Month: May 2012

one point five

Our not so little eighteen month old is looking more and more like a big girl everyday.  The best part about being eighteen months?  That we can officially drop the months off of her age.  From now until two, she will simply be one and a half years old.  Phew.  One less thing for this Mommy brain to remember.

She is our wonderful helper.  Give her a task, any task, and she will stay occupied for an hour.  You should see our kitchen assembly line.  “MG, take this jar of peanut butter over to Daddy”.  Toddles over there.  “Okay, MG, take this bag of bread back to Mama.” She returns with bread in hand and smile on face.  Oh, and the girl can move too.  Everyday after lunch, I vacuum the downstairs.  You should see her come running when she hears the vacuum.  She holds onto the MG sized handle underneath and “helps” me complete the chore.  Sure it takes about ten times longer with a 22 pound toddler latched onto the back, but what can I say?  I love that she loves to help.

She is Mama’s best friend.  She doesn’t like it if I hand her over to anyone else…but she doesn’t cry.  She just puts on her sad, frowny face as I tell her goodbye.

She is our fierce little Mama.  She takes care of her baby dolls and takes them on strolls around and around and around the house.  She probably laps me at least twice a day.

She is beginning to find her voice.   She also understands way more than I give her credit for.  New habits can be formed or tricks can be learned in the span of a day.  It’s scary fast.  Just last week, I was telling Daddy that I don’t think there is any way she’ll be ready for the potty by 2.  (we haven’t attempted or anything, but that whole concept just seems so far away)  And then this week she started letting us know when she’s going.  It literally changed in 24 hours.  (note: as of this morning, I walked into her room to get her up for the day.  She was standing up and pointing to the ground.  What do you think I found when I looked in the direction of her finger?  Oh yes, her wet diaper.  She had conveniently taken it off and thrown it on the ground.  Maybe it’s time for me to reconsider this whole potty training thing.  Sidenote: possibly the last potty training blog post I write, FTR)

She is a blossoming socialite. She is aware of other “friends” now and attempts to share toys with them.  Her best form of affection is a kiss…so when she sees something she likes (baby, video of a dog, a new friend), she shows them her love with a simple kiss.

From baby to big girl in eighteen short months.  We are now attempting new techniques not to blink.
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Surviving Mamaland: Land Travel

Over this holiday weekend, we decided to travel South to visit my family. It’s the night before we leave and I’m packing up.  Somewhere along the way, I had volunteered myself to pick up N from work and leave from thereby leaving me in charge of packing up my clothes, the car, the snacks for the car, the cat, AND the baby AND having them all in the car by 2:30pm the following day.  All by myselfDoes anyone know of a good nanny service around here?

Anyway, it was like 12am (because I’m a newly converted nightowl) and I’m like: I’ve got MG’s outfits, pjs, books, toys, Adventures in Odyssey tapes (the lifeblood of my childhood car rides) and “no, no, NOOO!”  What in the world is MG going to do in the car for 7 hours??

Sometimes…no make that….Often, I forget how old my own child is.  In my mind sometimes she’s still a happy little 4 month old who likes to just lay around and be read too (once we spent almost an entire road trip reading aloud pretty much the whole way down I-65).  But nope, she’s a busy 18 month old who barely spends a waking second on her back.  There’s no way she’s we’re going to survive this car trip like this.  And why am I only thinking of this now?!? 

Thankfully, we still had a few hours on Friday for me to take a quick trip to the store.  I scavenged a few items and came away with a fully stocked travel bag to keep our busy girl happy on the 5, 2, 2, & 5 hour drives we would take in that order this weekend.  Of this fourteen hour round trip, she was awake for about ten.  And I think we averaged about 30 minutes of sheer crying during that time.  So all in all, I would consider this trip to be a hearty success.

Once in the car, I began pulling out activities for MG and realized that I had four distinct categories in hand.  We rotated through these categories, a different activity for each one and tried not to repeat the same activity within the hour.  After about an hour, she would be happy to see a repeat again.

 

Here are the categories:

Toys: I bought a new toy (from the Mama who tries to see how little toys she can get by on, this is shocking, I know) that was actually on clearance at Wal-mart.  When I picked it up at the store, MG’s face immediately lit up (who knows, maybe she is a little new toy deprived?) and I took that as a good sign.  It was a little Vtech “laptop computer” with all of the bells and whistles and lights.  Perfect for a little lap with enough newness to hold her interest for a good fifteen minutes.  I also brought a bag of blocks (she loves bags and sorting these days) and her beloved baby doll.  You want to know what our best toy by far was?  Bubbles.  Sometimes it really is the simplest of things.

