Show & Tell: Stranded Island

1. Tell us, if you could only take 5 people with you to a deserted island, who would it be, and why?
 Now, what kind of deserted island are we talking about? Like a Bora Bora/Tahiti/Maldives type of island…? Because if we are, then I’m totally down for being stranded. When does the S.S. Minnow leave?! I’d for sure bring my husband. For one, he’s my husband; and two, he’s basically a doctor, so he’d bring the Band-Aids and hydrogen peroxide. IF I decided to bring Emmalyn with me, I’d also have to bring my parents… you know, to babysit. With views like Tahiti, you better believe we’ll need a babysitter 😉

On the other hand, if we’re talking about a deserted island, Hunger Games style (except without The Capital controlling everything), then I’d still bring my hubby, but would definitely also bring professional survivalist, Steven Rinella from The Travel Channel, because, well you know… the guy’s made a career out of surviving. Bear Grylls, from Man vs. Wild would be an exceptional addition to my Stranded Island Crew, too–just in case Mr. Rinella needed some assistance. That leaves us with two more recruits… Hmm, I think I’d bring Zooey Deschanel for comedic relief & random interpretive dance moves. I swear we were twins in another life. Lastly, I’d probably bring my mom so I could be babied–HA! There are times when I ‘just want my mommy’ and I feel like being on a deserted island would be another one of those times.

You’re probably thinking, “You wouldn’t bring your own daughter?” Hells to the no. If I can’t get her to eat avocados, how the heck do you think I’m going to get her to eat bugs and trees?! Plus, she’s not potty-trained. Enough visual.
2. Show us which island you’d like to be deserted at. 
3. Tell us, if you could only bring 3 items with you, what would those items be. And why?
Feminine products. Why? Well, imagine not having them. Again, enough visual. I would bring a journal and pen. (Wait, does that count as one or two items?) I think I would go insane if I couldn’t jot down my random thoughts/feelings. Plus, it would make for really good memories. For my third item, I’d bring sun cream. I’m huge when it comes to protecting my skin!
4. Show us 3 pictures that you would take with you.
This is my favorite picture from our wedding:
A newborn photo of Emmalyn:
To make me laugh:
5. Tell us what you envision life would be like on that island. Do you think you would go into survival mode? Would you be like those Survivor people and eat bugs? What qualities do you possess that would help you survive. Do share.

I would not survive… I’m super optimistic, huh? I don’t even weigh enough to donate blood, so how could I live off of bugs and leaves?! Damn. So much for enjoying a deserted island…
So what about you?
Do tell!
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Flashback Friday

There are many… I repeat, MANY things I have anticipated sharing on my little piece of Interspace {i.e. Our Wedding Celebration… Emmy’s 1st Birthday… etc…} but for some reason or another I never got around to it.
Instead of feeling bad,  I’m just going to present this as: Flashback Friday. It’s a time where I will get caught up on important events from the past. Will I do it every Friday? Probably not. So it’ll be extra special when I do! 😉
So here’s my first…

What? Emmalyn’s 1st Birthday Party
                     {guess I better high-light this before she turns 2 in two months!!}

