Things have been a bit "heavy" around here lately so I thought I would try to lighten things up a bit ;)
By the way, the lack of pictures lately is not an intentional thing, it is a "my computer is almost 5 years old and it's slowly dying" thing. Technically, I could still be posting them, it just takes forever and I don't have the patience for it currently. Soon enough, I will have a new computer. Seriously.
Jade is going through such a fun stage lately. She has the ability to push my buttons like no other, but she can also make me laugh faster than anyone else. I have a feeling that's normal for a two-year-old.
We have her signed up for gymnastics right now and honestly it's fairly hilarious. We signed her up because she is SO clumsy and couldn't even jump before this class. She can now jump, but it's still funny to watch her next to the other kids, who were all signed up because their parents couldn't get them to STOP jumping. But she has fun, and that's what counts. I figure if she's still scared of half the stuff after another 9-week session, we'll switch her over to dance classes- which don't have a scary pit of foam that my kid will not slide into.
Piper is crawling everywhere QUICKLY and has started to stand on her own more and more. She keeps giving me this evil little grin that says "I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna walk" and then she sits back down.
Jade is still obsessed with Mickey. You think she'd get sick of it eventually, but she's not there yet. She watches it every day.
Piper has started doing this ridiculous thing while she's nursing that consists of her trying to put HER foot in MY mouth. She finds it hilarious.
We are working on potty training with Jade and can I just say that it's truly not any fun? I mean, not that I expected it to be, but now my suspicions are confirmed.
I am beyond sick of politics and the mean side it brings out in people.
We had some 9-month pictures taken of Piper at Penney's and they are SO CUTE. It's so funny how different Jade and Piper are because I distinctly remember crying after Jade's 9-month pictures because we couldn't get her to smile and Piper was just a little ham.
I still cannot park in our garage. Sometimes this makes me feel like a failure.
Chuck has started flying again, which is great (he's a happier person when he flies) but the schedule can truly be brutal. Gotta get used to doing solo bedtime again.
I finally set a date for Piper's birthday party. Now I just have to plan it. And, ya know, execute that plan.
I am now one of the leaders of my babywearing group and am working on becoming a certified babywearing educator. I'm excited!
We have found a new church home. But it doesn't feel like home yet, still working on that.
My mother in law is amazing and is taking some vacation from work and coming to visit soon to give me a little time to refresh.
I am addicted to sweet tea. And coffee. Both good for me.
I haven't run in 2 weeks, which is driving me crazy, but giving me a lot of time with my kids. Gotta work on finding that balance now... as if it actually exists.
My dogs are driving me crazy. Chewing things, misbehaving, etc. And the thing is: it's not their fault. I simply don't have the time to exercise them and give them what they need. If Chuck doesn't start walking them before work, they might disappear in the middle of the night sometime. Just joking. Mostly.
Jade has started a Mother's Day Out program once a week and is doing really well and enjoying it.
I miss my family and cannot wait to go home for Christmas. Chuck and I are also doing a little getaway while we're over there *just the two of us*. I'm nervous about leaving Piper, but excited as well.
And I think that's enough randomness for now.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Discontentment
"I have learned the secret to be content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want." Philippians 4:12
The last few weeks, God's been showing me a lot of things in my heart that aren't very pretty. A big one that's been in the spotlight is my discontentment. If I'm at home too much, I go stir crazy. When I go out with both kids, I wind up stressed and frustrated. When I run, I feel guilty. When I don't run, I feel lazy (and a little crazy). I'm angry that I can't just go out and buy a new computer because mine no longer really meets my "needs". I need a haircut, but I don't have a babysitter to watch the kids so that I can go get one. The list goes on and on.
One of my biggest issues currently is my wardrobe. It's no secret that pregnancy is not easy on the body. Or that before I got pregnant, I was in the Air Force. So a lot of my civilian clothes (which, you know, is all I wear now) are from college. Or even before. I graduated from college 6 years ago. I bought some clothes in Alaska, but not many everyday type things. I bought hiking clothes, running clothes, and stuff to wear to church. Too bad I don't go hiking too much these days and my church clothes no longer fit because my body has changed so much. I have 8 pairs of jeans in 4 different sizes, but my only pair of "regular" (ie: not skinny or dressy) jeans that currently fit have huge holes in the knees now from wearing them so much. I told Chuck yesterday that I either need to lose 5 more pounds or gain about 10, because then I would have some clothes to wear.
