I hate New Year's resolutions. For me, they never work. By February, they are a passing thought and by March I have no idea what I resolved in the first place. All that said, I love one word. Last year my word was bloom. Shortly before the new year I saw something on Pintrest, "Bloom where you are planted." That really struck me. My husband has been in the Navy for almost 4 years, we have lived away from our home for over 3 years, am I really setting down roots? Am I really making friends? Am I really happy with where I'm at? That answer was no. So I set out to bloom, right where I am planted. And I did at first, and then like most resolutions I forgot a little. But by the end of spring, I was reaching out to people, I was making friends, I was enjoying our rainy little home more than I had in years. So from this, I think that one word works for me. And I know that putting it up where I see it on a daily or weekly basis makes it stick.
My word for 2015 is heart. I want to be the heart of my home. Where my heart is, my treasures are as well. I have spent far too much time and energy worrying about my little life not being perfect. I have spent too much time with my head in my phone to really capture the moments with my family. I have spent too much time wanting to get closer to God and not really doing it. So for 2015, where my heart is, my treasure is as well. I've deleted Facebook and Instagram off my phone and I am happier than I have been in a long time. It's silly to get caught up in everyone else's highlight reel, but there I was. And while I know I will be back, this break has helped me gain my confidence back. I am a good mom. I am a good wife, I am a good friend. I've got this! It's not perfect, but it's my perfect mess.
L.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Saturday, April 28, 2012
One Whole Year Later...
Who knew time could move so fast? I can't believe my little baby boy is now a toddler.
Over the last year we have
Over the last year we have
- Brought home a brand new baby boy
- placed you in your crib at just 10 days old - best decision we ever made but was SO HARD at the time.
- we battled colic and post partum depression - at the same time, RUDE!
- You got bigger, and started to enjoy life out of the womb a little more
- looking outside is the best view
- your favorite way to be held was the "grandma" hold. Nice and tight, with one arm pinned under mine while we rocked you side to side really fast. Always calmed a fussy boy.
- Shushing and swaddling were my our very best friends
- decided that your bottles were the best thing ever as well as paci's.
- became the easiest baby to make laugh, and boy do we ever love your belly laughs
- rolled over
- learned that EVERY thing should go in your mouth
- stopped staying the the place where we left you - again, RUDE!
- started chowing down on every thing we place in front of you, I don't think there is a food you don't eat.
- started army crawling and didn't stop - no hands and knees crawling here!
- learned to pull yourself up on to everything
- learned to pull yourself up to standing
- started creeping along furniture
- as soon as you realized that you could make noise out of your mouth you are Chatty-McChatterson.
- not only do you chat, you also make all sorts of clicking noises as well as imitate us
- you are so independent. You are more than willing to play by yourself, though you always love someone to play with.
- cars, trucks, banging things together, and balls. You are a boy through and through.
- sneezing is very funny and we will "sneeze" back and forth with both of us saying "achoo!"
- you are so SO ticklish. Feet, legs, hips, belly, armpits, collar bone, the back of your neck/head. And we LOVE to tickle you.
My little boy has grown leaps and bounds. He has outgrown his newborn look and is looking more and more like a little boy.
For the stats: 19 pounds, 29 inches long. Wearing size 9 month clothes and size 3 diapers. Drinking 16 ounces of formula and breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Formula is a "snack." You are also drinking water out of a straw cup whenever you want. Favorite foods are : grapes, eggs, tangerines, toast, meat, yogurt, and avocados.
For the stats: 19 pounds, 29 inches long. Wearing size 9 month clothes and size 3 diapers. Drinking 16 ounces of formula and breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Formula is a "snack." You are also drinking water out of a straw cup whenever you want. Favorite foods are : grapes, eggs, tangerines, toast, meat, yogurt, and avocados.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Why Hello.... It's Been Awhile...
Oh yes, I am still alive. It's been just over a month since I last blogged and so much has changed. My little Peanut is a year old, we had a few mini birthday celebrations, a one year baby well visit, went thru one 4 week work up, and just started another workup.
