Copley- 17 Months

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In just one month’s time this little guy will be a year and a half old. This is such a fun age, babies are sleeping a little more, learning and doing more, but still sweet little snuggle babies. Cop is no different. One minute he seems such a  baby, and the next I swear you can see the big boy he’s going to be as soon as I blink.


One marked difference between theses monthly milestone posts and Henry’s monthly posts is that milestones are fewer and farther between, harder fought, but sweeter won. Cop is slowly starting to move around the house more, he is slowly getting bigger and stronger. But the biggest change I notice this month is in his personality and opinions. He is engaged, and engaging.


Copley recently got a new OT, and she can only come in the evenings so I sometimes get lucky and get home in time to see their therapy. Last night, Hurricane Henry was running around “playing therapy” and Cop was watching him, fascinated and delighted.


Henry was playing with a ball, and Copley didn’t want anything to do with anything- except Henry and that ball. When Hen did something that delighted him he breakout into laughter and applause, that’s a new one, applause with purpose, it’s so cool to see him pick these things up.



Giveaway- Diva Milano Ring Sling

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Let’s do a giveaway!


This is so fun! I had fun reviewing the new Diva Milano Essenza wrap and I’m so pleased to be able to donate this wrap to 321 Carry. The generosity of our corporate donors is one way we are able to function and provide carriers to caregivers who need them.

But that’s not all! (To be read in your best TV announcer voice)

Diva was really generous and offered up yet another carrier for us to do a giveaway to one of our fans! Entering is easy! Use the rafflecopter widget below to enter to win by liking The Maiden Metallurgist and Diva Milano on facebook (required) to enter 2 chances to win. Like 321 Carry and Purple Elm Baby for two additional entries. The winner will be announced on Monday November 10.
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Day In The Life Of A Diva

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Me a Diva? Heck no, I’m a sweat pants kind of girl, but while I may (sometimes) slack on the fashion front (I am still living in my 33 item capsule wardrobe), I do love variety in my wraps. Diva Milano contacted me through my Facebook page and asked if I’d like to test and review a wrap for them, and frankly, because I love their wraps I didn’t give it a second thought before I said yes.

I was a little surprised when the wrap arrived and it wasn’t the Diva Milano I know and love but their new Essenza line.  Aesthetically the two lines are complimentary, however they are quite different in hand feel. Their high end line is a very soft, smooth, flat weave, somehow though cushy despite being very thin. The Diva Essenza 100% cotton wrap has lots of texture, but it’s not rough or beastly, it’s actually quite an airy weave.


We woke up bright and early and started the day off with a snuggle. Best way to start the day if you ask me.


While Copley took his morning nap, Hen and I had some fun playing around with the new wrap, Hen likes this game where he holds on tight and I drag him all over the house. It’s super fun until he falls over and hits his head and cries. Not that I uh… roughhouse with my kid or anything…


After I warmed him up with a minor injury, I bribed him up with some m&m’s. I’ll take my mother of the year trophy now. I always like to cajole the big kid up when I’m trying a new wrap. This wrap was surprisingly comfortable with Henry. I did miss the signature Diva width a bit, but  unless you’re regularly wrapping your 3.5 year old, width shouldn’t be an issue.


After morning nap I threw my baby up on my back so I could get ready for the day. How do people who don’t babywear do their make up and brush their teeth? It’s a mystery to me.


We took a break from the arduous task of putting on pants and shirts and stuff to play another fun game, “Mommy! Watch This!” Which, I’m sure lots of you are familiar with, whirring, Henry incessantly yells at me to watch him throw things down the stairs. FUN!


We finally all got dressed and shoes and hit the park for a walk.


That was it. The highlight of the day, the big activity. A short walk around the park behind the house, then back home to throw more stuff and watch too much TV. Weekends are hard once summer is over.




I spoke too soon! Getting eggs was the highlight! Eggs! From our chickens!


One last up to wind down for bed time. Not a very exciting day, but these days, and day that is jam packed with wearing is a good day in my book.

Ever since I started 321 Carry, I’m always interested in wraps and carriers at lower price points, the Essenza line costs around 35% less that their original line and I really enjoyed having it here. The only draw back for me is availability.  I decided against placing a big order for 321 Carry a few weeks ago because the cost of shipping was too expensive for such a large order, but I think most people don’t have such (good) problems. Their customer service rep told me that they are working with Purple Elm Baby (one of my favorite shops!) to stock carriers in the US, and of course their carriers are available on the Diva Milano website.