I was getting so angry trying to get ready for church yesterday. So, so angry. I changed clothes no less than 7 times and I was griping that I can't just go shopping. That even though we have money for me to go and buy a few things, it is so hard to find something that fits that I need a large chunk of time to do it and I never have a large chunk of time to myself. Then I was getting mad that I don't have someone that can watch the girls. And thinking of the people I know that live close to family and have no idea how lucky they are that they have people that they trust to watch their kids (normally for free!) whenever they want.
Honestly, I was grumpy for a while. On the way to church (in my dress and Converse tennis shoes...), dropping the girls off in the nursery, and while the service was starting. The worship band was starting to play and I was standing there sipping my coffee looking around at how nicely everyone else was dressed. At how everyone in this town can afford $200 boots and how they obviously had unlimited time to get ready because their hair and makeup was perfect and blah blah blah.
And then God said "woah". As in "woah, Erin, your heart looks dirty and nasty and you're supposed to be worshiping the God of the universe". And I realized that I was singing along with the worship band. Don't even know what I was singing, but I was singing as I was looking around jealous of everyone around me. And there is something very, very wrong with that. So I prayed, over and over again, that I would be able to focus on what's really important. On the worship of the Lord, not the worship of the world.
I would love to say that my heart was immediately transformed and that I no longer want a new pair of boots or jeans without holes or a haircut. But that's not the case. I am not nearly as awesome as Paul. I am not content no matter the situation. But I'm more aware that I need to be. Trying to focus on all of my blessings and not my wants. Trying to recognize that many of the things that I think I need are just wants.
So I'm going to try to focus on being thankful for what I have and stop griping about what I don't. Try to be content no matter the situation and circumstances I am in. And hopefully I'll start living and acting like the blessed person that I am.
The last few weeks, God's been showing me a lot of things in my heart that aren't very pretty. A big one that's been in the spotlight is my discontentment. If I'm at home too much, I go stir crazy. When I go out with both kids, I wind up stressed and frustrated. When I run, I feel guilty. When I don't run, I feel lazy (and a little crazy). I'm angry that I can't just go out and buy a new computer because mine no longer really meets my "needs". I need a haircut, but I don't have a babysitter to watch the kids so that I can go get one. The list goes on and on.
One of my biggest issues currently is my wardrobe. It's no secret that pregnancy is not easy on the body. Or that before I got pregnant, I was in the Air Force. So a lot of my civilian clothes (which, you know, is all I wear now) are from college. Or even before. I graduated from college 6 years ago. I bought some clothes in Alaska, but not many everyday type things. I bought hiking clothes, running clothes, and stuff to wear to church. Too bad I don't go hiking too much these days and my church clothes no longer fit because my body has changed so much. I have 8 pairs of jeans in 4 different sizes, but my only pair of "regular" (ie: not skinny or dressy) jeans that currently fit have huge holes in the knees now from wearing them so much. I told Chuck yesterday that I either need to lose 5 more pounds or gain about 10, because then I would have some clothes to wear.
I was getting so angry trying to get ready for church yesterday. So, so angry. I changed clothes no less than 7 times and I was griping that I can't just go shopping. That even though we have money for me to go and buy a few things, it is so hard to find something that fits that I need a large chunk of time to do it and I never have a large chunk of time to myself. Then I was getting mad that I don't have someone that can watch the girls. And thinking of the people I know that live close to family and have no idea how lucky they are that they have people that they trust to watch their kids (normally for free!) whenever they want.
Honestly, I was grumpy for a while. On the way to church (in my dress and Converse tennis shoes...), dropping the girls off in the nursery, and while the service was starting. The worship band was starting to play and I was standing there sipping my coffee looking around at how nicely everyone else was dressed. At how everyone in this town can afford $200 boots and how they obviously had unlimited time to get ready because their hair and makeup was perfect and blah blah blah.