 

(apparently, my glasses were pretty cool too)
 

 

Snacks:  I went fairly gung-ho in the snacks aisle.  The last thing I wanted was for MG to be hangry.  Yogurt melts, freeze-dried fruits, squeeze pouches, raisins, crackers, teething biscuits, goldfish: all things that she normally doesn’t get or hasn’t had in a while.  It’s amazing how a cup full of crackers will give you fifteen minutes of Instagram peace and quiet.

 

(this works too)



Artivities {see what I did there?}: MG is finally getting to that magical age where we can do art activities for about 10-15 minutes at a time. Color me ecstatic.  At home, these activities usually involve the old-fashioned: crayons, markers, watercolors.  We’ve just barely dipped our toes in the paint here, so to speak.  But for the car?  We bought Color Wonder markers and paper (verdict: the delay in the color reaction bothered me and lost her interest after a somewhat lengthy first encounter); a Crayola Mess-Free 2-in-1 Doodle Board with fingerpaint “gel” on one side and a water pen and drawing board on the other (verdict: she’s not quite old enough to “get” the water pen concept, but she sure enjoyed raking it through the gel); and a good old fashioned magna-doodle.

 (verdict: everyone’s favorite)

(* also: my cousin- mom to 3- i.e. “mom pro” gave me a good idea for little ones about a year older than MG and up…bring stickers and paper and let them go to town sticking them all over the page.  But the key to success with that is to first peel off the sticky edging around the stickers so little ones can get their nails beneath the stickers in order to remove them.  genius!)

 

Music: I brought along two musical toys and also took some time to refresh my nursery rhyme repertoire.  N and I spent the last forty-five minutes of the first leg of the trip doing a request-a-thon where one person named a song and then we both had to sing it.  Not only did it keep MG quite entertained, seeing as it was nearing her bedtime, it also kept her awake until we reached our destination where we could easily put her to bed.  Double-bonus!

 

(although it’s more likely she was still on an emotional high from her first Sonic experience.  It’s that good)


Books: I brought along a few favorites (note to self: add Pat the Bunny shares to portfolio ASAP) and some rare gems.  Sometimes she wanted to be read too, other times she just wanted to look at the pictures and tell me how many dogs she saw.  Either way, this was my favorite portion of the ride.  I’m just not sure she knew that a whole world existed beyond the confines of Lift the Flap: ABC.  Just you wait, little girl!
This trip was a good learning experience for us.  Next time, I will not wait until the night before to plan some car-friendly activities (actually, I will probably just stow this bag with a new rotation of books and toys in it until the next round).  It was also a good confidence booster.  We all stayed mostly content between a few activities, stories and snacks. We have yet to invest in the DVDs for these trips, but with a 28 hour round trip coming up this summer, we may rethink that decision.  Either way, I was pretty happy with my little lady for sticking it out through this long trip: butchered nursery rhymes and all.  And the best part?  I didn’t even have to pull out a single dum-dum.

Land Travel Success!!

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My Cookbook: G-Free E’s

Last week I mentioned my gluten sensitivity.

This week, I want to share a delicious recipe that we has been loved by my family: gluten and non-gluten eaters alike.

Gluten-Free Eclairs

This recipe was discovered on Pinterest and completed lifted from Glutenista. She has a fabulous tutorial and I followed the recipe {mostly} to a tee…which for me is a feat in and of itself!  I’m not going to re-post the recipe or tutorial, just follow the link above.

But I will entice you with a few pictures.

Normally, I’m not one to go for eclairs.  But lets be honest, I’ve been a little “baked goods deprived” lately and the way she described them sucked me right in.  Plus, N just adores eclairs.  They are right up there next to sugar cookies for him…and that’s saying a lot.  So my reasons for making them were twofold.  {but let’s just pretend they were all for him, shall we?}

 This is what the eclairs looked like right out of the oven.  The house smelled so good, I could have eaten one right there…if only it wasn’t so close to dinner time.  Actually, I think I would prefer them this way.  I think it’s the cream filling that lessens my enjoyment of the final product.
 And as far as that goes, N said I “nailed it” (thanks, Glutenista!).  I think he made some kind of remark about me never making another birthday cake again…just these, please.
The final product.   So I was a bit heavy-handed with the cream filling.  But I didn’t hear a word of complaint out of N or our dinner guests. They also had no idea that these were gluten-free.  Glutenista for the win! If I could change one thing about these, I would make a chocolate frosting for the top rather than using melted chocolate.  After it hardened, it just made a weird–but not unpleasant–texture on top.

