January 31, 2013

a collection.

because just when you thought this got old 6 years ago, you have a baby and it's a whole new world again.


and i swear im not a slob. that pile of clothes behind us is sitting there waiting to be photographed for my instagram resale shop because as it turns out, i have way too many clothes.

so tune into @thehankhouse to get your shop on. very soon.

January 29, 2013

please tell me you all know michelle from mishlovinlife. she's that fabulous beauty in that picture, thurr. 

well if not, this is an excellent time to get to know her because she is having a huge giveaway from a whole gang of bloggers, ready to give away their goods to YOU. and yes, i just happen to be one of them. i'm giving away a free blog design makeover and since it will be my first since i had little river man, i'm both nervous and excited. 

may this one kick start me back into the game of blog design. 

i can be me again, right?

so off you go. 

January 27, 2013

so real quickly, before i go about my day because i am super busy... .... ...

i read my first novel in like a millenium and it felt so damn good, i can't even. if you follow my assography on instagram, you might have seen that i bought some books the other day - most were children's books because river is a mad genius and needed some new material - but one was for me! the language of flowers, as i'm almost positive it was titled, was not the best book i've ever read but it was undeniably decent.

spot on with that book title, eh?

just decent enough to jump start my reading bug. i'm reading pride and prejudice currently because well, i'm not sure i've ever actually read it and since i've always wanted to be in the jane austen book club, i figure i better get started.

so the best parts of the book are the character development (i wish i knew some of these people in real life and yes, i know they're not really people) and the actual language of flowers. i love that they include a dictionary of flowers and their supposed meanings. makes me want to build a bouquet of words and emotions. makes me like flowers a little more. ya know, until they, too, die on my table after weeks of sitting there with no water and then the smell is so unbearable that i'll barely be able to carry them to the trash and then forget about washing that stinking vase so in that trash that goes too and i'm back to my old self again.

ok but the worst part and it pops up all over the place, is the main character's addiction to assumptions and self pity. i almost can't take it. and unfortunately, i see it happen often in real life. and since i believe it is the ruin of many otherwise happy people, i'd like to explore it a bit.

this all stems from an inability to communicate. and maybe it's out of fear or laziness or...ha! assumption, but people just need to communicate better. so often, i can almost see what people are thinking but then, out of their mouth comes the complete opposite, the words that they think you want to hear or what they think is more appropriate, acceptable and it drives me nuts. makes me want to get up and walk away because this conversation is no longer really happening.

so many times in this novel, she wants one thing and yet, thinks it's probably not what the other person wants her to do, so instead, she does the opposite and suffers big time for it. and since she never tells the other person what she really wanted all along, she wastes years, YEARS people, regretting and dwelling and denying her truth. am i rambling?

anyway, all i can say, is be honest with yourself and with those around you. sure, it's possible they might get their feelings hurt at first. or maybe they'll get to know you and themselves even better. or maybe they'll find some kind of freedom in speaking with you and grow into the person they're meant to be. who knows! but you owe it to everyone, if not just your sanity, to be true and honest and real. societal norms be damned.

...i'm thinking pride and prejudice is not the best book for me to delve into after all this. whoops.


January 21, 2013

on january 10th, river realized he could growl. that was also the day he put himself to sleep, in his crib, for the night.

he's been sleeping in his crib for some weeks now. it's rather fabulous.
and the growl is used every day since. he's in love with his new voice and frankly, so am i.

at 4 months, he's happy when anyone is singing. it's really the only way we can get him to cuddle, to lay with us for just a few minutes longer, before he squirms, arches, and whines his way out of our arms and up into a standing position. standing, it's his fave.

also on the menu, reaching. reaching for everything. and just as that everything is in his little hand, he puts it in his mouth. oh, yum. but my favorite, is when he reaches for me. maybe he just wants to touch my shirt, grab my lip or pull my hair, but it feels like love. and i eat it right up.

his first attempt at typing:

ยตยตยต∆˜ j m szszfgbvcffxsaadz  j

he knows more alt+ combos than i do!

oh and on a side note, i'm watching the miss america pageant right now and its like, i cant even, is this for serious because um, wait, what? in my judgmental opinion, it's between the baton twirler and the tap dancer. ya know, just as long as there is no more dancing. like, ever.

ok, this post was started a few days ago, but i'm pretty sure the tap dancer won. just sayin'...

at 4 months, river weighs a little over 15 pounds. he's trying his hardest to sit up on his own. he rolls from his tummy to back and is sooo close to rolling from back to tummy. he loves his reflection more than ever and is so very ticklish.

the end.
isn't blogging babies so. much. fun.!??! !


