I’m always a bit nostalgic around the New Year. I love new beginnings, fresh slates, setting goals, organizing my thoughts, and reflecting on the past. I tend to hope for better, but I realize that sometimes sets me up for disappointment when overall things seem to continue to be messy, as life often is. On the other hand, I’ve never regretted the times I focus instead on being thankful. That always provides me with a sense of wellness and gratitude for my circumstances. Likewise, my family just moved so we’ve been a little extra nostalgic about our Bay Area life as we settle into a new rhythm in SoCal.
I’ve been a big fan of Lara Casey’s goal planning. (Here’s part one for 2017.) Her steps are easy to follow and help me refocus on things actually worth my effort instead of the “shiny and new” things I tend to find through comparison.
I’m planning to join in “The Day and Night Dress Challenge” from elizabethmadethis.com. Still not sure on my designs, but it’ll be fun to work through my stash and see what I can come up with.
I’m grateful for the strangers that have become friends in this space, like Bad Mom, Good Mom and AfricanKelli (check out her new book!!!!) And I look forward to making some more.
Truths I’ve learned almost two and a half years in.
- The people that told me the days were long, but the years were short, were not actually full of it.
- For me, there is a sense of peace in solidarity. Just about everything my kiddo has done good or bad has been done before and people survived.
- I will in fact get sleep, at some point.
- The amount of help I get from my community is astounding and totally appreciated.
- If I get comfortable, things are sure to change. Embrace the change, that’s where I’ve seen my strengths pop out and I’ve learned the most from my kiddo.
- Be funny. It is so much more enjoyable than being stressed.
- Seasons come and go. Appreciate the one you are in because you will have much different experiences in the next one.
- Kiddo puke is gross. Milk puke is the worst. It still is funny, but probably only after the fact.
- Trust your mama gut. Even if you take your kid to the doctor to be told he has a cold. For him, it may be the worst/longest/most pathetic illness ever. Full of coughing until milk puke multiple times a day. Which is funny, but only after the fact.
- Don’t be proud, accept help.
What about you, what new truths have you learned lately?
One of the many very fun things about motherhood is instilling life lessons. Here’s our little man learning an important one.
All kidding aside, sometimes it feels like there are so many more parenting fails than wins. One recent win is teaching our kiddo that if it doesn’t work out the first time, we can always try again. It is so awesome to here him say that in his toddler voice and see his perseverance instead of object frustration.
We have been enjoying the talents in our family. An honorary Nana commissioned this lovely rocking llama for our monkey. He loves it and quickly learned to mount and dismount it by himself! Check out more work by our talented family at her shopbearandtiger.com website here. Please note the iphone images don’t do it justice! The image of the llama on her site was taken by Eric, but somehow he wasn’t able to send it to me to use. I see who comes first, or more realistically how incredibly busy he is right now–love you babe.
Also, the “bear” in the shop name refers to Baylor. And can I just say, after many near heart attacks, I was very proud of their win this last weekend. They’ve come a long, long, long way from the football team I cheered as a student ten *gasp I’m old* years ago.
Also, I might need to up my styling/blog look game after checking out those link!
This blog is, for me, a public journal of my adventures.
With my little one, I strive to enjoy the moments as I’m in them, but also keep a record of them because they are quickly forgotten. Taking photos, lots with my phone, and some with a nicer camera, and keeping a journal of snippets and stories, and what the days are like.
We’re finally culling all of the images into a photo book–yay for waiting for coupons. Here are a few gems and why I love them. If you scroll over them you get a partial caption–not really sure what is going on there.
Heading to the park, hipster kiddo.
Sewing with a shoelace and colander.
Santa–he’s actually the doctor that delivered our little man.
Daddy used a walker post surgery for a few weeks and it made for a nice fort.
His guitar wall. He also has a drumset!
His guitar wall.
He had a tiny bite of a fun size Mr. Goodbar. Not really a sweets kiddo–strawberries are the favorite. And whipped cream is a hit too.
Yummy yogurt and doing it himself.
Climbing, one of his favorite activities.
He can reach door knobs and life is crazy!
I think I’ve turned into my mother. I’m not sure that is a bad thing. I’d like to think I only follow her positive traits! I’m sure Eric could argue that point, but really, he can argue anything and gets a kick out of doing so.
So here are some of the ways, I’ve turned into my mama:
- I re-heat day old coffee.
- I have thoroughly researched and know where to get the cheapest grocery items and at which store.
- I love an ice cube in my white wine.
- A clean house is a beautiful thing.
- We both close one our eyes and flare our nostrils when we laugh really hard.
- Motion sickness–ick!
- We both like to send cards and do thoughtful things for others.
- We like organizing things–though I think she’s better, I’ll say it is because she has more “experience.”
And here are the ways I’m nothing like my mama:
- I love whiskey, straight–sometimes with an ice cube.
- Sashimi is yummy!
- I don’t have perfect vacuum marks on the carpet ever.
- I’ve lived in the same house for six years–I counted 11 that I lived in as a kiddo and my parents are in the process of moving now!
- I’m a more adventurous cook and don’t have to follow a recipe.
- I’m not a gambler, but she finds it entertaining.
- She’s a great knitter, and I’m just not (yet anyways!)
Here are ways I think my mom has become like me:
- She is getting more adventurous and is enjoying travel more.
- Her wardrobe has gotten very stylish–I used to say it was “mom-ish.”
Love ya, mama!
We took our first trip to the beach with our little man
recently a few months ago! He loved the beach so much he bawled in the car on the way home. I loved it too. Slowing down to chase pigeons, run sand through our fingers, enjoy some snacks near the water, and try to jump over the waves was such a treat.
We’ve been on a garage saleing kick lately. We venture out on Saturday mornings, just after breakfast and wander the streets. Sometimes we stop and follow the signs posted at intersections (or even ones I saw earlier on my run), sometimes we follow where Eric’s garage saleing apps lead us. We rarely have anything in particular we are looking for, but it is so fun to wander.
We’ve come upon a lot of junk and a few gems. We’ve found lots of train tracks and train cars and various other toys for our little man. Eric is now the proud owner and daily user of two typewriters: a Corona Style Series 1 (1939) and Royal Quiet Delux (1953).
I love our lazy mornings and our family time.
Eric wrote this and a lot of people could relate. Can you?
Here’s a new game. It’s called “Meth or Parenthood”:
- You are eating your dinner off the top of a toilet while someone next to you bathes.
- Urine is on your clothes, but it’s just a little, so why both changing?
- You just ate something that was previously in someone else’s mouth.
- Wrestling a naked person for whatever reason.
- The person next to you laughs hysterically, then screams at you, then wants you to tickle them.
- Feeding the cat 3 times in 10 minutes because you keep forgetting if you fed them.
You can read more from Eric at his blog here. Be forewarned he blogs less consistently than I do!
(They are all parenting, in case you were wondering!)
My little monkey seems to be a bit of a budding artist, which means I get to regularly indulge the both of us with creative endeavors. I think I started this little notebook at the end of last year. The first few entries were just me scribbling in crayon and him watching or adding a few marks here and there.
Then I found this fabulous washi tape on Amazon. It came in a ton of bright colors and the monkey loved unrolling it. After an arm length piece came off, I’d rip it up into more manageable sizes and put it in the notebook. The monkey helped sometimes.
Then we went to a few birthday parties and Trader Joe’s and ended up with a nice assortment of stickers. He picks, I peel them off, and he applies them. Usually one on top of another.
Real Life Moment: My mom sent us some stickers. Included were frogs and turtles. He calls both of the stickers frogs. The turtle ones, however, are frogs with hats. Who am I to argue?