My Little Me

We’ve quickly rounded into 20 months of life.  And Little One’s personality has really started to shine.
Often, it feels as if I’ve been given a second childhood.  I get to watch myself grow up.  I get to raise myself (oh joy!) and I get to rediscover things about myself through mature eyes.  Mostly because she and I have eerily similar personalities (so far, at least)
She is, afterall, our first-born and that alone gives her and I a huge thing in common.  One of the many things we share.
When I took the following video of her, I loved it for two reasons.  One, because it is so her.  Being the eldest often comes with a longing to do bigger things and have more responsibility.  I, myself, was no exception to that and so I secretly love/fear that trait in one of my own.  She loves to copy in vivid detail the things she sees grown-ups doing.   Never mind that her end result may be a little flawed 🙂
And two, this video showcases a little piece of MG and Daddy’s relationship.  A relationship that has really taken off since he has been ever-present in the last six weeks.  She has gone from being a fierce Mama’s girl to it-depends-on-the-day-girl.  I secretly love/fear that too.  Just as long as she doesn’t completely edge me out, I think I can handle it.  Right?


Six Years

Today, July 22, 2012, marks six years of marriage.

Six years!

Which, in theory, still kinda sounds like we’re newlyweds, but we’re only a year out from the not-so-newlywed-sounding year number seven.

In some ways, this year has been the fastest on record.  This time last year we were basking on the beaches of Mexico and the time in between that and now has been like a snap of the fingers.

On the other hand, this year has been one of the most challenging years to date.  Not because of newness and changes but due to the lack thereof.  Even though we have tried to move out of some circumstances and beyond old things, God continues to place us back where we began.  It feels as though the so-called seven-year-itch came a bit early.  Not so much the yearning to be with different people, but the yearning to be in different circumstances.  We’ve begged God for certain changes, challenges, and outcomes and yet, here we are with a life nearly identical to the one we had one year ago. And that in itself has been the greatest challenge.  I think we will look back on this time as one of the most trying times in our life.  There are many thoughts and stories to go behind these challenges and they are forthcoming.

But for now, we are just reveling in our accomplishment of making it this far.

 One year.  So young and naive.  We were just glad that we had survived the first year that everyone warns you about.  We think we came out mostly unscathed 🙂
 Two years. Walking at night on the beach in Florida.  We went to see The Dark Knight on that trip also, making it all the more fitting to go see the final Batman movie last night.
 Three years.  We were blissfully happy with 2 great jobs, 1 low-maintenance pet, and zero responsibility. Little did we know there was a major game-changer coming our way soon.
 Four years.  We went to the Melting Pot and talked about all the changes coming our way.  (that is an MG belly I spy, NOT a post-melting pot indulgence belly 🙂 )



five years.  we marveled over all the changes God has brought us through in being new parents. we celebrated by stuffing our faces with Mexican food.  Hey, when in Mexico!

six years.  a lot has changed.  happy to be with each other and our much-loved baby girl.  Even though things haven’t much changed, there is no doubt that God has truly blessed us.  We have 1 fulfilling job, a charming little house, and a sweet girl that we love more each day.  Really, what more could we ask for?

on to year seven.

With hopefully another ten times that more to go.


I’m signing off for a couple days until I have something, well, a little more exciting to write about.

I’m busy in time and short on inspiration and now just feels like a good time to take a {brief} break.

Not that you necessarily cared to know this…but….it makes me feel better to acknowledge it.  So there ya go.

I’ll be back in a bit.  Hopefully with lots of new stories, pictures of my daughter (of course) and possibly a new watermark (working on it).  Maybe even a blogroll?  {Currently working on compiling a list of the (dozens of?) blogs I find inspiring/uplifting/encouraging.}  P.S. In the meantime, if you are pregnant or a new Mama, check out this blog, The Wise Baby, started by a fellow ’02 Lancer.  It has tons of comparisons, buying guides and is really concise.  She makes good recommendations too.

So thanks to all of you who faithfully read my little ramblings.  It means a lot that you are here day after day. And I’m most especially grateful to those of you who find the time to write me little encouragements or bring it up in conversation or just find a way to let me know you care.  You have made me feel so very loved!

