A weekly portrait of my children:

Avery (age 4) : don't blink, because they get old fast
Eliza (age 2.5) : too cool for school, or joanns (so many trip to joanns...)
Ivy (age 1) : big girl table, big girl spoon, yogurt everywhere



A weekly portrait of my children:

Avery (age 4) : doing homework
Eliza (age 2.5) : fully occupied by a mirror while mom folds laundry
Ivy (age 1) : bath time is her favorite time




A weekly portrait of my children:

Avery (age 4) : painting is her favorite
Eliza (age 2.5) : telling me about the owls in the trees
Ivy (age 1) : not yet a "walker" but a darn cute "stander" 


6 months!

This blog has been lonely for a while. Sorry about that. I've been sewing and watching West Wing a lot, so my computer has been occupied, as have my hands for typing. But, today is December 19! I'm sure this holds a lot of significance to you, but for us, or me rather, it's 6 months since Ivy's surgery. And y'all, I'm having mad flashbacks of when we found out about her condition a year ago. Christmas last year was tender to say the least. I didn't know so many things about Ivy and her life, so we cherished so much of it. My mom knew this feeling I was having a flew out to spend that holiday with us. Mom of the year award, right there.

We had Ivy's one year well check, 3 weeks late, which fell on the day we found out about her cranio, one year ago. (Did that even make sense?) My doctor, with whom I love, asked how Ivy was doing, and I can't really complain even though she's a touch fussy and clingy. I said to her doctor, "She's good, she's alive." HEAVY MEL!!! But my doctor understood what I meant. And she goes, "Yes, she is! And doing so well, but let's look at her ears while we have her here." So, Ivy had a ear infection, but y'all, a year ago, she needed x-rays and an emergency CT scan of her skull, so, having to grab an antibiotic was much easier than driving to the hospital with a world of unknowns on the horizon. Like, sheesh, what's that expression these days? ALL THE FEELS!

I do love Ivy. I love what her life has done to me. I'm completely selfish with her. She just wants to be held all day or play at my feet or cry at 2:00am for some extra snuggles. And I really do love it. It's super cheesy when mom's say "can they just stay small forever?" But, truth be told, that's all I want in the world with my Ivy. She took 2 steps on Sunday and 4 steps yesterday, and I wanted to push her down so that she never walks and I can just hold her forever. Oh my gosh, I'm absurd.

Ivy's scar barely shows now, and the dissolvable lego pieces they put to keep her skull plates apart only leave tiny bumps near her temples. (Obviously I don't know what they are called, but Dr. Mom called them lego pieces.) And some days, I don't think about. She's one of the girls, playing and goofing with the rest of them. But sometimes, she's that one month old who was recently told that she was deformed and my arms were the only thing to protect her from the world. I told Ken that I don't know why I want to keep her a baby so badly, and he said that for months that baby stage was peppered with a lot of fear and worry, and those milestones held different meanings. He said I didn't get that "normal" baby time like with the other two because there was this lingering Thing hovering over us.

But that's gone! No more hovering! But the memories of this year are fresh and I hope I ever forget how intense that time all was. A year ago, I was so scared yet so hopeful. And today, I'm just incredibly thankful.

Didn't I say that I was done blogging about Ivy's cranio? Ha, yeah right.

a month before surgery

A couple other posts about my girl and her cranio, if emotions are fun for you. 


skeleton pajamas

I don't know how I get sucked into these trends. I'm usually very quick to declare the opposite. But those dang skeleton pajamas. What is it with those? Everyone has them, gap, old navy, carters. It's like, really adorable. This Halloween the girls have really taken to all the decorations around town. It became part of our evening ritual, to go look at the skeletons on St. Charles. I do think the corner of St. Charles and State takes Halloween more seriously than Christmas, from a street watchers perspective. I'm not going to put a picture of this, because you have to see it. It's fantastic.

