“Did you get my text?”

The other day, I got an email from my best friend asking “Did you get my text?” I’ve been getting this question a lot lately from my friends. In the midst of my frantic evening I forgot to send her a reply and I told her what was really happening as I read her text. She gave me a great word of encouragement and a gentle reminder, “Lol, are you writing these things down?” At the time I didn’t think it was so funny but her reaction reminded me that sometimes toddlers are funny. 

So, if I ever don’t return a message right away it’s quite possible I’m dealing with a situation similar to the one below:

Yes I got your text. Sorry I was trying to get ready to leave the house. Moriah was melting down because she threw her play hot dog in the toilet and I wouldn’t let her dig it back out. After that I locked her out of the bathroom and played kitchen until her Dad got home. I don’t dig in the toilet. Lynn came home and swooped like my knight in shining armour. He handled the hot dog situation with lots of giggles. Then I finally left the house for a Mommy break. 

(Sigh) Mommy drama. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world!


Be Still My Heart

This morning I was in the kitchen doing my Mommy duties and grinding up food for my 16 month old that only has 6 teeth. She was sitting and playing quietly by herself in the living room so I decided to let my breakfast get cold and take advantage of the situation.

I had my Ninja out and ready to grind when I heard it. The awful whining noise she makes when she realizes Mommy (or Daddy) is no longer paying attention to her.

I heard the pitter patter of her tiny footsteps come around the corner and then “MmmmmMmmmmmMmmmm” of her little voice echoing through my kitchen. Then she found me and grabbed onto my leg as tightly as she could. I was expecting the blood curdling scream of frustration I usually get when she is not immediately picked up. To my surprise, the scream never came. Instead the “MmmmmMmmmm” changed into a “Mmmmmmuah!” Then another tight squeeze on my leg and another “Mmmmmmuah!” She was giving me hugs and a kisses. Instantly, my frustrated, tired, annoyed heart melted. I looked down to see her little grin. She learned how to give Mommy hugs and kisses! Oh my sweet child. Best morning EVER!

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Sunday Morning Rush

Yesterday the creative juices were flowing so my husband and I stayed up until 1am. Definitely not the best idea we’ve ever had. Then this morning the cat decided he wanted to get into Moriah’s room at 6 am. Usually she will sleep until 7 but of course the one night we stay up late she is going to wake up early. This chain of events threw off our whole morning. We woke up early but some how we were running late. In the spirit of being efficient I got the baby bundled up as fast as I could while my husband put on his coat and shoes. I passed off the baby and he left to strap her in the car while I got my boots and coat on. Hurry, hurry, hurry!

I slipped my foot into the first boot and stopped my rush. Something didn’t feel right. I pulled my boot off and turned it upside down. A stream of Cheerios made their way out of my boot and onto the floor. “How did I get Cheerios in my boot?”

A big pet peeve for my husband is my things laying around. It drives him crazy. sometimes i remember to put them away but most of the time i don’t. My purse, the diaper bag, my coat, and specially my shoes all get left sitting where I take them off. He will never understand why I can’t take the time to put my shoes in the closet or hang up my coat. After all I just have to open the door to the closet and put them inside, but I rarely ever do this and he loves me anyway.

I proceeded to shake the boot to make sure they were all out and then I dug in the bottom of the closet to find my second boot. I found it, grabbed it and slipped it on in haste. But, it didn’t feel right. I stopped my rush again, slipped off my boot and turned it over. And what do you think fell out? Another stream of Cheerios. Okay, my husband is playing a trick on me. “Alright I get it. I left my boots out again.” I thought to myself.

I grabbed my coat and headed out the door. As I got in the car I looked at my husband and asked “did you put Cheerios in my boots?” With a chuckle he said “nope, guess I’m not the only one that noticed you didn’t put your boots away again.”

Gah! She got me. I guess Mama needs to learn to put her boots away! Maybe someday, but probably not anytime soon. :)



These are my favorite things from this season of life as a SAHM to a 1 year old. I find it important to write these down so I never forget how fortunate I truly am. Especially on those days that are less than perfect. I believe God finds little ways to encourage me even when those words of affirmation can’t be spoken.

  1. The endless baby chatter. It’s as if she really has a message to spread to the world but the words aren’t forming yet. Whatever it is, it’s very important.
  2. The extreme excitement when she see’s myself or her dad for the first time after a few hours of being separated. The kicks, wiggles, and giggles are what my soul desires.
  3. The random toys I find stashed in different places. The chew toys that were strategically placed in the laundry basket full of clothes. The Chapstick that magically found it’s way from my nightstand into the empty washing machine. The alphabet magnets that were found in the other side of the cat door in the garage. All of it wrapped up in a tiny gift of sticky fingers and poopy diapers makes my heart smile.
  4. Her extreme love for her blankie. She can’t resist laying her head down when blankie is under it. This makes for amazing snuggles when it’s time for sleep. I enjoy nothing more than singing my daughter to sleep while we cuddle.
  5. The discovery of new things. This will never get old. She found her tongue (and mine) the other day. That was truly the best part of that day.
  6. Games! Namely “I’m going to get you” and Peek-a-boo. I love the squeals and laughter that follow the wiggles and giggles.
  7. But I think my favorite is during our daily routine. She’ll be playing and I’ll be trying to get something done or my focus is split between her and a project, when all of the sudden I notice the silence. This means one of two things; she is either doing something she shouldn’t be doing or she has stopped mid play to watch me and smile her biggest smile. It’s amazing to stop the busy of my life, completely expecting the worst and finding my child smiling from ear to ear as if to say “I love you, mommy” or maybe she’s thinking “my mom is really funny looking”? No, it’s definitely the first one. I love my sweet princess.