And then God said "woah". As in "woah, Erin, your heart looks dirty and nasty and you're supposed to be worshiping the God of the universe". And I realized that I was singing along with the worship band. Don't even know what I was singing, but I was singing as I was looking around jealous of everyone around me. And there is something very, very wrong with that. So I prayed, over and over again, that I would be able to focus on what's really important. On the worship of the Lord, not the worship of the world.
I would love to say that my heart was immediately transformed and that I no longer want a new pair of boots or jeans without holes or a haircut. But that's not the case. I am not nearly as awesome as Paul. I am not content no matter the situation. But I'm more aware that I need to be. Trying to focus on all of my blessings and not my wants. Trying to recognize that many of the things that I think I need are just wants.
So I'm going to try to focus on being thankful for what I have and stop griping about what I don't. Try to be content no matter the situation and circumstances I am in. And hopefully I'll start living and acting like the blessed person that I am.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Rest- part 2
"Be still and know that I am God" Psalm 46:10
I really feel like that's what God's asking of me right now. Some days it's going ok, and some days it's... not. Last week, Chuck was home (yay!) and it was still a crazy, exhausting week that had me on my knees crying more than I would like to admit. Piper has been sick and grumpy, Jade has been not napping and grumpy and defiant (wonderful combination), and I've been trying to stay home?? I mean really, is this perfect timing? No. It's not.
One day last week, I was on the floor in my closet crying out to God that he was asking too much of me. If he wants me to slow down and reflect on Him more, couldn't He at least get my kids to stop NEEDING so much. I mean geez. And obviously now it seems ridiculous to even say that, but when you're trying to breastfeed a crying, sick baby and help your two-year-old wipe after going potty at the same time, it doesn't seem that ridiculous.
Sunday night was particularly bad. Jade woke up at 6 am that day and still didn't nap. By dinner time, she was a disaster. A disaster I tell you. She declared that she didn't want her dinner (no surprise there, pretty sure the kid eats dinner about one night a week). I said "ok, but you still have to sit here while everyone else eats". I'm not gonna force my kid to eat, but she is going to know that dinnertime does not equal playtime. Well she lost it. I told her that if she tried to get down one more time, she would be going to bed. She got down. Commence screaming for the next hour and a half.
An hour in, I went to Panera. Chuck could handle her from then on out and if I didn't leave, I was liable to kill someone. And let me tell you, there is nothing that will make you feel desperate if it's not sitting at Panera crying over your coffee and journal. I only got a few "what's her problem" looks from college students.
But ya know what? I think that's God's point with all of this. He wants me to be desperate. To not be able to take another step without asking for His help. To always remember that He is in charge and that even being at home with two "difficult" children is a blessing that I should be thankful for. It's a major paradigm shift in my thought process. I mean, of course I know that my kids are a blessing, but do I always act like that? Do they always feel like they are a blessing in my life? Probably not.
So this post doesn't have any nice conclusion. But that's life. I'm still in the trenches of all this. Still trying to figure out what God's trying to teach me and move forward in His will.
I really feel like that's what God's asking of me right now. Some days it's going ok, and some days it's... not. Last week, Chuck was home (yay!) and it was still a crazy, exhausting week that had me on my knees crying more than I would like to admit. Piper has been sick and grumpy, Jade has been not napping and grumpy and defiant (wonderful combination), and I've been trying to stay home?? I mean really, is this perfect timing? No. It's not.
One day last week, I was on the floor in my closet crying out to God that he was asking too much of me. If he wants me to slow down and reflect on Him more, couldn't He at least get my kids to stop NEEDING so much. I mean geez. And obviously now it seems ridiculous to even say that, but when you're trying to breastfeed a crying, sick baby and help your two-year-old wipe after going potty at the same time, it doesn't seem that ridiculous.
Sunday night was particularly bad. Jade woke up at 6 am that day and still didn't nap. By dinner time, she was a disaster. A disaster I tell you. She declared that she didn't want her dinner (no surprise there, pretty sure the kid eats dinner about one night a week). I said "ok, but you still have to sit here while everyone else eats". I'm not gonna force my kid to eat, but she is going to know that dinnertime does not equal playtime. Well she lost it. I told her that if she tried to get down one more time, she would be going to bed. She got down. Commence screaming for the next hour and a half.