When? Saturday, November 19, 2011 (actual bday is 11/17)
Where? Our backyard {a.k.a. Emmalyn’s Enchanted Forest}
Who? So many of our family and closest friends came to celebrate our daughter’s first year of life. First birthdays are more for the parents, don’t you think? The invites should have said something like, “Come celebrate Katie and Blake’s first year of parenthood–they made it out alive!”
^ That’s my Dad! ^
yes, we like to dress up for celebrations.
& yes, that was my ballet recital costume from when I was 12.
Why? Go big or go home, right? I have never been one to comfortably enjoy celebrating my own birthday (I just don’t like being the center-of-attention), but I LOVE celebrating other people’s birthdays. & now that I have my daughter… well, that just makes me want to go crazy overboard! Planning, organizing, and creating events like these fulfill me. I love everything that’s involved in the process. It gets my creative juices flowing and is a sort of cheap therapy for me! 
In lei of gifts, we invited people to bring an item to contribute to Emmalyn’s “Time Capsule” to be opened on her 18th birthday. We received such creative things: from grocery store ads, to an iPhone case, to video diaries… some were wrapped up so even I couldn’t sneak a peak for another 18 years!
How? The whole party could not have been possible without the help of our super generous parents!
Before digging in to all the grub, we invited everyone to hold hands in a circle. It was by far my favorite part of the whole party. Blake opened up with a prayer of thanks, always knowing the perfect words to say. I, someone who barely speaks publicly, thanked everyone for all of their patience and support over the past year.
Everyone who was present knew of the postpartum nightmare I went through, and many of them went above and beyond to unselfishly take care of my new little family and me. It was such a surreal, emotional, humbling, and out-of-body experience, standing in that circle. In a second’s time, my mind flashed-back to all of the joy and pain I endured. But mostly, the circle of prayer brought me hope. Hope that I could make it through anything, after surviving the past year.
All I needed was a little faith, trust, and pixie dust 😉
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Stop! Being! Lame!

Lately I’ve been asking myself, “Has being a mom made me lame?”
Reason being
The hubs and I acquired (free) tickets to our alma mater‘s home game a couple of weeks ahead of time, but we waited until the day before to call anyone to see what their plans were. {we’re last-minute like that} This whole time we had been planning on taking Emmy with us, although we never really discussed the logistics of bringing a toddler to a college football game. Until the morning of. When it was raining. Then reality set in & I began premeditating the scenario in my head:
Do we bring the stroller? Or wagon? Or neither?
She’ll probably be okay with holding our hands for all of two minutes. So that means, she’s either on Daddy’s shoulders or Mommy’s hip.
I thought… it will be fun to *show*her*off* to people, but then I rethought that one through… they’ll all be shwasted any way…
Then, I continued in my daydreaming mental state… Is she really going to sit and watch the game? 
Oh, but wait. I forgot that it was raining that morning. That posed a whole other list of logistics:
How would Emmy feel with a soggy, rain water-filled diaper?
The thought of handling a wet diaper bag, and a wet baby… no, scratch thata Wet And Very Wiggly Toddler… made me question going to the game altogether! 
I looked at Blake and said, “Well, if you want to go, I’ll go.” To which B responded, “Well, I was only going because I thought you wanted to go.” To which I asked, “Well then why are we even going?”
All of these scenes played out in my mind made me extra sleepy; and wasted a lot of time, let me tell ‘ya! Instead of putting a plan into action, B and I ended up taking a nap with the babe. 
How lame are we!? I even said to my husband… “Is this what we’ve become? Why are we so lame?” Then I satisfyingly drifted off into dreamland…. sleeping through the first-half of the game.
When we woke up, we realized just how pathetic we were being; threw ourselves together, and within ten minutes we were out the door. Baby in tote. No stroller.
We walked in just after the third quarter, and while we didn’t get to tailgate with our friends, or show off our pride ‘n joy, we did have a fun time as a family of three. & Emmy was a happy camper the whole time.
{even though she looks so serious in this pic}
I learned a great lesson here, people: 
Plan ahead 
& make things happen! 
You cannot recover the occasion after it’s missed, nor the time after it’s gone.  
Never again will I let life pass me by like that!!
If you’re a mommy, do you ever feel like motherhood has turned you into a lame-o?
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Show & Tell: High School Memories

I’m linking it up with…

1. Tell us what kind of student you were in high school {popular, nerd, sport obsessed, choir, etc}

Freshman year was hell. I had come from a verrrrry small private middle school. Verrrrry small, meaning 11 kids in my graduating class. Yes. Eleven. So needless to say, I knew no one going in to high school. & to top it off, I was painfully shy. & had braces. & frizzy curly hair. Freshman year was so bad that one time I even ate lunch in the bathroom because I couldn’t find anyone to sit with. [please tell me I’m not alone on this one, or I might just have to go crawl under a rock with embarrassment…]

In HS, I was really involved in competitive dance, practicing for hours every day after school. I would do my homework in class since I would barely have time to do it at home. Honestly, I really just went to school to get it over with. I made decent grades (except in math), excelled in my Early Childhood elective class (go figure), but never pushed myself to be better.