Closing remark: I don’t really think this blog will ever turn into much of a recipe blog: 1) because I steal most of my recipe ideas from Pinterest and usually the recipes and tutorials there are much better and more involved than I could create and 2) most other recipes I create are in my mind and, well, they don’t always go the same way every time.  I’m not a very precise chef, I like to throw things together, use what I have on hand, and I’d throw out the measuring cups if I could.  But every once in a while, I stumble across a gem that I want to share.  Enjoy, my friends!
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Highlight Reel

Some recent highlights:

Story time at the library.

One of the little boys started “woofing” when he saw a picture of a dog. The librarian responded, “Someone must read to you at home!”   We’ve since started working on our animal noises.

There was a bubble machine.  Not sure what it had to do with story time…

but it was thrilling.

The Farmer’s Market opened for the season this weekend!

MG has discovered the joys of the little bitty strawberries.

Using cilantro we purchased there, I made salad dressing inspired by Little House on the Prairie blog.

Ingredients: cilantro, olive oil, salt, Trader Joe’s orange muscot vinegar & basil.  Process all ingredients.  Oh it’s good.  Thanks, A!

Granny came for a visit.

Which was, by far, the highlight of MG’s week {ours too}.

Seeing as we’ve had heat in the upper 80’s, we decided it was time to open the pool:

I’m convinced: this has to be one of the best times of the year.  The air is ripe with sunshine and summer.  We are enjoying the new blessings of each day and anticipating many more highlights to come! Photobucket

Our Lifestyle: G-Free is the way we be

If you would have told me seven years ago that I would be living a life deprived of bread, pasta, and baked goods, I never would have believed you.  When the Atkin’s diet hit its hey-day around then, I used to think I could never, ever eat that way.  The things I love to eat and can make any meal off of are simply: cheese, bread, fruit, cereal and cake.  There was no way I was trading those things in, especially not for steaks and salads.

Fast forward to 24 year-old me.  I start to have a few complications that concerned my doctor. Dizzy spells, extreme fatigue–especially in the early morning and late afternoon, and feeling faint upon standing.  These symptoms would come on remarkably strong when I would exercise and sadly the running I had so formerly loved had become a little scary–as there were times mid-run I was afraid I would keel over and black-out.  Many, many tests later confirmed only one thing: that I had an extremely low resting heart rate and therefore  my body would sometimes go into “sleep mode” if I lay down or was relaxed for too long.  Well, there’s not really much you can do for that diagnosis,  and I’m not one for unnecessary meds anyway, so I cut back on my running and tried other ways to alter my lifestyle in order to cope.

Another year passed and one of my coworkers became really passionate about some health books she was reading.  She became aware that she had a gluten sensitivity and I got swept up in her excitement.  I’d like to do a post about those books at some point, but suffice it to say, I ended up removing gluten from my diet and then self-diagnosing myself with a gluten-sensitivity as well  If you don’t know, gluten is found in grains like wheat, barley and rye.  It is not in rice or corn.  It is what makes wheat flour the perfect ingredient for making baked goods because it adds that wonderful, chewy texture that we all know and love. Those of us with a sensitivity to it find this protein really hard to digest and our body reacts negatively to it.  People with Celiac’s disease are highly allergic to gluten and eating it–or even coming into contact with small doses of it–can make them very ill.  This is a tricky allergy though for several reasons but one of the main ones is that it often goes under-diagnosed because it can disguise itself  and/or some people can simply live their normal lives ignorant of the negative symptoms it has on them.

Gluten-free diets have become somewhat of a fad lately (and made popular by the likes of Elisabeth Hasselback + others).  Sure, people have probably lost some weight on this diet due to giving up  high-glycemic carbs, but this is not a diet that is easy to maintain if that is your sole reason for doing it.  And while I’m no scientist, I have read that eliminating gluten from your diet without an allergy or sensitivity can be dangerous.  So I get mildly defensive when people jump on the g-free bandwagon just to “lose weight”.  Part of that resentment also stems from: I would love to just pick and choose when I can have gluten in my diet…but unfortunately for me, my body literally punishes me when I cheat or reintroduce it into my diet.  So I take it a lot more seriously then just a fad diet.