An hour in, I went to Panera. Chuck could handle her from then on out and if I didn't leave, I was liable to kill someone. And let me tell you, there is nothing that will make you feel desperate if it's not sitting at Panera crying over your coffee and journal. I only got a few "what's her problem" looks from college students.
But ya know what? I think that's God's point with all of this. He wants me to be desperate. To not be able to take another step without asking for His help. To always remember that He is in charge and that even being at home with two "difficult" children is a blessing that I should be thankful for. It's a major paradigm shift in my thought process. I mean, of course I know that my kids are a blessing, but do I always act like that? Do they always feel like they are a blessing in my life? Probably not.
So this post doesn't have any nice conclusion. But that's life. I'm still in the trenches of all this. Still trying to figure out what God's trying to teach me and move forward in His will.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Sisters
Two months ago, if you had asked me if my girls looked alike I would have said "absolutely not. Jade looks like me and Piper looks like Chuck." Then I started to notice some things. Mainly, that Piper didn't look that much like Chuck. And then I started to look at old pictures of Jade. And let me just say, I was wrong. Very wrong. They look a LOT alike.
First, I just want to say that I know a lot of people think that Jade looks like Chuck. And while I'm not saying that she doesn't, I'm saying that she looks a lot like me and I don't think Chuck and I really look alike... so yeah. Not sure what that means, other than you can think what you want to think, but this is what I think :)
First, I just want to say that I know a lot of people think that Jade looks like Chuck. And while I'm not saying that she doesn't, I'm saying that she looks a lot like me and I don't think Chuck and I really look alike... so yeah. Not sure what that means, other than you can think what you want to think, but this is what I think :)
Their eyes and mouths are shaped a little differently, but sometimes Piper looks at me and I think "holy smokes, that's Jade." Chuck and I have started writing dates on the back of pictures... and realized that moving a lot will have advantages because if it's a baby in Oklahoma, it's Piper... if it's a baby in Virginia, it's Jade. That'll help :)
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Rest
It's amazing to me that we always think that we know what is best for us, when really God knows what's best for us and sometimes we're so blind and stupid that in order for Him to show us what we need to do, He has to whack us upside the head.
Or in my case, let me listen to a certain 10-month-old scream for a mile on a run that I just had to take, despite the fact that both of my children were clearly tired and melting down before I left the house.
Now don't get me wrong, I am NOT saying that running when you have kids is bad. In fact, I give running a huge amount of credit towards my mostly-sane state. I'm not even saying that you shouldn't run when your kids are grumpy, because I often run simply *because* my kids are grumpy. I'm simply saying that when the Holy Spirit is prodding your spirit, maybe you should listen. Go figure.
We're doing a bit of potty training and sleep training in these parts. Piper's night wakings were so inconsistent that we *knew* she was capable of sleeping for longer stretches, so Chuck is working with her at night (gently, for the record- never gonna be a fan of cry-it-out). Jade is quite possibly ready to be completely potty trained and I haven't even tried before now because our lives have just been too chaotic. The "problem" with both of these things is that they require a lot of consistency and a bit of a routine. Piper has very rarely had a morning nap at home in her crib because I can't stand sitting at home all day long and that's what I would wind up doing if I let her take a morning nap because morning nap would run into lunch which would run into Jade's nap.
Up until now, that's been working fine. And probably will be fine again in the future. But right now, with us trying to teach her how to sleep and when to sleep it would probably be helpful if I wasn't carting her all over town for a run and errands each morning. And Jade? Well, I haven't been willing to attempt potty training on the go yet, so she's been about half (more so?) in diapers and half in underwear and I *know* that potty training is going to take longer this way.
I kept telling people "if I had to stay at home all the time for potty training I would go crazy!"
And then it occurred to me, yesterday on my run in fact, that maybe that's a problem. Staying home for a week with only myself and my kids for company should not be the end of the world. I'm sure that for some people it would actually be a welcome break. But ya see, my mind can be a scary place. I've always had issues with over-analyzing everything and then spiraling into a depression that I have a difficult time digging myself out of. But I'm 28 folks... when am I going to be able to move past that? When am I going to be able to spend a day at home in my jammies and not think "oh no, I wasn't productive today, I must be getting depressed again, should I go back on medication?"
