Doesn't matter what's on her highchair tray, this girl wants to eat what Daddy is eating and eat at the table with him.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Tiny Girlfriend loves her accessories. I don't know where she gets it because these mommy days I'm lucky if I've got a clean pair of sweats on.
My girlie girl has inspired me. Maybe I need to not use mommyhood as an excuse to dress sloppy and I should actually put on something nice once in a while. Maybe she'd let me borrow one of her accessories.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Motherhood is messy. To say the least, right? I had this lovely, neat, dreamy little image of what being a stay at home mom would look like. I'd cruise around town in my mini van, sporting a cute I-just-left-Pilates-class outfit while my child, neatly dressed in a monogrammed dress chatters sweetly from the back seat as I take a deep breath, sip my coffee and soak it all in. Even majoring in Home Ec and working in a classroom of preschoolers didn't scratch the surface on preparing me for the reality of the messiness of motherhood.
First family portraits...
...Caroline cried almost the entire time. The daily messiness of motherhood doesn't have exceptions for special occasions.
Reality check. My mom-mobile is covered in crushed Cheerios and a questionable food item underneath the third row seats that has been rotting since last week. My yoga pants and t-shirt are covered in sweet potato and yogurt my toddler artistically smeared on me. My child is dressed in whatever was the last clean thing left in hanging in her closet, a testament to how behind I am on laundry. The sweet chatter coming from the back seat has now evolved into all out screaming. My coffee is cold, and in fact I've gotten so used to drinking my coffee cold that warm coffee is beginning to taste weird to me.
It's easy to focus on the messiness of motherhood or spend all our energy trying to climb out of the mess of everday. Motherhood is the most messy and humbling experience I've known to date. We're cleaning up someone else's poop everyday...and sometimes cleaning it off ourselves, the floor, and the walls. Motherhood is an unforgiving job. You don't get a "thank you" for every diaper changed, mouth wiped, and crayon masterpiece scrubbed off the wall. But this is exactly the kind of service Christ called us to when he beckoned us to follow him. By loving and caring for our little ones every day (and too often nights) we're washing feet for the sake of the gospel just as Jesus did.
I like to think of making a difference in the world and influencing people to be a glamorous ambition. But as a mama I've come to learn the biggest opportunity for influence I have is the toddler dumping all the Cheerios on the floor as I write this. Think about this: the biggest impact you have for the gospel may not be something you do, but someone you raise. Let's rise to the occasion of the impact we've been given. Over look the messiness of motherhood and focus on the opportunity at hand- messy minivan, yogurt smeared shirt and all.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
There are so many wonderful children's books out there. And over the last year I've enjoyed discovering them with Caroline. Here are her current favorites when it comes to "night-night" books:
1) The Going to Bed Book
2) It's Time to Sleep, My Love
3) Time for Bed
4) Goodnight Moon
What are your favorite sleep themed children's books to read to your little one before naps and bed?
Thursday, February 20, 2014
This is how I was greeted on Valentine's Day morning...by my own tiny cupid who brought a sticky note of her own artistic scribbles which Mike so kindly translated as "I love you".
How did I get to be so lucky to share life with these two?
Friday, February 14, 2014
Here's a Very Happy Valentine's Day wish from our little nugget of love. Our nugget of love who doesn't have any idea what Valentine's Day is. Our nugget of love who has had a very rough week thanks to molars. Ah, nothing as lovely as one of the biggest snows I have seen in North Carolina in years to lock me and my very cranky teething toddler inside for days. I am so kidding. It was rough. I may have had a mommy melt down. Okay, maybe I had several. And large amounts of stress eating involving chocolate may have occurred while my nugget of love refused to nap during the day or sleep at night.
Well, let me just say it's a good thing I got a few good Valentine's themed photos of my little one before those nasty molars got to business...
Happy Valentine's Day!
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Caroline has reached that stage of toddlerhood I'd only heard tell of till now. But now I get it, first hand. That temper tantrums in every store, screaming, thrashing, I want to run down the aisles of the store and take everything off the shelves as fast as I can stage of toddlerhood. To say grocery shopping has become a challenge would be modest.
So when I can I call in backup and get some grocery shopping done on the weekend when Daddy can entertain the little monkey and I can grocery shop.
Whenever we do this Daddy enjoys finding accessories for Caroline...
"My future is so bright I have to wear sunglasses."
Moms of toddler help me out...how do you get any shopping done with an escapee toddler on your hands?
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
For Christmas Grandma gave us a membership to the Museum of Life & Science in Durham. And since then it's become a weekly tradition to go there with Caroline's bestie, O and O's mommy. I have such fun memories of visiting the museum as a child, and now sharing new memories there with Caroline is truly special.
Looks like an angel to me.
But let me be the first to tell you she does not always act like an angel. This girl knows how to throw a tantrum. Keeping it real, y'all.
Two little pink bears with Max the Jersey cow.
In my favorite part of the museum, The Butterfly House.
How our life looks most days. This girl is on the go. Which is making getting any type of errand very difficult. She is not a happy girl stuck in a grocery cart of stroller for more than 10 minutes. And when I let her loose she's off. Have a little understanding for those moms with screaming kids in the grocery cart. We're trying. So give us a smile or a helping hand. But please, don't stare or give us looks.
Caroline decided she wanted to hold Olive's hand.
Nothing beats an afternoon spent with good friends...one friend for mommy and one for Caroline.
Nikor 35mm 1.8
Aperture Priority Mode
All images SOOC (Straight out of camera)