HBadventure Blog

I’ve waxed and waned about how I lack the crafty bone, but apparently when it comes to Mod Podge I’ll sit down and cover myself in the gooey mess with the intent of creating something. This past weekend I found myself, again, in the paper section picking out delicious colors to add atop a barn star.

I kid you not when I say that I saw no fewer than 5 other pregnant ladies wandering around the store with craft-lust in their eyes. If you feel the need to see a pregnant woman I suggest going to a craft store.

Anyhow, last night I sat down and hammered out a bumpy, sloppy, not-straight-even-though-I-used-a-ruler, paper & Mod Podge covered star. I’m happy with it, but now wonder what I’m going to do with the rest of my massive bottle of Mod Podge.

Back to the paper section to hang out with the other pregnant ladies at the craft store, I suppose.

Many people have asked us about what type of hair we think our daughter will have. Barry and I both live with heads of hair that tend to have their own life , or perhaps we just don’t care enough to ‘do’ our hair each day.

Either way, if we let months go by with out maintaining our manes, our hair becomes out of control. Looking back at old pictures this much was apparent for both of us at a young age. Barry’s curls didn’t show up for quite a while, but he’s always had a nice mound of hair atop his dome. My hair, on the other hand, looked like a Kewpie doll from the get-go. Thankfully the sides have since grown in and I no longer have the swirl of curls at the tip-top.

I have no idea what our sweet little girl’s head of hair is going to look like, but boy am I excited to find out.

I grew up next to a lake where I spent hours upon hours in the summer swimming, cannon balling, lounging, teetering on an inner tube, and solidifying friendships that will last me a lifetime. For a few summers I joined the summer swim team and competed against fellow swimmers  - letting  my hair become crisp and crude from the chlorine.

What I didn’t account for during those summer months was the love that I would develop for the water and the peace that it gives my body. In my adult life swimming is something that I know I can do and am fairly skilled at. It is one of the few things that I can keep up with Barry and, once in a blue moon, give him a run for his money.

At the start of my  pregnancy I found myself back in the pool turning laps and feeling confident with each stroke. As the second trimester came I suddenly was blasted full of energy and my days filled with work, meetings and almost anything but swimming. Now, the third trimester has arrived along with a fresh new waddle, heartburn, cramps, insomnia, and a roundness that I’d rather not acknowledge.

Today I rolled into the pool and found myself in the slow lane – gasp!  For a moment I felt defeated, saddened that I had slowly made the transition to the old lady lane; however, with my new found shape I suddenly sit atop the water and truly float. As I swam back and forth, back and forth, I found myself relaxed, comfortable, and peaceful.

The grace of the pool, more specifically the water, gave me comfort that has been recently difficult to find. I’m not in the lake water of my childhood or competing against another swimmer, but this time around I’m swimming for the sake of  nourishment.

I had a meeting with Mob Boss Pam and her crew this afternoon and we they finished the top and bottom!

It is so beautiful.

I’m in love.

Now, I’ll transport it to Anacortes so Peggy can do the actual quilting.

Yahoo!!!

A few weeks ago I found myself at the craft store gazing at the fancy paper section and admiring all the different textures, colors and themes. I don’t scrapbook or do origami and so my need for tasteful paper is really non existent.  That didn’t stop me from buying a paisley piece that I absolutely loved.

When I brought the paper home and showed it to Barry, understandably, he didn’t seem too impressed. What was I going to do with it – besides gaze at it with joy in my heart?  So, it sat and I gazed. I moved it from here to there and enjoyed the colors and soft turns of the paisley.

Also during this time I had been researching baby bedding and had decided that I did not need a bedding set and certainly not bumpers – since some people believe they aren’t safe and eventually they’ll have to be removed from the crib. I was fine with that and was planning on buying swanky sheets to go with a crib skirt that my mom had picked up.

Then I happened to see this bedding that looked like my paper – my paper that had since been moved for me to gaze at in the baby’s room. I bought the bedding set  and brought it home with the intent to see what it looked like next to my precious paper. I think I like how it looks and I’ll admit that I’ve done a bit of gazing.

Perhaps if I carry around the paper around long enough I’ll be able to make the whole room come together!

HBaby's Boots

My friend Gretchen recently sent us some adorable cowboy boots for HBaby since she knows how much we love cowboys and boots here at HBHQ.

I’m not a collector of many things, but I do love a good cowboy boot – and not necessarily ones that fit on my feet.  As I put HBaby’s boots in her closet I found myself thinking about all the other boots floating around our house.

I realized that boots come in all shapes, sizes, and styles – just like all of us.

Sydney's Favorite Pair of Boots

pre pregnancy ankles

Dear Ankles,

I didn’t know how much I loved you until I woke up a couple days ago and realized that you’d up and left. Not only that, but you left somebody else’s feet. The chubby toes and swollen ankles don’t belong to me. Swollen ankles is not a good look for anyone, no matter which way you cut it – enormously pregnant or not.

Do you have plans to return and take shape at the bottom of my body again or have you left me with these cankles forever? Rumor has it that pregnant women leave pregnancy with bigger feet, but is this true with ankles? Oh, I hope not. Come back!!

I’ll swoon over  you upon your return and show you off to anyone who is willing to listen, just don’t leave me with these water retaining things that are a poor replacement for your shape!

Love,

Hannah