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’ve been meaning to post this for awhile now, but I haven’t been able to find the words to convey my heart.
I remember back when Z was born, and he slept in the crib his first night home. I had so many people comment on how shocked they were that I didn’t have my son right next to my bed, “I’d be up all night worried about him” and “what if he wakes up and cries because he’s scared.” So many different voices…
Well for one, we had a video monitor. For two, I knew he was safe in his crib, and three….I KNOW WHATS BEST FOR MY CHILD. Continue reading
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!
What’s worse than a teething baby?
Not much.
Actually, there are a lot of things worse than that, but I have to make light of it somehow.
Because teething isn’t fun. I struggle with it a lot…
I can’t even imagine how Charlie feels. 🤔 ha ha.
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.
