02/ 07/ 2019
What’s the word on getting a cup of hot chocolate big enough to allow an adult human to sit inside it. I’m just so dang cold. I understand that swimming in a cup of cocoa would get sticky over time, but it sounds so luxurious. Bobbing around with the marshmallows and just loooving life.
How long do we have to wait for robot maids to be a common thing? I just want Rosie from the Jetsons to come clean my house, make my meals and bring me food when I’m not feeling well. But Jude did just bring me a bag of Wheat Thins, so I’m almost there.
LOL to my face recognition software for not recognizing me with bangs. Like, new face, who dis?
Baking in a tent is the most addicting and inspiring show. I have it in my heart that I can be a world class baker. I just need to bake. I’d also like to have Ruby’s hair please and thank you! Also, does anyone else’s heart break when Paul and Mary just tear into those desserts and mash them with their forks and then leave them for dead? So much deliciousness wasted!
As much as I love Wheat Thins, I could really go for some Triscuits and a block of cheddar cheese. Think if I say Wheat Thins one more time they’ll sponsor this post?
There, aren’t you glad you didn’t ask what I was thinking?
I know I am.
02/ 05/ 2019
As I drove home from a meeting with some ladies from church, I yelled,
I know many a man who isn’t a fan of the front fringe,
but man alive, do my sisters love a good eyebrow curtain.
Viva le bangs!
Viva le sisterhood!
Viva le Seinfeld!
(Unrelated but still true.)
02/ 04/ 2019
After her bath on Friday, I watched Millie as she kicked and cooed on the changing table. She kept looking at me and smiling. I counted her thigh rolls and tickled her belly as I slathered her in baby lotion. Before I did the last button on her onesie, I realized something. On the 26th of this month, she’ll be six months old. She was only a few weeks away from being halfway through her first year.
It hit me like a brick. Like a big weight on my chest. It hit me so hard because I know the next six months goes by so much faster than the first six months and the first six already go by so fast.
When Millie was born, Cory’s mom bought her an adorable pair of gray footie pajamas with cream bumble bees. I held it up in shock that a 3-6 month size was so big. “Oh lands, she’s never going to fit into this!” The first time I went to put it on her I was sure she would be swimming in it – she wasn’t. It fit like a custom piece and broke my heart.
A few weeks ago Cory picked Jude up and held her like a baby. He cradled her head in the crook of his arm and swayed her back and forth. Her legs stretched out long and straight and I looked down as I cradled Millie in my arms and started to cry. It wasn’t long ago that Jude was the baby in my arms and it won’t be long before Millie is the kid in Cory’s.
I’m so grateful for the chances I have had to carry these babies in my heart, in my body and in my arms. I love watching them grow and develop personalities and quirks. I love raising them and teaching them and helping them become good people. I love everything about motherhood. I just wish it didn’t have to fly by so quickly. They’re only this little for a fraction of time. It’s like I blinked and went from a newlywed to a mother of four overnight. I’m too scared to blink again because I know another five years will have gone by and we’ll be on the brink of braces and puberty and angst.
So I’m trying to slow down and soak it all in. I hold Millie a little longer after she’s fallen asleep. I study her face and memorize her breathing. I listen and look at my kids when they talk. I don’t want to forget the way their faces light up when they tell a story. Or the way they hold their hands when emphasizing a point. I watch them while they eat breakfast and notice how they sit: flat on their bottom, perched on their knees, or atop crossed ankles. I can’t make time stop. I can’t force it to slow down, and as much as I wish I could, I know I wouldn’t. It’s good for them to grow. It’s good for me to grow. So instead of freezing time and mourning the past, I’m going to do everything I can in my power to enjoy the present. To commit these days and these moments to memory, to write them in my heart and etch them in my mind.
These are the days, covered in mashed potato kisses and formula burps.
These are our days.
02/ 01/ 2019
Isn’t there a saying about not making big decisions (or any decisions, really) when you’re feeling rash? It’s the cousin of the rule that one should never grocery shop when hungry and the bff of Billy Joel’s advice to never argue with a crazy mind. Here, let’s ask google.
Eh. Not quite what I was looking for, but the idea is the same. You should never, ever, ever make a decision when you’re not quite yourself. Wait! I just remembered. You should never make a decision when you’re drunk. That’s it. But I’ve never been drunk and I wasn’t drunk this morning, but boy howdy did I make a decision.
Do you ever wake up feeling impulsive? Do you ever have this overwhelming urge to do something crazy? Something that doesn’t seem big to others but is big to you? Something you’ve talked about and mulled over and discussed with others then talked yourself out of? That was me today. I don’t know if it’s cabin fever from being trapped in the house all week with a sick baby, a sick husband and a choir of coughing children, but I woke up today and felt like I was on a TV-Y7 version of Snapped.
