Touring the National Harbor

Hello Monday, we meet again.  The holidays passed by quickly, but don’t they always?  It was nice spending time with family and friends, plus having Ryan home was a treat.  If only we could have a 4-day weekend every weekend…

Last night I didn’t get much sleep, but I did make a batch of what I call my “Everyday Pancakes” before our chiropractor appointment this morning.  They were vegan-ized using a flax egg because we were out of traditional eggs and I added a little brown sugar to the batter so there were pockets of melty sugar.  Delicious!


Friday night friends came over for a game night.  We ordered take-out from Cafesano which is a local Mediterranean restaurant.  The menu had a great selection of soups, salads, paninis, wraps, kabob platters, pizzas, and pastas so no one had trouble finding something appealing.  A few people got pizza {myself included, I love brick oven pizza crust!}, salads, kebabs, and one person tried the lasagna.

Once our bellies were full, we played Cards Against Humanity and Catch Phrase!  Everyone laughed hysterically late into the night.  I don’t remember the last time I was awake until midnight…  It definitely was before Evie’s arrival.


Saturday morning we took our time and did a few things around the house before heading to the National Harbor.  I signed up for a race at the National Harbor a couple of years ago, but nothing was open that early in the morning and I haven’t been back since.

For the past few years and this year included, the Gaylord National Resort puts up beautiful holiday decorations and hosts ICE!  ICE! is essentially a large ice house that contains more than two million pounds of hand-carved ice sculptures, four ice slides, and numerous rooms depicting the chosen story.  The story this year was Frosty the Snowman.








We didn’t see ICE! since it would have been a bit too cold for Evie {it’s a chilly 9*F}, but maybe next year.  It would be a fun tradition to start!  After touring the resort we walked around the shops and sat down for a drink before heading home.












Sunday started similarly to Saturday, relaxing and slow.  Evie has been having trouble falling back asleep after her middle of the night feeding for the past week, so I’ve been taking her downstairs to lay on the couch and hope there’s something other than infomercials on TV.  She eventually falls back asleep on my chest/lap and will wake up once for a feeding but then will sleep until anywhere between 9 and 11AM.

After lunch we went to my momma’s house to help her set up her new digital picture frame.  We thought it was the perfect Christmas gift for a new grandmomma {we gave one to Ryan’s mom, too} and since we can email pictures directly to the frame, we hopefully won’t be getting too many “How do I…” calls.


On the way home Ryan dropped me off at the gym for a quick workout.  I walked a mile, ran a mile, walked a mile, and ran another mile.  The last mile I sprinted which felt amazing for the first few minutes, but then my knee started aching.  I tweaked it when I ran the Rock ‘n’ Roll USA Half Marathon last March.  Hopefully some strengthening exercises is all it needs.

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— Allison


An Enchanting Williamsburg Wedding

It’s hard to believe that last weekend’s getaway was our last trip before Baby Szed makes her appearance.  As of today, I’m 33 weeks and my belly is growing by the second.

As someone who has lived in Virginia for my whole life, you’d think that I would have visited Williamsburg a few times…  To tour one of the numerous historical homes, to visit one of the many museums, to ride a roller coaster at Busch Gardens, or to spend a long weekend at one of the quaint bed and breakfasts.  Sadly, I hardly remember our elementary class field trip to Williamsburg and a later trip to Busch Gardens.  The thing that stood out about both trips was the weather.  It was scorching hot, humid, and I couldn’t wait to get home.

Last weekend was the complete opposite.  It was beautiful, dreamy, enchanting, and whimsical.  It was easily one of the prettiest Virginia weekends that I can remember.  Saturday morning Ryan and I drove down to an area northeast of Williamsburg known as Gloucester, VA.  We were thrilled to have the opportunity to celebrate a good friend from high school’s wedding.



between cracking jokes & watching Baby Szed move, the hours passed quickly



the wedding ceremony & reception both took place at The Inn at Warner Hall




the mature trees blowing in the wind made the ceremony feel intimate



the bride looked stunning{!} – look at the detail on her dress



they couldn’t take their eyes off of each other





the manor house was built in the 1640’s {read more history here}



a fun way to remember the night – use a Polaroid camera & ask guests to write a caption



the lanterns made the reception feel warm





cocktails were served on the patio & the reception took place in a gorgeous white tent




a picture perfect painted sunset

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— Allison


It’s Okay to Ask for Help

Oomph.  This past weekend was another doozy.  Last weekend we moved, this weekend we painted, and both weekends I didn’t shower for two days in a row.  I definitely had a “glow” to me and it wasn’t a pregnancy glow.


In high school my dad and I painted my bedroom, but I guess I forgot how much work painting entails.  The bottoms of my feet ache, my knees are tight, my shoulders are sore, and my neck is stiff.

Last week Ryan and I made a list of rooms that we wanted to repaint/touch up, but I completely misjudged how long the process would take.  Clean, sand, patch, sand, tape, edge, paint, apply a second coat, touch up mistakes, and finally clean {again}.  I thought we could plow through our entire list in two days.  I was wrong.

We managed to repaint the entire half bath and master bathroom, plus we patched/touched up the kitchen, dining room, and family room.  Next weekend we’re planning to tackle the master bedroom and nursery.  The basement bathroom and bedroom are last on our list.




Despite waking up this morning feeling like I did two full days of BodyPump, I actually enjoyed spending the weekend painting.  It’s so rewarding and much more budget friendly than hiring a contractor.  Not to mention, I learned a lot…

Like how to spackle holes in the wall.  That when in doubt, go with gravity and start painting the top first – ceiling, walls, doors, and the trim last.  Goof Off is a messy painters’ best friend.  I’m a messy painter who drips paint all over herself and the floor.  And most importantly, it’s okay to ask for help.

Ryan and I have had an overwhelming number of friends lend a helping hand the past couple of weeks.  From giving us boxes, to helping us pack/unpack, giving us a good laugh when frustrations are running high, keeping our bellies full with good food, and helping us fix mistakes the contractor made before we moved in.  It’s hard to put into words how appreciative and thankful we are.  We truly could not have done it without their help.

Help.  When the word first comes to mind, does it have a positive or a negative connotation?  In my personal life I’ve always struggled with asking for help.  I have no problem asking for help in work situations – if I don’t understand something, I’m the first to raise my hand.  But when it comes to asking for help from my family or friends, I tend to shy away and wait until I’m totally desperate.


Why?  Shouldn’t it be easier for us ask for help from the people we’re closest to {family and friends}?  One would think.  But time is precious.  It’s one of the few things in life that you never can get back.

In my mind, asking for help from is essentially the same thing as asking someone to share their time with me.  And I know how busy my family and friends lives are, so I assume that they don’t have extra time for my needs.  But the past two weekends have helped me to realize that my thinking couldn’t be further from the truth.

Family and friends are in our lives for numerous reasons and one of them is to help when called upon.  Asking for help doesn’t make a person weak.  It doesn’t make them needy.  It doesn’t mean that they’re incapable of doing things themselves.  It’s okay.

Thank you to all of our family and friends for your help.  You all have been wonderful and we definitely couldn’t have done it without your help.

— Allison