You can actually get blood-work done to diagnose a sensitivity or Celiac’s disease if you suspect you have either (although it can be a little tricky to do so), but I discovered it by eliminating it from my diet altogether for about six weeks.   The results were immediate and fantastic: the dizzy spells went away, I regained my energy (which in the past had curiously dipped about 2 hours after every meal) and I felt clean.  It is weird to describe it this way, but I felt like my body was thanking me rather than punishing me every time I ate.

And then I got pregnant.

And I starting throwing up and dealing with non-stop nausea.  The only thing I could stomach was Saltine crackers.  So I reintroduced gluten back into my diet throughout my pregnancy.  Besides, I was a little nervous to have a baby that had never been exposed to wheat.  I didn’t want her to develop an allergy because she had never come into contact with it in the womb (not sure how scientific that is, but you understand my mother-bear reasoning)

Post-partum I made a conscious effort to cut back on my gluten intake, but with people bringing us delicious meals and my metabolism skyrocketing, I had a really hard time completely eliminating it from my diet.  Besides, I was too sleep-deprived to pay attention to any negative effects it was having on me anyway.

Fast forward to now.  For some reason, my body still hasn’t come to grips with the fact that it is no longer growing or nourishing a child.  The hormones are still a little off-kilter, and things just feel a little unbalanced.  About 3 months ago, I had once again started to become acutely aware of the effects that gluten was having on me.  At that point, we (N has a sensitivity to it too, but it affects him differently) had mostly eliminated it from our diet save for the homemade flour that we grind from organic wheat berries.  We did, however, partake of it liberally at friends’ houses or at restaurants (it’s in so many things!), and I would notice the effects immediately.  I decided it was time to go radical again, as I was sick and tired of feeling sick and tired all the time.  So I said goodbye to my sandwiches, my cake, and even N’s delicious homemade bread while I detoxed my system.  I’m happy to report that in the six weeks I’ve done this, I’ve noticed that the eczema on my hands has completely cleared, my skin in general is softer and clearer, and I don’t feel the effects of the morning and afternoon drag.

The best part is, I feel like I am doing the best I can for my body to regulate and for my hormones to finally bottom out.  Cause we all know how wacky wacky hormones can make us feel.  I did catch myself going weak in the knees over an English muffin commercial (English muffin of all things!) the other day…and was sad at a party that I couldn’t partake in the cupcake…only the icing.  But when I walked away from those things…I knew I had made the right decision for me.  The reason why I know this is because there have been a few times where gluten has accidentally made it’s way into my food (because I’m still not good at reading all of the labels) and I know instantaneously.  My heart rate increases, I feel anxious, I get a headache, and my skin breaks out the next day.  See what I mean about my body punishing me?  It’s just not worth it.

Right now, I have no idea where this journey will take me.  I really can’t think about the future right now because I don’t want to make any promises and I don’t want to really give up pizza forever.  I have found a lot of g-free alternatives so we can still enjoy spaghetti and have brownies every once in a while…but ultimately I know that it is more important that we just eat more naturally.  That is the ultimate goal, right?  Not substituting gluten with synthetic ingredients just so we don’t have to make any sacrifices, but making wise decisions about our food choices, just like we try to make with our finances and lifestyle.

This post is not to induce guilt into any of you about what you eat, nor keep you from inviting us over (please don’t stop, I promise I will still be able to find enough food to eat <>), nor do I want people to feel awkward around me at the dinner table.  For a long time, I was embarrassed of this part of my life so I would either try to hide it from others or just play it off as not being a big deal.  But the truth is, it has made itself a big deal in my life and it is something I have finally recognized that can’t be ignored.  So there, I’ve said it…I’m g-free and I’m proud!

Delicious recipes and product tips to come (for my g- and g-free friends alike!)

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Weekend Recap: Sunday

(This is a continuation of Tuesday’s post)

Sunday: Mother’s day.  As my mom would say, “It’s my favorite day of the whole year”.  We spent lunch at N’s parents.  MG fell asleep in the car, so when we arrived, all she wanted to do was cuddle.

How did she know that was all I wanted too?
Then it was lunch time, and well, somewhere along the way, the pretty dress got put away.

And then all she wanted to do was, “dog”.  This is her best “I see a dog” face:

Grandma got some love too:

I wore my homemade dress with some new jewelry from my loves:

MG decided the twenty minute nap in the car on the way over was enough nap for her, despite our best efforts.  But, Daddy did give me a break from the cloth diapering laundry.  And that’s about the best gift this mama could ask for.

We had leftovers for dinner and I made this recipe for dessert.

We did pop the popcorn on the stove and take an extra-long walk after dinner,

so that negates some of the bad effects, right?

