Every night before I go to sleep I peak in the kid’s rooms. Mostly this ritual started because Gigi sleeps in a toddler bed now, and had a habit of falling asleep in her reading chair or on the floor. Of course if I was up checking on her I had to check on Zeke too. Even though Gigi seems to have grown out of falling asleep on the floor (not before I got some great pictures, don’t worry!), I still like to check on them before I climb into our bed. Sleeping babies and toddlers look so sweet and perfect, it kind of relaxes me to see them so peaceful.
Gigi’s door tends to stick when I close it, usually it doesn’t wake her up. Last night as I left Gigi’s room and made my way to Zeke’s door I heard it, the scream. She was awake. I quickly checked on Zeke then made my way back to her, hoping to calm her down in time to avoid a meltdown. Too late.
“Happiness comes from… some curious adjustment to life.”
A little over two months ago we added a gorgeous little man to our family. Zeke arrived in this world two days before Thanksgiving as the sweetest little cherry on top of a crazy year. We spent the holidays snuggling and soaking up every ounce of love around us that we could. We saw family, had visitors, went to holiday parties – it was a fun little blur of togetherness I’ll never forget.
Amidst all the goodness, reality quickly set in for Scott and I. We have two kids now. Two! What were we thinking? We started saying “the kids are sleeping” or “we have to get the kids ready.” Kids. With a ‘S’. Because we have more than one kid, we have two kids. It was kind of unbelievable because I was sure I was going to be pregnant forever (I’ll explore that idea in another post), but we really had two kids. Continue reading
Each of us has a fire in our hearts for something. It’s our goal in life to find it and to keep it lit. -Mary Lou Retton
If you read my last post Take Care of Yourself you know that I have made a commitment to, as the title suggests, taking better care of myself. I’ve gotten off to an okay start. I’m not exactly cooking veggie filled gourmet meals every day, but I’m getting better. The biggest thing I’d say I’ve done is taking time out for myself and returning to the things I loved to do before my daughter was born. Specifically yoga & meditation.
Before I got pregnant I had a wonderful job at a yoga studio, which led me to attend and complete an even more wonderful Yoga Teacher Training (YTT). I taught for a few months before I found out I was pregnant and plans changed.
Hello out there, I haven’t posted in almost two months! I had mentioned previously I was taking time to be with my family and I’m happy to say it was well worth it. My husband has been at his dream job for a little over a month now, and I couldn’t be prouder of him. The strength and determination that man embodies is something to be admired that’s for sure.
Even though I brainstorm blog posts in my mind, usually while I’m trying to fall asleep, I couldn’t decide what would be a good topic for me to write about as I get back into the swing of things. I looked over some of my old ideas and came across the words “Take Care of Yourself”. Seeing as it is the beginning of a new year and being healthy and happy is at the forefront of my mind, taking care of myself seems like the perfect way to kick off 2015 on ohmMother. Continue reading
“I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more.” – Chief Joseph
Last night I checked my Facebook around 9 PM and read an update from a friend regarding looting, and another update expressing concern for the police. I immediately understood I was missing a major breaking news story and turned on CNN. All eyes were on Ferguson.
I started watching the news after the verdict announcement was made, and just before the real rioting started. I watched the crowds get tear gassed, I watched the flash bangs. I watched people running in fear. Every reporter was visibly shaken, it was impossible to be calm. Cars were on fire, buildings were on fire. I was in tears watching the scene unfold and I wasn’t even there. The violence and anger were real, and I could feel it.
I went back to Facebook and saw even more updates on Ferguson. Mostly people’s opinions on the matter. And they were angry. SO angry. People judging and cursing the protesters. Other people judging and cursing the people judging and cursing the protesters. Posting articles that proved only their opinion was right. Sharing pictures and memes attacking the ‘other’ side’s view point. The violence and anger were real, and I could feel it.
When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.
― Seán O’Casey
I haven’t written a new blog in a while. Sometimes it is just hard to be inspired. The day-to-day tasks of life can make a week, or even a month go by before you know it. The truth is, day-to-day life isn’t the only thing influencing my lack of inspiration.
When I originally started this blog I was attempting to share the lessons I was learning from the crazy adventure of motherhood. Motherhood is typically brought on with the help of another person. More often than not that person is your chosen partner in life, at least in my case it is. You and your partner are (usually) in love, in a committed relationship and going through the ups and downs of life together. Which brings me to my reason for finally posting, I’m sharing a lesson I’ve learned on love.
I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do. – Edward Everett Hale
I have been writing this post for a few weeks it seems. Well, technically I wasn’t writing anything down, it was all in my head. But I’ve had the intention of writing this post for weeks, that much I know. I just haven’t had the energy, the inspiration or the desire to actually sit down and get this all out. Tonight my house is quiet, I’ve made myself a cup of chamomile tea and I’m getting to work.
You see, Gigi is starting the teething phase. And while I can’t exactly blame Gigi teething for my lack of posting, it is definitely a contributor. All my energy was going to trying to help her feel better. I tried almost every ‘remedy’ I could find. Tylenol and those dissolving teething pellets didn’t seem to make much of a difference. Out of all the chewy teether thingies I bought her, I’ve narrowed it down to the two she loves the most. Sophie the giraffe is a regular in the rotation obviously. I even ordered her one of those amber necklaces (with a matching bracelet for me of course) in a moment of despair.
“And as ridiculous as it may sound, sometimes all any of us needs in life is for someone to hold our hand and walk next to us.” James Frey
I’ve always been a fiercely independent person. My mom jokes that my first sentence was, “I can do it myself!” There is no turning back once I make my mind up about something. That’s exactly why when I got pregnant I knew I was going to breastfeed; there was no other option.
I’m happy to say that I am successfully breastfeeding. But I wasn’t a success story over night. In fact it took a lot of nights and a lot of support.
Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen – that stillness becomes a radiance. Morgan Freeman
My husband is on a business trip. He takes a lot of business trips, but this one is a longer one than usual. I decided it would be the perfect time to visit my family in the suburbs, so Gigi and I are staying at my mom’s (aka Granny’s) house.
Gigi adjusted to her new surroundings pretty well. It seems as long as this girl gets her naps in she’s a pretty happy baby. She is also in that glorious stage where she sleeps in till about eight or nine o’clock and it is wonderful.
Except this morning. Today she had other plans for us.
We can always choose to perceive things differently. We can focus on what’s wrong in our life, or we can focus on what’s right. – Marianne Williamson
Earlier I wrote about how change is inevitable, and how we need to let go of how things used to be. But what can we do to enjoy the now?
Being able to take care of my daughter is one of the greatest joys in my life. From the moment she came into this world I have loved being her mommy. I feel a connection with her that is so great, and so real it is almost impossible to explain.
I felt pretty confident in my ability to take care of her soon after she was born, and for that I am grateful. As most moms do, I studied her. I learned what she liked and didn’t like. I noticed what position she felt most comfortable in when I held her. Whether she liked rocking, or bouncing. Singing or talking.
I’ve heard moms connect with their babies instantly because they’ve been carrying them around forever. And for dads it’s not as easy. So I tried my best to give my husband advice.