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Random motherhood ramblings

It’s safe to say that I lose count after about the 4 times a day that I have to yell at the girls to stop fighting. I also admit that when the baby comes to me crying about something Hannah did or Hannah comes running to tattle on something Livie did I stand there and half listen/half get angry. I know they will fight. It’s a rite of passage. And I guess it’s a rite of passage for me as mother to deal with their fighting. However, I’m not “that” kind of mom. I will never grab the 2 of them and sit them down and ask what the problem is, think of a fair solution, hug it out, and send them off to play. It’s just never going to happen. It’s more of a “Y’ALL KNOCK IT OFF RIGHT NOW!” kind of handling I do and I’m ok with that. It doesn’t fix anything but it actually usually does work.

So the fighting has increased the older Livie gets and the more she knows what she wants, who she is, and HOW she wants to play. It’s not just let-Hannah-decide kind of play like it used to be which results in Hannah getting mad because for 3 years she’s been the boss and Livie’s mad because she wants to be the boss. It all has my head spinning, let that be known.

Motherhood takes its toll on me a lot. The nights that The Man works late it’s not above me to send him a “when you get home, I’m running away” text from time to time. I’ve never actually ran away…but I’ve wanted to.

More than once.

I’m not really sure why I’m saying this all except to say that being a mom that doesn’t work has it’s own set of challenges different (and some alike) from putting in a 12 hour work day and THEN coming home and handling fighting kids. I’ve done both kinds of mothering now and I gotta say, neither one is easier than the other. I still want to run away some days. I still cry and feel defeated some days. Most days are good. Some can be insane. All are part of being a mother and I embrace them all, trying or not.

These constant arguments the girls have brought to me lately have definitely challenged me in new ways and I’ve learned that I am way more capable as a mother than I ever thought I’d be. Handling Hannah entering the tween years was the tip of the iceburg as I now I have an almost tween and a toddler who is losing more and more of the baby-ness about her and is gaining more and more independence and individual thoughts. Being a mom is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I realize that is one of the most cliche sentences ever written but it’s true. I’m 30 and I look back wondering how the heck I got here so fast. I’m no longer a young adult barely in her 20s with opinions that older adults wrote off as “immature” or “silly.” I don’t hear anyone tell me anymore “Just wait until you’re older and you’ll realize yadda yadda.” Instead I’m the one saying this to my younger sister or sister in law or cousins. A lot of growing up happens from 20 to 30. When I think about all that I’ve learned and how much I’ve grown as a mother in the past 9 years I’ve been one…well, it’s a lot. I think it’d be different if I became a mom at 30 and then looked back from 40…I feel like once you hit your 30s you’re pretty settled on WHO you are and HOW you’ll be in regards to life and its decisions. But from 20 to 30? SO different.

Maybe I’m the only person who feels this way?

I don’t know why I just typed this all out. Every now and then I start to ramble about something totally different than what I intended to post but it turns out to be something that I probably needed to get out and so there it is. Being a mother in my 30s is going to present many new challeges as I’ll be raising TWO teenage girls through them but I feel so much more grounded and solid in my beliefs and ideas as a mom and I feel like I’m way better equipped to handle it now than I was when I first held Hannah at the young age of 21.

Today as I broke up yet another fight between the girls as Livie cried to me and pointed to Hannah I remembered I took these on Friday.

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I still pray to God that my girls will always get along and have a strong sister relationship despite their age difference because there’s something about being siblings together as kids and growing up together in the same house with the same parents that bonds you. I may not be super close to my sisters but whenever one of them calls me and says “You know how such and such was back then” or “Rememeber when we did this and went there?” or “Remember when Mom said this and Dad said that?”  I can say “Yes! I totally remember that!” when no one else can because we’re sisters and we were together all the time. I want that for them…I want more for them actually.

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I literally pray about that for these two because it’s THAT important to me and really, anything that is important to me I try to pray about often. The life I have now? I prayed for it. That’s a whole other story meant for another day but yes, I pray my girls get along always and stay close and have inside jokes and take trips together and their kids be best friends. Big dreams, yes. Can they come true? Absolutely.

Instagram block:

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A long winded, all over the place post from me. How Monday-ish, huh?

 

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Stick a fork in me…

Cause I’m done.

There aren’t many words to sum in our Valentine’s Day. This year, pictures do it all.

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Livie and her cousin after school yesterday…

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Even a Valentine’s Day Instagram collage:

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See? Done.

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She turned 3

Saturday morning we woke up and I told The Man “Today is her last day to be 2.”

A simple statement but it meant a lot.

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If you’ve been reading my blog for a while you know how I am with birthdays. Even if we don’t do them up big, they’re still a big deal. Life is precious and the fact that my baby was about to be 3 years old meant a lot to me. I remember 3 with Hannah. It’s a big year. I’m so excited for it. A lot of change happens with 3 and I’m ready for it.

But, I was kind of sad to say bye to 2 too. 2 was a good, good year. We spent the day with our 2 year old getting ready for her to turn 3. Then yesterday came.

