Month: October 2015

When Did You Start Drinking Coffee?

coffeeHave you always been a coffee drinker? I’ve always wanted to be, but didn’t actually start until after our third baby was born and didn’t become addicted until after I had the twins 3+ years ago. To tell the truth, I had a very bad habit of drinking a cold Diet Dr. Pepper every morning for years. Then, in the groggy days of having a newborn, a three-year-old and a four-year-old, I added coffee along to the mix. Can you say nervous jitters?!
I finally broke the diet drink habit (well, only in the mornings) and am now a full-fledged a.m. coffee drinker. I’m pretty sure I drink more than the recommended dosage. (Usually, it’s two of these big cups–my favorites from Target.) And, I will one day mature into a black coffee consumer, but for now, I’m a pumpkin spice (or vanilla, depending on the season) creamer kind of girl.
What about you? When did you start drinking coffee?
(And, how much do you really drink?)

While I Blog. . .

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I told you guys from the start that this “side blog” thing might be a little sporadic. I have some set time each week that I work on my design blog, but this one is just as I can. I’ll usually just pull up my drafts and write a little here and there or just jot down a quick “mommy thought” that I want to share with you later.
Last week, I thought I had a few minutes to write while the twins were consumed with the Bubble Guppies so I sat down at the desk in my bedroom. Within two minutes, I suddenly found myself getting an ambush makeover as I was typing. I thought I’d snap a few “selfies” of the process for those of you who have asked, “how do you find time to write two blogs?”. Well, now you know the answer. . . I don’t.

The Breather Years

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I recently heard a mom (of grown children) refer to the ages between eight and twelve as “the breather years.” With our oldest being eleven and our youngest (two) being three, I feel like I’m experiencing several phases at once. I am loving that I’m able to have real conversations with my older kids and that they get my humor. (At least someone does. . .) But, finding time to sit down with them when someone else isn’t clamoring to get my attention (or needs some juice or bathroom assistance or new underwear) is a challenge.
I caught myself thinking the other day that “when the twins are eight, we’ll all be able to finally have normal conversations.” Then, it hit me that my oldest will then be 16 and probably off with his friends, driving(!) in an actual car and might not want to talk to me at all. . . So, I’m vowing to try harder to sit down with my oldest kids after the others go to bed and do whatever it is they’re doing (which is watching The Voice, as of late). But, trying to soak up every age when there are so many different ages is something I’m trying to figure out.
What age has been your favorite with your kids so far?
(Tell me it’s the teenage years. Please.)
And, if you have several kids, how do you enjoy all phases at the same time?And, finally, if my kids are spaced out over an eight-year period, when exactly does that mean I get my breather? By my calculations, it’s somewhere around 2030. . .

A Letter To Myself 11 Years Ago Today. . .

Today is officially my 11th mom-iversary. Or, my oldest baby’s eleventh birthday. The day life changed as we knew it. The day I became a mommy.
I was beyond excited, shocked that he was really ours, amazed that giving birth wasn’t nearly as terrible as I thought (my ultimate fear growing up!), and a nervous wreck that I would somehow break him.

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If it were possible to send a letter back in time, this is what I would write to my 27-year-old self now that I have a little experience under my belt:
Dear Brand New Mommy,
Yes, this is really happening. Your life has forever changed–in the best way possible.
Believe it or not, you’ll soon be able to change a dirty diaper while eating your breakfast, and cleaning out someone else’s nose will become something you don’t give a second thought to.
There is no way to tell you how wonderfully sweet this blessing will be to you and how much more you will love him every day.
In just a matter of a couple of years, this little babe will enter toddlerhood and will frustrate you (although impossible to imagine) and overjoy you all at once.
Be kind to yourself. You don’t have to do everything perfectly. Nobody is looking at you to fail.
It’s okay to have mommy meltdowns and to want time alone.
Although, going to the bathroom alone will become a thing of rarity. Be prepared. There are no bathroom breaks with this job.
Breastfeeding is hard. Don’t let the lactation specialists tell you otherwise. Don’t do something out of guilt. Do what works best for your family.
Your stomach will not always look like this. It will get better. You will fit into your clothes again–but not next week.
If someone offers to help, it’s because they want to. So, say yes. Or, say no–if you’re not up for company. That’s okay, too.
You are the mom. You can change formulas, food, diapers, etc., without permission from your pediatrician. God entrusted you with this baby, so trust yourself.
Crying babies are not necessarily colicky. Take other people’s advice (for fussing, for teething, for gas pains, etc.) with a grain of salt. You will know your baby better than anyone else.
Even if you don’t leave the house, get dressed and put on some makeup at least every few days. If that’s too much to ask, just putting on a clean t-shirt (free of snot and spit-up) can make you feel like a new woman.
It’s okay to call your mom and cry over the phone just because you’re so tired.
You might want to start drinking coffee now. You’ll learn to like/love it.
Count your blessings that you have a husband who changes diapers and bathes and feeds the baby. Not every daddy does.
Don’t be afraid to put the baby in the car and go places. You will figure it out moment by moment. It’s not as hard as you’re imagining it to be.
Rocking him and staring at his face while he sleeps is a good use of your time–no matter how much laundry is piled up.
And, yes, he’s the most beautiful baby ever born. (They always are.)
Now, go take a nap. You’ve got years of baby blessings ahead. . .