Baby Covarrubias

 

This was such a peaceful session. I think partly because Betyna's mom had flown in from Brazil (I hope I'm remembering that right) to stay with her for a long while. When I had my babies, my mom always flew in for at least a month, and it was such a burden that lifted. To have a few weeks where you're not responsible for everything, is the best gift you can give to any new mom.

And speaking of my mamacita, she is flying in today! Annie woke up this morning and declared this "the best day of her life". To say the least, we have all been counting down the days until Nana and Papa get here. Happy birthday to me! 

Outbreak

Last Thursday poor Mimi crawled into our bed around midnight and promptly threw up all over us. After changing the sheets, we spent the rest of the night trying to anticipate her little groans...which ones just meant "uugggh" and which ones meant "GRAB THE BOWL NOW!" The joys of parenthood. Especially when you have multiple kids, and the realization sets in that this is what the rest of your week is going to look like. Then the dreaded moment comes when the Plague taps you on the shoulder to say that it's your turn to spend the night hovered over the toilet. Oh, there are just no words to describe how much I despise that feeling. You know how there are 5 Stages of Grief? Well, the minute I feel the slightest bit nauseated, I go through every one of them. 

1. Denial and Isolation: "This can't be happening. If I breathe slowly and deeply enough, I can make it go away. I will force myself to sleep, and only think of unicorns. Because I'm sure it's impossible to barf if you're thinking of unicorns. And rainbows. And tree sprites."

2. Anger: "Oh my god, why is this not working?! This is such #*^$%@ crap... I'm never sending the kids to school again. Damn those dirty classrooms and their germs. I hate my life!"

3. Bargaining: "Okay, please God, PLEASE take this away. PLEEEEAASE. I swear I will stop cussing. At least for a week. Okay a month. PLEEEEAASE."

4. Depression: Mostly shows up in the form of moaning and groaning so that everyone in the house is aware of my torturous existence. 

5. Acceptance: I think this is the step that I never quite reach.

Because I am THAT much of a  baby, and completely phobic about puking. The whole action of it just feels like violence. Like your body is pummeling you from the inside out.

So, yesterday was spent recovering. And while we're still bathing in sanitizer, I think I can safely say that we've contained the Outbreak. And it's a good thing too, because Nana and Papa are flying in from Oregon tomorrow! My birthday is this weekend, so it looks like there might also be a celebration trip to Austin too! WOOT! Things are looking up!

*The photo above was taken a few weeks ago when Mimi woke up. She said she was trying to curl her hair. Naturally. After wrangling with it for 15 minutes, it occurred to me that I could just break the comb in half. Voila...the tangles came undone. You know, a helpful hint for all those times that you might wake up with a comb lodged in your own hair.

**Also, The Plague has caused me to get behind on things around here. So if you're waiting for photos or an email, I'm doing my best to get caught up today. AND, appointments are dwindling away for 2009 peeps, so if you need one, make sure you call or email soon! 

9 in 2009

Not including Glam Sessions, for which there is still availability for October 24th. 

Happy weekend friends!  xo

Millie Hunt

If you're in San Antonio you might already know that DD has a new roommate at Chic Mama. Katy's sister Jessica moved in, with her cute line of clothing/accessories/gifts. It's called Millie Hunt, named after her grandmother (how cute, right?). If you're in town, you should definitely pop in. It's like a one stop shop for everything belly/baby/mommy over there. 

These were taken the other day because she needed a headshot for a magazine article. This is my favorite, partly because she's so dang cute, and also because she's on The Couch I've been coveting for months at Urban Outfitters. 

So last night we slept in 20 minute intervals while Miss Mimi was throwing up. Poor baby. There's nothing I hate more than being nauseated... to the point that I'm kind of phobic about it. So it's doubly hard to watch her little body be wrenched around like that. Today will be spent washing sheets and praying that no one else gets it. 

On that lovely note, have a great Thursday! :) 

The Brenners 2.0

I was lucky enough to meet Debbie and Helmut + their three sweet kids last year. They're from Dallas, but have lived in Holland for the past few years. Occasionally, I sit down to drool with jealousy catch up on all their adventures of living in, and exploring Europe. 

This time Debbie wanted a more urban shoot, and suggested we go down to Mi Tierra. It's apparently a landmark for San Antonio, but since I mostly live with my head buried in the sand I never knew about it. Of course, now it's my new favorite place to shoot. Gotta love a family (who doesn't even live here) who introduces you to your own city. Gotta also love a family WHO CHOOSES THIS ONE FOR THEIR BIG CANVAS. YEP, they rock.

In goodwill. They totally put the wings on, un-prompted. Love them!

Love the kids' expressions in this one. 

 Thanks Deb and Helmut! :)