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The stage was set.

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I spent all day transforming my dining room into a Tangled paradise. This is the first year that Livie really understood what her birthday was and she spent all last week telling everyone that her “buthday pawty at Mama’s” was coming soon. She couldn’t wait to see her cake and open her presents. It was a big deal to her.

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I even spent some time getting the perfect outfit together for her. A Tangled ensemble. I will NOT humbly admit that I said about 3 times yesterday that I created such a beautiful outfit for her and she looked amazing. Thankfully I have people that know how to make awesome bows and amazing shirts for such occassions. How I’ll top this next year? Not quite sure. Side note: God knew what He was doing when he gave me girls. Once I started picking out decorations and creating this outfit and then actually putting up decorations and getting Liv dressed…I was SO in my element. There’s something about little girl decorations and little girl clothes…it’s just so special and dreamy….and SO me. Thank you Lord. Both of my girls’ frilly birthday parties and frilly outfits is what I pictured before I had kids…what I pictured I’d do with my daughters some day. Grateful He gave me daughters…

I digressed.

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Little stinker barely wanted to smile for pics or even take a picture with me. She didn’t nap long enough and wanted her Aunt Mimi so Aunt Mimi she got and I just worked around her crabbiness.

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But then she smiled…and never stopped.

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She blew out her candle 4 times. After the 1st time and hearing all of us say “YAY!!!” she said “I wanna try it again!” so we let her. 4 times.

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Instagram birthday party collage:

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It was a perfect day with a house full of family and friends and our baby girl who proudly turned 3 and loved her “buthday pawty”.

Instagram goodness from last week and earlier this past weekend:

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I will admit a few times I’ve considered not blogging anymore. But yesterday for a moment I thought about how Hannah had just turned 3 when I started this blog. That was a little over 6 years ago. Some of you have been with me since day 1 and I appreciate that. I’ve enjoyed watching your kids grow up…and it’s been a blessing to me to go back and watch my girls grow up all over again. I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry. I just wanted to share that little moment I had yesterday because like I said, life is precious. I’ve documented both of my girls’ lives on this blog…Livie since the day we found out we were pregnant with her. She’s 3 now and I’m slightly in denial about that. Then again, when am I NOT in denial about my girls getting older?

It’s gonna be a mundane, mostly at home, kind of week. We welcome it.

Happy 3rd birthday to our baby girl.

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Fear…and smiles

Know what feeling I hate?

Fear.

Fear sucks. So on Monday when Hannah didn’t get home from the bus at her usual time I began to panic as I very easily do. 10 minutes late. 15 minutes late. 18 minutes late. I walked around the block to make sure she wasn’t just talking to a friend around the corner. She wasn’t. I called the school to make sure she got on the bus. No answer. I emailed her teacher. She said she went with the other students to get on the bus. Finally another father looking for his daughter stopped me and that’s when I relaxed knowing that the bus was just late and it wasn’t just HER that didn’t get off the bus. She walked in the door 5 minutes later and relief swept over me. Hannah and I have had very hard times lately. Lots of arguments and grounding and “You’re mean, Mom”s have happened lately. As much as I complain about our rough patch that has lasted longer than I would like, there is nothing worse than worrying about your child unless something actually happens to them. I pray that is a feeling I’ll never feel. Worrying is bad enough and we’ve had our fair share of worrying this month.

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Turns out a kid puked on the bus and they had to get off til it was cleaned up.

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We had a good evening that evening without any arguing or bickering.

 

Livie is going to be 3 in 4 days.

THREE years old.

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Believe it or not, it’s hard for me to get a picture of her smiling. I practically have to jump on my head and talk like a ridiculous freak to get her to even crack a smile half the time for a picture. This was her trying her hardest to NOT smile for me because she wanted to watch TV instead of let me take a couple pictures of her.

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I caught her. A tiny grin. I have stared at this picture for a few minutes now. I love it. I love how innocent she still is. I love our days together. I love that she’s only 3…even if 3 seems so big to us.

But then I caught her laughing.

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Score.

Instagram!!!!!!:

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Birthday party recap coming Monday!

Enjoy the rest of your week.

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This weekend I loved…

Watching Livie eat ice cream. A simple thing, yes. But she loves her ice cream and there’s something about her face when she’s eating it that gets me every time. And after our whole hospital ordeal…well I appreciate anything that makes her smile a little more than before.

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Watching my girls play together. Lately it’s hit or miss with them but I spotted them out back talking and I didn’t want to interrupt the moment so I shot these through my kitchen window.

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Watching Livie’s newly perfected hobby: hanging off the chairs in the living room. I’ve told her 100 times that she’s going to fall and get hurt and all her obstinate “NO!”‘s have paid off. She’s mastered it and now I don’t worry about her doing it…that much.

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Seeing her excitement when one of my best friends from Ohio, Auntie Mo, sends her a new tutu and bow. She still has it on today, 24 hours later.

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Instagram break!

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Today I’m loving a boring, mundane, perfect day at home.

