I am really excited to share my first DIY of the holiday season! 1.) Because Christmas is right around the corner and it's Hugo's first Christmas and 2.)  I  may have a mild obsession with wreaths and all things glitteerrr. Combine all of these things, and it's gonna be a great time!

I chose to share a wreath as my first DIY of the season because they can be a little hard on the holiday budget. Quality, in style, Christmas wreaths can easily add up, especially if you have other decor to purchase. If you're picky about the overall look and fullness of holiday wreaths, then you'll really enjoy all of the customization that comes with making your own! I know that I do, and half of the time, I can achieve the look that I want for significantly less. 

Hugo: One Month Old

My dearest little Hugo,

Today you are officially a month old and it's killing your mama! I can't tell you how many times I sat in your nursery, doing your overnight bottles, and tearing up because you are getting so big! And, yes, dad and I are excited for all of the fun things to come as you grow but some days, I would love for you to stay as little as you are right now.

This has been a big month for you little one! We've all been learning from each other, having fun, and experiencing lots.

Hugo Devereux: A Birth Story

On the morning of October 13th, my husband readied himself for work, kissed my cheek, and wished me a good day. "Call me if anything happens, ok?" he asked. He was referring to the false alarm we had the night before. 2 hours in triage being checked after I thought my water broke. It hadn't. My contractions were 6 minutes apart, a minute in length, but I could hardly feel a thing. Just a couple of cramps here and there. I promised Scott that I would call him if there was any change and drifted back to sleep as I heard him lock the front door and start the car. 

I slept for about an hour when I began to feel tightening in my abdomen at 7:30 a.m. I was still tired and fought this feeling as much as I could in order to get as much sleep as possible. The night before was long and discouraging as the little one wanted to stay in the womb just awhile longer. At 8 a.m., I could no longer ignore the tightening and decided to get up for the day.