Swim School.

Harlow Jude recently began swim lessons, and man did she have a hard time. Harlow Jude loves the pool, but she loves the pool with mom and dad not a stranger. She was suncreened up, had her swim cap on and was ready to go in until I handed her off to her instructor, Aimee, who p.s. was incredible with her. Harlow Jude did cry the entire thirty minutes, but she also swam on her back, kicked her little feet, put her face in and began blowing bubbles. While her crying wasn’t ideal, it will get better I’m sure. We’re able to use the pool every single day they’re open, which is a huge perk and we utilized their salt water pools after the lesson to show Harlow Jude that swimming can be fun and she did have fun.

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Big Girl.

First off, I’m sorry for being away so long. Secondly, man there is so much to share. Lastly, I’ll spare the details as to why we haven’t been here in so long, and so onto Harlow Jude.

Harlow Jude has officially transitioned into her very own toddler bed. She has an odd fascination with pillows lately, so I thought it would be fun to let her pick out her own. I have officially found out what more sleep feels like, not a lot of sleep, but more and I’ll take it. She wakes up only twice now, a vast improvement from the atrocious number I’m too embarrassed to even share with you. All in all, a very successful investment.

She can’t be without pepper of course, she sleeps with her every single night and wakes up every single morning and says pepper and gives her a kiss.

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Harlow Jude wanted to go into Emerson’s crib and immediately attempted to climb out, proving not only that she could, but also that the bed was the way to go with her.

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Sleeplessness.

I’m lying in bed next to Harlow Jude, Jacob has already left for work, the weather can’t quite decide if it’s going to stay cool enough to pull a sheet over me or so bitterly hot just it has been everyday for too many days to count. The clock on my cell phone, because let’s be honest who has a real clock these days, lights up to tell me the stock market is about to open. So instead of going back to sleep, I watch the ticker of our stocks teeter high and low questioning if it’s time to sell, which I’m sure will carry my obsession all day until the market closes.

Harlow Jude hasn’t slept all night. And when I write all night, I mean has woken up every hour since midnight crying out “mama, mama.” I’ve allowed her to cry it out at times, I’ve given in and nursed her immediately, and I’ve been so annoyed by it I’ve said in a stern voice, “stop it, you’re fine,” and then given in and nursed her. As much as my desire for a good night sleep is at the forefront of my every day thought for the last 16 months (more like 19 because who can really sleep in their third trimester), the idea of lying through bloody murder shrills of her all night for a few nights on end because I won’t nurse her sound more miserable to me than not sleeping itself. While I lie here in my own making of miserableness (it’s a word, don’t worry), I can’t help but look over at her and A. resent the fact that she’ll wake up in 15 minutes and B. just find her absolutely adorable and look at her amazed that she’s actually mine. We did a good job.

And so, I’ll leave you not with the routine of what I’m sure will be an exhausting day (working out is most likely off the schedule, gallons off coffee will be consumed), I will leave you with Harlow Jude at her most adorable aka not in the middle of the night.

Maybe a few of her sleeping, with Pepper of course.

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Never too early to try on shoes.

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And wear my clothes dangled from her neck, and blow kisses goodbye to herself.

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Not really sure why she decided to lie down on the tile, but I decided to take a picture. Maybe because she doesn’t sleep at night.

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Harlow Jude and I squint and smile at one another all day every day for the last few months, it’s so funny and ugly, but I hope that we do it forever.

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Natural History Museum.

I am a frugal person, there are many ways to sugarcoat this or make it sound friendlier, but let’s just call a spade a spade shall we. I’m frugal. I also love love love museums, so much so that on every vacation we go on I attempt to find some museum or historical landmark. I’ve celebrated many birthdays going to museums and missions, dragging my reluctant family along using my big day as an excuse to go on these outings. I guess the best words to describe me are cheap and nerd. I’ve come to terms with this, you can too.

And so when Nicholl promised that she would make it up to visit, I had a long list of things we could do most of them free. We planned on a Tuesday when the Natural History Museum is free admission for the Mauga clan to visit. I met them at the train station and we rode the subway to the museum (the first train and subway ride for the kids, so so fun). Jacob and Harlow Jude met us at the museum.

It is so fun to see Harlow Jude with her cousins. She loves Levi so much, she’s been saying his name for months now, really practicing her L’s to the point where she says hello now. We had a lovely day, seeing bugs, dinosaurs, animals of every kind and real paleontologists hard at work (hello, Ross Gellar?) I told you, nerd.

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There was an exhibit that showed us how snakes see us, it was neat so we all got in on the action.

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The end of the day, everyone is exhausted.

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Hopefully we get another visit soon, and in the meantime we’ll be working on saying Brooklyn and Kaitlin.


Pepper.

One morning I heard meowing out the front door, as I opened the door I found the tiniest cutest kitten run straight into the house. If any of you know me well, it is that I am not a pet person; I love animals, just ones properly caged, at the zoo.

There was something about this kitten though that tugged at my heart, it could have been it’s tiny size or the fact that Harlow Jude absolutely loved this kitten. And so to make taking her to a shelter even more difficult, we named her Pepper. Harlow Jude would wake up calling “peh-par, peh, peh-par.” Every single time she said her name and would run out to her, I melted; the first of many things I’m sure that I am adamantly against and quickly willing to give into simply because my daughter is so adorable.

We did not keep Pepper, she is safely at a shelter. The same day I ordered her a JellyCat brand gray kitten. Harlow Jude calls this stuffed kitten pepper, kisses her and gets just as excited to see it as she was the real thing (or so I’ve convinced myself because this doesn’t require me cleaning up after it).

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Pepper comes everywhere with us.

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Santa Barbara.

I have known Natalie since we were 5 years old, with our birthdays one day apart we would tell everyone that we were twins (we don’t actually look alike). I was going to list the millions of memories I have with her, but there are so many I just couldn’t pick which ones to share. And so when the opportunity came to visit her and her family in Santa Barbara while on vacation from her home in London, England we made sure it happened.

We dug holes at the beach, danced at a BBQ, roasted s’mores, looked up and actually saw the stars even catching a glimpse of a shooting star (such a rare sight for us city-hoppers). We had such a lovely time with them, now all we need is for them to move back to California now.

Harlow Jude in her swim cap, the water was actually too cold for her.

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Natalie kept fetching water to fill up the dug holes, thank you.

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Harlow Jude has been doing really well with being held by other people lately, thank you Lord Jesus. And I’m able to capture photos like these with Natalie and her fiancĂ© Pete.

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BBQ’in it.

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Harlow Jude getting her dancing shoes on.

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Harlow Jude, the Goof.

Harlow Jude is really funny. We call her a little trickster; she’ll come up to you and pretend to hand you something and then run away with it laughing. The other day Jacob said, “I just know she’s going to have your sense of humor and I don’t think I can handle two of you.” Take notes, this is what true love looks like.

Harlow Jude decided she wanted to be a baby the other day. She started crawling around and asked to go in a walker, she hung out low riding in it for ten minutes.

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Jacob’s new job has different hours so Harlow Jude is asleep when he leaves and when he gets home. Throughout the day she will yell out for dad, and I simply tell her dad is at work but he gave you a big kiss when you were sleeping. She smiles, and the routine begins again later in the day. Yesterday she tried putting on his t-shirt and would run away every time I tried to take it off. She even played hide-and-seek with it.

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And she’s just cute. This was from our most recent trip to The Mauga’s house. We really like them. Harlow Jude has been asking people to hold her, it is a huge step for The Sobralski household.

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