Trying To Survive And Thrive

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October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month. You’d imagine it would be a big month here on TMM, but I haven’t really talked about It much. In fact, I’ve been a bad blogger all month. I haven’t been taking pictures, writing, sharing. I’ve been working and trying to get through, get to bed time, get everything done, the same thing that we all do. Trying to survive and thrive.


This time of year is always a tough time to get motivated. This is my 6th October in Chicago, and it’s kind of a depressing month for me, each day that ticks by might be the last day we see the sun until spring. One day soon the clouds and the grey will roll in and it will be one long slog through Winter.

This year it’s particularly hard to keep in good spirits, as Copley has, inexplicably but not unexpectedly weaned himself at 16 months. Without my daily dose of oxytocin I’m having more trouble than usual perking up and engaging. I was having trouble sleeping, and started self medicating with a couple of Benadryl and a glass of wine or three to get some sleep. I was eating poorly, getting no exercise, and in the course of a couple of months I generally ran myself into the ground.

I was having what I thought was a lot of anxiety, and finally went to see a doctor, a really hard thing for me to do. I’d like to tell you that it helped, but it was a really bad appointment with a really bad doctor. It was all of my worst fears about going to the doctor realized in one excruciatingly long appointment, I won’t rehash it because I just don’t have the energy, but I cried the whole way home and certainly won’t be going back. Two good things came of the appointment though; I got my flu shot, and started thinking that what I might be feeling wasn’t in fact anxiety, but mild depression. I’ve never suffered from depression before, with exception of a few weeks of baby blues after Cop was born, and I didn’t recognize it.

Keeping in mind that I would reach out for professional help if I felt like I needed it, I started doing some research about what I could do to help myself. I’m not an expert, but I can Google like a sun of a gun, and here are the small things I started doing.

  • I talked to some friends about how I was feeling. It helped. One of them even made the connection between weaning and the onset of how I’ve been feeling, a correlation I would not have hesitated to point out to anyone else, but couldn’t see for myself.
  •  I made inventory of my responsibilities and tasks and one by one started doing things, even if I didn’t feel like it. I found that by completing these tasks I began to feel a bit lighter.
  • I quit drinking myself to sleep. I like drinking, I enjoy wine and cocktails, but this wasn’t drinking for enjoyment, it was self medication, and probably not very healthy.

I’m not sure if it’s really helping yet, but I have been able to fall asleep, and that’s a good start. Now I’m focusing on making some more small life changes. I am trying to do things that I know I enjoy, even if I don’t feel like enjoy them very much right now (like wearing my boy). I’ve been knitting and weaving, and I am going to make an effort to pick up my camera and get outside and shoot. I need to find a way to incorporate some exercise into my day. Truly, with my schedule and work hours I don’t know how I’ll do it, but I would like to find a way.

I’m starting to feel like I can turn it around. Joy, hope, and optimism are all defining pillars of my life, and without them I’ve felt lost. I want to feel like myself again. I think I can get back there.

Cop at 16 Months

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I am trying to get a picture of cop every month so I can watch him grow.


He is getting so big!


He can sit up all by himeslf, although he does it by way of this funny split move that I know makes his PT cringe.


He looks at and soaks in absolutely everything.


He is very outspoken, in his way. He doesn’t make words or word sounds yet, but he yells at us until we submit to his will.


He is very silly, he loves to play patty cake, he will grab my hands and clap them all day. He delights in being tickled, and love it when we pretend to gobble him up.

Vacation, Sort Of

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On a Tuesday last week Josh and I found ourselves on a signature Eisenberg one-day vacation.

With 3 dogs (yes, we got a third dog, I can’t believe I haven’t introduced him yet), 2 cats, 4 chickens, and 2 kids it’s not really easy to go away. I mean, it’s easy for us, we ran away with smiles on our faces and didn’t look back, but it’s not easy to find someone to stay home and take care of the menagerie. So we take a day here and a day there and we are happy to get what we can.
We walked on the beach, hand in hand. So romantic.
We are definitely October beach people. No crowds; jeans, sweaters, bare feet.
The we found a bar with a good menu and a great beer list and parked it for the rest of our trip.

And that suited us just fine.