First off, can I just say that work ups blow. I miss my husband. And it has me thinking how on earth I will make it through 10 months. I am eternally thankful the for the family that visited and the friends that make sure I don't hole up and become a hermit. However, every single friend that I hung out with is military. And they are all either deploying within a few months or getting out of the military entirely. Um... Hello? Don't you know you are supposed to stay here so I have company?And while right now I am having a mini freak out about J being gone for so long, I know that I will just do what I have to do. It will be what it will be and if worse comes to worse I can always pack up my little life and move home. Not that that is really a logical option, it's there if necessary.
Secondly, I can't believe my little peanut is a year old! I have a one year post in mind, a catch up of all that has happened over this last year. He is so dang cute and has changed so much, I can't even believe it! He is officially a toddler. And that scares me a little bit. He is getting too big too fast. Thankfully he is just a wee babe (19lbs!) so he still feels a bit small.
And finally, I am so glad that I am going back to work tomorrow. I hate sitting at home by myself. I get mopey and miss my favorite husband. The house seems to get so dirty and I don't really want to clean it, the puppies sleep all day when J first leaves, and really all I want to do is eat a giant amount of oreo cookies. However, I have a little man to take care of and a house to run so sulking the days away doesn't happen. Okay, so my house isn't as clean as normal, but other than that it is business as usual here. And I can't wait to go back to work tomorrow to get my mind off of being alone. To be honest, I love the military lifestyle, but this part? This I don't love.
Night night!
First off, can I just say that work ups blow. I miss my husband. And it has me thinking how on earth I will make it through 10 months. I am eternally thankful the for the family that visited and the friends that make sure I don't hole up and become a hermit. However, every single friend that I hung out with is military. And they are all either deploying within a few months or getting out of the military entirely. Um... Hello? Don't you know you are supposed to stay here so I have company?And while right now I am having a mini freak out about J being gone for so long, I know that I will just do what I have to do. It will be what it will be and if worse comes to worse I can always pack up my little life and move home. Not that that is really a logical option, it's there if necessary.
Secondly, I can't believe my little peanut is a year old! I have a one year post in mind, a catch up of all that has happened over this last year. He is so dang cute and has changed so much, I can't even believe it! He is officially a toddler. And that scares me a little bit. He is getting too big too fast. Thankfully he is just a wee babe (19lbs!) so he still feels a bit small.
And finally, I am so glad that I am going back to work tomorrow. I hate sitting at home by myself. I get mopey and miss my favorite husband. The house seems to get so dirty and I don't really want to clean it, the puppies sleep all day when J first leaves, and really all I want to do is eat a giant amount of oreo cookies. However, I have a little man to take care of and a house to run so sulking the days away doesn't happen. Okay, so my house isn't as clean as normal, but other than that it is business as usual here. And I can't wait to go back to work tomorrow to get my mind off of being alone. To be honest, I love the military lifestyle, but this part? This I don't love.
Night night!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
11 Months
Oh.My.Lanta... How on EARTH are you 11 months old? In less than 30 days you will be one year. ONE YEAR??? How did this happen?
My little man this last week has been HUGE for you. You are holding your hands out to be picked up, a 5th tooth sprouted in, you are saying Mama, Dada, and Baba (bottle) for the appropriate things, and most importantly you are sleeping through the night!
You poor bubba, you were sick for about a week. It was a nasty cold/virus that was seriously not fun and got the whole family. It was about 5 days of throw up and all sorts of other nastiness. I am thankful that most if it is over. It has been 3+days since you threw up on me. I am one happy mama!! The sickness really affected your eating habits and unfortunately you are still right about 19lbs which is where you were at your 9 month check up.
You are still so chatty. You talk to your food, to me, to others, to your toys, EVERYTHING. Most of it doesn't make sense, or I am still trying to figure out what you are talking about. You do say Mama for me, Dada for your daddy, Baba for you bottle (which is super fun at 4am when you are yelling BABA at the top of your lungs!), you also say Papa which is generally for papa Matty.
Since you have been sick you have surprisingly been napping super well, AND sleeping thru the night. The only exception to this is that you aren't taking a huge bottle before bed any more (only like an ounce or two) so at about 4 or 5am you wake up STARVING which cues you to yell BABA and MAMA at the top of your lungs until I make you a giant bottle. Then you will go back down for another hour or two. I am hoping that as you get better you will start drinking more before bed time.