January 10, 2013

this photo is from january 2011 and has nothing to do with this post. #tbt on yo asses.

i watched the price is right today for the first time in years. i have to say, i liked it. i find drew carey relatable, fun, easy, light. i found the contestants to be super happy and energetic, knowledgable and eager. there is a pregnant model and even a male model! it's like the real world with prizes and smiles and clapping and jumping all around. my very own happy hour with coffee and if im lucky, a napping baby in the background.

oh the joys of staying at home with mah babeh.

yes, did i mention, i'm officially staying at home these days. me, a sahm. a saaaam. a sa-HAM. don't worry, i'm still trying to wrap my head around this new reality.

and as such, i am still doing odd projects for my previous company, for as long as they'll have me. and for as long as i am content to have them. my first on-site shoot is tomorrow, friday. i'm feeling...meh. it's tedious at this point. i've not been away from river for an entire day yet. especially to do adult, work things that require brain power, getting dressed and producing results. so we'll see how i feel after. exhilarated? bored? happy? indifferent?


totally unrelated to the above. today, i was nursing in the parking lot at world market because i like to shop. and i watched as a woman didn't put her cart away, got into her car and drove off, as her cart rolled from one end ALL the way to the other end of the lot, nearly missing two cars and slamming into the curb right in front of applebees. one car had to actually speed off to miss the cart. i was so mesmerized by this sight that i sat up to see where the cart would end up, causing a little fuss from the babe who was like..um, hello, how am i supposed to eat if im down here and you're up there??! details, details, kid.

moral of tonight's stories: game shows still got it, work is weird, put your damn carts back where they belong.


January 6, 2013


we stopped in today, at our local indian store (yes, that's really what it's called) and kinda, sorta fell in love with it. filled with leather, old prints, animal skulls, dream catchers, feathers, turquoise, blankets, and on and on and on, it's a dreamy place to be. not to be ousted from the tribe, we purchased some goodies. river scored on some new moccasins, as seen above. and i snagged a fancy Pendleton wristlet, perfect as the bag within the diaper bag.

we also went to costco and bought a cart's full of fruit, coffee and wine. our version of the new year detox.

it's pretty stellar.


January 2, 2013

december marked 3 months

i took this photo on december 8th, when river officially turned 3 months.

does anyone else feel super conflicted about weeks vs. months and what actually constitutes time. weeks happen sooner than months, as in, 12 weeks came before 3 months but ya know, we don't say happy birthday until the 8th. i dunno, i mean, i get it but it super bugs me. super.

so yes, a month ago [almost], river was 3 months old and he was doing new things. unfortunately i can't realllly remember all of them. worst mother award? old school mother award?

i take photos every day of my kid, i can't help myself. but i don't sit down and write down when new things come about. i wish i did.

i do know that by this time, he had rolled from front to back repeatedly, but only on his left side. i know he was starting to enjoy tummy time much more. he laughed a lot. he's super ticklish and it's amazing.

he chilled in his bumbo seat mucho and loved staring at christmas tree lights. he was becoming a serious babble monster and really started to love taking walks in the carrier.

he cried during every car ride. every one. not exaggerating. sometimes for the entire duration. we didn't leave the house in a car too often.

i'd guess from all my photos that he was just starting to grab his toes and only on his left side. he was in full star fish mode. legs and arms sprawled after he slapped them on the ground, all at once. and then, he'd realized what he'd done and do it again, wide eyed.

oh and that was the month that he started eating his fingers and hands vigorously. drool party commenced. reflux subsided.

good things.

and it looks like he even had a bath on his birthday! which, if i'm being honest, doesn't happen all that often. today is wednesday and i beeelieve his last bath was on....saturday? i mean, for serious, what is there to wash? his netherlands are cleaned all the day long and im wiping drool and fuzz from his face and neck on the constant. he's a freshie baby. fresh, i say.

but he does love a good bath. he started kicking his legs in the water this month too. it was part awesome, part kitchen monsoon.

clearly, this kid's got faces.

like his mama.

happy 3 months, last month, little riv, i lurve you.