in my hospital bed at Beaufort Memorial holding a one-day old baby girl in my arms, grateful for her beauty and perfection, and even more grateful to be done with the nine months of pregnancy.
Although I remember details about that day with surprising clarity, I feel like I can’t remember specifics about the entire year that followed. Seriously, I can’t believe my baby just turned 1. She always looked so little compared to her big 2-year-old brother, but now she’s so close to walking, she’s right there with him defending her territory, taking his toys, trying to eat his food off the plate, and looking up at her parents with her big bright eyes and adorable smile filled with four teeth.
My sweet Selah has gone from an easy-going infant to a spunky chick seemingly overnight. I would describe her as a pistol, a character, energetic, silly and so smart. She has so many looks and expressions, you can just see the wheels turning inside her fuzz-covered head.
When she doesn’t get what she wants and throws herself on the floor dramatically, it’s hard not to laugh. But then I see the future and know that we’re totally in for it because I also see the past and know that I used to do the same thing. My husband’s favorite phrase when she’s acting naughty or sly is “she comes by it honestly; she’s just like her mom.”
I can’t slow down time or reverse it, so I am trying to enjoy my amazing girl as she is now. I wish her all the happiness that can fill one’s heart with joy and wonder, just as she has filled my heart with love that grows deeper each day.
I am faced with this dilemma every year: What do I get my husband, Daniel, for Father’s Day?
I am a notoriously poor gift-giver. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s mostly that I am so last minute: By the time I think of something thoughtful and cool, it’s the day before and too late to find it or order it, and I usually give up in frustration.
It’s in that moment of frustration I think, “In the past two years, I’ve given him two beautiful children, really, what more does he want?”
But once I get past that flash of selfishness, I realize that the hardest part for me is finding a gift that represents all that Daniel does for his children and his family. How can I find a gift that equals his patience and kindness and involvement? What item can express my love and gratitude for being understanding and funny, even when we are completely exhausted at the end of the day?
Of course, I knew when we got married that Daniel would be a good dad. But this year has proven that he’s not just a good dad, but a great father. With a 2-year-old boy and a 9-month-old girl, these are chaotic times in our house as we navigate through Babyland. With both of us working, things can get stressful when the baby gets fussy or our toddler throws a temper tantrum and won’t go to sleep in his big boy bed.
Through it all, though, Daniel has shown me what it means to be a good parent in all the little things he does for the kids, especially for our son, Wolfe.
He goes to great lengths to make sure that Wolfe has healthy, balanced meals and tries a variety of food. It’s such a sweet act to see Daniel cut a cucumber into little bites, and add just a dollop of ranch dressing to the plate. Then he watches proudly as Wolfe eats every bite.
He also goes online and researches popular children’s books so when he goes to the library during his lunch hour at work he can pick out the best books to bring home to read with Wolfe. And even though he’s probably read “Curious George Makes Pancakes” more than 100 times, he still uses funny voices and reads it in bed with Wolfe when he asks.
With our daughter, Selah, even though I spend all day with her at home, as soon as her dad walks into the room, her fat little face lights up with a big smile — revealing her two little bottom teeth — and she can’t crawl to him fast enough.
I’m also trying not to take it personally that her first word was “Da-da.” (OK, I get it. Mama’s on deadline and wishes Dada were home too, but you don’t see me saying his name every five minutes.)
But even though I don’t say it enough, I couldn’t be more proud of Daniel or more grateful to have him in my life. I’ve watched him evolve from a father-to-be who had never even changed a diaper to a full-fledged, hands-on dad who doesn’t think twice about cleaning a dirty diaper and knows just the right combination of powder and Desitin to fight diaper rash.
So this year, in addition to my unending love, I want to give him something special. And I think it will be exciting to see the look on his face when I reveal his gift. Surprise! Here’s the double jogging stroller you’ve always wanted!
SHOP LOCAL WITH THESE FATHER’S DAY GIFT IDEAS
FOR THE FOODIE DAD
• The Chocolate Tree makes special treats that will make dad smile.
• Specialty olive oils and vinegars from Olive the Above will definitely impress the man who loves to cook.
• Upgrade dad’s old grill with an awesome new version from Grayco.
FOR THE OUTDOORSY DAD
• Bay Street Outfitters has gear for guys as well as fishing equipment.
• A yearlong pass to Hunting Island State Park will save money when the whole family goes to the beach.
FOR THE FUNNY DAD
• Lulu Burgess carries a variety of humorous cards and books that will make any funny father chuckle.
FOR THE SENTIMENTAL DAD
• Book a family photo session with a local photographer for memories that will last a lifetime.
