Friday, July 20, 2012

Cherish it.

My favorite time of day since Apollo was born has been bedtime. He loves his bath (I mean, if I ever give him one...) and cuddles with me in his towel afterwards. I give him his Night night giraffe while we cuddle and drink milk while we rock in his blue rocking chair. My new favorite thing though is the way he puts his finger to his lips and says "ssssssssss" because he knows it's quiet time. We sing a few songs and he shushes me and gives me and his giraffe lots of kisses and gives the biggest smiles in the whole world. We say a prayer, I kiss him on the forehead and I put him down in his crib where he holds his giraffe tight, rolls on his side and waits for me to put his blanket over him. Some days are so hard with a 14 month old baby. Some moments I just want to rip my hair out. Some nights I don't have the patience to make our night routine special, and sometimes he doesn't. It's still the best part of our day no matter what. The past week was a little rough with his new bedroom, but I think we've all started to become adjusted to our new home. Pictures soon! I promise :)

Monday, May 28, 2012


Lots of things are happening. Lots of changes for 2012. Aaron and I put an offer on a house in Lehi. We'll probably be moving the first week of July. Add a few !!!!! in there. It's nerve wracking and exciting at the same time. It's a small house, but perfect for what we'll need for a long time. AND, we're expecting a new baby December 21st. I can't even wrap my mind around how I'll handle a newborn again while a toddler is running around under my feet (if he ever learns to walk, that is). It's going to be insane and awesome at the same time. I can't wait to see Paul be a big brother. Most days I can't decide if two little boys running around would be more fun than having one of each. Either way will be just perfect. I love my little growing family.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

I have four distinct memories from elementary school that I have been thinking a lot about this morning.


There was a girl who didn't like me. She always carried around one of those puppies with big eyes. Everywhere. On what seemed to be my first day of Kindergarten (I'm sure it wasn't) she took her puppy and put it in my backpack. I saw the two girls holding hands and walking up to the teacher crying about how the puppy was missing and I felt so bad for her. The teacher's assistant went through all of our backpacks and found it in mine and took me aside. I cried so hard. I would never do anything like that! Why would she believe them? I thought about this almost everyday and it made me so sick that someone would think I would have done that.

First grade:

I sat next to a boy in class. I never really minded being friends with boys or girls and we had a lot of fun together. One day he showed me the word find the teacher had given us and he cut the list of words out of it and put it in his pencil box so we could see the words when we took the test. I really didn't understand that that was cheating I thought it was just a smart idea. A girl saw us cheating and went and told the teacher in the middle of the test. I didn't realize it was wrong until the boy kept shoving the paper in front of me and saying he didn't want it anymore. She told me I knew exactly what I was doing and that I was a cheater in front of the whole class. I told her I really didn't know that it was wrong but she kept going on, yelling.

Third or Fourth grade:

My friend was hanging from the monkey bars by her knees and I tickled her and she fell off onto her back. My teacher's whistle blew, I thought she was okay, yelled sorry and went in with my class, hardly thinking about it. Later, my friends teacher came in, took me aside and told me the air had been knocked out of her and she couldn't breath and I was scared of getting in trouble so I ran inside. None of this was true, I didn't know that I had hurt her, heard the whistle and had to go. But she kept yelling at me and telling me I was just scared of getting in trouble so I ran off. I ran off to pretend like someone else had done it. Eventually I think I just told her, yes, I was scared to get in trouble so I ran off, JUST so she would stop yelling at me and making me feel small.

Last story:

Although this story isn't by any means a terrible childhood story I'm going to be vague about it since it is not quite my own. One of my siblings was trying to help out and used table salt to melt the ice on the sidewalk. Our mother wanted to know who did it, not because she was mad, but just to explain that we have two different kinds of salt. No one would admit to it, and I instantly felt guilt like I had done it. So many times I wanted to take the blame for things and felt so guilty about things I had done. Maybe I HAD taken the table salt, could I just not remember? Maybe I DID pee on the floor in the bathroom (highly unlikely, since I am a girl). My parents never caused this kind of guilt, but I started to feel it anyway because of school and the way the teachers made me feel.

Obviously, I shouldn't have cheated on the test. Obviously I shouldn't have tickled my friend while she was hanging upside down and fell AND I shouldn't have just left her there. But I honestly was innocent in the sense that I honestly DIDN'T know. I had never heard of cheating before, I just thought it was a smart idea to help us get through a test. I honestly thought in my 7 years that getting back to my class on time was the MOST important thing. I was less mature than my classmates, obviously.

The point is, I got to a point where I was scared of telling the truth because whenever I did I seemed to get questioned and questioned and questioned as if I had actually done something wrong. If I was telling the truth and this was the consequence, then what would happen if actually admitted I did something bad? Would they make me feel even worse about what I did?

I don't feel like all teachers are like this and I don't think all children are that naive and children DO lie. I don't want to give my children the benefit of the doubt all the time but I don't want to make them feel like dirt for telling me how they view the world. Or to make them feel like dirt for doing something that was wrong. Because lying kids = lying teenagers. I could always tell my mom what I did wrong without her making me feel awful. I didn't always tell her the truth, but I want my kids to feel like they can come to me and receive discipline without judgement.

