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Eleven Months

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My baby is eleven months old today.  I can’t believe this is the last *month* milestone.  How can eleven months go by so quickly and slowly at the same time?!  My littlest pumpkin has been a challenging baby.  She’s demanding and loud and a little over-emotional.  But you know what’s amazing about motherhood?  I love her regardless.  I could tell you stories about the days that my husband came home to find me in tears because she had been screaming all day.  The days where my friends told me that they didn’t know how I managed.  The days where I hid under the covers on the floor while she whined around her soother.  But you know what?  Instead I’m going to focus on the positive (which is very unlike me).  This hasn’t been the dreamy babyhood that expecting mother dream of, but it’s still been amazing.  For every hard moment there is an equally sweet moment.

To anyone who is planning on having a child and worries that their child will be difficult, I have this for advice… you’ll manage.  You’ll resent anyone who has a happy child but you’ll get over it.  I truly believe we’re only given what we can handle and you may not want what you can handle, but there’s a reason for it.

One good thing about colic is that it sure has taught my three year old to be patient.  She could have easily spent the last year losing it but instead she plays with the baby and even tries to give me suggestions on making her happy (and you know, sometimes she’s right!).  I’m very lucky to have my beautiful girls and I’m even luckier that we’ve all survived these months together… one more to go… and then a lifetime.

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Not worth the cheese

I’m not sure at what point in my life I decided I was no longer worth putting in any effort for.  I’m pretty sure (like most moms) that it was right around the time that my first baby was born.  I think I used up all of my energy reserves just delivering her and then any new production went straight to my little bundle of joy.

I have two older sisters.  When we were younger they used to melt cheese into little cups and eat it (yes, gross, but this seemed like the yummiest thing in the world at the time).  When I asked them if I could have some too, they told me that cheese was expensive and I couldn’t have any.  This has become a bit of a running joke with us, me not being worth the cheese.

I was making dinner the other day and absolutely starving because I hadn’t taken the time to prepare myself any proper meals all day, so I was eating pretzels.  My daughter came into the kitchen and I thought for sure she was going to ask for some but instead she asked if she could have more carrots and celery.  It suddenly hit me.  I was starving and scarfing down salty carbs because I spent so much time washing and chopping and preparing food for my kids that it never really occurred to me that I deserve to be taken care of too.  Why is it that I’m worried about them getting proper snacks and meals and yet I can feed myself handfuls of pretzels?

So it’s been decided, from here on out I’m going to take just as good of care of their mother as I am of them.  I think we’ll all benefit in the long run.

After all, I am worth the cheese.  🙂

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