Top Five…

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Coming back to work after vacation is such a bummer isn’t it! I’m groggy, I miss my kids, I miss my sweatpants…

But instead of focusing on the negative, I’m choosing to look on the bright side today. Here are the Top five Reasons I’m Glad to be Back at Work After Vacation

5- Schedule, routine; I thrive on it. I’m way more productive in my home time AND my work time when I’m working my regular hours.

4- Current Events! Without my daily dose of NPR during my morning commute I’m pretty much out of the loop. So…. Ebola huh? Awesome.

3- I suppose my fingers could use a break from all the knitting and weaving I did in the last week…

2- Hydration, I don’t drink enough water at home, opting instead for wine.

1- I bet when I get home from work today everybody will be really happy to see me! Hugs and kisses for mommy!

365 Fridays

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On Fridays I’m linking up for a 365 hosted by Sarah @ Nurse Loves Farmer, Mindi @ Simply Stavish, and Stephanie @ Behind the Camera & Dreaming.


You guys, I’m such a cliché. It seems I’ve fallen off the wagon for my 356 project. I haven’t even been consistently taking camera phone pics.

You know what I’ve been doing? I’ve been knitting. I finished 2 sweaters in September, and I’m on track to finish a third (for Hen) this weekend.

There are only so many hours in the day! I can’t knit all the things and take all the pictures… and let’s not even talk about my poor neglected looms.

However, I did get out and shoot couple of times in the last few weeks.


Because I don’t have enough on my plate, I’ve started volunteering for the South Suburban Humane Society as photographer.



And of course I dragged my camera to the beach when my girlfriend Bree came to visit.









With only three months to go, I really need to get with the program! Hopefully I’ll be able to take pictures AND knit AND weave next week because I’ll be on vacation!

Impulsive, Decisive, Zen

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If you’ve been around reading for a while, you know that Josh and I met, fell in love, and got married in about 5 minutes. When people learn this about us they often comment that we must be impulsive. I AM impulsive, but marrying Josh has never felt like an impulsive move to me, I always think about it as decisive. Some people say when you know you know, I say I didn’t know, I chose. I made a decision, and it was a good one.

A couple of months ago we were driving back from Milwaukee, and stuck in the car in traffic for hours while the kids slept. We’d been talking a lot about our family plan, three children, and the more we talked about it the more we both felt ourselves moving away from it. We have a very happy life with two incredible kids. We both were starting to feel comfortable with the idea of not having any more children, despite the plan, but we hadn’t really made any firm decisions about it until I blurted out “I don’t think I want any more kids” and Josh agreed.

Yesterday Josh popped a valium and I drove him to the doctor, and 20 minutes later, no more Eisenbergs.

I anticipated I’d feel sad, but I feel free. I’m so ready to start our next phase. The one where I don’t have any more debilitating HG pregnancies, no more newborns, no more babies coming out of my vagina. No more months on end with no sleep, no more starting over.

And now I seem to be experiencing some sort of reverse-nesting. I want this baby shit out of my house NOW. And while we are at it, I’m feeling the urge to declutter, clear out, be zen.

As Zen as I can be with two small children.

But there have been some fun and motivating projects in my orbit lately. The first is my Project 333 capsule wardrobe. I’ve been living with my minimalist wardrobe for a few weeks now and I am really loving it. Not just the space in my closet, but the space in my life not taken up by clothes.

And yesterday I started the 31 Day Purge. It is such perfect timing, as I am highly motivated at this point in time to clean house!

Next week I have vacation coming up. Josh and I are going away for a night, but the rest of the week we are spending at home, with our children, and zen is on the agenda. Mmm, Fall Cleaning. Delicious!

Weekend Action

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Some weekends are relaxing and rejuvenating, and some are non-stop, jam-packed, get it while you can action. This one was all action!


As always I wish I’d taken more pictures, but I guess I was having too much fun, and I can’t complain about that!


Farmers market, zoo, balloon animals, wood fired pizza, smoothies. Saturday started out as a perfect autumn city morning.


Dragged Josh and the boys out to lunch at Navy Pier with friends from out of town- don’t get me wrong, Navy Pier on a Saturday is like my personal idea of hell, but it was so worth it to see (and meet for the first time) good friends.


Group shot madness! Sorry for cutting off your baby @Naptown Organizer!


(This is a total non sequitur, but doesn’t my gorgeous friend make you want to run out and chop all your hair off?!)


On Sunday (I was slightly hung-over and I think I look it) we went to the Walk to support Down in the Southland, a local Down syndrome group. It was so fun and high energy. It was great to be with so many families.