Saturday, May 12, 2012

Being a grown up..

A weird thing happened tonight. I was going through people that Facebook told me I might know and looking at their photos and I thought how I am in a completely different place than so many people I feel.
It is so weird to run across people who I went to school with, beauty school with, mutual friends etc and see how they party, they travel, they do whatever they want. It's the weirdest thing but if I for a split second picture myself where they are I get this fleeting moment of panic, anxiety and a weird stomach flop. Emery is my WORLD, I cannot picture myself anywhere but being his mama. I have literally NO idea where I would be or what I would be doing if I wasn't a mother. All I know is that NOTHING I could be doing would ever make me as happy as I am now. Emery is my other little half and he has completed my world. I guess this is what being grown up is...and my God I would not change this for ANYTHING!
 Not a single material thing could be worth more to me than his laugh and huge smile as he gets pushed in a swing, his little feeling finger as he investigates something new, his "side eyes" and batting his eyelashes when he gets caught doing something I don't approve and he thinks that will make me laugh and he won't be busted, watching him push cars around the room, demanding more nanananana,  his fearlessness, the way he just lights up when he sees me, his daddy or his brothers. His love for Ollie and how he tries to pull him out of the crib by his leg and drag him throughout the house, his OBSESSION with tires, how he tries to fix things with his daddy, how proud he is of himself every time he drinks from a straw. I could go on and on but for some reason this entire thought just has me so emotional.
There is nothing, absolutely nothing that could top being a mama.

Friday, May 4, 2012


A local kids magazine was asking for photos of mommy's with their kiddos. I had no idea it was for a Mother's Day thing. They just said they wanted photos for their magazine. So I entered our photo little man....and apparently they picked winners or something. We were a runner up and got a $50.00 Gift Certificate! I won't get too excited until we actually get the card! But check it out here! I'm including the photo here in case someday when you look back on this the link doesn't work to the actual page.

Our Winning Photo

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

one cure for the tantrums

Children are such an experiment. I finally figured out the key to these tantrums is 10-30 minutes in mama's bed. We snuggle, read a book, he pokes my nose over and over and laughs mischievously, he pokes my belly button and then makes me poke his, he gives me 53 heart attacks worrying about him falling off the bed while crawling all over me, he sprawls out on the poofy blankets and points to things around the room, he leans over for me to give him lots of smooches, he hugs the pillow, plays peek a boo and snuggles some more. Then when we get up his attitude is better or he at least snuggles into mama and sits there for another 20 minutes. Apparently mama's COMPLETE & UNDIVIDED attention is what the stink needs....(secretly, I need just as much if not more than he does :))

A letter from a mother...

I saw this on Facebook and thought it was so sweet. As a mother you must have patience and we can hope that someday our children will have the same patience for us.

I'm holding out for the new system of things but in case I don't get there in my lifetime I hope Emery is patient with me...

Letter from a Mother to a Daughter: "My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”... Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl? When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way... remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day... the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad... just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you... my darling daughter. "