tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34547040959829621652024-02-21T21:26:24.400-05:00Miskabelly: Vintage Mamas and Babies BlogMiskabelle Vintagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031728229666565307noreply@blogger.comBlogger284125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-65644801185645262332012-01-17T08:46:00.000-05:002012-01-17T08:46:29.224-05:00P.S.Ok, so I missed sharing my Lyla photos. I created a little tumblr account to post pics here and there, if you want to check up on Lyla (and I'm sure Aurora will make some appearances too!). xo Jayme<br />
<a href="http://www.jaymeeileen.tumblr.com/">http://www.jaymeeileen.tumblr.com</a>Miskabelle Vintagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031728229666565307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-89666709788943219862012-01-03T08:58:00.000-05:002012-01-03T08:58:03.287-05:00(A Sort-Of Goodbye) Now find us at...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545;"><i><a href="http://www.miskabelle.blogspot.com/">http://www.miskabelle.blogspot.com/</a></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545;">In the grand tradition of making changes for the better in the new year, we've decided it is time to streamline things a bit in our online lives. Miskabelly started as a fun baby-focused spin off of our original etsy shop/blog, Miskabelle Vintage. But we've decided it makes more sense for us to combine the two shops and blogs into one--Miskabelle etsy shop will now have baby/kids and maternity sections (where we will only bring you THE best of the best, no filler pieces!) and Miskabelle blog will be more vintage fashion/lifestyle...where we share shop previews, outfit posts and bits and pieces of our family lives (again, only share-worthy stuff, no filler posts!). In other words, we are choosing to have one amazing shop and one amazing blog rather than two OK shops and two OK blogs that have worn us a bit too thin these past few months. We would love for you to come along and keep up with our adventures as sisters, mamas and vintage shop co-owners on</span><a href="http://www.miskabelle.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545;"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1325597835_2" style="color: #234786; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: underline;">www.miskabelle.blogspot.com</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545;"><br />
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Amanda & Aurora, Jayme & LylaMiskabelle Vintagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031728229666565307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-27167949379886146792011-12-21T13:08:00.000-05:002011-12-21T13:08:18.771-05:00Lyla Georgette is ONE.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcML4I56RUTYav5iqc8F7Ro3GJmPwgyp8vzJs0u7hjFON-fYBM1zZB3EawiHDbRa8K_7PIjt2FQcIirqKCcHznZf6BCpGriA3j79EfCTvCQE86A-BxaNXzWKKwf63VAj-WrRtbtczowk/s1600/main.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcML4I56RUTYav5iqc8F7Ro3GJmPwgyp8vzJs0u7hjFON-fYBM1zZB3EawiHDbRa8K_7PIjt2FQcIirqKCcHznZf6BCpGriA3j79EfCTvCQE86A-BxaNXzWKKwf63VAj-WrRtbtczowk/s400/main.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lyla turned ONE on Monday! It has been a wonderful, crazy, stressful but amazing past year and like all moms say--it has flown by!! Her birthday being so close to Christmas already has caused me enough stress to last a lifetime. To have a party after Christmas when more family would be town? Celebrate on her actual birthday? Have two celebrations? We went with the small, on-her-actual-birthday celebration. Small and simple. Lyla had a blast! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had a clothesline hanging with our Christmas cards, which I switched out for the day with photos of the birthday girl from each month. I made her cakes (one for the guests and one for Lyla to have to herself) from a box. And I made her a paper and markers birthday sign (something I'm sort of known for in my family--I would make birthday signs for my mom, dad and sister's birthdays each year and I try to make one for Andrew when I remember!). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Miskabelle Vintagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031728229666565307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-77426557024799476552011-12-16T11:46:00.000-05:002011-12-16T11:46:16.148-05:00What Lyla's Been Up To...Lyla looked extra spiffy yesterday in her little outfit and I grabbed my camera, as usual, and began snapping an abundance of photos. Looking through these pictures, versus the last batch I took (a week ago maybe?) I realized she is changing and learning at warp speed these days! Here's what little Lyla has been up to lately: <i> (a couple things: 1. yep, my house is a mess. there's no point in putting the toys away because they literally come right back out as soon as I clean them up. 2. I realize some of these photos are out of focus..this girl is hard to capture because she is on the move so much now!)</i><br />
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<br />Miskabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04464583143933967911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-89545868773368940482011-12-14T11:09:00.000-05:002011-12-14T11:09:35.075-05:00On Nursing...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I write this it is close to 1 am, and I am awake, nursing my grumpy teething baby. Moments like this make me so thankful that I have this cure-all to offer my otherwise inconsolable baby. I love being her comfort. I love that she needs me. But I must admit, as we close in on her first year (eek!) I am hoping to see an end to breastfeeding in sight....and it is seemingly nowhere on the horizon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">Back to the present. My teething girl is now asleep, still half nursing. This isn't unusual. Lyla still wakes a few times each night and mostly refuses to go back to sleep without the comfort of my milk. At almost a year, she still nurses every 2-4 hours. No matter how much solid food we give her, she still is insistent on nursing at the same rate she was months ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So obviously it is more for comfort than for nourishment (honestly, my breast is the equivalent to a pacifier for other children).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So much time is spent on that couch! Lyla mostly nurses herself to sleep for naps....<br />