It’s important for me to remember these moments because there are also those moments when I’m exhausted and in need of a break. Living away from grandparents and family means breaks are harder to come by. I thank God for these precious moments I do get with her. They are gifts from God to recharge my sleepy soul. No, I wouldn’t change my occupation right now for anything. I am right where God needs me to be, I have every confidence in that fact.


Lesson in First Time Motherhood #3 Daddy’s are Important!

20140729-095015.jpgI am very fortunate. I not only have a husband, I have the best husband on the planet. I know a few single mothers. Some the dad’s are in the picture and some the dad’s are not. I am amazed by these women. I lean on my husband A LOT. There is no way I could do this parenting thing without him. I’m eternally grateful to have such a wonderful supporter and partner. He works tirelessly to make sure that Mo and I have everything we need. For you single mothers out there, I applaud you and I marvel at your abilities. I’m not sure I could do what you are doing for your kids. For those of you ladies that do have Daddy on board, this one’s for you.

You are a team regardless of who has chosen to take care of the kid’s full time or if you are planning to have childcare a part of your day, you are a team. Daddy’s job started right when she came out of the womb. Since I had a C-section Daddy was in charge of all diaper changes, helping me to the bathroom, passing the baby to me when it was time to eat, walking and bouncing baby to sleep, etc. He was very busy as I was not able to move much and I was taking some pretty powerful painkillers. It was also Daddy’s job to watch Mommy closely so if I fell asleep while holding baby he could come in and put her in a safe place. There were many times I fell asleep mid feeding and he was there to make sure that both mommy and baby were safe. His job was never ending.

We had many challenges with breast feeding and continue to have challenges. My husband’s job in the beginning was to put together and then wash my pumping supplies for every feeding until I could muster up enough energy to get out of bed and do it myself. I can honestly say with all of my heart and without a doubt, I would not be breast feeding my child if it wasn’t for the constant support I received from my husband. Now that our daughter is 8 months old his job is still going. She is not the best eater so I pump frequently and regularly which means that a lot of the housework and cooking falls on my husband because I’m busy being hooked up to the “mechanical parasite” (as my husband calls the breast pump). He is not happy about this but he does it because he loves us.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Daddy’s are important!

Lesson in First Time Motherhood #2: Routines are Important

I truly underestimated the power of routines in a baby’s life. I’m the kind of person that loves to have every day a little different and likes the surprise. The surprise loses its luster when you go from an 8-5 job to 24 hours per day job. I was so tired I thought I was going to die. My husband was so frustrated he couldn’t think straight. How did Charles Dickens put it? “It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” We were so thankful for our little bundle of joy. She made the most amazing little noises and warmed our hearts to the maximum extent. Now, if she would only sleep.

I didn’t read any parenting books and I don’t regret it, my philosophy is “my baby didn’t read that book” however, I do love a good research project. I research A LOT and that includes using the parenting books I have on my shelf. I do consult books and I Google. I Googled and found some sample schedules on Babycenter.com. I found the one that was the closest to what my baby was doing right then and just went with it. I also ask A LOT of questions as stated in the previous post of my sisters as well as my mommy friends.

A bedtime routine will save your sanity. My child loves to sleep. (I know I’m pretty fortunate) But I think she loves to sleep because she knows what’s coming. When it’s time to sleep through the night she gets a bath, a story, and a nighttime prayer all before she is laid down to sleep. Every night. The time of night can sometime vary depending on what we are doing but most of the time it’s at 7 pm. This whole routine queues her to knowing that it’s time for bed. My mother told me to do this and it was genius.


 I love when she sleeps. Zzzzzzz…

Lessons in First Time Motherhood: Lesson #1 Breast Feeding is HARD!

I was asked “What is the most difficult part of being a mom so far?” Breastfeeding. Hands down. No arguments. My husband agrees with me and he’s not even the one doing it!
Breast feeding was one of my non-negotiables going into parenthood. I planned to be a stay at home mom which means that my role changed from making money to conserving it. It was and is important for me to keep my milk flowing to conserve finances. Formula isn’t cheap!
Before I gave birth I spent countless hours watching You Tube videos, reading online forums and asking questions to my lovely sisters about breast feeding. I’m so very glad that I did. You can ask my sisters, I asked and continue to ask A LOT of questions about breast feeding and quite frankly I’m still not an expert.