FOR THE BEER-SNOB DAD
• Piggly Wiggly features an excellent growler station and selection of unique craft beer.
I don’t pretend to be an expert on taxes and governmental finances. Millage rates, fiscal year budgets, these sometimes go over my head, but I would like to think I have a basic grasp on spending and the role of the taxpayer.
Many actions recently taken by the city of Beaufort make me question if funds are being used effectively, especially the project to replace lamp posts downtown. It seems the “candy cane” lamp posts are expensive to fix and maintain. Why wasn’t this addressed when they were first purchased? But now that new ones are being installed, I hope they will find better placements. Have you ever tried to push a stroller down Charles Street? It’s difficult because the lamp posts take up so much of the sidewalk.
Between the costs of the Office of Civic Investment and the recent selection of a private developer for the marina parking lot, it feels like there are a lot of unanswered questions when it comes to public involvement and the transparency of public dollars.
Add to that the county offering to pay $850,000 for a machine that would attract private businesses, in a deal that may or may not pan out at this point, and it only fuels my skepticism.
I guess the dollar amount of these projects wouldn’t have bothered me so much if I hadn’t just received a bill in the mail for my property taxes. Under the county’s recent property reassessment, the value of my house has dropped more than $20,000 since I bought it in 2004. (It seems odd anyway that the price of my house has gone down when the safety of the neighborhood and the condition of surrounding homes have only improved, but that’s another story.)
OK, fine, I understand it’s a difficult real estate market since the recession and many people’s homes were affected during the reassessment. It sucks, but I can accept it. What I’m having a much harder time accepting is the fact that while the value of my house has decreased, my taxes this year have increased by more than $100. What?
I also understand that my tax bill is not directly linked to city or county projects, but putting them all together creates an interesting dichotomy, one that I find frustrating and frankly makes me lose a little faith.
Like I said, I’m not an accountant or a financial expert, but when I hear about local governments spending (or some might say wasting, but I won’t go that far) taxpayer’s dollars on projects that deserve more transparency or were not managed properly from the beginning, sometimes it just seems like things don’t add up.
I’m pretty sure I announce my love of fall every year at this time, so this year is no different. Or is it? The things I love about this season haven’t changed: cool mornings, college football, pumpkin-flavored everything. But between my husband, Daniel, and I, our roles and responsibilities have changed and we enter autumn as the parent of two young kids, both working and Daniel completing graduate classes toward his MBA. Basically, we’re totally busy and crazy.
This time of year is also our anniversary and it’s a reminder of the day we tied the knot in Beaufort four years ago. So much has changed for us since then, it’s comforting to look back and remember the fun of having all our family and friends together as we said our vows. It was the best decision I ever made to marry Daniel and I can’t imagine my life without him. I’m so grateful for his love and patience, and watching him as an amazing dad only makes me love him more. I feel fortunate to celebrate with my favorite person during my favorite time of the year.
When my husband and I first started dating, we came home one day and discovered a bouquet of flowers on our front porch that had been delivered to the wrong address. The note attached simply read: “ITS WORTH IT ALL. XOXOXOXO.” At the time we thought it was funny. Today, seven years later, we still have the note, and it has become an inside joke between us. (When times are stressful or hard, we like to say, “Remember, babe, it’s worth it all!”)
Wolfe, Dad and Selah dancing. It’s moments like these that make it worth it all.
This phrase seems particularly appropriate for us right now as we welcome home a baby girl, Selah Mary, and become accustomed to life with a newborn and a 19-month-old toddler, Wolfe.
I find it amazing that even though Wolfe and Selah are so close in age, not even two years apart, I had already forgotten about the specific needs of a newborn — especially being on-call at all hours of the night. This was hard with one baby, but we’ve found it even more challenging with two. Fortunately, Wolfe has always been an excellent sleeper. Once we put him to bed in his crib, he usually sleeps through the night, and has since he was about four months. But he still has his moments, as we realized this past week when I was up tending to Selah, and my husband Daniel had to go pacify a distraught Wolfe. At one point, as the clock read some ungodly hour, we both ended up in the dining room, each with a crying child in our arms. If we weren’t so tired, we would have been laughing, but instead it was a snarky exchange that went something like, “Is this what we signed up for?”
Selah also makes Wolfe look like a giant — I swear that kid gained five pounds during the two days I was in the hospital, I felt like he could barely pick him up. The difference is especially apparent in the size of their diapers, hers look teeny tiny.