Speaking of eating, you have about four 4-6ounce bottles a day. I know that you should be having less, but minus a morning bottle (which will be easy to break) the others are before nap time or bed time. You are eating solids for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sometimes a snack in between. The hardest part of taking out bottles is that you do not like any sippy cups so getting you to take water is a beast. We have tried cups with flexi-straws, nuby no spill sippys, take and toss sippys, and two other kinds of sippy cups. Nothing goes. You love your bottle. I can say for certain that you will not be off a bottle at 12 months. And thats okay with me!
Lately you are having so much fun playing with toys while sitting up. You love your train with the blocks, stuffed animals, anything that makes noise and anything you can chew on. You have a wooden stacking toy that you loved to pull off the stick and then chew on the wooden blocks. You are also ALL over the place. Still army crawling all over the place (who said that only lasted a few weeks? You are going on MONTHS.) You army crawl so fast, you look like a little snake. You get up on all 4's all the time but no real crawling. You are starting to try and climb on the stairs (super fun) and you are in to everything. Up until this last week I could put you in your bouncer while I was getting ready. Not so much anymore. You almost rolled out of that thing! I can still get you to stay in your jump jump if I have to while I am making dinner, but it is almost out of commission as well. It bores you!
You are still chilling in mostly 9 month clothes. A few 6 month onesies fit if they are on the longer size. I have you in 12 month jackets because those are what we have for warm jackets and the fit but are on the large side. You are fully in 12month sleepers. You wear size 3 diapers and still fit in to the Kawaii pure and clean cloth diapers that I originally bought. You wear cloth *most* of the time at home. Not this last bit though! I would rather throw out diapers with your poo situation that be washing it out. That is not my idea of a good time!
You are VERY into your paci these days. If I am holding it you will grab it out of my hand and stick it in your mouth. You also have about 3 or 4 pacis in bed with you that if you wake up in the middle of the night you will grab. They are probably your favorite thing. You can't nap or sleep with out one!
Well, you are waking up from your nap. I love you so much bubba!
My little man this last week has been HUGE for you. You are holding your hands out to be picked up, a 5th tooth sprouted in, you are saying Mama, Dada, and Baba (bottle) for the appropriate things, and most importantly you are sleeping through the night!
You poor bubba, you were sick for about a week. It was a nasty cold/virus that was seriously not fun and got the whole family. It was about 5 days of throw up and all sorts of other nastiness. I am thankful that most if it is over. It has been 3+days since you threw up on me. I am one happy mama!! The sickness really affected your eating habits and unfortunately you are still right about 19lbs which is where you were at your 9 month check up.
You are still so chatty. You talk to your food, to me, to others, to your toys, EVERYTHING. Most of it doesn't make sense, or I am still trying to figure out what you are talking about. You do say Mama for me, Dada for your daddy, Baba for you bottle (which is super fun at 4am when you are yelling BABA at the top of your lungs!), you also say Papa which is generally for papa Matty.
Since you have been sick you have surprisingly been napping super well, AND sleeping thru the night. The only exception to this is that you aren't taking a huge bottle before bed any more (only like an ounce or two) so at about 4 or 5am you wake up STARVING which cues you to yell BABA and MAMA at the top of your lungs until I make you a giant bottle. Then you will go back down for another hour or two. I am hoping that as you get better you will start drinking more before bed time.
Speaking of eating, you have about four 4-6ounce bottles a day. I know that you should be having less, but minus a morning bottle (which will be easy to break) the others are before nap time or bed time. You are eating solids for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sometimes a snack in between. The hardest part of taking out bottles is that you do not like any sippy cups so getting you to take water is a beast. We have tried cups with flexi-straws, nuby no spill sippys, take and toss sippys, and two other kinds of sippy cups. Nothing goes. You love your bottle. I can say for certain that you will not be off a bottle at 12 months. And thats okay with me!
Lately you are having so much fun playing with toys while sitting up. You love your train with the blocks, stuffed animals, anything that makes noise and anything you can chew on. You have a wooden stacking toy that you loved to pull off the stick and then chew on the wooden blocks. You are also ALL over the place. Still army crawling all over the place (who said that only lasted a few weeks? You are going on MONTHS.) You army crawl so fast, you look like a little snake. You get up on all 4's all the time but no real crawling. You are starting to try and climb on the stairs (super fun) and you are in to everything. Up until this last week I could put you in your bouncer while I was getting ready. Not so much anymore. You almost rolled out of that thing! I can still get you to stay in your jump jump if I have to while I am making dinner, but it is almost out of commission as well. It bores you!
