We’ve hit tough terrain over here.
I’m not talking about terrible-twos, because we’ve been in that for 10 months and…well, it isn’t pleasant, but we’ve learned how to deal with that.
This post is about a few different things.
It’s about how we are embracing the strong-willed side of our child, and how we are embracing our child.
11 months of living apart from my husband was never something we planned. It’s never something we thought we’d be doing, and it definitely has not been easy.
It’s taught me how important my spouse is, and how easy it is for us to take someone for granted. It’s taught me the value of time, because two out of seven days a week is not much time to spend with someone.
It’s taught me about sacrifice.
I feel as though I’ve learned a couple important things from the last 2.5 years of motherhood.
It’s been a hard season over here, and I haven’t been very good at posting motherhood things lately. Between building a house, moving into said house, losing my aunt, and raising babes, I feel like there hasn’t been a moment to just sit and meditate, think or do anything that recharges me or ignites me.
I sometimes feel like my identity is “Z and C’s mom” because that’s what I am day in and day out.
Red and yellow leaves, cool breeze.
Pumpkin patches and apple orchards.
Brisk walks and blankets to cuddle under.
Golden sunshine and Indian summer days.
Hoodies and football games.
All just little reminders that fall is here.
Fall is my favorite season, every single thing about it. And I’ve grown to love it even more when we had babies. Seeing them enjoy the beauty of fall makes it even better.
I’ve put together a list of my top 10 activities to do with your family to celebrate fall! Don’t forget to take a lot of photos as you’re making memories, and make traditions!
I wanted to thank you all for sticking with us through this journey.
Six months ago we said goodbye to our first house, our beautiful city, and our incredible friends and family and moved an hour north, into one room of my parents house.
Fast forward to today, and we are still living in that one room, but we are in the home stretch (no pun intended) of our modular home being finished and we couldn’t be more thrilled.
I still remember the raw emotions.
Excitement, fear, worry, happiness, joy.
I still remember praying endlessly the entire 17 hours before they said “it’s time to do this.”
And then the following 4 hours of pushing.
And then the hour in the operating room.
And then the most pleading prayer of my life when you didn’t cry.
I try very hard not to care what other people think. But sometimes stereotypes and stigmas get the best of me.
So when my mom showed me a Craigslist listing for a modular home in December, I blew her off immediately. There was no way I would live in one of “those”.