Oh how I love being a Mama.  This weekend was a joyful reminder of all the LORD has blessed us with.
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Weekend Recap: Saturday

(This is a continuation of Monday’s post)

Saturday: N and I parted ways again :(, but I was glad that he was able to go have fun with a friend…and I was even more glad that he left some pancakes for MG and I.  It was during this breakfast that I started to feel a little adventurous.  Most of the time, unscheduled days with a baby either end up one of two ways: staying at home and sticking to the familiar routine or attempting something spontaneous.  Today I felt the urge to get out of the house and make something of the day.

The first thing I wanted to do was buy some fabric…as said baby shower friend (who is one of the most crafty people I know) inspired me to try my hand at a maxi dress that she created (thanks, MVG).  There was no way I was going to spend twenty minutes searching for a coupon and drive twenty more minutes to Joann’s, only to wait in the cutting line twenty additional minutes. (I wasn’t feeling that adventurous).  So I decided to check out some local options.  Come to find out, there’s a locally owned fabric store right in my backyard!  I walked in and immediately fell in love.  Sure they had bolts and bolts of fabric, a corner of notions, and grey-haired ladies in aprons….but that’s where the similarities ended.  I was one of two customers so I didn’t have to take a number to have my fabric cut.  They offered me help several times as I browsed the aisles.  They answered some technical questions that I had and on the way out they gave me a flyer with a schedule of all of their classes.  I can picture it now: me and all of the seventy-year olds sitting in a semi-circle, knitting, and talking about how cute MG is. I can’t wait!!! {seriously}

Next we drove to my favorite park in the whole world which is also practically in our backyard.  I love this place for many reasons, but one of them being because it just feels old.  There are huge, shady trees everywhere.  Skateboard arena, tennis courts, two playgrounds (one just for MG’s age), a vintage carousel (she’s obsessed with it), train tracks, a pool, a golf course, etc. etc.  And then there’s the asphalt trail.  I brought my beloved BOB of course and first we ran the trail which connects to our little downtown square on one end and neighborhoods on the other.  In between is mostly shade with enough trees to make you feel like you are out in nature, but enough people around to make you feel like you’re not going to be abducted, if you know what I mean.  After the run, we made our way to the playground.  AKA MG’s dreamworld.   Thankfully, I remembered to bring a shovel and pail for digging in the sand and before & after that we ran around and around, going down slides, and swinging in swings.  Everything is nice and spread out too, so you don’t feel like you are right on top of every one else.

Around noon, I started thinking about heading back for lunch.  Then the spontaneity bug bit me again.  On our run, I had noticed that there was a Relay for Life event with all kinds of vendors set up in the park.  Why not get some yummy fair food and call it a day?  I managed to find $7 in my car, but turns out I didn’t even need it.  Our wonderful church had set up a booth and they were passing out FREE hot dogs and water.  (I love my church!!!)  Eating outside is so wonderful.  No bibs, no mess, no fuss.  We took our picnic lunch back to the bench with a view of the ponies on the carousel.  Every time it would begin it’s performance, she would run over and point.  I would have paid the $2 to ride, but I’m pretty sure it was so much more fun just to watch.

We texted Daddy some pictures to make him extra-jealous of our adventure.   And then we went back to the playground and ran around a bit more to burn off the extra chips that we ate.

By the time we made it home,  it was naptime.  Hooray!  I threw my new fabric in the wash and put MG down…only to discover…..HER FAN HAD DIED!!!  Oh the horror.  MG has slept with this fan since she was about 4 months old.  It’s very old and very loud in order to block out all of the noise that tends to happen in our house.  They just don’t even make fans like this these days.  Thankfully, I was able to find a white noise app that worked in a pinch. And an SOS call to Dad and we had a (very cheap, very loud…but not as loud) fan by bedtime.  Phew!

During MG’s nap, I “whipped” up my dress.  I say that because it took me about 3 hours, but it does have some cosmetic flaws.  Oh well, nothing a belt can’t hide 🙂  N’s parents took us out on Saturday night to a place you wouldn’t even believe if I told you (N said he felt like he was on The Country OC).  Our neighbors kept MG for us and despite saying goodbye to the saddest face ever, they claimed she never cried. Not sure I believe them, but I’ll take it.  {I don’t think it hurt either that they were fully equipped with dolls and dogs}

 