After some quick googling, watching half a YouTube video and spam texting my sister with no replies, I decided to throw caution to the wind and listen to the adrenaline-hyped butterflies in my stomach. I was going to stop talking about doing something and actually do it.
I blasted Woman by Ke$ha, brushed out a triangle at the top of my head and grabbed my scissors. I trust your intelligence enough to know where this is going, but just in case you got hung up on the triangle hair bit, let me tell you.
They’re choppy and crooked and I am 100% going to my stylist tomorrow so she can even me out and add some layers, but I am living for the front fringe. I was worried I’d regret cutting them, but with each snip I felt more alive. I realize I could have just scheduled an appointment and got them done “right” the first time, but I think deep down I knew I needed them to happen this way. If my bangs weren’t born from impulse, I don’t think they’d have been born at all. (It’s totally normal to talk about hair like a child, right?)
I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who helped me along this journey.
HAPPY FRIDAY, FAM.
01/ 31/ 2019
I feel like this “find something good and write every day” project has turned into the Millie show, but who am I to deny my brand?
I don’t want to jinx myself, but Millie can officially handle drinking from a bottle again! All she needed was a full belly and more sleep than she knew what to do with. She’s holding on to her cough, but her smiles are back and it’s just so good. Man, I love that rascal so much.
Today I taught Jude, Ezra and Zeke colors in Spanish and they ran around the house finding items in the colors I called out. Then they decided to build a sheriff town with their “sticky blocks.” Which I know sounds adorable, but it gets even better after I tell you they all used their best southern accents when describing “Sheriffsville.”
I think I might be getting sick, but honestly, that means I’ll just get to binge Great News all day while the kids add on to Sheriffsville and build a couple of mansions for Jude’s Calico Critters. I never thought I’d say this, but bring on the cold, mother nature! Bring. It. On.
01/ 30/ 2019
It’s day five of this nasty virus and Millie is still sick, still sad, and still smiling.
I took her to the doctor again today because she wasn’t improving. She is so congested and has so much mucus that she chokes every time I try to feed her. The doctor was surprised her RSV test came back negative because just by looking at her, he knew that’s what she had.
When I mentioned the struggle at every feeding, he suggested spoon-feeding her by using a medicine dropper. PRAISE BE MEDICAL SCHOOL AND GENIUS DOCTORS. It took nearly an hour, but that little nugget ate three ounces at once for the first time in days.
It was somewhere between the 23rd and 27th dropper full of formula that I realized how grateful I was to be feeding her this way. Yes it took forever, but I talked and she cooed and we smiled at each other and she ATE! It felt like a miracle. Using that little 2mL medicine dropper that literally lets down one drop at a time saved the day. My baby girl is now sleeping soundly with a full belly.
Funny, isn’t it? How quickly we realize we rely on the constants in our life when they stop coming so easily. Millie guzzles five ounces like it’s nothing and now I’m thrilled if she can handle two ounces in at a time. I’m so grateful for the chance I had to sit on the floor and feed her one dropper at a time. I’m grateful because it reminded me to focus more on the steady things in my life and appreciate them for the daily miracles they are.
01/ 29/ 2019
Millie is sick. Like so sadly sick. Her little eyes are red and her cough is scratchy and her appetite is small. I took her to Instacare late Sunday night because I was getting flashbacks to when three-month old Ezra was hospitalized with RSV. Thankfully both her flu and RSV tests came back negative. Unfortunately that means she’s stuck with a nasty virus and no answers or help other than snuggles, Tylenol and Frida: The Boogie Sucker.
Because of her nasty cold, the kids and I have spent a lot of time snuggled on the couch today. I don’t say snuggled to sound cute, I literally mean snug as a bug in a rug. I sit in the middle with Mills on my lap and the boys sit on either side of me wigging in to get as much space as possible while claiming I’m taking up too much room. It’s cozy and warm and great.
Along with all the blanket nesting we’re doing, we’re also watching our fair share of Baking in a Tent. For those of you not in the know, that’s what we call The Great British Baking Show. You see, I can’t really watch my shows with the kids around. The last thing I want to do is explain why one man is dating thirty women. (I’ve only seen one episode of The Bachelor and remain uncommitted unless social interaction is involved, but you get the idea). Similarly, I don’t really want to spend an undisclosed amount of time watching Blues Clues or Story Bots or PJ Masks. Clever as their theme songs may be.