The #1 lesson I’ve learned is: Breast feeding is something a Mom and dad have to be proactive about. (yes I said dad too) There is a small window of time where you can fool your body into thinking your baby needs more milk than it does. I found this little supply and demand trick extremely useful as I had to give Moriah a bottle to supplement her feeding because she had a hard time latching on for the first few weeks of her life. When she was first born I never gave her formula. I stocked my freezer full because you never know what could happen. And if you’re planning on going back to work after you have a baby and want to give your baby breast milk you REALLY need to be proactive!
My little bits of advice for first time mom’s is buy all the supplies. Get it all. I had a Brest Friend AND a boppy and I used them both. I had wonderful sisters who stocked me full of things I didn’t even know what they were and it was so wonderful to open up my drawer and see everything that I needed just waiting for me. I had no idea what a nipple shield was, or storage bags, or covers, or pads, the list goes on. I have used every single bit of it. True, I used a majority of it in the first 3 months of her life but I used it all. In my opinion, breast feeding supplies are not where you want to conserve your baby budget.


Daddy: the champion bottle feeder.

Another lesson I’ve learned in this new motherhood experience is: Daddy’s are a big deal. I never thought I would have needed so much help from my husband and I’m very thankful for my husband’s servant heart. I would never have succeeded in breast feeding if it weren’t for his constant support and encouragement. I really thought when it came to breast feeding the responsibility would fall completely on my shoulders and I couldn’t have been more wrong. He was right there with me. While I held our upset hungry daughter he was right here to keep my frustration at a minimum. The lactation nurse taught him how to put together the breast pumping equipment and how to clean it while we were still in the hospital. She also taught him how to suck up the colostrums that I pumped out into a syringe and then expel it into my breast shield so that Moriah could eat it with little effort on her part. It came to a point where trying to eat was burning too many calories and she was losing weight at a rapid pace and needed to be bottle fed. Bottle feeding was his responsibility as I was again, hooked up to the mechanical parasite (aka breast pump).

Another shock: babies lose weight after they are born. I didn’t know that, but it makes sense as they are learning how to eat. One of the nurses on the night shift felt my pain as I struggled to feed my baby and went to get me a breast shield and I’m so thankful that she did. Most mothers don’t even know what a breast shield is and that’s a good thing. It’s really a last resort type of thing, and that’s because you will have to re-teach your baby how to breast feed if you use it as regularly as I had too. Moriah was small, had a shallow gag reflex, and wasn’t born through the vaginal canal. All things that were stacked against us, thankfully she was never jaundice. That was really the only thing working for us. That was truly a miracle.

Despite all that was mentioned above one bit of advice I got was spot on. It’s totally worth it! I was going to breast feed her if it killed me (and I think it almost has several times, but that may be another post). There’s nothing like the bonding time you get with your child. It’s a little piece of heaven on earth when your little one stops feeding, looks up at you and smiles as milk drips down both sides of her face. It’s like she’s saying “Oh wow, my mommy is so pretty and I love her so much.” After 3 visits to lactation consultants after we left the hospital and two visits to the chiropractor to give Moriah adjustments to get her to have the sucking reflex. She’s now 8 months old and breastfeeding. She’s distracted, but that’s because she’s 8 months old. Breast feeding is messy, painful, frustrating and can be incredibly difficult but I still maintain that it’s totally worth every hurdle you may face. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to get back to drinking my Mothers Milk tea.



Milk Coma’s are so adorable.

Lessons in First Time Motherhood: Intro

I’m a first time mom to a wonderful little girl. Recently, I’ve been getting more questions from my friends who are about to embark on their first experience in motherhood and I realized I’m not a very detail oriented person when I’m talking. I always remember something else I should’ve said or mentioned when I get home. I’m a blogger. Why not write some posts about things that I’ve learned or words of encouragement that have helped me along the way? I’m new to this motherhood job so I have no doubt that (Lord willing) after I have another one my thoughts will change but we will cross that bridge when we get there.
Now that I am a full time mom I see my role as trying to conserve funds rather than make them. That means breastfeeding, cloth diapers, making my own baby food, and wisely spending. It is very easy to overspend on children and I’m hoping to be as minimalistic as possible.
Yes, I realize I have an incredibly laid back approach to parenting. There aren’t many situations where I was proactive and “ready to go”. I don’t freak out often. I’m pretty relaxed but I will admit I have had some meltdown moments. Parenting is not easy even when they are adorable little babies. It has definitely pushed me to my limits and breaking points. But I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat! I realize there are a lot of different opinions on parenting and what I write is what worked for me. It may not work for you. These are just my thoughts on being a first time mom. I know one day, years from now I will read this and laugh at myself. Let me start out by saying; I do not have all the answers. These are just my thoughts (and some opinions).This is my journey and the job that God has called me to in this season of life.