You are still chilling in mostly 9 month clothes. A few 6 month onesies fit if they are on the longer size. I have you in 12 month jackets because those are what we have for warm jackets and the fit but are on the large side. You are fully in 12month sleepers. You wear size 3 diapers and still fit in to the Kawaii pure and clean cloth diapers that I originally bought. You wear cloth *most* of the time at home. Not this last bit though! I would rather throw out diapers with your poo situation that be washing it out. That is not my idea of a good time!
You are VERY into your paci these days. If I am holding it you will grab it out of my hand and stick it in your mouth. You also have about 3 or 4 pacis in bed with you that if you wake up in the middle of the night you will grab. They are probably your favorite thing. You can't nap or sleep with out one!
Well, you are waking up from your nap. I love you so much bubba!
Monday, March 12, 2012
So yeah...
So the goal was to blog more... Yeah, that didn't happen so much. Life is crazy and busy and just keeps getting busier and crazier. And I don't really have an excuse. There was time, but mostly I just didn't have anything to say. But tonight I do have something on my mind and that is...
What the heck were we thinking when we decided J should join the Navy?! And I say that because I hate being by myself. Also, I am seriously afraid of everything. And when I am by myself, who is going to be my knight in shining armor? Because do you know who hates the dark? Me. Do you know who hates spiders? Me. And do you know who has to get up in the middle of the night with a sick baby? Me.
I say all this because yes, I am scared. And I may always be scared, but that doesn't mean that I can't do this. I can do this, I can be by myself and to make it. And this is why: "This is my command -- be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go." Joshua 1:9.
There is a necklace hanging in my car. Is the the verse, Joshua 1:9. It has been there since my husband gave it to me at 17 years old when we first started dating. Even back then I was afraid. And this was my reminder - God is there. He is always with me. And there is nothing to be afraid of because wherever I am going, He has already been there. I am never alone. Even in the dark.
So yes - today I am questioning why the heck I ever thought that J having a job that required him to be gone for weeks or months at a time. But I know that this is exactly where we are supposed to be. And yes there will be tears, yes there will be hard days, and yes I will get scared, but I will be fine. This is where I am supposed to be. And maybe I'll be a little less fearful in the end.
What the heck were we thinking when we decided J should join the Navy?! And I say that because I hate being by myself. Also, I am seriously afraid of everything. And when I am by myself, who is going to be my knight in shining armor? Because do you know who hates the dark? Me. Do you know who hates spiders? Me. And do you know who has to get up in the middle of the night with a sick baby? Me.
I say all this because yes, I am scared. And I may always be scared, but that doesn't mean that I can't do this. I can do this, I can be by myself and to make it. And this is why: "This is my command -- be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go." Joshua 1:9.
There is a necklace hanging in my car. Is the the verse, Joshua 1:9. It has been there since my husband gave it to me at 17 years old when we first started dating. Even back then I was afraid. And this was my reminder - God is there. He is always with me. And there is nothing to be afraid of because wherever I am going, He has already been there. I am never alone. Even in the dark.
So yes - today I am questioning why the heck I ever thought that J having a job that required him to be gone for weeks or months at a time. But I know that this is exactly where we are supposed to be. And yes there will be tears, yes there will be hard days, and yes I will get scared, but I will be fine. This is where I am supposed to be. And maybe I'll be a little less fearful in the end.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
"Mid" Month Check In
Bahaha... Goals? I am pretty sure I forgot what this word is this month. Nothing has really gone according to plan and pretty sure that I am lacking on every single goal.
February Goals:
February Goals:
- No Spend Month. For real. Only budgeted items. Yeah... That didn't happen. I normally budget about $80 for our "misc." spending... we are at about $200. Plus the cost of tax prep (about $400). Bahaha..... None of it was on a CC (because we paid that bad boy off!) but still...