I mean really, doesn't that just sound a bit crazy?
So really, I don't know the answer. But I feel the Lord urging me to slow down, to take the time to really invest in my kids and to find other ways to maintain my sanity. I can still run in the late afternoon after the kiddos have napped (lots of crock pot meals in our future...) for a while until we get this sleep thing figured out. I can do my grocery shopping after bedtime because (for the time being at least) my husband will be home every night. So I'll still get out, which is good. But I am going to resist the urge to run in the mornings and take a cue from the falling leaves and cool(er) weather and slow down a bit. Stay home with my kids and pour into them what they need right now. I won't lie, it won't be easy for me, but I believe it will force me to turn to the Father to pour into me, so that I can pour into them. To stop relying on myself to be able to do everything and to recognize that God's word can help me to feel free even when I might be "trapped" inside my house.
We'll see how it goes :)
Or in my case, let me listen to a certain 10-month-old scream for a mile on a run that I just had to take, despite the fact that both of my children were clearly tired and melting down before I left the house.
Now don't get me wrong, I am NOT saying that running when you have kids is bad. In fact, I give running a huge amount of credit towards my mostly-sane state. I'm not even saying that you shouldn't run when your kids are grumpy, because I often run simply *because* my kids are grumpy. I'm simply saying that when the Holy Spirit is prodding your spirit, maybe you should listen. Go figure.
We're doing a bit of potty training and sleep training in these parts. Piper's night wakings were so inconsistent that we *knew* she was capable of sleeping for longer stretches, so Chuck is working with her at night (gently, for the record- never gonna be a fan of cry-it-out). Jade is quite possibly ready to be completely potty trained and I haven't even tried before now because our lives have just been too chaotic. The "problem" with both of these things is that they require a lot of consistency and a bit of a routine. Piper has very rarely had a morning nap at home in her crib because I can't stand sitting at home all day long and that's what I would wind up doing if I let her take a morning nap because morning nap would run into lunch which would run into Jade's nap.
Up until now, that's been working fine. And probably will be fine again in the future. But right now, with us trying to teach her how to sleep and when to sleep it would probably be helpful if I wasn't carting her all over town for a run and errands each morning. And Jade? Well, I haven't been willing to attempt potty training on the go yet, so she's been about half (more so?) in diapers and half in underwear and I *know* that potty training is going to take longer this way.
I kept telling people "if I had to stay at home all the time for potty training I would go crazy!"
And then it occurred to me, yesterday on my run in fact, that maybe that's a problem. Staying home for a week with only myself and my kids for company should not be the end of the world. I'm sure that for some people it would actually be a welcome break. But ya see, my mind can be a scary place. I've always had issues with over-analyzing everything and then spiraling into a depression that I have a difficult time digging myself out of. But I'm 28 folks... when am I going to be able to move past that? When am I going to be able to spend a day at home in my jammies and not think "oh no, I wasn't productive today, I must be getting depressed again, should I go back on medication?"
I mean really, doesn't that just sound a bit crazy?
So really, I don't know the answer. But I feel the Lord urging me to slow down, to take the time to really invest in my kids and to find other ways to maintain my sanity. I can still run in the late afternoon after the kiddos have napped (lots of crock pot meals in our future...) for a while until we get this sleep thing figured out. I can do my grocery shopping after bedtime because (for the time being at least) my husband will be home every night. So I'll still get out, which is good. But I am going to resist the urge to run in the mornings and take a cue from the falling leaves and cool(er) weather and slow down a bit. Stay home with my kids and pour into them what they need right now. I won't lie, it won't be easy for me, but I believe it will force me to turn to the Father to pour into me, so that I can pour into them. To stop relying on myself to be able to do everything and to recognize that God's word can help me to feel free even when I might be "trapped" inside my house.
