I often get the question now, “So, is the transition to 2 harder or easier than 1?” In some ways, I feel like it’s a funny question. Like, of course taking care of 2 children (one being a child entering the terrible 2s) is more difficult than taking care of 1. When you add a child, no matter how many kids you have, you are adding another human being to take care of and keep alive! However, I am going to try and answer this question. Continue reading
It was about 4:00 in the afternoon on Wednesday, September 16th. I looked over at my sister who had been visiting since Monday and told her that something was up. I was feeling “different.” More crampy, but in an impending labor kind of way. Haha. Shortly after that, I started having mild contractions. Based on my last delivery, I knew that mild contractions didn’t necessarily mean anything and that this could go on for a few days. The contractions were consistent enough that I was pretty sure I was in early labor, and I knew I had a long night ahead of me. Because of the graciousness of God, I did sleep a little that evening in between contractions. I woke up pretty discouraged, but I had an appointment already that morning, so I was looking forward to that. Continue reading
Well, your baby sister is coming in about 4 weeks, give or take. I have no idea what to expect. I know the initial days will be long and hard and sleepless. But, overall, I’m not even sure what to expect. Not just because I will all of the sudden be a mommy to TWO of you, but also because all I have known is YOU. My spunky little boy.
My husband and I went on a weekend trip without our little sweetheart for the first time a few weekends ago. I brought my kindle and was able to crack open a book (that wasn’t a Christian self-help book OR a parenting book that is) for the first time since Logan was born. I chose “The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Berlin Olympics” by Daniel James Brown. Continue reading
For 7 years, summers were:
sleeping in until 9:00.
making coffee and eating cereal while watching Kelly and Michael.
afternoons spent babysitting a spunky girl by the pool.
reading. reading. and so much reading.
long summer evening walks with my husband, hand in hand, dreaming and laughing.
I was a teacher, so while the school year was intense, summers were blissful. School years were amazing in different ways. I loved what I did, and felt validated doing it. I got to act, direct, and teach. My schedule was packed with helping students, rehearsals, and still time to spend with my husband at home.
Why am I telling you all of this? Continue reading
As you may have seen from previous posts, I do better with schedules and plans. I also have to work to make sure that a ritual or a plan doesn’t become my master, but that it aids in my sanctification rather than tries to control it. For now, I have started a morning prayer that has blessed my heart tremendously. It has helped me in my days of worry or my particular struggles with health anxiety. You have every right to now ask:
What is this magic prayer? Continue reading
These days, it can feel like more of a competition than anything when naming your kid. We have all sorts of interesting and different names coming at us from Hollywood. There seems to be a push to be different. There is also a trend right now to look at family names and pick a name based on your genealogy. I love the idea of keeping names in the family. Generation after generation we *are* all family after all, aren’t we? Logan’s middle name is Dean and that is his grandpa’s (Pop’s) name and his daddy’s middle name. I was happy to keep it in the family, especially since Dean is such a good name! 😉 Continue reading