Princess Superheroes

Luckily, it’s Wednesday and that means I can do a Wordless Wednesday post and not have to wake my brain enough to write much.

AH said she wanted to be a princess superhero for Halloween and she wanted me to dress up with her. With a little help from the cape and mask we got from a superhero birthday party, and a tiara and wand we already had, her costume was pretty easy. All I had to do was make emblems with AH’s initial on it and make a tutu. Pair that with the cape, mask, wand, tiara, ruby slippers and presto, a Princess Superhero is born.








Happy Halloween!


Bookworm Baby

A Month of Thanksgivings: Day 15

Every workday has its morning and evening routine. And part of AH’s routine in the evenings is to come home, shed everything but the diaper and head straight to her books to “read.”

Of course she’s not actually reading, but she knows many of the stories by heart so it seems like she is, even though she’s only reciting what’s been read to her.

She’s loved being read to since she was a baby and naturally, as she gets older and wants to be more independent, likes to be the one to read.

I’m amazed at her ability to memorize story after story. By two years old she could recite The Little Red Hen, Daddy Loves Me & On The Night You Were Born, to name a few.

I am thankful for my daughter’s love of books and I hope her love of reading is something that stays with her into adulthood.


Happy blogging,

Oh Happy Day

Month of Thanksgivings: Day 3

Today, November 3, 2011, I am thankful for the insanity that is my typical Thursday night.


My family is that of the blended nature so we don’t have our oldest two kids all the time.

But Thursdays are one of the nights (outside of our weekends) that our big kids stay with us and The Husband and I get to do all the typical stuff lots of other families do every day and may take for granted. Things that we appreciate being able to do because we can’t most weekdays.

On Thursdays:

We shuffle kids around in the evening to their activities.

We go over homework, spelling words, and study guides while coloring with AH because she wants to do homework too.

We stress out over junior high math homework that somehow we don’t know how to do anymore because the way we were taught is now “wrong” even though we get the same answer.

We have family dinner and talk about our day (on really busy nights this is done while doing homework).

We referee fights over who is going to shower first and who needs to share the sink while brushing teeth (yes, we are a household with ONE bathroom).

We sign planners, pick out pajamas, pack lunches and more times than not, get to bed later than intended.

But on Thursdays we get to kiss all three of our children goodnight and tuck all of them in. I know the day is coming soon when they tell us they don’t need us to tuck them in (LD is almost 13 and JD is 10) but we’ll do it for as long as they’ll let us.

By the end of the night, The Husband and I are exhausted. Yet there’s a sense of comfort knowing your kids are soundly sleeping in their rooms and you got to be the last face they saw before drifting off to dream land.

Yes, Thursdays are madness.
But on Thursdays, we are together.


Happy blogging,

>Things I said I wouldn’t do…and then did.

>Years ago, before having children, I would make comments or have thoughts that began with, “when I have kids…” and usually ended with a comment about what I would or wouldn’t do as a mother.

Well, lets just say, that’s gone to hell in a hand basket.

1. When I have a baby, he/she won’t sleep in bed with me.
When I had AH, I was terrified of having her sleep with us because of all the horror stories you hear about parents rolling over on their babies while they sleep. When LD and JD were younger they definitely made their way to our bed from time to time but they weren’t infants so I didn’t have that fear.

At first AH slept in her bassinet right next to our bed and then she moved to her crib…in our room. But she was still nursing in the middle of the night so the ten steps I took to get her out of her crib seemed like an eternity at 1a.m. For the most part she sleeps in her own bed (again, in our room) but when she does wake, I simply go get her and let her snuggle with us. It’s easier for everybody, particularly The Husband, who’s usually none the wiser until he gets up for work and there are toddler toes in his face.

2. When I have kids, I am NOT going to let them throw a screaming fit out in public.

I look back at the me before kids and then think, “Awe, bless you’re heart. You just don’t have a clue.” Because there is no “letting them” to it. The screaming fit just happens. Toddlers don’t ask your permission or think about the consequences. They just wail and scream, sometimes kicking or wallowing on the floor and if you’re super lucky it’s all of those combined. My first experience with this was when JD was about 3 and I was taking him and LD to eat before we went to see the Easter bunny. He wanted Chuck-e-Cheese instead of Chick-fil-A and threw himself of the ground, screaming in the middle of the mall. While I stand by my decision to avoid Chuck-e-Cheese like the plague, I’ve since gotten better about picking my battles.

3. When I have kids, if I have a little girl, I’m not going to dress her in pastel pink all the time and I’m not going to force her to wear headbands or bows.

(The Husband w/AH 2010)

Um, yeah, this one lasted a whole two weeks. She wore much more pastel pink than I had intended and I had strapped a bow to her head by the time she was 10 days old. But how was I to know she’d look so darn cute in it all? And she was nearly bald so I had to do something so people would quit calling her a boy.