and then I sit and hold her till she wakes up. Wow. Is that crazy? I am taking attachment parenting to a new level. </td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">I have mixed feelings on how to go about weaning her. I don't want to upset her and I gotta admit, I am just too exhausted to fight her on it. ‘<i>Oh you actually want to sit with mama and be still for a bit?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can relax and simply watch TV?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>FINE.</i>'<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seriously, it’s the only real break I get.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I’m not sure that without some real boundaries that Lyla will gradually wean…ever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And what’s funny is that I always said I didn’t want to be that mom with kid who was walking and talking and asking for “milk” but as we stand now, it seems inevitable (because she IS walking and talking and asking for milk…).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Needless to say, I am exhausted. I feel like our sleep situation won't change as long as Lyla is still reliant on breastfeeding and I won't be able to leave her for more than a few hours at a time (did I mention, she REFUSES my breastmilk from a bottle or sippy cup).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THAT FACE slays me. Makes me want to nurse her forever...just to see that sweet, content face. <br />
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</tbody></table>Moms, is there a sudden change that happens, where your nursing baby loses interest in nursing? Does weaning happen gradually (within reason…like in a few months, not a few years) or should I be taking more initiative to turn her away sometimes when she wants to nurse? I’m afraid if I keep just following her lead that I will be breastfeeding a teenager. Help!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">xo</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jayme </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Miskabelle Vintagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031728229666565307noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-16394343887666689632011-12-13T09:40:00.001-05:002011-12-13T09:40:06.267-05:00Shop Preview: Holidays and BeyondWe've had many a gray day here in Virginia, so while I've been doing a lot of shopping (thrifting and otherwise), I haven't gotten to photograph items for the shop. As usual, there's a pile developing in the studio. So, finally, on a sunny Sunday, I got some shots--these items, in the shop this week (as soon as I measure them!):<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Smocked Polly Flinders Holiday Dress (Size 5), vintage Lord & Taylor Argyle Vest</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And in case you're already dreaming of spring: Neon Poodle One Piece, Buster Brown Polka Dot Dress (it has a sweet back keyhole!)</span></td></tr>
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See something you like? Let us know, and we can get your measurements/dibs! <br />
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**Sidenote: a month or so ago, we featured some shoes on the blog. Unfortunately, my computer died and the photos died with it, so they need to be re-shot before I can post them. If you want/need them (someone had wanted the mustard flats!), please convo us!!! **<br />
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<br />Miskabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04464583143933967911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-88292208290320712742011-12-11T14:43:00.000-05:002011-12-11T14:43:11.342-05:00FestiveIn hopes of getting a little more into the holiday spirit, we went to our local "Festival of Trees" this past Thursday. The event consists of local businesses and organizations decorating their own tree and then you "vote" by donating money towards the organization who's tree you like best. <br />
Lyla has been loving all the Christmas lights this season (she points and smiles) so I knew she would enjoy it. There was even a Santa there so we did a little impromptu photo shoot (I hadn't planned on taking her for Santa pics this year because I didn't think she would appreciate it too much...and judging by her reaction I think my assumption was correct). <br />
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Some of my favorite trees/ideas:<br />
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And just some extra snaps of the pretty trees, Lyla with her new top front teeth (!), and the necessary family shot [and on a side note--notice we're carrying around a blanket here. Is that what other parents do in the winter? I mean, you can't have their winter coat on in the carseat and it is SUCH a pain to get it on and off. So we have just been wrapping Lyla in her blanket (that we cover her with in the car) when we're going in and out. We really only use her coat if we're going to be outside for an extended period. Are we lazy?] :<br />