- Clean.up.dresser. This is getting ridiculous. Since my hubs is playing XBox and I canceled out Hulu plus subscription... I should probably do this tonight.
- Make some more items from pintrest {cooking, crafting, organizing, or cleaning!} I did make a few items from a cooking mag my mama got me, so I think this counts. And I am saving up some craft projects for when J is gone..... Still a fail.
- Blog more {2x per week} comment more {one per day} I feel I am doing better here. Maybe I am not interesting, but I am putting myself out there!
- Freezer meals. J may or may not be leaving soon. And I need to be prepared. And I have a freezer! Finally, something I can feel good about. I went to costco, bought lots of meat, have some easy meals planned! Woo Hoo!
So I am pretty sure that this is a major fail month by my goal standards. However, I have gotten some things accomplished that weren't goals and I feel good about that:
- Appointment made with a CPA for our taxes (tomorrow)
- Took H for his first store trip sans infant car seat. And he sat like a CHAMP (who's baby is sitting finally? Mine is!)
- Relaxed with my hubs and took some time for "us."
- Had friends over for a fun dinner in
- Kept up with my checkbook and budget.
It's not a ton, but it works for me.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Weekend Crazies
Wow... I need a weekend from my weekend. I feel like I have cleaned, laundered, diapered, cooked, and urgent cared.
First the good: J made ribs. Oh man... Tasty. Plus I made hummus. Again, oh man. It was a tasty weekend. Thankfully we had friends over to share because I could have eaten my weight in ribs and hummus and really I might have gotten sick from that much good stuff.
Then the bad {not really that bad}: Sunday we ended up at urgent care. Mostly because of first time mommy jitters. So I am reading Parents Magazine and an article in the current edition is all about poo. And we have had some poo problems so I was interested. Too hard, too soft, weird colors, you name it, it's happened. The colors to worry about are red, white, and black. So when I go to change his diaper his poo is black. And I just read that black is BAD and you should call your doctor. So I do, and off to urgent care we go. And about an hour of waiting for a doctor we have a little chat about how's he's been doing {besides the black poo} and what he's been eating. He's been perfectly happy, playing, and eating like a champ. He has had blueberries for nearly every meal, he loves those things. Well, come to find out too many blueberries can actually have an effect on the color of things. Wouldn't that have been great to know a few hours ago? So we were sent home with a little sample thingy and no more blueberries for a few days. Hopefully that will clear things up.
Mommy freak out. Check.
I am thankful that I care so much about my son to look at his poo and worry {never thought I'd think that sentence}. I am thankful that I have a healthy happy babe. And I am thankful I have a husband who trusts my instincts and lets me run with it.
The rest of the weekend was filled with normal, weekend tasks. Laundry that needs to be finished, leftovers that need to be eaten, games to be played.
And we are off to the next week.
First the good: J made ribs. Oh man... Tasty. Plus I made hummus. Again, oh man. It was a tasty weekend. Thankfully we had friends over to share because I could have eaten my weight in ribs and hummus and really I might have gotten sick from that much good stuff.
Then the bad {not really that bad}: Sunday we ended up at urgent care. Mostly because of first time mommy jitters. So I am reading Parents Magazine and an article in the current edition is all about poo. And we have had some poo problems so I was interested. Too hard, too soft, weird colors, you name it, it's happened. The colors to worry about are red, white, and black. So when I go to change his diaper his poo is black. And I just read that black is BAD and you should call your doctor. So I do, and off to urgent care we go. And about an hour of waiting for a doctor we have a little chat about how's he's been doing {besides the black poo} and what he's been eating. He's been perfectly happy, playing, and eating like a champ. He has had blueberries for nearly every meal, he loves those things. Well, come to find out too many blueberries can actually have an effect on the color of things. Wouldn't that have been great to know a few hours ago? So we were sent home with a little sample thingy and no more blueberries for a few days. Hopefully that will clear things up.
Mommy freak out. Check.
I am thankful that I care so much about my son to look at his poo and worry {never thought I'd think that sentence}. I am thankful that I have a healthy happy babe. And I am thankful I have a husband who trusts my instincts and lets me run with it.
The rest of the weekend was filled with normal, weekend tasks. Laundry that needs to be finished, leftovers that need to be eaten, games to be played.
And we are off to the next week.
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