Those are just my thoughts today.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Tuesday, April 3, 2012


Motherhood at first was a kick in the pants. Motherhood now has to be as easy as it gets. I know what my baby needs when he needs it, I know how to deal with teething children, I don't worry about how much milk he's getting and I don't stress about the small stuff nearly as much. I love that he is still crawling, I'm not sure how ready I am for him to be walking. I'll be happy to wait a few more months. I love his cute little crawl... A friend in the ward has the easiest baby I've ever seen. Even her cries are soft and sweet. Sometimes I wish I had such an easy going baby, but I have a rough and tumble baby that isn't afraid of anything (except other babies).

I'm not the kind of mom who walks around with a hand over his head to make sure he doesn't bonk it, I let him discover things and tumble without causing too much of a fuss. I feel like that and helping his sleeping habits are the two things that have made his life and my life a little less drama free. The sleeping thing took about 6 months to master, but I'm happy to say I have the perfect sleeping baby... 90% of the time. I stress about the little things. I hate when Apollo gets off routine. I like him to be put down for bed JUST SO and put down for naps JUST LIKE THIS. I'm trying to be less neurotic about it, and it gets easier as he gets older.

I used to see other people with children around the age of Apollo and wonder "When are they having their next baby?" I never realized how close 18 months was until recently. Apollo is turning one year old and he is still my baby! He's so small. The trouble with having your first child is wondering when you will have your second. How far apart is too far? How close is too close? I want my children to have playmates, not extra parents, ya know what I mean?

Anyway, this is just a jumble of thoughts, but I'm glad to be a mother.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Have I mentioned my new Saturday routine? I kick Aaron and Apollo out of the house and CLEAN. Yes, I pretty much only clean once a week and that is probably gross. Aside from dishes, laundry and general toy picking up I don't have a moment where someone (Aaron) isn't asleep to vacuum. Have you ever noticed when you're doing really awesome in one area, you're suffering terribly in another? Right now I'm cooking and eating extremely well, but my house looks like that hoarders show on television. In fact, I'm not sure why I'm blogging when I could be cleaning.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

My Valentine's day gift :)

Aaron keeps telling me to tell the world what he got me for Valentines day! He got me a diamond necklace. I was very very surprised and I felt very loved. We aren't the most romantic of couples, (I bought him a jacket for V-day ... ) although we love each other very much. We went out to eat at Red Lobster and both had lobster for the first time (heavenly!) the Friday before V-day while my mom watched our baby. I loved it. And him. And my necklace. And tax returns.

Shut up about diapers.

Is that what you're thinking? Because all I can think about is cloth diapers. Seriously I think it's more of a hobby than anything else. I just found the cheapest and cutest diapers in the world and I'm sort of going on a shopping spree ... for other people. I've decided to take a look at what I've actually spent with my diaper addiction...

24 sunbaby diapers with inserts - $108
2 bumgenius diapers with inserts - $35 (way too much)
2 alva baby diapers with inserts - $7
Night time disposables  $60 

So about 210. And I probably definitely don't need that many. If I could bring myself to figure out a night time solution I would save more but I don't know if I want him to wake up because he's wet just to save a few dollars here and then.

I love it. Do I suggest doing it just if you want to save money? Yes. I've calculated it several times with the energy it costs, the costs of the diapers through the first year and it saves you about half the first year alone. The next year? Pure savings. The next baby? Even better. Yet I will want cuter ones than the ones I have now next time...

If you like the earth then I suggest cloth diapers too. 

It's no worse than changing a disposable. It's less stinky, that's for sure. I can't stand changing a disposable in the morning. One poopy diaper a day isn't as bad as you might think. Maybe I need a different kind of diaper but when he's in a disposable I feel like he just reeks of pee minutes after I put in on him. I could NEVER do the flat diapers that people do (yes, people still use those) it seems really complicated and gross.

Anyway..... diapers on the brain. 

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


Don't you love when people post their pins on their blog? No? Meh, whatever. I need a to do list ;)

I would like to do these... this month... ish.Actually, I'm making the soup tonight. The sailboat mobile is for my friend Sarah's pirate themed nursery! How cute is that? And that growth chart is darling and just in time for Paul's first birthday :)

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


Three things I have been failing at lately:

Taking videos of Apollo
Taking pictures of Apollo
Writing blogs

Two things I have been doing well lately:

Reading lots of books to my sweet baby
Cooking more frequently

These days aren't very exciting for the Herrmann family. We. Are. Busy. Aaron is both working and going to school full time. He sleeps part time.

Apollo is 21 pounds and 29 inches tall. I am 62 inches. He's almost half my height. He hates eating anything that involves a utensil. Seriously. He will only eat finger foods now and NO baby food what so ever. I sneak oatmeal into his nighttime bottle (even though I'm not supposed to) to make sure he gets his oatmeal in. I don't know how else to get him to eat it anymore aside from turning it into some kind of solid.... cereal bars?? I'm hopeful. He drinks four bottles a day. And by drink I mean guzzles. He's so cute. He crawls everywhere, cruises along furniture, turns pages in books, and sucks on his binky all. day. long. His favorite place? Walmart seasonal aisle. His favorite food? veggie/fruit baby puffs, bananas and bread. He loves his stuffed giraffe that we give him at night time, loves to drink out of grown ups cups, and he LOVES to pretend to drink out of soda cans. 

