Spring Break: The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly

Spring Break: The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly

Spring Break was good for this Mama’s heart and soul. Though we didn’t go anywhere too exciting, I got to spend nearly every waking moment with my baby girl.

The Good:

1. Getting to see all the new things she is learning and doing. For example, she can now make the cutest monkey sound and on command 🙂  She now also says “cheeeese” and runs to the fridge, which I find hilarious! Then said the word “poop” and counted on her fingers “1, 2, 3” So cute, right?! Although she will not do the latter two on command.

2. I got to see the prettiest smiles EVER to exist. And on command 🙂 hahaha

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3. We colored Easter eggs.

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4. She loved on her bubba.

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5. She had fun playing with her big cousin.

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6. We had a play date with Malloy. (Too busy for pictures!)

7. We got to take a family picture. (I’ll take what I can get.)

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8. I got sweet lovins and she fell asleep on me like she hasn’t done in FOREVER.  I melt.

 

 

9. And we got to celebrate our Risen Lord and Savior at our amazing church.

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The Bad:

  1. My little one is currently obsessed with being pushed around the house in her truck. If you decide to take a break after 30 minutes, she’s not having it…

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2. She has also become infatuated with fruit snacks. This was after I refused to give her a third pouch…

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3. Then, we visited the Easter bunny…

 

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4. She also had her 18-month checkup and got a shot, which was so horrible we couldn’t snap a picture. The doctor also proceeded to tell me I had a very strong-willed child (not sure where she gets that from??) and may be considered a bit spoiled… Not my child! How dare he.

 

The Ugly:

Each evening this is what my house would come to. What a DISASTER!!!

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So obviously the good outweighed the bad and the ugly by far. In fact, there were so many more good things that I never wanted Spring Break to end. Once again, I have to miss out on her silly stuff and new things and making sure she naps and eats right… Each work day, I will miss her miserably and anxiously await my time with her on Summer break.

We hope everyone had as good of a Spring Break as we did! Bye for now!!!

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Ugly Mom

Ugly Mom

As a first-time mom, I come last. My well-being, my appearance, my social life. They all get put on the back burner. And that is okay with me, most days.

Do I sometimes wish I had time to floss daily, or shave my legs, or even brush my hair? Well of course, every day. But what is more important to me is my daughter’s well-being.

Also, I’m a working mom. I don’t get to be with my daughter 24/7. Therefore, I take super speedy showers… and not just because the hot water runs out fast, but because I want to be as big of a part of my daughter’s life as possible.

Before motherhood, I was all about clothing and fashion. I tried relentlessly to wear the latest trends, from booties to the latest Mumu prints. If SteamRoller Blues would Instagram it, I was on it. There was no stopping me.

Then I had a baby.

And now, as a mom, I wear the same t-shirts almost every week.

Long story short: my appearance has been somewhat lacking since becoming a mom for this reason. (I am so thankful for my husband for encouraging me through the times I get down on myself. He is so good, y’all!)

I remember one instance specifically. We had traveled out of town for one of my dear friend’s baby showers. We stayed with the in-laws, and I had rushed to get myself and my daughter ready so that we would make it [close enough to] on time.

I remember coming down the stairs, and my mother-in-law asked if I wanted her to watch Mason while I got ready… But I was ready… My dear sweet mother-in-law… She meant nothing by it. In fact, I should have put more thought into that comment because it would have saved me some heartache.

My outfit of choice was what I wore every other typical day: skinny jeans, flip flops, and a mom t-shirt with a flannel on top and my hair in messy pony. I thought, they were just lucky that I had clothes on at all (seriously though).

So when we arrived to the shower, I walked in, and what do I see? Dresses, heels, make-up to the nines, hair curled and poofed like they were attending a ball. Oh. This is what my mother-in-law meant and was trying to prepare me for. I had completely forgotten what it’s like to not be a mom and actually have time and motivation to get ready for things… Because, I had once been like these girls.

But then, even the few other moms were dressed like this. Who have I become, I thought. What is wrong with me that I don’t have time to do this? They are better moms than me. They know how to multi-task. Why am I such a failure? Will my daughter be proud of me? I want to make her proud.

So we made it through the shower, and it was great to visit with old friends. But as soon as my husband picked us up, on came the waterworks and hysterics as I bawled all the way back to my in-laws’ house about how I wasn’t good enough, and how do these other moms have time to do this, and am I a failure as a mom and wife, and am I an embarrassment, etc. etc.

Y’all, I’m not even lying. My husband is [the real MVP] so great to me. Regardless if he’s telling the truth or not, he always knows what to say to make me feel better. He told me that it was because I am the best mom. In fact, the best mom he’s ever known. He told me that I don’t make enough time for myself, time that I deserve to take to myself, but I spend it selflessly catering to our daughter instead. He told me how proud I make him and that no one is more of a mom than I am a mom. True or not, it worked.

Now if you’re a mom that still manages to look cute all the time and dress up and shave your legs and brush your hair, I applaud you! In fact, I am astounded by you! You are an awesome multi-tasker! These are things I still haven’t figured out, and I’m not sure I ever will. But I’ve learned that it’s okay. (Tips appreciated here, ladies.)

In fact, my go-to choice of fashion now includes graphic, mom-tees (with easy booby access) layered with a denim or flannel. (My husband even considers this dressed up now). And I am perfectly okay with it… most days.