By the end of sophomore year, my looks had started to change {see: question 2} and I was starting to fit in better; although by no means was I ever popular. I was dating the “cutest” boys, which was fun at the time, but totally unnecessary! I would go to house parties on the weekend, doing the stupid things you do at stupid high school parties, when parents are out of town {gasp! not me! no, never!}

My husband and I joke now that we would not have *clicked* in high school. He was a straight-A guy, focused on college, friends with everyone… and I was well, not.

2. Share with us some high school pictures. We know you have them somewhere.

  {yes…. I had blonde hair throughout most of high school. crazy, right?}

3. Tell us about your school. Private? Public? How many in graduating class? Mascots? School colors?
I went to a very nice, newly renovated public high school where there were roughly 900 in my graduating class. Yes. 900. Our mascot was a Patriot, with our colors naturally being red, white, and blue. 
4. Tell us about some of your favorite memories of high school. Or what stands out the most? Any teachers? Specific classes?
Nothing about high school stands out the most. How terrible is that?! I dreaded going to school, and wished it away almost every day. My best memories were of dance, after school, where I could just be ME.
5. Tell us a piece of advice you would pass on to your children or any child entering high school.

Ohh geeze… there’s so much I could say… PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!!! There will be plenty of time for chit-chatting and finding out all the latest gossip. In the end, it’s more important to get a great education than it is to wear the cutest clothes or date the cutest boys.

High school is just a short four years in the grand scheme of life. Yes, you evolve and learn a lot about yourself, but they’re definitely not the “best four years of your life”.

& most importantly…. BE NICE TO YOUR PARENTS!! ’nuff said.


What about you? What were you like in high school?


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Show & Tell: Baby Talk

1. Tell us your favorite baby names? Aside from your own babies, if you have some 🙂

Emmalyn (obvi), Claire, McLaine, Tinsley, Madelaine, Talullah, Taylor, Harper, Charlotte, Isla

Blake, Noah, Alex, Jackson, Talon, Jack, Ethan, Hunter

2. Show me your *dream* nursery (can be your baby’s nursery or one that you love)

3. How man children would you like to have? How far apart?

Three! Of course I say this now, with only one kid. I was an only child, well still am… and always wanted siblings. I think the outcome of how many children we have will be based on (God’s blessings, and) the gender of our next child {nope, sorry–not preggers yet!} If we have a boy next, then the shops may be closed, but if we have a girl then we may try one more time for a boy!

There are a lot of factors to consider the second time around when having another baby: (which constitutes another post entirely!) One, being I’m still weaning off my medication from postpartum depression (woo!hoo!) & two, we are moving out of the state come June, with the Navy for the hubby’s residency. Before getting pregnant again, I want to settle in to our new environment, and find both an OB and psychiatrist that I feel comfortable working with. With that being said, Emmalyn will be almost three by then. So… long explanation short… 3-4 years 🙂

4. Tell us what you think the importance of parenting is?
Molding our children to grow up to be model citizens: with integrity, respect, humility, and humanity to others. I pray my daughter grows up treating people the way she would like to be treated. If everyone felt this way, the whole world we be a lot nicer!

5. Show us your favorite newborn photo (can be your children or random) 
I LOVE this as a birth announcement…

6. Tell us some things you promise to never do as a parent {and if you are a parent, did you still to it}
Ohhh… Justin Bieber sure got it right when he said Never! Say! Never! For reals. I said I would never give my child a pacifier, but soon learned that sometimes it might be necessary. Thankfully, Emmy stopped taking a binky on her own at 3-4 months old.

I said I wouldn’t let my child watch so much TV… yeah… about that….

I will say though, that besides Emmy’s first birthday cake, she has not had any *sweets*. I try very hard to feed my daughter nutritious food. I’m not perfect by any means, but I’m my child’s advocate and I feel strongly that if I feed my child junk food, I’m doing her a huge disservice.


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