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Andrew has been off work for the past 5 days and it has been GLORIOUS. So I will be sad for tomorrow. Back to our regular schedule. It has been a while since I've had the Sunday blues this bad. Christmas, please come quick!<br />
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xo<br />
JaymeMiskabelle Vintagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031728229666565307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-27346378360852740182011-12-08T16:46:00.001-05:002011-12-08T16:53:16.792-05:00It's the Holiday Season...Hello there! We're busy bees over at our house, between working and
playing and decorating I haven't had time to blog anywhere. This is
Aurora's first Christmas where she knows something special is going on,
and so far, it's really been a blast, from our daily Advent
calendar/activity to trimming the tree. I thought I'd share a few
pictures of our cozy space!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first night of advent with our Santa calendar. He also gives out Hershey's Kisses, so Aurora LOVES him!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Some vintage touches around the house...and our new indoor fireplace! It's the BEST.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Trimming the tree with our girls. Aurora put on the middle ornament by gently setting it on the branches. It was the cutest.</span></td></tr>
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So that's what we've been up to. Hope that you and your loved ones have been enjoying this wonderful season as well!<br />
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xo,<br />
Amanda & Aurora<br />
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How's everyone's holiday prep going? I am waaaay behind! Gotta get shopping....<br />
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I keep reminiscing in my mind about this time last year—the anticipation of a baby on the way mixed with the upcoming holidays was just SO exciting… and overwhelming. I ended up doing, well, absolutely NOTHING to prepare for Christmas—I didn’t send out cards, I did very minimal Christmas decorating and certainly did not partake in ANY sort of holiday baking. This year I am hoping to be a little more celebratory, not just for me but for Lyla. I want her first Christmas to be special (well, she was 6 days old last Christmas, so it’s technically her second--but this is her first Christmas pre-season!). Decorating will still be minimal (because babies and Christmas baubles just. don’t. mix.), but I do have this lovely scene in my head: baking in the kitchen, yummy smells in the air, the heat of the oven warming our home, Christmas carols blasting, and of course, Lyla crawling around at my feet.<br />
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Since teaching Lyla to say "up" (when she wants picked up), she constantly follows us around saying "up pup pup". We were so diligent at picking her up as soon as she said anything that sounded remotely like "up" (not only to teach her that cue, but also because when she says it, it is so darn cute you just wanna give her a bear hug) that now she feels like "Wow, I've got the magic word!" So pretty much any time I'm not looking her way, Lyla crawls after me, wanting to be "up". This week has been especially trying, as I think she is on the verge of MORE TEETH, so I have hardly been able to put her down. She even follows me into the bathroom when I'm blow drying my hair (which isn't actually that regular of an occurrence, because I usually feel lucky if I simply get a shower). She thinks the wind from the hairdryer is quite hilarious... Andrew snapped some pics...</div>
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<i>What color is her hair?? Seriously, it looks red, blonde and brown, depending on the light. </i><br />
There are worse things in the world than being chased by the cutest baby ever, I suppose. ; )<br />
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JaymeMiskabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04464583143933967911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-36155354328365569752011-11-29T10:14:00.000-05:002011-11-29T10:14:01.769-05:00Give ThanksWe have a lot going on at my house...lots of stress and stupid grown-up woes. But we also have a LOT to be thankful for (the number one obviously being miss Lyla). I want to remember that even when Thanksgiving has come and gone.<br />
Last year for Thanksgiving Lyla was still in my belly, but this year she got to experience Turkey Day firsthand. Aurora was there too (oh, and Amanda and Quentin...but to Lyla, "Ah-wah-wah" is most important). The girls visited great grandparents, met cousins for the first time, ate lots of mashed potatoes, and had a blast!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I pretty much died when I saw Aurora in her first pigtails! (ok...so more like, I almost CRIED because she looks so grown up!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally some photo evidence of Lyla standing on her own! She also took some steps this past week (*tear).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanksgiving 2011: Aurora's first pigtails, and the first time all of my grandparents' 5 great-grandchildren were all together in one place. It was definitely a holiday to remember!</td></tr>
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That's why I was really excited to learn about <a href="https://www.liveon.com/home">LiveOn</a>, a website meant to preserve memories and share them only with people you want to share them with (aka your <i>tribe)</i>.<br />
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What I loved about the site is that it isn't about just storing photos, but about organizing your memories: important moments in time, milestones, events, etc. It's perfect for me because it allows me not only to collect photos, but to write/journal a little about events as well.