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Still in love with her profile and her serious face, by the way. Actually, I’m just in love with her face. Period.

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Progress has been made on the planning her party front too. The theme has been picked (Repunzel/Tangled) and the shirt I’m having made for her will be ready tomorrow. The rest is on a big to do list in my phone and slowly I’ll tackle it this week. Have a good week.

It’s Livie’s last one to be 2. We are gonna soak it up!

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The never ender

You know, I thought once we brought Livie home from the hospital last week things were going to be all uphill from there. Sure, we always have the normal worries or hassles like bills, homework, weather, etc… But sickness, especially when it’s your kids, is hard.

VERY hard.

So on Tuesday night when Livie spiked a fever of 101.6 I knew something was still wrong. She’s still coughing but it’s not nearly as bad as it was. Any time I ask her if anything hurts she just moans and doesn’t tell me what the problem is. I think since this whole being sick/things hurting stuff is new to her she doesn’t know how to convey that to us.

So back to the doctor AGAIN for us yesterday. I swear I paid someone’s salary with the amount of money I’ve spent on copays in the past month. The diagnosis THIS time? Ear infections. Turns out the infected left ear from before never got better and now the right one is infected too. Call me crazy but I was relieved to hear that. I knew that was easy to find and fix and wouldn’t requre extensive tests or poking or prodding and most of all, would not require the hospital. When I told Liv that we were going to the doctor again she told me ” I don’t want to go to the hospital.”

Kid won’t tell me what’s hurting but can tell me that whole sentence clear as day.

Doesn’t surprise me. She’s never followed the norm.

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It’s my most favorite thing about her. It’s why I don’t mind if she stays a baby for a little bit longer. I don’t mind if she keeps her paci for a bit longer if it means she’ll cuddle in my lap and fall asleep on me. I don’t mind if she keeps her diapers just a bit longer if it means she’ll tell me she’s Mama’s baby. She is my baby. My last baby and if it means I let her do “baby” things a little longer than most, I’m ok with that. I never understood rushing babies to grow up. Why do we HAVE to take their bottles at 1? Livie had hers til she was 2 1/2. Why do we HAVE to take their pacis? She still has hers. Why is potty training SO important by the time they’re 2 or 3? She’ll be 3 in 10 days and we are in no rush. These things affect no one but us and we’re ok with having her be a baby for bit longer. For the life of me I will never understand why people feel it’s their business how we raise our kids. But it kind of makes me laugh how much she talks and people tell me she seems so much older than almost 3 and yet she snuggles up in my lap with her blankie and paci. I like having the best of both worlds. Especially now with this never ending sickness.

Instagram awesomeness:

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Here I sit again, closing yet another blog post, hoping for a quiet weekend and week ahead. I’ve got a birthday party to plan for a almost 3 year old.

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Dear sickness, please be gone and stay gone!

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Monday random

Before I start the random photo awesomeness that was our weekend I have to point out that all day today I’ve been saying to myself “It’s been 1 week since the hospital. 1 week since I was told my baby needed surgery. 1 week since that nightmare.” I can’t help it. I’m always thinking in “it’s been 1 week…it’s been 1 month..it’s been 3 years since…” time frames. It’s programmed in me. I hate it and yet I do it with good times and bad. Anyway, it’s been 1 week since last Monday which was the worst day we’ve had in 7 years.

Also, we cleaned out our garage all day Saturday. It took 7 hours but I can now park my car in there which is pretty much amazing considering we could barely walk through it before. Side note: I hate cleaning garages. I also think my husband is a bit of a hoarder. I told him I was going to say that about him from now on and I’m pretty sure he rolled his eyes at me and shot me “that” look. Needless to say, it took all day and when we were done it felt awesome.

So the girls kept each other occupied while we took on that task and every now and then I’d take a break to take pictures of them. Hannah did her usual dodge the camera move when she could and sadly Livie usually follows suit. I couldn’t help but follow her around though in hopes of getting good pictures of her because after the whole ordeal last week I just want a million pictures of her smiling and happy…the way she usually is.

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It’s like she knew…and she delivered.

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We went to a birthday party yesterday and the goody bags had bubbles in them. My girls are freaks for bubbles. I try not to buy them often because we have to go outside and we get all sticky and there’s usually a giant mess. I need to get over that though because when they’re blowing bubbles they’re so happy.

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A couple pics I had to pull out from my Instagram collage because they’re fab.

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My Casetagram case has finally arrived after a LONG 4 week wait. I love it. It’s awesome and I get to look at the people I love the most all day. Can’t beat it.

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Y’all know I am a freak over coffee mugs. I like them oversized and with lips on them instead of a flat edge on top. I currently only have a couple mugs like this and only 1 I really use. I saw these today while grocery shopping and I had to buy them. Now I have 3 mugs I love and tomorrow morning I’ll have some decisions to make over which one I should use. Trust me. That IS a tough choice.

Instagram awesomeness:

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The weekend was great and came through the way I needed it to. Thinking this week may be more of the same.

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