See you soonish,

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!

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.



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!


In MG’s world….

Every morning would be Daddy’s pancake Saturday
  (actually that sounds a lot like MY perfect world too!)
There would be no such thing as the 10-second rule
(any and every food item dropped is fair game in this house)
the park would be first up on the to-do list
Breaks would be taken often for dance parties
(dance skills courtesy of dad)
Nothing would exist that didn’t begin with the letter ‘d’
 (it just makes everything easier)

Books would be littered, LITTERED with pictures of dogs

Roses would be red,
Dresses would be blue,
and every game would be “peek-a-boo, I see you!”

Your world is my favorite place to be, Little One!  Thank you for joining mine.

The Best Part of Waking up….

Is most definitely NOT the coffee in my cup.  (I don’t even drink coffee anymore.  {I’m a tea convert…don’t hate})

It is the morning snuggles.
It is the first of forty-seven reads of Pat the Puppy
It is the long goodbye and drop-the-paci-on-the-mattress ritual.  Because she only gets it when she’s in bed.  Sometimes it “ends up” on the corner of the mattress so she can get to it later.  Don’t tell her I’m on to her.

It is an egg + cereal for me, pancake + yogurt for her.  And okay, a couple bites of my cereal too.  Just because I love her.
It is the pretend sips and swallows from my tea.  Followed by the big grin.  <>
It is this little thing:

running around in a pajama top and diaper because it’s too hot to sleep in anything else….and we really don’t get dressed until 10am.  Okay, maybe 11am.

It is realizing that…whoa…you are a Mama…and you have no idea what you ever did to deserve this precious gift.

This week is Mother’s Day week.  (yes, I am eeking out every last drop of it).  On Sunday we will celebrate and be celebrated.  But today, I am sad.  Sad for the Mama who was supposed to have her baby by now but the adoption fell through.  Sad for the Mama who is still, still on the waiting list.  Sad for the Mama who miscarried today at 17 weeks.  On the day of her gender ultrasound.  Sad for the women who will put on a happy face on Sunday, but deep down they are grieving and would wish nothing more than to be a Mama themselves. Mother’s Day is a beautiful day to honor sacrifices and love.  But it is also a painful reminder to those still waiting.

If you are a Mama, you have something that is a very sacred treasure: to love and be loved by a child.  Let’s remember that in the little moments that make up our day: in the food, the books, the memories. No matter how insignificant, they are lovely and treasure-worthy because they are what makes us a Mama. Let’s also remember this week those that are waiting.

Things I’ve learned lately

(and a phone/camera dump day)

Sometimes Good Will will surprise you:

(two Dyson vacs for less than 1/2 the price of one.  Thanks, GW, I still feel like I owe ya)

You must always check the appliances before using them in the M household:

(otherwise you may end up with bits of plastic in your sweet potatoes)

It’s May….It’s MAY!!

(bring on the bare legs and the 80 90 degrees)

This week a waitress referred to my child as “big”.

(She was also 18 and had no prior interactions with 1 year-olds.  She also received an extra-large tip)

Sometimes the best toys cost $3.99

 (doll, paci, artwork, sippy cup, dress, plastic cougar not included)

These two could either be the best of friends

or the worst of enemies.

(verdict’s still out)

Not to name names, but one of us came down with hand, foot, mouth.

(can you guess who?)

Between pink eye and HFM running a muck in your house, we’ve been quarantined.  Can I get one of those termite tents to come and disinfect my entire house, please?

(google images)
(I promise we don’t live in squalor)

“That’s okay baby, just eat some of this banana and you will feel better.”

(at least that’s what she’s saying in my head)


Where Did You Come From

Where did you come from, baby dear?

Out of the everywhere into the here.

Where did you get your eyes so blue?

Out of the sky when I came through.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?

A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm, white rose?

Something better than anyone knows.

Where did you get that pearly ear?

God spoke and it came out to hear.

How did they all just come to be you?

God thought about me and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, Baby Dear?

God thought of you, and so I am here.


Baby Dear, George MacDonald


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