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…}
This whole Santa picture thing seems to be going downhill. 2009 2010 2011 I would love for you to link up your Santa pictures in the comments section.
I’ve been doing my best to listen to my body. Not push myself. Be restful. Slothful even. Because that’s what this little peanut inside of me has been asking for. However, I still have a little toddler who is not feeling quite as “restful” as his Momma. Mornings are the worst. I have the least energy and the room seems to be spinning most of the time. But Lil W…Lil W is rearing to go in the early morning hours. Full of energy. Eager to {…Read More…}
It had been 7 months in the making–or rather trying. And it was an early Sunday morning. I had spent the night before hunched over a toilet. I’ll spare you the details. Let’s just say it wasn’t pretty. So I get to church the next morning, still a bit shaky. Ben was already there–he had a few early morning meetings. Before I took my seat next to him in the chapel, I headed off to the restroom to see if my hunch was correct. Fingers crossed, {…Read More…}
His name is Troy. He’s 5 years old. He was supposed to be a tea cup Yorkie, but once he grew up, he turned out to be more of a “crock-pot Yorkie”. He was my Momma’s, but now he’s Lil W’s… Because every boy needs a pup.
I got the idea for this post here. Basically, a day in photos. Bringing my camera with me everywhere, capturing all the moments, the ins-and-outs of a random day withf Lil W, Benny and me. So here’s what our Friday looked like. 6:00 am wake up to Lil W hugging my face. The hubs has a great idea to grab donuts in our PJ’s. We get home, Ben heads to work, and I take off the slipcovers to wash them. Lil W enjoys this very much. {…Read More…}
Lil W’s First School Picture Should this picture make me cry? I’m not sure. But it does. It’s like it serves as a reminder of just how quickly this time goes by–how fast the moments pass. One day he’s laying in my arms, grabbing my cheeks with his pudgy little fingers while I feed him, then the next thing I know he’s wearing layers, popping his collar and semi-smiling with a toothy grin for his first school photograper. Slow down time. darn you.
No sleep. Baby dimples. Mashed yams. Pack N Play. Blow outs. Waste of money wipe warmer. Fit in the palm of your hand newborn diapers. Feetsie pj’s with zippers instead of buttons. Fuzzy hair. Puffy lips. Open mouthed kisses. And a reason to be better. Three favorite mommy moments…ready go!
I originally posted this on Babies.com Nesting. The obsessive, often impulsive, stage of maternity that brings about the uncontrollable urge to clean ones house beyond all necessary means, in preparation for a new baby. While pregnant, I never entered this stage. In fact, I was quite the opposite. I still have visions of me laying exhausted on the couch, watching television, with a bowl of cereal propped up on my jumbo belly, wearing the same pajamas for 3 days in a row while surrounded by a {…Read More…}
Every day, at about 1:00pm, I load Lil W and his minkie {blanket} into the car and we go on a drive until he falls asleep for his nap. Then I carefully remove him from his car seat and bring him inside. Not following this routine results in no nap until about 5:00pm, which means he doesn’t go to bed until 11:00pm. I’ve tried cutting out the nap all together, but that only resulted in the world’s most unhappy toddler {and Momma}. No nap isn’t pretty. And it certainly {…Read More…}
{via} In an instant. That’s how life goes when you become a parent. One instant you’re laying in bed with your husband, your toddler sleeping soundly in between you both, you glance over, your eyes meet, he gives a half smile and you know exactly what his half smile and sparkling eyes are saying in that moment, because you feel the same way: There’s no where I’d rather be right now. A mere instant later, your baby awakens from his deep sleep with hysterical cries and {…Read More…}
Canceled plans. + Sniffles. + Runny nose. + Darth Vader breathing. = A full day of couch cuddling with Momma.
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…}
Nap time. It’s fleeting around these parts. Every day it becomes a bit less consistent, and I realize it’s only a matter of time before it stops all together. Like clock work, half way through his nap, Baby W wakes up crying and looking around the room for his Momma. He spots me, whines until I curl up next to him, and then closes his eyes, usually puts his arm or leg over me and drifts back to sleep. He always makes sure some part of {…Read More…}
Dear Baby W, Our days have been way too hot for you to take your naps upstairs in your race car bed, so you have been snoozing on the couch while I work away in the next room. Today you woke up early, in one of those inconsolable bits of hysterical cries. In fact, you wake up crying from your naps a lot. It’s kinda your thing. And after two years, you think I’d be used to it by now. But I’m not. It still twists my {…Read More…}