We'll see how it goes :)
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Piper grows up- 10 months
Piper-girl,
Mama is sad that I never wrote your 9-month letter OR took your 9-month pictures. Please know that I do love you. Really. It's just this whole moving with two kids thing has been a bit time-consuming
You are doing so well and are becoming such a fun little person. You are crawling everywhere and exploring. You pull up constantly and are starting to let go and stand on your own more and more. You started clapping this month and think it's so much fun. You've also waved a couple times, although not consistently.
You talk *all* the time, although you're not speaking real words yet. The only time when I think you might be actually saying "mama" is when you're crawling around the house saying it. I *think* you're looking for me. However, you have yet to say "mama" while looking at me, so for now I'm just saying that you're not talking yet. You do however make tons of noises. Loudly. I don't know if you're just trying to remind us that you're here or what, but man you are loud. It's hilarious. Your laugh is also priceless... a deep little cackle. Your sister still gets you to laugh the easiest, but you laugh for mama and daddy sometimes too :)
We got the dogs back this month and they are proving to be just as enthralling to you as they were to your sister. They are both so patient with you as you poke their eyes, pull their ears, and crawl all over them. We're working on gentle touch, but we're still working on that with your sister so I suppose it'll come with time!
You have gotten a LOT of teeth. You now have 7 and I know number 8 will be here soon. That's made for some rough nights and cranky days, but things seem to be getting better.
You're learning how to use a cup and still nurse throughout the day and a few times at night, although we're trying to cut the night time feedings down to one. I couldn't tell you how often you nurse, but you're a much bigger nurser than your sister ever was- which honestly, I love. You love eating, but are already proving to be a bit pickier than your sister was at this point. I officially have 2 fruit eaters on my hands, but neither one of you will touch a vegetable. I'm choosing not to worry about it. You devour pretty much everything else we give you. We did discover that you're allergic to eggs, but thankfully it's just when they're by themselves, not when they're cooked into things. Hopefully you'll outgrow that!
You love your daddy. I mean love. One day when he came through the front door, I honestly thought I was going to drop you because you FLUNG yourself out of my arms to him. I nurse you at night and then say Jade's bedtime prayer with her and daddy sings to you. You calm down much faster for him than you do for me :)
We've been babywearing bunches in the last couple months. As long as I'm moving, you're pretty happy and apparently smile at pretty much everyone we pass.
We've been running most every day and although you're not too happy with me when I make you get out of your carseat (thus limiting your morning nap to about 10 minutes) you're happy while I'm running and like to play at the playground with your sister afterwards. You LOVE to swing.
Mama loves you so much and I can't believe how close you're getting to being one!
Lots of kisses,
Mama
9-month stats:
weight- 17 lbs, 2 ozs- 20%
height- 25.5 in- 3%
head- 43.5 cm- 30%
proving once again that I have no idea what a big baby is
Mama is sad that I never wrote your 9-month letter OR took your 9-month pictures. Please know that I do love you. Really. It's just this whole moving with two kids thing has been a bit time-consuming
You are doing so well and are becoming such a fun little person. You are crawling everywhere and exploring. You pull up constantly and are starting to let go and stand on your own more and more. You started clapping this month and think it's so much fun. You've also waved a couple times, although not consistently.
You talk *all* the time, although you're not speaking real words yet. The only time when I think you might be actually saying "mama" is when you're crawling around the house saying it. I *think* you're looking for me. However, you have yet to say "mama" while looking at me, so for now I'm just saying that you're not talking yet. You do however make tons of noises. Loudly. I don't know if you're just trying to remind us that you're here or what, but man you are loud. It's hilarious. Your laugh is also priceless... a deep little cackle. Your sister still gets you to laugh the easiest, but you laugh for mama and daddy sometimes too :)
We got the dogs back this month and they are proving to be just as enthralling to you as they were to your sister. They are both so patient with you as you poke their eyes, pull their ears, and crawl all over them. We're working on gentle touch, but we're still working on that with your sister so I suppose it'll come with time!
You have gotten a LOT of teeth. You now have 7 and I know number 8 will be here soon. That's made for some rough nights and cranky days, but things seem to be getting better.