Baking in a tent is the best compromise. It’s appropriate and clean and exciting for all parties involved. The other day Jude looked at me and said, “I wish I could be…”
before she finished, I smiled and thought, ‘Oh my goodness!!! I’m such a good mom! Watching this show has made her want to be a star baker! AH! My daughter! THE BAKER!!!!’
“one of those people who tastes all that food. What are they called?”
“Yeah, I wish I could be a judge, mama.”
‘My daughter! THE JUDGE!!!’
Oh to be so young and already have life figured out.
In other news, watching this show makes me think I can bake the perfect macaron. I mean, if Glenn can do it, so can I. Right? He just makes it look so easy!
01/ 28/ 2019
During the last few weeks of December I felt the need to document the good parts of everyday. I had the idea to make videos or write posts to help me remember to look for the good. While I’ve been filming little bits of my days, I’ve mostly been documenting quick highlights in my bullet journal. (Yeah, I’m back on the bujo train and while it’s WORK, I loooooove it.)
Today as I went through the tutorial for my writing software (!!!) I got overwhelmed. I let the tabs and features and layout get the better of me. I’m really excited to understand and use my software, but I should probably take it in doses instead of a giant binge that tears me down. Instead of crying, I took a breath and leaned back. All I really need to write is a blank screen or page or napkin or scrap paper or margin or hand. It doesn’t matter where I write as long as I do it.
That being said, I think I’m going to try to combine my desire to look for and take the best bits of each day with my want to write more. I guess that means I’m going to write a lil’ sumthin-sumthin here every day.
Oh lands, I wish you could see me now.
Whhhy does committing to and declaring a goal raise my stress levels so much?
It’s my fear of failure. Thhhaaat’s why. Because if I tell you (hi mom) that I’m going to write every day and then I don’t write every day you will know I didn’t do something I said I would do and therefore I failed.
Why do our brains do that? Why do they make failure out to be the worst thing in the world? How many things haven’t I tried for fear of failure? I hope not many, but I honestly don’t know. I’m not afraid to try things as much as I’m afraid of people knowing I’m going to try things. Which is also confusing because generally speaking, I love you but I literally do. not. care. what you think of me. I realize that sounds contradictory to what I’m saying, but hear me out! If I’m the only person who knows I tried something and failed, then it’s a lot easier to pretend like it never happened. I think admitting failure to others is really what gets me. Because in admitting failure to others, I’m forced to acknowledge it myself.
Since this year is all about taking the best, I’m going to share. Failure or not, the fact I’m writing again is tops in my book. There are so many nit-picky things that almost held me back. Not starting on January 01 was one of the biggest. lol. There are so many things we allow in our lives to keep us from going where we want to. I want writing to be fun for me again. I want it to be a flash from my half&half past, where I couldn’t wait to get on my laptop and write.
I really want to say I’m doing the dang thing but I’m still haunted from those Bachelorette promos from Becca’s season.
Here’s to 12-month periods instead of calendar years and showing that calendar who’s really the boss.
Hint: it’s me
(awww crap, it’s happening.)
01/ 17/ 2019
Cory and I decided we wanted to go to bed earlier this year. We’re resisting the Seinfeld siren call and limiting ourselves to one episode a night or forgoing TV in favor of reading or games or talking. It’s been one of the best decisions we’ve ever made.
And yet, here I am, at 10:15 on a Thursday night, sitting on my couch in my living room, clacking away to the sound of the dishwasher swish. I love when the want to write overpowers the want to sleep. I don’t even have anything deep to say, I just know I need to write. Whenever I want to write but didn’t know what to say, I make a list.
I ironed for the majority of the day.
Not because I “had” to, but because I wanted to. I ironed Cory’s jeans and t-shirts, the boys shirts and pants and Millie’s dresses and onesies. As someone who’s taken a serious break from long-distance ironing*, I think I’ve fallen in love again. I know back in the day everyone had a “warshing day” and an “ironing day” because they had to and, honestly, what else was a pioneer going to do? But, MAN ALIVE, I GET IT!!!!
*long-distance ironing is when you iron more than the clothes you need for the day. long-distance ironing is a commitment to creased clothes every day until the next laundry day. long-distance ironing is intoxicating.
Today I went to Target with two things on my list and I left Target with two things in my bag.
I didn’t browse through the racks. I didn’t check out the shoes. I didn’t “accidentally” find myself in the dollar spot and I completely avoided the stationary section. I honestly don’t know the last time this happened and I feel invincible.
Why can’t friendships stay simple?
You like puppies? I like puppies! Let’s be friends. It makes sense that as life gets complicated, so do relationships, but why?
Four. That’s how many books I’ve read so far this year.