I know what you’re thinking.  Buying fabric, eating hot dogs, and playing in a park…sounds like the opposite of an adventure, right?  But what you have to understand is that this summer is so much different than last summer.  On nice days last year, we used to either plan days like this to force us out of the house, or just stay around home/the neighborhood playground within easy reach of everything.  But now that she is older, I know better how to pack for these days and what to bring to keep her awake on the car ride home and we actually need a lot less stuff, which is wonderful.  I also used to feel like we needed other people to play with or at least Daddy around to enjoy adventures like this.  Because sometimes just the two of us together?…well, we can be a little boring.  But now that she is walking and “talking”, I feel like we can actually play TOGETHER and have mini-CONVERSATIONS and share EXCITEMENT over the same little things (like seeing a dog).  MG and I—just the two of us—we can have fun together!!  And that thought is so liberating.

Every successful adventure conquered leads to even more excitement about adventures to come.  I am so glad summer is here!!

To be continued….

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Weekend Recap: Friday

I just came off of a wonderful and eventful weekend.  My heart is full….so…watch out, y’all.  I have a lot to say.

While this blog is more: here’s a picture of my beautiful daughter and less: here’s a recap of our weekend…sometimes a girl just needs a little variety…..So here’s a recap of our weekend.

Friday: N and I parted ways :(.  As soon as he got home from work,  I took off to a hair appointment and then to a friend’s baby shower.   Have I ever mentioned that I hate, hate, hate getting my hair done?  I know, I know, not a normal reaction, I realize. I’m also one of those rare people who hate massages/facials and even mani/pedis kind of creep me out.  Why?  Well, for one thing, I hate paying money for something that has to be maintained.  The only maintenance thing that I would gladly pay money for is tanning.  And, well we all know how good that is for you.  Mark my words: the day they come out with UV-free lights is the day I will turn into an oompa-loompa. Second, I find the whole interaction really awkward. I really wish I could relax during these sessions and actually enjoy what’s going on…but instead, I’m too focused on making small talk and keeping the conversation rolling.  Is that weird?  Do hairdressers find it awkward if their clients don’t chit-chat the entire time?  Ah…the questions that plague me at night.  Third, I’m so controlling that I don’t like people messing with my stuff…and by stuff, I mean hair.  Thankfully, I have a hairdresser that I like/trust, but that doesn’t mean I don’t spend the entire day dreading the appointment.  Every single time I have a hair appointment, I wake up with a stomachache.  Finally this time, I connected the dots and realized that I just work myself up into a nervous frenzy.  What if I don’t like the way it turns out?  What if she cuts it too long/short? What if it’s the wrong color? I know it’s silly, but I HATE telling her that I don’t like it.  I know, I really do need to get over that.  Does anyone else ever feel this way or is it just me?  Just me?  Okay.  At least I had an event to attend after my hair was styled for me.  That’s always a plus.

To be continued…

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O, Happy Day

The season of being within eyesight of a toilet.
The extra lbs around the midsection.
The huffing and puffing to pick something up.
The wait that just about sent me over the edge…but…not into labor.
The back labor.
The pushing.  Oh, the pushing.
The sleep deprivation.
The blundering mistakes.
The messy floors.
This beautiful  baby.

I’d do it all over again, just to have you!

Last year, I was a new initiate into the Mama’s club.  I felt pretty green, too.  I knew I was a part of something great, but I didn’t know enough yet to know exactly how great.  This year, I’m a little more weathered (and wrinkled and greyed), and I think I’m just beginning to understand this whole mothering thing.  I feel so honored to be a part of this club….but at the same time…I know I still have a long way to go.  Thank you so much, LORD, for helping me get here.

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Mamas

out of the mouths of children:

A Mother is a woman who
-can bake a cake with six other hands helping her and still have it turn out fine.
may not have ulcers, but she has versatile tears. They show anger, weariness, hurt or happiness. Once, when Daddy forgot an anniversary, Mother cried. One Saturday, he brought home some chocolates when it wasn’t even her birthday or anything, and she cried then, too.
 -is different. She likes chicken wings and backs and the hamburger that is slightly burned — things the kids and Daddy don’t care for. She never takes the last chop on the plate, and she always saves the candy from the tray at the club to bring home to the children.
Thank you to my mom for loving us.  She taught me everything I know about cooking and cleaning and becoming a mom.  I love her so!   Thank you to N’s mom for praying for me before & after she met me and for raising him up to be a godly man who takes care of and loves our family.  MG is fortunate to have two grandmas who sincerely look forward to seeing her, who light up with each and everything she does and who pray for her daily.  We are so blessed to have you in our lives and I’m so thankful that God gave us you!

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