I have nothing against poop, really. I spend most of my days changing diapers and know that it is a crucial part of keeping my kids happy. So, though it's not my favorite thing in the world, I guess I'm glad to have it around. The thing I really question about poop is its timing. You see, when it comes to my kids, poop can almost be timed to the minute to the worst possible moment. In a car seat at a store, on my favorite dress, or my personal favorite...while I'm in the shower. I'm guessing this happens with your kids, too. (Humor me, please.)
Lily has to poop every time I'm in the shower. I mean it. Every time. I inevitably always have to spring from my glorious moment of peace into the cold air to place her on the potty and congratulate her while I'm dripping wet, suds in my hair. I also have to do this with a smile on my face and a "no big deal." But today, she did it by herself. I was SO proud! And said a little "thank you" prayer to God for this amazing uninterrupted shower.
Pants were back up. Toilet flushed. Everyone's happy. (I was actually ecstatic!) Until I heard the words that send chills up every Mom's spine. "Sorry, Mommy!!!" And then a "No big deal, right?"
I peeked out. Poop everywhere. Poop on the floor. Poop on the towel. Poop on her feet and poopy footprints everywhere.
All I could do was take a deep breath. I inhaled one more steamy moment in the shower and reminded myself that this, too, shall pass. (Meanwhile, I was hearing "Mommmmmeeeeee, what are you dooooiiiinnnggg?") I put on my game face, smiled my best smile and said, "no big deal." All while thinking...
I'm going to tell your prom date about this someday... And maybe all of the internet. You're welcome, Lily.
No big deal. :)
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Sunny days
Most days are a whirlwind around here. A constant battle to balance a hungry baby, "play with me, Mommy!"s and poopy explosions. It's a wonderful mess of chaos that I love, but chaos nonetheless.
Today, the earth smiled on me. The baby went to sleep in the swing (which she almost never does anymore) leaving me time to put my bum foot up, sip my coffee and watch my amazing girl work her magic.
I sat in her sunny room while we chatted and she set up each and every one of her toys in the exact perfect spot. I smiled the whole time at how big she's getting and what a gift moments like these are. I snapped a few pictures to remember even though she told me not to.
Life is so so good.
Today, the earth smiled on me. The baby went to sleep in the swing (which she almost never does anymore) leaving me time to put my bum foot up, sip my coffee and watch my amazing girl work her magic.
I sat in her sunny room while we chatted and she set up each and every one of her toys in the exact perfect spot. I smiled the whole time at how big she's getting and what a gift moments like these are. I snapped a few pictures to remember even though she told me not to.
Life is so so good.
Most days are a whirlwind around here. A constant battle to balance a hungry baby, "play with me, Mommy!"s and poopy explosions. It's a wonderful mess of chaos that I love, but chaos nonetheless.
Today, the earth smiled on me. The baby went to sleep in the swing (which she almost never does anymore) leaving me time to put my bum foot up, sip my coffee and watch my amazing girl work her magic.
I sat in her sunny room while we chatted and she set up each and every one of her toys in the exact perfect spot. I smiled the whole time at how big she's getting and what a gift moments like these are. I snapped a few pictures to remember even though she told me not to.
Life is so so good.
Today, the earth smiled on me. The baby went to sleep in the swing (which she almost never does anymore) leaving me time to put my bum foot up, sip my coffee and watch my amazing girl work her magic.
I sat in her sunny room while we chatted and she set up each and every one of her toys in the exact perfect spot. I smiled the whole time at how big she's getting and what a gift moments like these are. I snapped a few pictures to remember even though she told me not to.
Life is so so good.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
5 Months
Our 15 lb bundle of joy is 5 months!
Time sure does fly when you're having fun. Addison is full of smiles and belly laughs all the time (especially for Daddy and her sissy). She has 2 teeth and just recently started eating cereal and squash. Lily and Wrigley are her best friends.
We love our girl!
Time sure does fly when you're having fun. Addison is full of smiles and belly laughs all the time (especially for Daddy and her sissy). She has 2 teeth and just recently started eating cereal and squash. Lily and Wrigley are her best friends.
We love our girl!
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Isle of Palms Family Photo Session
Years ago, when Lily was only six months old, a friend introduced me to a wonderful photographer who took beautiful family photos of us in our favorite vacation spot. This photographer, Mandie Joy, is not only wonderful at taking pictures, but is also such an inspirational person. If you get the chance, head on over to her blog, mandiejoy.com, to hear her amazing story. Since we've met, Mandie has met us in Isle of Palms several times to take our pictures and I just had to share some of this year's favorites!
Four Months of Addison
My precious, giggly, smiley, wonderful girl. Oh, how much we love you! You absolutely melt hearts wherever you go. Your smile is contagious and at four months, you are so strong! You've been able to bear weight on your legs since you were a month old and now that you're four months old, you seem like you want to take off running. You love to play with your toes and Sophie the Giraffe. Your best friend is your sister (and your Mama ;)). You belly laugh whenever someone bounces you. You are an absolute joy. We love you, sweet pookie!
Four month stats:
Length: 25.5 inches- 91% (23 inches at 2 months)
Weight: 13.14 pounds- 55% (11.3 pounds at 2 months)
Head Circumference: 41.5 centimeters- 70% (39.5 centimeters at 2 months)
It's okay.
I had plans. I always have plans. I still haven't uploaded those pictures. I haven't blogged in forever. I feel like I'm letting all these memories just slip away. And yet, I seem to neglect the ones that are happening right in front of me. But sometimes, I admit... it's so hard. Sometimes I just want one minute to myself. Sometimes I just want someone else to feed her. Sometimes I just want to get caught up.
Then I look at her. I look into her eyes as I feed her. I drink in her sweet smile. I don't want this to go by so fast. I long to grasp each little moment in my hand and keep it there forever. I fear that I'm wishing away the best parts of my life.
But then, I think I don't have to choose. I can want those moments of reflection and peace and still believe that this is what I was made to do. I can still be jealous that my husband is napping peacefully with Lily while I've changed a diaper, cleaned up spit up and breastfed all while trying to type this sentence. I can know that this is the best part of me while being a little selfish, too. I can know that it doesn't make me selfish, it makes me human. And that's okay.
Most importantly, it's okay for my girls to know it. It's okay for my girls to know that raising them was the best part of my life, but also the hardest. It's okay for them to know that there were days where I didn't remember what it felt like to shower by myself and how badly I wanted to. Because someday, they'll feel this way with their kids. And they'll know that it's okay.
Then I look at her. I look into her eyes as I feed her. I drink in her sweet smile. I don't want this to go by so fast. I long to grasp each little moment in my hand and keep it there forever. I fear that I'm wishing away the best parts of my life.
But then, I think I don't have to choose. I can want those moments of reflection and peace and still believe that this is what I was made to do. I can still be jealous that my husband is napping peacefully with Lily while I've changed a diaper, cleaned up spit up and breastfed all while trying to type this sentence. I can know that this is the best part of me while being a little selfish, too. I can know that it doesn't make me selfish, it makes me human. And that's okay.
Most importantly, it's okay for my girls to know it. It's okay for my girls to know that raising them was the best part of my life, but also the hardest. It's okay for them to know that there were days where I didn't remember what it felt like to shower by myself and how badly I wanted to. Because someday, they'll feel this way with their kids. And they'll know that it's okay.
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