A lot of people have asked me how Wolfe is adjusting to having a new baby sister. I guess you never know how the older child will respond, just like you’re not sure how your dog will respond when you bring the first baby home. Luckily for us, our black lab, Lefty, has been good with our growing family (although I’m sure she feels somewhat neglected since so much of our energy now is focused on babies). And also Wolfe is very sweet and excited about his sister. His favorite new word is “bay-BE” and he’s constantly monitoring her location. He touches her gently — most of the time — and has learned how to help mom and dad with the baby’s bottles. His behavior has actually been better than we anticipated, and I’m sure some of that will eventually change, but it also shows how mature he’s becoming, and he’s not our Little Boo anymore.
One of the things I have learned is that time moves fast and some memories are ultimately fleeting. It feels like our transition from carefree newlyweds to responsible parents occurred before we even knew it, so it is important to cherish the time we get to spend with our little humans.
When my baby girl tilts her tiny head my direction and opens her eyes wide when she hears my voice, the voice she’s listened to these past nine months, I am filled with a love that is so complete. I want to kiss her sweet face all the time (well, except when she’s crying, then she turns into an angry raisin face).
I realize now why parents are able to love their kids unconditionally and forgive so many transgressions as they get older: They remember all the times when they rocked their babies or gazed at their innocent sleeping faces or caressed their wrinkled little hands and marveled that they created something so perfect.
So when both babies are up crying at 3 in the morning, I have to remind myself that the exhaustion is just temporary; I know ultimately that taking care of my kids, having us all together and healthy and the well-being of my family is worth it all.
After nine long months, the time has finally come for me to succumb to my condition and take off on maternity leave.
Unlike my first pregnancy, I feel like this one has taken its toll. With the first one, I relished comments such as, “You look great, you’re glowing!” This time, one look into my tired eyes often prompts a patronizing, “How are you feeling?” But what they really mean to say is, “Whoa, you look rough!”
It’s for this reason, and many others — including awful acid reflux and extreme exhaustion — that I am glad the end is in sight.
During my time off, I’m looking forward to kicking back and reading books on the beach, sipping cocktails by the pool, spending quality alone time …. um, oops, I’m sorry, that was me talking from Fantasyland.
Instead, I’ll be making last minute improvements to my house, and trying to pretend that I don’t notice how everything needs to be cleaned but realizing I’m too tired to do anything about it. I’ll also be spending a week on “vacation” with my in-laws.
On or around August 7, we’ll be welcoming a new baby girl into the world. Then the rest of the month we’ll be adjusting to the needs of a newborn, as well as taking care of an increasingly willful toddler. Throw in several weeks of my own visiting relatives, and I anticipate a very busy, and possibly even stressful, time off.
But as I find myself immersed in Babyland, there is still so much happening in the community, including the start of fall sports, and of course, to the excitement of every student, the start of the school year. I hope our readers continue to send their photos and stories to firstname.lastname@example.org; I’ll see you in September.
The Fourth of July is a special holiday for Americans, as most families gather together and have their own traditions about how they celebrate the freedom of our nation.
Although the traditions in my family have evolved over the years as we’ve all gotten older, the main focus is still on the fireworks.
When I was little, I remember holding my ears and shrieking once I heard the first boom in the sky. But after catching a glimpse of the exploding color and shapes, I couldn’t take my eyes off the magical display that lit up the night.
I have been fortunate to have seen countless amazing fireworks, and memories of these shows makes July Fourth one of my favorite holidays.
The town where I grew up, Montville, N.J., always put on fabulous fireworks. Everyone would meet at the high school and set up blankets in the surrounding fields. When we were younger we would beg our parents to buy us glow-in-the-dark necklaces; when we were teenagers, we would ditch our parents and go meet up with our friends. Once darkness fell, the lights and music would start on the football field, then the colors would shoot into the air — pretty circles, whizzing rockets, giant BOOMS would elicit “ooo” and “ahhs” from the enraptured crowd.
One year, my parents took us to the Statue of Liberty to see the awesome fireworks light up the New York harbor.
Another year, on a trip cross-country, I found myself in Telluride, Colorado, for July Fourth, where the dry conditions prevented fireworks. Instead, I saw General Norman Schwartzkopf lead the parade through town, and later in the day I saw a double rainbow clear across the mountains.
Most recently, our family has established our Independence Day tradition on Hilton Head Island, where we’ve been going on vacation since the ’80s. The fireworks in Harbour Town, on the south end of the island, are an easy walk from my parents’ condo, so we bring our chairs and blankets and set up on the 18th green of the Harbour Town Golf Course. The fireworks come from a barge in the water and explode beautifully over Calibogue Sound, the lighthouse and the boats in the harbor. It’s lovely and inspiring, and always seems to end too fast.
With my own growing family, I am excited about building our own traditions, and passing on the fascination of the fireworks to my kids.