Ever-loving Adelaide, at 8 months

I wish that I would have been writing things down from the beginning of her life, but between school, my internship and my part-time job, the first 5 or so months of Adelaide’s life was just too hectic. Now that we are settling into a good routine of being together all day, I feel like I can finally breathe a little. And get things done during naptime, as long as they’re moderately quiet activities. That means doing the dishes is out. My natural clumsiness and slippery, heavy pots and pans don’t make for a tranquil sleeping experience. I also can’t read things written by Tina Fey, apparently. Because they will make me laugh out loud, like this book I recently finished. Anyway, blogging is relatively quiet, so here are a few interesting tidbits about Adelaide at 8 months old.

Current likes:

Current dislikes:

  • changing clothes
  • eating baby food
  • going to bed before 9 pm
  • being told, “NO!”
  • getting her nose cleaned (Who would with one of these suckers?)

Lounging on Daddy

Although her likes are more recent developments, those dislikes have remained pretty constant for the last 2 months or so. This has been a really fun age, seeing her personality starting to take shape. I do miss the cuddly and squishy newborn stage every once in a while, but then I get a solid 6-8 hour stretch of sleep, and I rethink things a little.

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An Introduction

Let me introduce myself. My name is Hallie, and I am a Chris-hog. What’s a Chris-hog, you ask? Well, I don’t really know, but it’s a nickname (an insult, really) a former friend gave me, and it stuck. (Long story short–she was jealous I started to spend all my time with Chris, my then-boyfriend. I know. It doesn’t make sense. She should have called him a Hallie-hog, but I digress.)

When Chris first saw me, I was sitting in the front row of my honors junior English class staring off into space. My teacher, Mrs. Vega, had just pointed me out to him. “I think she would make a good match for you,” she said. He looked at me with my apparent scowl and thought, “Really?”

Thankfully, he took the initiative anyway and stopped me outside of Lola’s coffee shop. “You’re in Mrs. Vega’s class, right?” I nodded, curious where he was going with this. “I really liked your sequin top the other day.” I don’t know about you, but at 16, I had never been complimented on my clothing by a boy. I knew immediately that he was special.

Over time, Lola’s became “our place.” I would go there every Friday and Saturday in hopes that Chris would be there. I froze my butt off on the hard metal chairs outside after closing just to be close to him. We held long conversations in cars–in the Lola’s parking lot, on long drives around town and sometimes just parked in my driveway.

Our friendship blossomed into mutual like-like, followed swiftly by love. We were good friends for a solid year before we decided to “take things to the next level.” Christmas 2006 was our one-month (!) anniversary, and it took everything in me not to shout my intense feelings at him. I made him a mixed CD with plenty of songs about love instead. He got it, and 6 years later, I can confirm that the feeling was mutual for him.

We have now been married for 2.5 years and are just as in love as we were as goofy teenagers. We have an absolutely gorgeous 8-month-old baby girl, Adelaide Grace, who has made our love grow ten thousand-fold. She’s our pride and joy, and I, for one, can’t wait for our bright and sunny future as a family.

This is the first picture of us together:


Here’s our first prom together, when we were “just friends.” Shout out to BFF Michelle and her icy-cold hands on my shoulders:


Here we are, looking MUCH better:


Our first family photo:


And, lastly, here we are looking MUCH better again:


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