She Knows Her Daddy

Something Meaningful

I am officially back to my size 2-4 post baby body. I am thrilled about it. People ask me all the time how I did it, and honestly....it's been a combination of Nick deploying and being a mom. I'm oftentimes so busy being a mommy to Dannika that I forget to eat. No, it is not healthy to NOT eat. With Nick being gone, I don't ever eat out, and I hate cooking for myself. So my diet in the evenings consists of turkey sandwiches on whole wheat bread (skip the mayo and cheese) and every once in a while, some whole wheat spaghetti topped with fresh chopped tomatoes and olive oil (with a dash of rosemary). I also have been running religiously every night...6-10 miles (with baby in tow in my high speed low drag jogging stroller), and every saturday and sunday, I do spin classes. I've also incorporated some weights and resistance training in the evenings before I go to bed. I can't wait for Nick to come home so he can see the "hot" new me!

Life's been a little crazy for me. Work hasn't gotten easier, and it's even more stressful when all I think about at work are Nick and Dannika....recruiting is the last thing I want to think about. I feel like I'm just going through the motions sometimes...trying to make the days pass...so it gets closer to Nick being home. I am positive I'll be the same, driven Marine I once was when I first came out here on this duty...but not until Nick comes home. No one quite understands when I say, "I'm tired". When I say, "I'm tired"...it means I've been up all night long (not cause of sleep insomnia), but I'm up all night long working. By work, I mean taking care of a teething baby who doesn't feel like sleeping at night. 

Is it weird though...that with all that going on...I wouldn't trade motherhood for the world????

PICS FROM THIS WEEKEND

This picture makes me laugh cause Dannika has no idea that she has a banana puff stuck to her little buddah belly.

After one of her crying fits...

She loves playing in the laundry basket....weirdo

Skyping with grandma and Aunt Lydi...

We decided to kill some time at the Burlington Coat Factory...apparently, she doesn't like waiting in line...

"Your son is adorable..."

"Thanks...SHE is beautiful, isn't she??"

People often mistake my beautiful baby girl for a little boy. I think part of the reason may be the fact that she is lacking a little on top...*luscious locks of beautiful hair*. Unfortunately, she is doomed. I was a baldie until like age 4...and Nick was a baldie until he was like 2. I have thick long straight hair now. I've never had a hair dresser not compliment me about how gorgeous my hair is...not to sound conceited or anything...but I love my hair. I thank my asian roots for that one. I am hopeful that one day, Dannika will have gorgeous hair. However...until that day comes...she will continue to wear giant flowers and bows on her head, and she will always have little diamond earrings in her ears.

my pretty girl

Plaid shorts...and even with a pink bib...I guess she slightly resembles a little boy here..

There's Nothing Sexier Than...

A man who defends freedom...

Pictures he sends me of himself put big smiles on my face...

That always calms my heart a little...

but I still miss him like crazy.

Baby Feet

There are a lot of things that my sweet baby girl inherited from her father.

*his facial expressions*

*his ears that stick out*

*her "whiteness"*

*his hazel colored eyes*

and...

His extremely narrow feet.

Buying shoes for Dannika has been a pain in my arse for a number of reasons...

1. She has small petite feet...according to the shoe salesman at Nordstrom's

2. She has extremely narrow feet

I can't just go buy her any old shoe because of her feet. I found two brands of shoes this weekend though that fit her feet and don't fall off of them. Converse sneakers ($30) and Robeez sandals with an elastic back and velcro strap ($30). That is $60 in shoes for a 10 month old. 

But...it's the price you gotta pay for beauty.

Aren't they adorable?