By now, you’ve all witnessed the horror that is The Angry Face:
While browsing through some old photos a few moments ago, I found one of me when I was three:
(I swear that smudge on my nose is not a booger. Though, I really wouldn’t be surprised if it was… I was kind of a hot mess. LOOK AT THAT HAIR. Good gracious.)
Childlike joy and happiness is obviously overflowing in this gene pool.
A follow up to this drama-filled post I wrote back in January.
A note to the people on Facebook who pop on over here every once in a while, but don’t necessarily care to read about the status of my working boobs: Skip this one.
Once upon a time, I had a perfect pair. They were perky, full of life, and looked flipping amazing in every top I owned with little to no effort. You all know the whole bend-over-tuck-in-wiggle-push-up bit, right? I NEVER HAD TO DO THAT. They were that cute.
Then along came this…
…and with my transformation into that behemoth of a woman, my boobs became beastly. Gargantuan. Terrifying… yet, still strangely awesome in their own huge way.
THEN:
The arrival of Maddie brought them to incredible new lactating heights. And weights (probably about 5lbs each at this point, if I had to guess). That one you see there rivaled the size of my newborn.
I nursed Madeline for three months before I gave up (pumping at work became my own personal hell), and the downward spiral began. My boobs became a young 23 year old woman’s worst nightmare — small, saggy, lifeless and anything but cute. My bra size seemed to decrease weekly, which was utterly depressing. That wouldn’t have even be so bad if they would have just FIT into a bra without trying to wiggle out and say hi to everyone constantly.
Enter Summer, 2009. I lost all the baby weight! I was supposed to be able to wear tank tops and sun dresses and have hot, new mom cleavage! Sorry, sister, not happening this year.
Quite frankly, I was pissed at life. I know, I’m seeming a bit dramatic… but for someone who’s had her share of body-hating issues, seeing the one area I never had a problem with turn to complete crap was a little tough.
(Bipolar activity incoming…) Not all was lost though, miraculously! A month or two ago, I started noticing a positive change. I had a mom friend tell me this would happen, but I didn’t really believe her until it did. They were actually starting to behave like good little girls. They weren’t flopping all over the place like they used to, and I could actually stand to look at them for more than two seconds without wanting to gouge my eyes out. They’re still far from what they used to be, but the good old 34C’s are back. That’s progress.
So here’s another bit of newish mom wisdom I’ve gained in a nutshell: They get big, they get bigger, they get HUGE and terrifying, then they look like crap for a while… but none of it lasts forever. They’ll be sort of cute again one day.
I didn’t realize we coordinated until we walked out the door. Justin took a picture. :)
I know, it’s about time right? It’s been a whole week since my family and I have been back from NY and I can officially be labeled a slacker for not posting this sooner.
Well, the awesome ladies at Edelman PR invited us to New York to attend the Huggies Little Movers event and auction in Madison Square Park. I’ve never been there, so it was pretty exciting to be able to fly across the country and finally see what everyone has been talking about! The only down side? We were actually IN New York for a total of 19 hours… I know. We plan to go back though. :)
While it was a super short trip, it was still pretty flipping awesome. We were able to have a little chat with the lovely Angie Harmon before attending the event, which was put on to help to raise money for KaBOOM!. Angie and her husband Jason Sehorn (swoon) were our celebrity hosts and signed a pair of Big Movers shoes for the auction. Check out the shoes signed by other celebrity parents here.
Here’s a little video recap:
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The other bloggers that attended were Miss Zoot, Poop & Boogies, Metalia, Blasian Baby Notes, and I Pretty Much Hate Everything. Those are some hilarious people right there, let me tell you! Since we all brought our babies, the atmosphere was just so relaxed and there wasn’t much pressure at all… and it was truly a nice break! It was so great to be able to meet and spend a little time with all of them while we were there.
And now… PHOTOS!
The bloggers and our babies
She was so nice and down to earth. I think right here she was playing with one of the kid's little plastic phones.
The meet and greet with Angie Harmon. Justin is in love, I'm pretty sure.
My spawn. This picture terrifies me! What's with the face, Madeline?
Angie, Jason & Emery (9 months) at the auction
Blogger babies in the ball pit... they LOVED it.
Maddie seriously didn't want to leave. Did you see that part in the video where she threw a hissy? Drama.
There was a whole play area set up for the babies... it was a mini obstacle course! So cute.
Justin and Miss Orange Nose in the hotel room (she loves those sweet potatoes)
Aaaaand the Gable girls, full of cheese.
Thank you so much to Edelman and Huggies for giving us this great opportunity! We had such a fabulous time!
And a big thanks to Torrie for letting me steal the photos from her Flickr. See more here.
GOOD LORD. Is that not the most hilarious/scary thing you’ve ever seen?
Thanks to Maddie’s Auntie Anna for experimenting with future hairstyle options. :)
Hi, my name is Morgan and I’m a big fat priss. I drink hot tea out of a fancy cup, always choose handkerchiefs over tissues and let’s not even get started about my shoe obsession. (It’s an issue.) I don’t like to get dirty, command my husband to kill any and all insects that terrorize me, and am a complete sissy when it comes to touching raw meat. Just can’t deal.
