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The #FITMOM Trend: Why Its A Good Thing

Recently, the “Whats Your Excuse?” Mom was re-circulating through social media and the news with her recent weight – gain admission. It brought me to thoughts on the whole #fitmom trend, and where we go as mothers with it. My immediate  reaction was, “how brave of her to be honest and brave to admit her mess, when she subtly shamed mothers for not losing the weight.” She became humble and honest. We are all well aware of the #fitmom trend, or dare I say pressure to be our own version of a #fitmom. Social media rewards and celebrates images of mom’s post-baby, looking fabulous and fit just days after giving birth. But, there are many mom’s also posting their scars, marks and skin folds – triumphantly celebrating the birth of their baby. I think the whole ##fitmom movement  is fabulous  because it encompasses so much of our desires as women,…

Benjamin’s Birth Story: Baby #1

I love a good birth story. As I draw closer to 38 weeks, I am obsessed with  reading and hearing birth stories. For some reason, I find each birth story so unique, empowering and magical. No matter what the method – I am a birth story fan. I appreciate C-sections, natural, hospital, un-assisted etc. They are all beautiful and God’s plan for your baby to arrive. I’m also reminiscing quite a bit on Benjamin’s birth, my first baby, which was actually fairly traumatic. It involved an arrogant anesthesiologist, me screaming bloody murder for hours (back labor), Benjamin losing his heart beat, and a time-stopping moment with no one breathing. Quite a scene. It started the evening, around 6:00 pm of Jan. 28th, 2013.  I was exactly 41-big-belly weeks. I was sooooo happy my water broke! YES! He’s coming, FINALLY!!! My mom and youngest sister arrived to our house with in a…

Fall In Love With Your Family {hello October}

October 1st and fall is sure here in Washington. Grey skies, rain, puddles, light wind and little breaks of sun to warm you back up. We naturally start getting nestled back into our indoor activities, which can easily feel suffocating and claustrophobic after being out of the house so much all summer. The days will start feeling longer and darker, and boy do we have a lot more “oh my gosh whats wrong now?!!” Moments. I actually don’t like the fall and winter much at all. Little boys inside for long periods of time is quite crazy-making. But, there’s a few ways I’ve found to find some rays of sunshine in the irritatingly, long days. I find joy by falling in love with my family. I purposefully take a moment to look at who these little people really are. It’s so easy to continue the path of everyday nothingness. What…

Mama with Two Under Two: It Gets Better

Benjamin was just 19 months old when Jack was born. He wasn’t even a year old when I became pregnant with Jack. I was totally nauseous and exhausted on his first birthday, and he was barely weaned! Now, I’m weeks away from adding another infant to my toddler craziness, and I’m probably in complete denial about what’s coming. But, I have to say, I’ve started emerging from the dark tunnel of toddler and babies into the light! Benjamin was talking a lot for his age, but still very much a baby-toddler when Jack showed up. He wasn’t potty trained, too little for preschool and wanted to be held still quite a bit. It was really hard balancing a baby and little toddler. I had to walk and nurse a lot. Jack was fussy at night, making it really hard for me to be anywhere near present or available for Benjamin.…

6 Signs You’re Over Being Pregnant and Ready for Baby

The glorious final stretch after hitting the 36 weeks pregnant mark is here for me! And many of us moms, who’ve been through pregnancy, know this stretch oh so well. Unfortunately, hitting this milestone  is shockingly like switching into v e r y  s l o w  m o t i o n…time stops, and you’re  standing there with a belly that is blowing up and days that are never ending. The big day is so close, yet so far away! You want so badly to meet your little angel, yet you can’t get there, like everything around you is full of lead and you were placed in an alternate reality where everyone moves at a normal pace – but you. As the feeling of molasses pours over you’re body, you realize you are SO DONE BEING PREGNANT. Here are the six signs I KNOW mean I am done and…

Confessions of a Boy Mom

“Another boy?!” “Were you hoping for a girl??” “Are you gonna try again for a girl??” These are the questions I get asked everyday as we navigate through our activities. Our pictures show the beautiful glimpses of our life. The pretty, happy moments that are quite sporadic in between the messy toilets, batman pajamas, runny noses, fingers in noses and hands in pants. Oh the joys of being a boymom! We clean up well for social events, but there are definitely  confessions I can share. Here are my boymom confessions that I’m sure many can relate too! 1. Underwear Unwanted: Boys do not like underwear, or pants for that matter. They naturally find it more satisfying to throw their pants and undies to the wind whenever outside – not aware of any sort of indecent exposure laws. As soon as I let the boys outside, I’m prepared for them to…

Prayers for My Soon-to-be Middle Child

Two-years-old! What a milestone for little ones, and how quickly it came! Jack is my now, baby, growing into such a little boy, and he is soon-to-be the middle child. Jack definitely enjoys the status of “baby.” He still loves me to hold him, rather than walk, and he prefers to fall asleep next to me instead of in his bed. Its such an interesting piece of life. To be able to watch the creation of the first, middle and youngest child evolving right in front of you. I watched Benjamin transition from an “only” to an “oldest,” and now Jack will go from the baby to the “middle.” Jack is such a happy camper. Laid back, independent, strong and confident. He doesn’t need my undivided attention nearly as much as Benjamin. I wonder how that will all change in the next few weeks when baby brother arrives. Today, we get…

When Blessed Mama feels Terrorized

Oh gosh, I hate to admit it, but sometimes my little blessings seriously seem to turn into screeching on a chalkboard. The whining. Crying. “Mom! Mama?!” On repeat quickly bubbles frustration in my throat. I look at these two little blue-eyed angels and think, “I can’t believe  another one is coming…” I walk to the dryer to pull out the clothes needing to be folded, or at least shoved in their appropriate  hiding space, and I hear lots of giggling and jumping in our bedroom. Hands full, socks dropping into the black hole they dissappear too, I yell, “Benjamin! Jack! Are you guys throwing all the pillows off the bed?!” I swear, they were just outside, when did they get in there???. I finally decided I was going to make the bed. We have a beautiful bedroom, and I want to appreciate it and have it look nice, so that…