Source: thisisnthappiness.com via Ashley on Pinterest I think we’re overdue for an update, although not much has really been going on around these parts. I’ve just spent the last few months growing a baby in my tummy, while time passes by–not quick enough. My days are spent mostly in thick waste-banded sweatpants, a messy bun and 4 day unwashed hair, with smeared mascara under my eyes. I can be seen hunched over the porcelain thrown about a 6-12 times daily, avoiding any sort of {…Read More…}
judgment do we wait for others to fail? eagerly anticipate the reveal of their shortcomings? perhaps, jump to conclusions about their actions or decision making–often assuming the worst? so that somewhere, deep inside, we can feel better about our own lives? feel better about our own shortcomings? do we? of course we do. i do. all of us do. at least sometimes. whether we admit it to ourselves or not. and sometimes it takes being on the receiving end of the judgment to fully realize {…Read More…}
If you follow my rants on facebook, then you may remember my desperate plea for guidance regarding the unknown object stuck way back in Lil W’s nose last weekend. I knew this day would come eventually, especially considering his obsession with his nostrils. But I always assumed I would find it kinda cute or comical when he accidentally got a foreign object stuck in there. It wasn’t funny. Or cute. And I was a wreck. I think the part that had me worried the most, {…Read More…}
I was watching Oprah. Which, I’m sure, is when 80% of the World experiences their Aha! moment. It was that episode from her final season where she shows the guests who have impacted her most over the years. One guest stuck out to me more than the others. She was interviewing a mother who had accidentally forgotten her child in the car on a hot summer day. Her daughter died. Over a thousand miles away, in Australia, another mother was watching the show. And it {…Read More…}
{c/o KD Photography} I try to be the kind of person who is as positive as possible. I try to focus on looking forward, rather than dwelling on the past. I try to tell myself things happen for a reason, and if I had it to do all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing. But I also like to be realistic. And the reality is, if I could go back, to the day I brought Baby W home from the hospital, (or probably even {…Read More…}
Do we even risk it? My Mom asked as we pulled out of the shopping center. It was nearly noon. We were both hungry and anxious to try the infamous Olas taco place around the corner from the outlets. I turned back and looked at Lil W in his car seat. Me: Well, he’s been good so far. Mom: Yeah, but do we push our luck? Me: I’m pretty hungry, and I could go for a crunchy taco. Even as I said it, I knew no {…Read More…}
Mommy Guilt.Let’s talk about that for a minute, okay. Like how I seriously despise going to the park.But for some reason, admitting this fact gives me guilt.As if admittance to my lack of excitement to have sand in my shoes,get stuck in the tube slide, and experience sweat dripping down my backsomehow makes me a bad mom. And then there’s the other kind of guilt.The guilt I feel when I’m having a bad day.Like yesterday. Yesterday Baby W misbehaved in more ways than I can {…Read More…}
Taking Mommy advice is a tricky thing.It seems I’m one of those Momma’s who likes to give,but often doesn’t want to hear it. Don’t get me wrong,I’ll take any tips or hints or tricks that might actually get my toddler to sleep through the night at least once in his 21 months on this Earth. And its not that I don’t want to hear about what has worked for other Momma’s, because trust me, I actually do. It’s just that sometimes,the advice I hearmakes me {…Read More…}
read this first.____________ I’m scared.I’m scared of how hard pregnancy is.I’m scared of spending an entire 9 months hunched over a toilet,of having a perpetual migraine.I’m scared people will think I’m weak,that I’m not trying hard enough,that I should just suck it up.I’m scared the hub’s business will suffer,or that my dreams will be put on hold.I’m scared I won’t be able to give my toddler the attention he deserves.I’m scared that the hubs will have too much stress picking up my slack.I’m scared I {…Read More…}
So I’ve determinedthat it’s a Momma’s job to worry.We worry when they’re in our bellies.Is he kicking enough?Is he getting enough nutrients?Was that bath I took too hot?Is he facing the right direction?Will he be healthy when I deliver him? And then, when they are born we worry even more.Is he growing enough?Is he eating enough?Why isn’t he sitting up yet?Should he be walking?How long will his fever last?Am I reading to him enough?Should I let him watch television?Do we pray enough together?Why won’t he {…Read More…}
Little Miss Momma: Etched in Stone {and a DISCOUNT} {Shirt: Gap, Necklace: Jessica N Designs, Camera Strap: Mel V} MOMENT OF PURE HONESTY: Sometimes, Little Miss Momma has one of those days. The one’s where I feel like giving up. Like throwing in the towel. Where I ask myself, can I make this work? Where I wonder, is this a blessing to my family or a burden? Do I know what I’m getting myself into? Can I please everyone–do I even want to? Am I {…Read More…}
I can always count on this face, to remind me what matters most.
It can strike at any time. At the park. At the dinner table. In the shower. This time it happened at the grocery store. At first, everything is fine. I go about my usual routine–nothing out of the ordinary, just a regular day. And then it happens. Almost out of nowhere, I become overwhelmed–but not in the good way. My body becomes flooded with panic–panic that I am messing up at this whole Momma-hood job. My heart beats faster, my arm pits tingle {yes, this {…Read More…}
This evening I had about 15 minuted of down time in my crazy busy day. The hubby was working late and Baby W was hinting for some cuddle time. And since cuddle time is my favorite part of every day, I curled up on the couch to take advantage. We snuggled as I flipped through the channels. I saw that one of my all-time favorite movies was on TV, Parenthood {with Steve Martin}. I hadn’t seen the movie since becoming a parent myself. Let’s just {…Read More…}
What’s your biggest fear? Mine… FAILURE. And there’s nothing quite like parenthood to provide a Momma with the unending and overwhelming fear that “I’m failing this particular momma-test”. Just the other day Baby W had his 15 month check up. If you read this post then you know that I agonize over each of these appointments. Not because I fear that my baby is sick {I am blessed that he is so healthy}, but because I fear that my doctor will ever so kindly inform {…Read More…}
I never would have imagined that my little post about a poopy diaper could have caused so much commotion… Or stirred up so much emotion within me… {read this post and the comments section to get up to speed} Ohhhh, the infamous Anonymous comments–the ones that make your stomach feel like you just went down the biggest drop of a roller coaster (but not in a good way). I know I am not the only one who has received such a comment. Anonymous comments and {…Read More…}
I have a secret. It is personal. I have had this secret since I was 9 years old. My secret embarrasses me, but I am not ashamed. My secret is a part of who I am, but it does not define me. I am not in control of my secret. I can count the number of people who know my secret on one hand. And today, I have decided to share my secret with you. When I was in fourth grade I was diagnosed with {…Read More…}
Baby W is finally asleep… The suitcases from my surprise Mother’s Day mini-vacation are finally unpacked… My frozen dinner has been consumed, a load of laundry is in the washer and the hubby is off at an activity for church… I take a deep breath, pour a glass of diet cherry pepsi on ice, sit down with my laptop, and try to find the words to explain whats on my mind… {photo from Getty Images, and no, its not me} You see, something happens to {…Read More…}