There are some additional really neat features, including, my personal favorite, "Life Questions," where you respond to a variety of questions, like: "What is the most meaningful gift you ever received?" or "As a kid, what was your favorite grade/year and why?" The site will store these memories and musings even after you're gone. They keep everything in an online storage vault, which can be accessed even after you pass away--while that's hard to imagine for me, as someone just about to turn 30, it's also a pretty unique quality of the site. I always worry about my computer dying and losing all my photos or writings, but with LiveOn, you are guaranteed that your memories are safe!<br />
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As a child, Jayme and I would love sorting through old pictures and scraps from our grandmothers. In today's digital age, it's way less likely our grandchildren and great-grandchildren will be doing that--but LiveOn is like an online shoebox where you can store those precious things to share with your loved ones. <br />
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<i>Thank you again to LiveOn for sponsoring this blog post. Please click <a href="https://www.liveon.com/home">here </a>to learn more about sharing and preserving your most important memories. I was selected for this sponsorship by <a href="http://www.clevergirlscollective.com/">Clever Girls Collective</a>. All opinions expressed here are my own.</i>Miskabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04464583143933967911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-83770549304648097812011-11-23T11:34:00.001-05:002011-11-23T11:35:08.518-05:00Just to say thanks...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Miskabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04464583143933967911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-75130955628059136552011-11-23T10:04:00.001-05:002011-11-23T10:15:29.574-05:00Close ShaveHello, it's Amanda (and Aurora!). It's been a while since we posted. We (well...<i>me)</i> have been shopping for and stocking the vintage shops and blogging occasionally on <a href="http://miskabelle.blogspot.com/">our other blog</a>, but not doing a lot of talking here.<br />
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The truth is that Aurora is just a big bundle of movement and almost every picture I get of her is blurry! Fortunately, I was able to capture this scene one quiet, sweet morning last week:<br />
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On Monday and Wednesday mornings, Quentin goes into work later. Sweet husband that he is, he lets me sleep in on those days and has morning time with Aurora. They eat breakfast and play together and then come and wake me up. "Coffee, mama?" Those are some of my favorite words...Aurora is a morning person, just like daddy, while I am a night owl.<br />
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Aurora is starting to mimic a lot of actions and words (oh, goodness, I need to be more careful with my language). She's such a little smarty-pants! The other day I said, "Hi, babe!" and gave her a kiss, and she said, "Hi, babe!" back. It's absolutely adorable. She is so much fun these days.<br />
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And here she is, already shaving. Sigh. They grow up so fast... ;)<br />
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<i>We're about to embark on our Thanksgiving travels...wish us luck! So excited to see Jayme, Lyla and family! We have MUCH to be thankful for</i>.<br />
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We'll say hi again soon! Happy Thanksgiving!<br />
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xo,<br />
Amanda and AuroraMiskabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04464583143933967911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-24403347070548635622011-11-21T16:00:00.001-05:002011-11-21T16:05:54.629-05:00Xmas PrepLast year I did pretty much nothing to prep for Christmas. My due date was December 28 so I was very pregnant and sort of used that as an excuse to barely decorate, not send out cards, etc. This year I have a feeling things will be the same if not worse-- a tree is out of the question with this very curious almost-one year old crawling around. But I did decide to do an easy Christmas card. Yesterday I took some photos of Lyla in her festive Christmas outfit and simply ordered a collage/card on Shutterfly. Just wanted to share one photo for now--this one shows her little bottom tooth that's popped through! Looks like the top front ones are close on their way too....<br />
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(A little over exposed/washed out...I haven't got my camera settings figured out. But the expression is priceless!)<br />
