don't be judgy.

so this thing happened last week. and if you follow me on social media, especially facebook, it's likely you caught my rant. 

at the time, i wanted to blog about it. but once i slept on it, my nasty attitude was long gone. it had been replaced with the urge to bond with other moms with completely different parenting styles. 

super long story short, while i was out at the grocery store, cece was due for a bottle. so, i fed her one. and as i walked the aisles holding the bottle, i met a woman and her children, and she gave me the nastiest look that said "i can't believe you don't breast feed her. you know that's best."

and i wish she'd known my struggle to get cece to latch. the tears. my worry. my disappointment. my guilt. and i wish she'd known that i'd just barely realized i was done being ashamed to feed bottles in public. snap.

i like to think i am pretty open minded. i cloth diaper, more often than not. i breast fed hadley, with difficulty, and supplemented formula. i babywear. i am from portland, oregon, for crying out loud...

they say the midwest is so friendly. i'd say it is a lot more judgy than the pacific northwest. 

so, have you seen this commercial? i love it. it is so universal, and requires no further explanation. well, except, note the sponsor.

and now, go forth and don't be judgy. there's more than one way to raise a child!

xoxo, al

20 week bumpdate

i am never very consistent with these, nor do i care to be. but here it is, this time:)

20 weeks!!

baby is the size of a mango

ultrasound said 12 ounces, we think

also, it did NOT tell us boy or girl...

i'm tired. that is about it. 

i like carbs and chicken.

baby is just starting to kick more. not sure i'd really even felt it up until like a week ago. 

well that's it for now, folks.

xoxo, al

MLK JR

as we drove home from school friday, hadley asked me if i knew about Martin Luther King JR. i was so pleased her teachers had addressed this holiday, as i know a lot of these days off school go unnoticed by preschoolers. i was extremely impressed by her grasp of MLK JR and what he stood for. 

hadley told me MLK JR had very dark skin, and lots people with our skin didn't like him, or other dark skinned people just because of their color. hadley thinks this is ridiculous. A. MEN. SISTER.

and she can't believe he got shot. yes, her teachers went there.

then the conversation moved on. snacks, books, playing in the basement, can we go see daddy at work, etc.

"hey, i have a cousin with really dark skin, and i love him a lot."

and then we ate lunch.

i am thankful my girl lives in a time, place and situation where she thinks it is crazy to treat someone any differently because they are different, for any reason. and i am so thankful for sweet justin and the happiness he brings to our family, and for teaching hadley love is blind.

xoxo, al

Did you know...?

have you heard? the gilbeunas are knocked up again! if you follow us on instagram or facebook, you already heard our exciting news!

this little lady is going to be a big sister!!

we had the opportunity to visit oregon early in december, and we shared the news with our families. with these awesome shirts we made our little ladies. better photos shared soon.

we are expecting baby g3 in early june, and now that the shock has worn off, we are crazy excited. that means we are 20 weeks today, and soon will find out if it's another sweet girl, or our first sweet boy! vote on instagram or facebook coming soon.

peace out. xoxo, al

Top Ten Things My Four Year Old Says That I am Tired of Hearing

1: why is (fill in the blank) older than me? (all day long. everyone she can think of.)

2: the baby is awake.

3: i can't wear those jeans. they aren't pants. (she's got a strict leggings only policy.)

4: can i have a treat? (we are still working through halloween candy, though in my opinion, all the good stuff is long gone.)

5: well what about a snack?

6: (just after she's told it's time to climb into bed) but i need some milk.

7: look mama, the baby's on her knees! (the baby has been up on her knees for weeks. in fact, she pulls herself up to standing, and walks along furniture now.)

8: can i have another treat?

9: are we half way there yet? (if i forget to mention as we drive by the yellow coffee truck that marks half way she gets upset. on the other hand, half the time i tell her, she's annoyed i am telling her. i can't win.)

10: did the baby poop while i was at school?

sigh.

xoxo, al