You're learning how to use a cup and still nurse throughout the day and a few times at night, although we're trying to cut the night time feedings down to one. I couldn't tell you how often you nurse, but you're a much bigger nurser than your sister ever was- which honestly, I love. You love eating, but are already proving to be a bit pickier than your sister was at this point. I officially have 2 fruit eaters on my hands, but neither one of you will touch a vegetable. I'm choosing not to worry about it. You devour pretty much everything else we give you. We did discover that you're allergic to eggs, but thankfully it's just when they're by themselves, not when they're cooked into things. Hopefully you'll outgrow that!
You love your daddy. I mean love. One day when he came through the front door, I honestly thought I was going to drop you because you FLUNG yourself out of my arms to him. I nurse you at night and then say Jade's bedtime prayer with her and daddy sings to you. You calm down much faster for him than you do for me :)
We've been babywearing bunches in the last couple months. As long as I'm moving, you're pretty happy and apparently smile at pretty much everyone we pass.
We've been running most every day and although you're not too happy with me when I make you get out of your carseat (thus limiting your morning nap to about 10 minutes) you're happy while I'm running and like to play at the playground with your sister afterwards. You LOVE to swing.
Mama loves you so much and I can't believe how close you're getting to being one!
Lots of kisses,
Mama
9-month stats:
weight- 17 lbs, 2 ozs- 20%
height- 25.5 in- 3%
head- 43.5 cm- 30%
proving once again that I have no idea what a big baby is
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Two months...
So it's been two months since I've posted. I never intended to take a break from blogging, but as life got crazy, priorities shifted and this fell off the bottom of the "to do" list. Honestly, I'm angry with myself about it. Despite (because of?) the crazy-ness of life, I always need to take time to sit back and reflect and this is one of my main methods of doing that.
Thankfully, I have been consistent with my other tried-and-true methods of staying sane and I have not, in fact, lost my mind completely as I have sworn I was about to do many, many times during this move.
Note to self: do *lots* of research before hiring a moving company. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
The house is slowly coming together. Sunday we actually unpacked all of our pictures and hung some of them up. I'd call that the finishing touches. If we could get the claims settled with the doofus moving company (oops, I said something else) and actually move the broken furniture out of the office area and get all that settled, I'd call us good to go. And the garage doesn't count as part of the house, in case you were wondering. Who needs to park in there anyways?
God has been faithful during this time of chaos. I stumbled across a new running partner at the playground and she's provided the very needed motivation to get out the door every morning and push 60 pounds for 2.5+ miles. He has sent a couple friends for Jade and it has stopped the "mama, where's Abigail?" questions I was getting multiple times a day. He is sending Chuck and I through quite the journey with our marriage (more on that to come- not quite ready to share), and directed our paths to a church on the day they started their series on restoring broken and struggling relationships. He is always good.
Now that I feel like things are settling a bit, I feel like I can renew my commitment to the blog and you guys will start to see me around consistently again. Piper's 10-month post will be tomorrow (please ignore the fact that she never had a 9-month post) and after that, I don't know what's coming. But that's all part of the fun.
Thankfully, I have been consistent with my other tried-and-true methods of staying sane and I have not, in fact, lost my mind completely as I have sworn I was about to do many, many times during this move.
Note to self: do *lots* of research before hiring a moving company. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
The house is slowly coming together. Sunday we actually unpacked all of our pictures and hung some of them up. I'd call that the finishing touches. If we could get the claims settled with the doofus moving company (oops, I said something else) and actually move the broken furniture out of the office area and get all that settled, I'd call us good to go. And the garage doesn't count as part of the house, in case you were wondering. Who needs to park in there anyways?
God has been faithful during this time of chaos. I stumbled across a new running partner at the playground and she's provided the very needed motivation to get out the door every morning and push 60 pounds for 2.5+ miles. He has sent a couple friends for Jade and it has stopped the "mama, where's Abigail?" questions I was getting multiple times a day. He is sending Chuck and I through quite the journey with our marriage (more on that to come- not quite ready to share), and directed our paths to a church on the day they started their series on restoring broken and struggling relationships. He is always good.
Now that I feel like things are settling a bit, I feel like I can renew my commitment to the blog and you guys will start to see me around consistently again. Piper's 10-month post will be tomorrow (please ignore the fact that she never had a 9-month post) and after that, I don't know what's coming. But that's all part of the fun.
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