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JaymeMiskabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04464583143933967911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-3317386095806124372011-11-19T08:00:00.001-05:002011-11-19T08:00:02.250-05:00Lyla Georgette {11 months}<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love a little just-up-from-her-nap, rosy-cheeked baby! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Today Lyla is 11 months old. This past month her biggest milestones include (all of which I have no photo evidence, so I'm filling in with some random favorites from the past month):<br />
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1. Getting her first tooth. This involved lots of crying, crazy fever (which resulted in a terrifying little fever seizure followed by a trip to the doctor, followed by a diagnosis of a urinary tract infection... sheesh), and refusal to eat (but trust me, she nursed enough to make for the lack of regular food). All I can say is--holy crap...we still have a whole mouthful to go?! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This poor gal's poor gums--they are SO bumpy and crazy looking! I think more teeth are definitely on their way. Oh...and in case you were like "oh wow! She's in her pj's in her crib!"--it is certainly not because she slept there. It is full of toys and she plays there if I need to go put in a load of laundry!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>2. Standing on her own. So funny how babies just decide one day to let go and stand hands-free. She didn't even think twice--she just let go and stood there like it was nothing. Lyla is one confident baby--once she's standing, she excitedly bounces and claps. We're trying to coax her to take a step, but so far no luck (Is that a bad idea? Is a walking baby ten times harder to chase than a crawling one?).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think I have a million photos of her standing at the front door like this. And also--I photograph her in pj's a lot! Trust me, we get dressed everyday...but something about babies in pajamas that makes me want to grab the camera.</td></tr>
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3. Adding to her vocabulary. New words include: "up" (so now she follows me around the house saying "pupp up up pup") and "nana" (banana). If I'm in the kitchen, making my morning coffee, she crawls up to me and does her sign for 'eat' and says "nana? nana?" Cutest ever!!<br />
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</tbody></table>I am just ever so slightly starting to think about a 1st birthday celebration. Part of me is feeling super emotional and sad about it but the other day, as Lyla napped in my arms, I looked down at her and thought "she is still SUCH a tiny little peanut"....and not just in size--I really still feel like she is such a <i>baby</i>. She needs me so much and I love that. Being an attachment parent (having her sleep in our bed, nursing her on demand, carrying her everywhere) is trying at times but I think that the connection we have is so much stronger because of it. And I think it will stay that way no matter how old Lyla is.<br />
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xo<br />
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See something you like? Well, then....................... <a href="http://miskabelly.etsy.com/">SHOP!</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/86395724/vintage-baby-holiday-dress-ivory-and">Holiday Bow Dress, Size 9 months, $14</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/86396087/1960s-toddler-plaid-jumper-dress-with">1960s Plaid Jumper Dress, Size 4T, $13 </a></div>
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Holly Cardigan, Size 18 months...coming soon!</div>
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Little Lady Plaid Cardigan, Size 2-3T...coming soon! </div>
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/86396486/vintage-toddler-holiday-dressgreen-dress">Christmas Print Dress, Size 4T, $12</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/67013057/vintage-toddler-ski-lodge-moose-sweater">Ski Lodge Sweater Outfit, Size 2-3T, $18</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63902056/vintage-baby-red-and-white-velvet?">Red Velvet Shorts Suit, Size 9 months, $12</a></div>
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I wanted to share some photos that Andrew has sent me over the past few weeks. A little peek into daddy-daughter time.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1- Asleep in daddy's arms.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2- Happy little lady.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3- At Walmart...with the scarecrows (she calls them "baby").</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4- Yesterday, he was holding her like this, talking on the phone to me on my break and she fell asleep! This is seriously unheard of around these parts. She even stayed asleep while he changed her diaper!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5- Asleep in the car.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6- Daddy made her a pancake for dinner. She wasn't impressed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7- At Walmart (again!).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8- Sharing some of daddy's dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9- At a high school football game, in the front carrier (oh my...wish I could've been a fly on the wall! haha. Also? ASLEEP, again!).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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SO, Lyla obviously didn't wear her skunk costume all day on Halloween. But I did keep her festive-looking in black and orange and with candy corn socks! She was so cute and happy that day...playing with her little pumpkin. <br />