Do I still have down days? Of course, sometimes more often than not, but the highs outweigh the lows by far. So what if I’m the disheveled mom with the side braid coming to your wedding. At least I made it, and it’s truly a big deal that I have real clothes on at all… even if they don’t match. 😉

Oh how time changes things…

(And I bet you can’t guess which one is me in the picture. *insert sarcastic tone)

Question.

Do you ever have imaginary, long talks about something you wish you could really say to someone? Like, while getting ready in the morning you have a full conversation with someone very important [the mirror] about something you would like to get off your chest? Oh… yeah, me neither.

Keeping up with the Joneses, or Kardashians, or Whatever

As a parent who does a lot of things wrong, I really try not to judge other parents because I know what it is like and we are all in this together, right? And honestly, I don’t give a flying monkey how you choose to raise your children. I’m just doing my best over here, trying to raise mine to be pleasant, confident, and happy.

So as a parent, I have never asked for or bought my child anything that is the best of the best. And get this, she does not actually need the best of anything. (Now, I cannot account for the things her GiGi and Auntie A buy her. Because, let’s be honest, they spoil her rotten!)

Don’t get me wrong, she has very nice things and she has all that she needs and more (too much more), but I don’t see the need to over spend on her furniture, decorations, toys, or clothing. (Okay, maybe I tend to overspend sometimes on clothing… but I do get most of her stuff on sale!) Needless to say, we do not try to keep up with the Joneses, Kardashians, or anyone else for that matter.

So what if someone has better than us? Good for them, really. I do not judge you for wanting to give your baby the best possible. I applaud you. You are a great parent! I just choose not to, and I hope that I am considered a great parent too.

I hope to raise my kids in a way that they don’t feel entitled to have the best or be the best or think they’re the best or better than anyone else.

I hope to raise my kids in a way that they celebrate over the small things and are content with what they have.

I hope to raise my kids in a way that they truly wish the best for others and truly want to help others more than they want new things for themselves. Does that make sense?

I feel so fortunate to be able to provide my kids with their needs and wants and more, and even though I’m not buying the best of the best or the most expensive anything, my kids are still so fortunate compared to so many families out there.

I just don’t see the need to compete with anyone, and I don’t want my kids to ever feel that need either. I don’t see the need to brag about the things we are fortunate to have, and I don’t want them to ever feel the need to brag either.

I wish that everyone would just be happy doing what they do with what they have and still make an effort to help those who are less fortunate.

Best Job Ever: Momming

Best Job Ever: Momming

Be a working mom sucks. I don’t hate my job; I just love being a mom. Don’t get me wrong. I like my job too… most days. And I’m actually really grateful to have the job I do. It’s just the time away from my baby that absolutely sucks.

It’s letting someone else get all of her love, giggles, jabbers, and kisses of the day. Letting someone else be her main provider, what I am supposed to be. Someone else gets to tickle her tickle spots and watch her dance and sing and grow. She gets to share her new words and make someone else laugh all day, someone who isn’t me. And I hate having to miss this. Having to miss out on her comical and sweet personality. Missing out on teaching her new things and seeing the new things she is learning on her own and the new things she is becoming interested in.

Leaving her every morning is hard on this mama’s heart. I know she is well taken care of, but no one does it as good as I do. No one knows what she needs like I do. No one plays pretend with her like I do. No one gives her naps like I do. No one make sure she drinks enough milk like I do. No one loves her like I do.

So each morning, I pray that she has a good day. I pray that she gets to run and play and dance and learn. I pray she eats well. I pray she naps well. And I pray she doesn’t miss me as bad as I miss her.

And the sweetest part of my day? Picking her up after work. The moment I see her face and she throws her arms up in cheers and her mouth drops in excitement and she starts chanting, “Mama! Mama! Mama!” It’s like a scene from a sports movie or something. Where the underdog team wins the championship with a last-minute shot and the whole crowd goes wild. Yeah, it’s kind of like that.

So you see, this part of my day makes the rest of my day so worth it. It makes a horrible day better. It makes going to work not as bad, because I know when I get off I have the peppiest, silliest, most excited, and most adorable, little cheerleader waiting for me to walk through that door.

For all of you other working mommas out there. Just know when the days are long, you are providing a better life for your own cheerleaders. You are making a difference, whether you realize it or not. And you are still the one they cannot wait to see. Still the one they love with all that they are.

So let me step in and be your cheerleader for a minute: Go, Mama! You are a rockstar, Mama! You can do it, Mama! Keep up the great work, Mama!

Shower in a Box

This past weekend I had the joy of throwing a baby shower for my SIL and baby niece, Reign.

Her mama is a Kate Spade fanatic, and she is going to have the most fabulous nursery. Thus, Abbie (who helped throw the shower) and I decided make the baby shower match her nursery. We used the colors: black, white, pink, and gold. I think it turned out pretty cute, if I do say so myself.

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All of the decorations we used were quality items, so that Reign could use them rather than just throwing them away. For example, mini diapers cakes, a clothes line of cute/picture attire, a name sign for her nursery, etc. Reign was also showered with so many goodies and everything her little, baby heart could possibly desire.

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Abbie and I worked together to throw this shower all via text, and we had a great turn out, too much food, and lots of gifts for baby Reign!  Therefore, Shower = Success!

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Disclosure: my SIL’s aunt came up with this clever title 🙂