Anyway, as we make our way home from the evening event, Ken and I pretend the skeletons are gone, or that they are sleeping. The girls then try to hard to find them. It's wildly fun to be a Kostrzewa. Avery has increased in the "smarts" category lately and will call us out on our silly antics. She now knows where we're going once we leave the house and make our first turn on to whichever street. This could be said that we don't go to but 10 places, or that she's quite observant. But, skeletons. Our girls love skeletons!

So, we find ourselves at Walmart a couple days before Halloween, and I'm not sure what I was buying. You really go to Walmart just to get ONE THING. And it's not like Target where you go there for fun. Target is fun. Walmart is a chore. Do you agree? It was a dreadful day at Walmart, as most are, and the social commentary. Oh, the social commentary. I can't share that with a 4 year old so the texts to Ken are constant.

But on clearance, we found skeleton pajamas. Like super ridiculous pink ones where the bones are made up of hearts, and they happened to have a 4T, 2T, and 12 month all right next to each other. Just like that. And then ended up in the cart, and we quickly left Walmart as to keep some hope in humanity in tact.

We raced through dinner, and took quick baths and pulled the pajamas fresh out of the dryer because it was skeleton pajama time! I convinced myself that the girls earned new jams because of their crazy impressive milestone of all three of them sharing a room, which still blows me away. So, I took a million pictures!!!

I posted one on Instagram, but these were the lot of them. I'm like a 20:1 ratio of what I snap to what gets posted. So absurd.

Ivy LOVES her sisters. It's been just about the best thing to happen to me. 


the twirl shop Holiday line!

It might be too early to start with all this Christmas stuff, but it's never too early to get some holiday skirts in your life! I added my Holiday line up to the shop and I think it's all fabulous. Here it is!








update with photos

Friends! How are you? This is a photo dump, so if you're looking for ramblings, that's not today. If your'e looking for something to quickly scroll through, this is the post for you!! I do try to keep this blog to family stuff, but the shop has been occupying most of my free time and I want to share what has been going on! First off, these new skirts and bibs are in the shop now:

There's a coupon code right now: HAPPYFALL to save 15%. Shop HERE!  

 The Twirl shop is now an LLC! So, technically I own my own company. This, this is thrilling. Oh the conversations I can have a cocktail parties. Now, to get invited to a cocktail party. That's the next goal. (Banner designed by Rachelle!)

Do you wanna build snowman?? These Olaf shorts are for boy and girls, with pockets! 
Check them out HERE. 

Okay, enough about the shop. 
Now for the fabulous Kostrzewa 5!

Ken has indulged me in selfies lately. This is entirely pathetic that things like this make me happy. He knows how much I love pictures, so we went to a wedding this weekend and he initiated these selfies.  Swoon. He also looked dang handsome this weekend, so it's probably just him wanting a picture of himself. 
 I like to think that tower in the back is the Eiffel Tower. But, to the left is the mighty Mississippi River. Just as good as Paris!! 

On Sunday, after church, Ken will take Ivy home to nap, and the girls and I pick up lunch somewhere on Freret Street to eat while watching the Saints game. This mural, in front of Gasa, Gasa is fantastic. And a little creepy. But, super hip. So, of course, I told my kids to stand in front of it. Then I stood in the middle of the street to snap it. Safe and smart. 

My baby turned 4! Oh, she's so beautiful, it's difficult sometimes. 

Avery wanted to celebrate with her class, which was great for me because all I had to do was bake some cupcakes! Her class, I love. I love her teacher, and love her friends. Being in a classroom, I'm normally the teacher, so being the mom was new for me, but so awesome.
Ugh, I love this picture because she's so happy with her friends. 

These two. I just, I can't.

Another selfie with Ken?! This was probably the most beautiful day ever. The weather was divine. 

Like white on rice; Ivy on my hip.


Little nugget, helping me sew. She'll be one in November.

We'll end this with the sun setting over the Mississippi. I used a self timer, and this was what we got. 
One shot, because I felt like a tool box doing this while people walked by. So, you know. 
The girls were also dancing to gangsta rap, and the words were obscene, so we ended this real quick. 

Love you all! 
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