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The Babies are Worth It!

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They are worth it, mamas. In a recent post, I talked about how I have struggled with a lack of postpartum weight loss while nursing my little guy. (Read more about that here) I'm mentioning it again because I feel like its something that a lot of women struggle with. They are told that breastfeeding will help them shed the baby weight, but sometimes it just doesn't. Sometimes an excess of prolactin caused by breastfeeding is actually what hinders their weight loss. But mamas, those babies are so worth it.My son currently has a cold. He is wanting to nurse nonstop. It's a little frustrating (he was just starting to nurse a little less and use his sippy cup more!), but it also makes me stop and marvel at God's design. Do you know that your baby's saliva actually sends a message to your body that your baby is sick and your body customizes each feed to help that baby fight the sickness? It's so cool! And its no wonder that he naturally wants to nurse more often wh…

Moving Meltdowns

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It's been nearly three weeks since we moved houses...My conclusion:I never want to do this again.Moving sucks!There's a lot of grief that can be involved in moving. My family and I do not handle stress gracefully so I was fully expecting more stress fights and meltdowns than normal leading up to moving (and I was correct) but after moving I expected things to mellow out and "go back to normal" at least a little.And they have...Sort of.
But, it's different. Everything is different. Even moving just fifteen minutes away we've changed towns, parks, neighbors, local stores, and even a little bit of a different feel to things.The kids after the first week of craziness and unpacking seemed to settle in as we started back with normal daily tasks like homeschool and dad going back to work. I, however, haven't handle things as well.I've had meltdowns.A few of them.They seem to hit at the most inopportune time, when I'm trying to get somewhere, and then one …

One of the Crew

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Moving was a WHIRLWIND of activity and crazy. Of tears and goodbyes that were way harder than I anticipated (I literally wanted to sell our new house back to the previous owners and run home again). Of last minute rescues (thank you Lord and thank you Father-in-law for helping us get into our house 2 1/2 HOURS before we had to be out of our previous one). It was NUTS! It was hard! It was exhausting!
However, I absolutely loved getting to see so many people come around to help us through the process. My brother-in-laws coming the weekend before to help load the U-Haul. My husband's friend from work which I never had hung out with before joined in too. My cousin's husband and friend and my brother came to unload on moving day. My friend showed up and brought coffee and hung out while the guys did a stellar job of unpacking.It was sweet and rich and wonderful! So much love was poured out on us through our transition and I'll never forget it.Another part of the move that I want…

A Different Breed

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The other day we were driving down the road and my six year old (who loves to ask questions) said to me:
 "Mom, I don't understand. How can my cold sore be a virus and the coronavirus be a virus too? They aren't the same."
 After thinking for a moment, I responded.
"John, is Lucy a dog?"
"Yes."
"Is Maria a dog?" 
"Yes." 
"Are they the same?" 
"No! Lucy is a dachshund and Maria is a..." 
"A black lab. But they are both dogs, right? They are just different types of dogs." 
He was satisfied with my answer. Our conversation got me thinking about another conversation I recently had with a friend of mine. She told me that when we first met she was intimidated by me, and listed off some of the reasons why. I couldn't believe that she would find me intimidating! And for the reasons that she mentioned! Especially when my own insecurities are what had kept me from pursuing a frie…

Do Tough Stuff

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Life is Hard.Do Tough Stuff.Be strong.Suck it up and Deal with it.The struggle makes you stronger.Have you ever heard any of these statements before? Do you think they are true?
I grew up in a family of adventurers, so doing hard things and being strong was greatly encouraged. I remember as a preteen going out in the woods with my brothers and huddling under a piece of carpet in the rain to see how long we could stay warm. I remember rolling all the windows down on the chilly coast while wearing a tank top for the very same reason. I remember ignoring scrapes and counting bruises as "war wounds". Being tough and strong wasn't just encouraged, it was part of who we were.Fast forward to adulthood and a lot of that hasn't changed. I still absolutely delight in physical challenges, being tough and conquering something. I LOVE hiking more than anything because it reminds me so much of those fun, "tough" times as a kid and handling life's challenges with stren…

Nothing!

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You ever have those days where you don't even make it out of your pjs?I had one of those days. I slept terribly and had very little sleep by the time I crawled out of bed. I was drained and exhausted! I realized all the things on the list for the day, normal things like school, laundry, and going out, were simply not happening. I wasn't going to do ANYTHING!
I ended up staying in my pjs, because I just didn't want to get ready, and hanging out with the kids and doing random little projects around the house. At noon instead of grabbing something to eat for myself, I ended up cooking up some ground beef and having tacos with the kids. I eventually, around four, I think, got into the shower.As, I was thinking about this "Nothing Day" I realized that sometimes those nothing days are much more important than Productive Days.Sure, I didn't shower till 4pm, sure I didn't do school with my oldest, sure, I didn't do a lot of things I normally do but I did so mu…

Privileged

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Privileged.
This is a hot word right now. Lately I have been really thinking about how privileged I am. But not the noun version of the word so much. I've been thinking of the adjective definition. 

I've been thinking of how privileged (lucky, fortunate, special, I would add *blessed*) I am to be doing the work of motherhood. Changing dirty diapers is a privilege. Teaching young ones how to navigate and properly express their feelings (aka breaking up fights) is a privilege. Spending hours cooking and cleaning for my family is a privilege. Being the only one who can calm my baby, that is a privilege. There are many women who would kill to have the job that I have. Their arms ache for children. They would love to be able to complain about being up all night with their little one. Or having so much laundry to fold. To have the trouble of figuring out what to cook for their children would be a blessing for them, because currently their tables are empty. Being able to have children …

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