Here is her pre-costume Halloween outfit a.k.a. "<i>this is the shirt before the shirt.</i>"<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Black tights on a crawling baby don't mix well with our light-colored doggy (I was tempted to photoshop those hairs from her tights in the last photo, but opted not to). Added to my to-do list for this weekend: vacuum and mop the floors! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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J&AMiskabelle Vintagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031728229666565307noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-32442772044419138582011-11-02T11:02:00.000-04:002011-11-02T11:02:14.729-04:00Lyla's First HalloweenI used to LOVE planning my Halloween costume each year. Some of my favorites included a vampire (complete with slicked back hair and face paint), a pink lady from Grease (I even created the signature jacket from a pink hoodie I already owned), and a mime. When I got Sophie, our dog, I would create a little headdress for her each Halloween--a pumpkin head, a witch's hat, devil horns... So I thought for sure when a baby came into the picture I would be creating some crazy elaborate costume for her first Halloween. Well, these days I am lucky if there are no dirty dishes in the sink. In other words--I barely have time to shower, let alone sew a costume! Luckily my cousin's kids handed down THE cutest little skunk costume that their kids wore for their first Halloweens. It had a red bow tie, that I removed and re-sewed onto the ear, to make it a little more girly... but other than that, I just put on overtop Lyla's black leggings and shirt. Voila! Cutest. Skunk. Ever. <br />
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<i>My parents always hand out juice boxes (that's the big Kool Aid box in the background). The trick or treaters LOVE it! Those kids work up a thirst, running around the neighborhood gathering their candy.</i></div>
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<i>I attached Sophie's little witch hat to a headband to look festive for the occasion. </i></div>
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<i>These days, Lyla calls EVERYTHING "Baby?" She says it as a question..it is the cutest thing. I will try to post a video soon! So any scarecrow or pumpkin was "Baby?!"</i></div>
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The best part was, she didn't even mind wearing the costume! She crawled around, dragging her little tail and searching for candy (though, she still has no teeth. So she was just crinkling the wrappers with her hands). We visited all the grandparents' and she did great! First Halloween: SUCCESS.<br />
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xo<br />
JaymeMiskabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04464583143933967911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454704095982962165.post-39308796536672428042011-11-02T09:00:00.000-04:002011-11-02T09:00:08.800-04:00Aurora Style: Party GirlNot only do Jayme and I borrow stuff from the vintage shop to wear, but we also borrow for our babes. When Aurora got invited to her cousin Zoe's 2nd birthday, I had to put her in something festive. I remembered that these overalls were her size and decided to try them on: they were perfect!<br />
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</tbody></table>I know a lot of little girls like to wear dresses for parties, but I knew there would be a lot of playing outside or crawling around on the floor, so pants were a more comfortable option--yet still festive enough for a celebration! :)<br />
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Aurora has started to get into colorings and drawing (perhaps she'll be a visual artist like her auntie?), so these pics don't quite do the overalls justice. Here is a closer look--coming to the shop soon:<br />
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Light pink corduroy. White heart buttons. A ribbon applique with a lamb that reads "I Love Ewe." Heart ribbon ruffle at the back. And the cutest 80s balloon shape. (Size 2T!) By Buster Brown.<br />
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I love finding little quirky pieces like these! Kids clothes are so much fun (and we promise to keep adding fun things to the shop!).<br />
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xo<br />
AmandaMiskabelle Vintagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031728229666565307noreply@blogger.com0