I’m reading them faster than I can listen to them and it’s been amazing. Right now I’m very into books that remind me of romantic-comedies. It’s like reading a cheesy Hallmark movie while I fold laundry, wash dishes and feed Millie. Praise be to my Kindle for allowing me to feed a baby and read a book without constantly losing my place or using my foot to hold down the pages. I’ve been there. It’s rough.
Girl Meets World is the best show I have ever seen. EVER.
It’s cheesy and wonderful and the BEST example of loving friendship. Riley and Maya are everything that is good in this world. I HAVEN’T FINISHED YET, SO IF YOU RUIN THE FINALE FOR ME, I WILL RUIN YOU.
Bachelor season is upon us. meh.
I haven’t watched The Bachelor/Ette/In Paradise in a year. It’s such a commitment to what has become mediocre television. I know once I get started, I’d get sucked right in, but look at all this free time I have now! And as evidenced by this list, I would rather spend my time reading cheesy book and watching tween shows.
Flip phone life is honestly wonderful.
As someone who naturally romanticizes situations (remember how I was going to cloth diaper all my children and grow my own vegetables to then mash into puree for them to eat entirely and spotlessly and they would never have food on their shirts or snot on their face? Yeah, me too. lol.) I am being completely sincere when I say IT IS SO GOOD. I’m distracted less (unless it’s a book… then sorry, I can’t hang out I have plans) and I’m focused more and I feel so free. I could probably write an entire coffee table book on how great not having a smart phone is.
I should really get to bed now.
It’s 10:51, I’m exhausted, and while this wasn’t profound, it was exactly what I needed. In high school I took Creative Writing with Mrs. Bean and discovered my voice. Every single day she would say, “Never a day without a line.” Before we left her class she would always remind us the power of one line.
One simple line. Not a novel. Not an epiphany.
Just one little line. That’s all it takes. That’s all I need.
Just a small thought every day and I know I’ll find my way to words again.
01/ 03/ 2019
I realize the last time I wrote here (almost a year ago) I was explaining my need to disconnect from social media. Now I’m here to tell you that I have beaten Uncle Rico at his own game and time traveled myself all the way back to an era best known for frosted tips, frosted lips and butterfly clips – the early 2000’s. Yes, world. I’ve left my beautiful and beloved Pixel for a smaller, flippier companion.
Long story short, I was getting sick of the need to constantly check-in and be distracted.
Here’s the long story. Last week I went to pick up my groceries and while I waited the five minutes for my Clicklist BFF, Donovan, to bring me my groceries, I checked my email, scanned the news, played two levels of bubble popper and scrolled Instagram. If you’re rolling your eyes right now, I know. It’s ridiculous. But, please, tell me I’m wrong. Tell me everyone who has a smart phone doesn’t get mindlessly sucked into scrolling and liking and pinning and playing and posting and checking and buying, and, and, and… Because we do. Because it’s so easy to get sucked in. Because it’s “something to do.” Since when did we need to be entertained every single second of every single day?
I was getting sick of using my phone as a way to decompress and wind down. Because really, how can you wind down when you’re scrolling and you suddenly think of your best friend from second grade and you wonder how she’s doing and what she’s up to and before you know it you’re 57 weeks deep into her cousin’s best friends feed and it’s 1:37 am?
Last month I toyed with the idea of switching back to a flip phone. I checked out which ones were available, got excited then put my dreams on pause. What if I just deleted my social apps again? What if I took away that distraction so I could be more focused? But after those five minutes in stall number one waiting for my groceries, I knew I couldn’t do that. I’ve started falling out of love with Instagram. Don’t get me wrong, I love to talk to myself on stories and I love to watch you talk to yourself on stories. I love watching people grow and families get bigger, but it just wasn’t doing it for me anymore. I knew I could get rid of Instagram again and be fine, but I also knew I’d find other ways to get distracted on my phone. And honestly, there are a lot of other things that deserve my time more than anything I can find on a smart phone.
So I’m back to the flip phone. It’s been a whole day and I only have two bad things to report.
I kind of love that texting takes forever because it makes me want to text less and call more. Social media is great but I feel like it has masked the social aspect of social interaction. I want a real conversation with a real person with their real voice or their real face. I want to hear kids screaming in the background of a phone call. I want to get so excited talking about something that I start drooling because I DROOL SOMETIMES, OKAY?!
I know this change is going to force me to get out of my snuggly cocoon, but I need it. I want it. And boy howdy, I’m going to work for it.
That being said, I’m really excited to be here again. Writing about everything from deep thoughts to my favorite gifs.
Ahhh yes, it’s good to be back.