I work and play with my sweet baby until he passes out at 9pm.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

I started a secret blog.

It's a weight loss blog. I might let a few people read it. I need somewhere to be accountable for my weekly/monthly/quarterly goals. I'll let you know how it's going :)

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


I put an offer on a house yesterday and a few hours later we found out that we didn't get it! I feel like I've been dumped by a short term boyfriend. I might take a break from the dating scene for a few months...  Isn't that what you do after you get burned? I guess we'll see. I was breaking my 12 month plan anyway, but I am bummed. I even tried to take it slow... I tried not to fall in love... sigh.

Maybe that's why I spent way too much money at Target just now. Retail therapy for the win!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Are you sick of me posting frequently?

I've been thinking about my goals for the new year. I have this thing I've been calling the "Twelve Month Plan" that I have been talking to Aaron about. I'm not going to get into the specifics but my main goal for 2012 is to buy a house. Scary right? Am I crazy? The market is really good. We can get a house twice the size of our apartment for a lot cheaper than our rent. It won't be a big house or anything, just something we can have a few kids in, have an area for visiting and an area for playing/tvwatching/making messes. I think that's my main motivator. It's kind of scary to buy a house before Aaron graduates and finds a job, and we'd probably move pretty far out from the freeway which would really suck and add at least twenty minutes onto our commutes... AND people don't come to my house now, so ya know, whatever. I have some friends in the city we're looking into (friends with kids!) so that is nice.

Anyway, onto the goals. These three were my goals from last year -

Clean Up the Language
Grade: F
I don't even have anything to say about this. I have foulest mouth I know. Amen. 

Finding Joy in the Journey
Grade: B

Finding Opportunities to Serve
Grade: C 

I'm glad I took the time to make goals last year, and I'm glad there were only three of them. Because I didn't do so well and I'm okay with that. Needless to say, I will be working with these goals for the next year as well. 

Other goals:
Daily scripture reading as a family
Aaron and I have a 30 minute overlap where we are both awake everyday. Reading scriptures is probably better for us than say... watching How I Met Your Mother on Netflix.
Cook three dinners per week 
It's kind of sad that I have trouble even making 3 meals a week... but it's also kind of sad I share about... 0 meals with my husband. Why cook when he's either going to have to eat it cold or I'm going to have to wait to eat until 9 PM. Crock pots, my friends... Crock pots...

Okay... That's basically it. I'm shooting low again this year, I'm not pregnant, but I'm definitely busier than last year.


Wednesday, January 4, 2012

A Year In Review...

You how the best bloggers do a year in review where they show their favorite photos/videos/outfits/blog posts of the year? It looks fun right? I'm going to do that so all three of you readers can reminisce my year with me.

January 2011
I was pregnant. 
(and our car got stolen)
February 2011
I was still pregnant.
(and our car was found at the mall)
March 2011
I became the biggest pregnant person on the planet.
April 2011
Apollo Cody came into our lives!
May 2011
I got over the baby blues, lost the baby weight and stepped out of my hibernation.
June 2011
I chopped off all of my hair and went back to work. 
July 2011
Apollo had his first sleepover at grandma's house. Not by choice... I was rushed to the ER at work and had surgery the next day! Yay! 
August 2011
We took our anniversary snapshot. Apparently that's all we did because I didn't blog that month. 
September 2011
Apollo had his first play date with Kortney! He also got his first tooth and tried food for the first time :) I had a birthday too I think...
October 2011
We were the Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe for Apollo's first Halloween. 
November 2011
Paul's first Thanksgiving (my favorite holiday!)
December 2011
Pollywog's first Christmas. It was the best Christmas of my life!

So there you have it. My year in review. It went by quickly and I'm still foggy on the details (still waking up 1-2 times a night with this little guy, with no husband to trade off  = cloudy brain).  I made a few new friends this year, lost twenty pounds (haha, you know, since I was pregnant in the beginning), threw an awesome party (that I still haven't blogged about) hung out with some of my best friends on the planet, deactivated facebook, got a weird tan and cloth diapered. That's about it. 

Also, right now someone at work smells like weed.  

Monday, January 2, 2012

11 Days.

I haven't been to work in 11 days.

And I only used 3.5 days of vacation time. There is something wonderful about the Holidays...

I think the past 11 days were the best days of my life. I really enjoyed being home with Apollo, doing mom day-time stuff, being able to see my husband, cook dinner, exercise (ok I did that like twice...) Hang out with my family, celebrate holidays, clean my house, walk through Ikea, plan for the future...

Tomorrow I will be going back to "real life". I am so not excited. 

Two weeks ago I would have said "being a stay at home mom is harder than being a working mom," and while I still feel like that is true, it's hard to GO to work. Make any sense? The part that makes being a working mom hard is just missing Apollo.


He said Mama yesterday.