4. When I have kids, if they take a pacifier, I will wean them from it by the age of two.

This is one of those battles I mentioned earlier that I’ve decided isn’t worth the fight; at least not now. When JD and LD came into my life, they had already kicked this habit. AH, on the other hand, just turned two and I don’t see her “beebee” going any where anytime soon. Now, in my defense, she only gets it when she’s going to sleep and puts it “night-night” when she gets up. Baby steps, folks, baby steps. If all goes well, we’ll be rid of the pacifier before she’s Suri Cruise’s age.

5. When I have kids, I won’t let them go out in public looking like Pig Pen from The Peanuts.

Let me just start by saying, my kids bathe when I can force them to regularly. But there have been times when we’ve had to make a quick trip somewhere when they look, well, like chimney sweeps. It’s not a habit of mine but a mom’s gotta do what a mom’s gotta do. You know what I’m talking about—light layer of dirt smudges on their cheeks, smell of a puppy dog and have Supermarket Feet.*

(*feet that are dirty on the bottom like they walked around the supermarket without shoes.)

6. When I have kids, I’m going to breastfeed/pump exclusively for the first year.
I have to say, this one was heartbreaking for me. I had every intention of following through. I stockpiled bags in my freezer and pumped three times a day at work (in a supply closet) so she could have bottled breast milk while I was at the office.

But AH was tiny and at her eight month checkup her pediatrician recommended we start supplementing with formula (gasp!) to help her gain weight. Formula seemed like a dirty word to me and I was so determined to reach the goal I had set for us. So, there I was, crying my eyes out in Target, reading every organic formula label I could find. The next day, AH had her first bottle of formula and guess what happened? NOTHING! She lived through it! And we continued to breastfeed as usual only adding the formula in once or twice a day as extra feedings. She didn’t put on much weight like the doctor hoped she would; she’s just going to be a small little girl. But we did make it past the one year breastfeeding milestone, 13 months and five days, to be exact. And yes those five days are worth mentioning.

I’m sure I could come up with a longer list and I’ll probably think of a few as soon as I post this entry. Never say never is so cliché but in my case, so true. You can try and plan what you’d do as a mother, and even stick to most of it. But I’m willing to bet there isn’t a mom out there who has stuck with all the dos and don’ts they set for themselves pre-mommy hood.

But I’m curious, what did you swear you would/wouldn’t do as a mom and how has that changed after you had kids?

>Where does the time go?

>This weekend my AH celebrated her second birthday.

It seems like yesterday I was staring into her screaming pink face with tears in my eyes experiencing love at first sight.

She was beautiful, almost bald and looked just like her daddy.

And now my baby is not such a baby anymore.

I replay the last 24 months in my mind like pictures on a movie roll set to The Wonder Years theme song. It has gone by so fast, too fast.

I take pictures constantly and I’ve almost convinced myself if I can capture time on film, then maybe I can make it stop. Like I can freeze time in an image and keep her little and safe and close to me forever.

Of course I want her to grow up and have dreams and serve God and have babies of her own one day. But it all just seems to be passing so fast.

It has been amazing to watch her change and learn and develop her own not-so-little personality. She’s not super girlie; she loves baby dolls, shoes AND Thomas the Tank Engine and Legos. She likes to snuggle and read. She’s strong willed, which I like to call “passionate,” about what she likes and what she doesn’t. She’s a sweetheart and a firecracker all at the same time.

It is an honor to be her mother and I am eternally grateful God blessed me with such a miraculous gift.


>An evening with all my babies:

>Dinner, laughter, loud, talked highs/lows of our day, more laughter, sibling wrestling, toddler artwork, “we write on paper, not people,” more giggles, hugs, kisses and sweet dreams…

What a wonderful way to end the day 🙂

Grocery Store Diaries…

>Ok moms, we’ve all been there (and if you say you haven’t, no one believes you)… That awkward moment in the grocery store when total strangers look at you in anticipation of your next move. You just said the two letter word (No!) that can turn your little cherub into Veruca Salt in .5 seconds flat. Your kid is on the brink of a Supermarket Meltdown and your response could make or break the situation. The tiny human in front of you is trying to call your bluff and all eyes are on you. Do you cave and make baby happy or do you stand firm and show baby who’s boss?

The thing is, it’s really a lose/lose situation. Because no matter what you do, the spectators are going to make snap judgements about your parenting skills, or what they deem to be lack thereof. If you cave, then your parenting is suddenly to blame for this behavior and the kid “needs discipline.” If you stand your ground, they look at you with contempt because now they have to listen to your kid howl through the aisles while they pray she will just shut up. Others just seem glad to have the free entertainment. They’ll make wagers on how long you’ll last in the express lane before giving up and walking out of the store empty handed to avoid a Screamer on Aisle 4. Some will whisper while gawking at you and others will make no attempt to hide their disdain for how you handled-or didn’t handle-the situation.

This used to bother me. But now I just look at it like this; unless they’re buying my groceries, it doesn’t matter what they think of my Mommy-isms behind the buggy. You see, folks, it’s all about balance for me…which means if I give in and open the carton of Goldfish before checking out, my toddler’s tush remains seated with hands and feet inside the grocery vehicle at all times. Everybody wins; baby is happy shoving fists of crackers in her mouth, mom’s happy to avoid theatrics and get the shopping done. Sorry spectators, nothing to see here.