So, as I mentioned the other day, Prim is currently obsessed with babies. Granted, anyone under the age of 11 is considered a “baby” to her, but she seems to have a special affection for little newborns (as is evidenced by how high her voice gets when she yells, “baby!” when she sees one).
She has taken command of our daily FaceTime chats with Alexis, forcing her to pretty much exclusively show the baby on the camera at all times.
Prim’s baby obsession has come at a pretty opportune time for us, as we’ve got a sibling on the way for her, come February…
In case you’re wondering, yes we did plan to have babies this close together. We wanted Prim to have a sibling close in age to her, although we were a bit surprised by just how fast I got pregnant. I naively thought it would take a few months, given that getting pregnant with Prim was not instantaneous and I was still breastfeeding — but nope, it seems my body was like, “Oh, I know what to do!” this time around, which was both exciting and a little terrifying.
Prim doesn’t quite understand that there’s a baby coming yet, but she does have this recent fascination with my belly which is very sweet.
^^Big sis conversations. Too sweet.^^
More pregnancy posts to come! Planning a birth in another country, the Dutch maternity system — it’s kind of a trip, guys.
Some of you already know about this (especially if you follow me on Snapchat → ChelseaC7off if you’re not!), but KC and I have some big news!
No, I’m not pregnant, so just calm down a second.
The big news is that KC, Prim and I are moving…
KC will be working out of his company’s Amsterdam office for the next two years, so we are moving our little life across the pond next month!
As most of you know, we were unceremoniously kicked out of our house when Prim was very little, so we have been living with KC’s parents since late-September. Given our current lack of residence and the fact that Prim won’t be starting school for another few years, we felt like the timing couldn’t be better to start this new adventure. We’re sad to be leaving a lot of our current life behind, but we’re really excited to embark on this new chapter.
If you have any suggestions for things not to miss in Amsterdam or the surrounding areas, please leave a comment! (And come visit!!)
PS: And yes, I’ll be continuing to blog from Europe, so you can hear alllll about how awesome a trans-atlantic flight is with a one-year-old!
Welcome to my new site, rules of sisterhood! This redesign has been a long time coming (I mean, how long has it been since I’ve actually done a 30 day challenge? Years. YEARS!)
I’m excited about this new platform and I hope you are too!
rules of sisterhood will be about everyday life — celebrating the highs (and probably lows) of motherhood, and the great balancing act of managing a baby, a marriage, a job, and, oh yeah, your own life (ha ha… right?)
In case you’re curious, the name of the blog refers to a set of unwritten rules my sister and I had as children, and have carried into our adult lives. Here are a few of the rules:
- If you laugh, you can’t tell. (This was paramount when we were kids.) Now that we don’t get “in trouble” anymore, it’s been translated to: if you find it funny, you can’t act offended.
- If you’re going to copy the other person, ask permission first. Alexis and I share a lot (a lot a lot) — we own the same exact couch, our baby registries were verging on identical, and we both have an intense affinity for good kitchenware. But even though we do share a lot, we still abide by the “if you’re going to copy something, get the ok from the person who owned it first” rule.
- When it comes to motherhood and marriage, subscribe to the “good for her, not for me” rule. It’s so easy to look at someone else’s relationship or parenting style and pass judgment on the choices they’ve made. I can’t count the number of times I’ve thought, “I would never put up with that” when hearing about a friend’s relationship woes, or fallen into the trap of comparing an aspect of my motherhood journey with someone else’s (like the person who has the amazing, drug-free birth or the person who has nary an issue breastfeeding). But, thoughts like these are exactly why I’m not in that relationship and, let’s face it — there are 101 different ways to effectively have and raise children. (And thank goodness for that, or we’d probably all be screwed.) So when I catch myself thinking these kinds of thoughts, or wanting to pass judgment, I remember this mantra: “good for her, not for me.”
And because this is rules of sisterhood, hopefully Alexis will join in on the fun at some point and add some posts to the site (and not just because she’s an amazing cook. But she is, so let’s convince her to make us some bucatini and then blog about it.)
In the meantime I’ll be posting regularly, so feel free to follow along. The archived posts from Go for 30 have been migrated onto this site, in case you’re interested in reading up on the past. (And if you were a subscriber to Go for 30 before, your subscription should have migrated onto this site — but be sure to double-check that, as I’m still learning the ins and outs of the back end of this new platform.)
I hope you enjoy the new site. Thanks for following along!