Probably the reason I'm sick is because I've been staying up late working on fun things like these bird and fox silhouettes.
And, these letters for some Happy Birthday buntings I'm making.
I feel the need to confess how shallowly I tread on being a good mother. I had one heck of a mother, who I will forever watch and stand back in awe. She's that good. I was driving with a friend a couple of weeks ago, and she commented I seemed like I had it all together and was doing great as a mom. I was caught in a lie. That was SO NOT TRUE and it cried "FALSE!" the second those words came from her lips. She had it all wrong, I thought.
I want to clarify for her, and any of those who may falsely assume my life is peachy and I've "got it all together." Don't believe it for one second. (Most of you probably already know this). But, let me make it clear:
- There's a dust collection on my dresser table that would shock you
- I spend about 2 seconds flat brushing Lucy's teeth every night
- I struggle to read my scriptures daily---lucky to read 4 times a week
- I don't usually shower or get ready for my day until 4 PM, which means I run errands looking pretty schlumpy
- I mentally complain when I make Travis' lunch most nights
- I stared at the clock every 15 minutes yesterday asking myself, How soon until I can put Finn and Lucy to bed?
- I feel like I have more wrinkles than the average 28-year-old
- Each day I have to tell myself multiple times that I can get through it and that I can handle 2 kids (soon-to-be-three). "Fake it 'til you make it," modus operandi.
And, truth be told, deep down, I know I can't do it alone. I never could no matter how brilliant or patient or generous. Last night I just needed to lay my heavy load down for a second and let someone else feel the weight of it for a while. Having someone acknowledge my weight was enough. I can put my "backpack" on and wear it around for one more day, like I will need to do over and over again for a long, long time.
Yesterday while Finn was doing this....
...I was working on this.
- Wouldn't these sticks and this copper planter make a cute centerpiece?
- I'm glad this wool sweater is washed and out to dry now.
- Why does a family of four need this many instruction manuals and warranties?
- How can I transform this simple growth chart into a really cool one?
So, there. Now you know what I'm up to today in this swirling, jumbled state-of-mind.
I think some days we just need a little scatter-brained-ness to process everything that we've got going on. Don't you?
Also standard public get-up: no make-up. I feel like I'm Amish or maybe just albino when I go out like this. Hey, it goes with the simplicity of the country scenery, right?
It's the end of an era. The Lightning McQueen shoe summer. This weekend we said good-bye (actually I said good-bye) to the shoes Finn has loved the entire Summer. His toes were poking out the ends and his feet stunk like nobody's business. No one was around when I silently threw these babies in the trash.
Can somebody pinch me? I was in dreamland today at Unique Thrift (remember half price Mondays? Well....they're back!) Some great finds from today: a beautiful vintage ballerina paint-by-number.
With four and a half weeks to go, my belly has become the center of life in our home. Not only do I feel the life within me moving and occupying my inner sanctum of the womb, but Finn and Lucy love to touch and feel my belly too. "Baby," points Lucy (sometimes to my chest, when I then redirect her to my belly). And, who knew that pregnant bellies make great parking spots for matchbox cars?
My only dilemma (aside from the constant rearranging of pillows while sleeping) is what to name this precious babe. I have a name in my head, but I'm not sure it's "the one." I know a few women who say they don't even share any of the names they're considering for their impending arrival. But, I figured I'd get the blogging world's opinion on this baby boy's name. Who knows, maybe one of you will be the proud namer of this next child-o-mine.
So, what say ye? What do you think we should name this boy?
- eating while sitting on any adult's lap.... ("yap" she calls it)
- eating raisins, fruit snacks, anything you give to her in a bag
- her brother Finn
- her Daddy: she is 100% a Daddy's girl
- taking baths
- riding in the stroller...she is a sitter in contrast to Finn who is an active mover
- shoes, any kind, anyone's, any size
- having books read to her
She is sweet and also sassy. Sometimes I want to put a leash on her so she won't get into everything I'm trying to do. Other times, she just sits still in my lap as good as gold.
Thanks for providing lots of energy and sweetness to our family, Lil' Luce!
Saturday I was cleaning the bathroom when downstairs I hear a loud thud! on the hardwood floor. I heard the initial cry-out, then a really long pause, then the floodgates opened and Lucy was in a full-teary-eyed screaming fit. She must have been roughhousing a little too much with her older brother. Poor thing. I've never seen a bigger goose egg. She got plenty of Tylenol and TLC after that.
The letter-loving mother.
The hip girlie one.
And, I've had cake plates on the brain too lately.
And last night I discovered an easy solution to having a practically bare fridge. It's called beans and rice, but it's more than just that (maybe Sarah's Hot Pot?).