28 November 2012

Sick Days


We have colds at our house this week.  

The only thing worse than a sick mama with two sick babies is if a sick daddy joins us.  No one wants a sick daddy!

I don't think it's quite fair for moms that we don't get sick days.  I mean, practically every other job in the western world allows for sick time.  You call in and you say, "Hey, I'm sick."  And that's that.

But not stay-at-home moms!  We don't have the option to spend the day sleeping, trying to recover.  We have to get up and go about our normal 12(ish)-hour work day with a two-hour break during nap time.  If we're lucky, we might get to spend that precious time napping... but if we do, our house looks like a tornado ripped through it.  At least mine does.

I rarely contemplate the benefits of not being a stay-at-home mom.  Honestly, I wouldn't trade it for the world.  I know it's not for everyone, but it's definitely for me and I couldn't imagine it any other way. 

But when a sick day rolls around... I wish I could actually take a sick day.

Since I can't, I guess I'll drink some more Emergen-C and take some more decongestant while attempting to sleep during nap time instead of blogging.  Whoops.

19 November 2012

My Morning

I'm a lucky mama.

Today, I get to spend the day with Superman and Giggle Girl.

Superman flies around the room wreaking havoc, while Giggle Girl attempts to walk and/or play with her toys.  She is largely unsuccessful in both areas, thanks to Superman.

I was able to capture a few minutes of my morning on video.

I tried to get some footage of Giggle Girl walking, but every time she got close, Superman whooshed in  and knocked her over.  And here I thought he was supposed to save people! ;)

Hallie started taking steps all on her own on Friday.  She literally went from zero walking on Thursday to four or five steps at a time on Friday.  She was playing in Bubba's truck (while he was watching a show) and just climbed out and took four steps before falling.  This was repeated multiple times, much to my unbelieving eyes.

I'll admit it.  I cried briefly -- happy/sad tears.

Since Friday, she's been gradually extending her walking spurts and now she can get halfway across a room before she falls.  Sunday, when I picked her up from the nursery at church, she practically ran to me.  What?!

As much as I thought I wasn't ready for this next step (no pun intended!), I'm so excited and happy for my little girl.  She's doing something big and she knows it!

12 November 2012


Yesterday, my car was robbed.

I can't say "broken into" because I forgot to lock it.  I always lock my car.  And I forgot.

Once I realized what had happened, I wanted to cry.  I felt so violated.  People had been in my car, rustling through my stuff and had taken whatever they wanted.  My basic human right to own property had been disregarded.  Everything was gone.

Well, not everything.  The thieves had thankfully left the car seats and had not bothered taking anything that was actually installed, like the radio and DVD player (although they did make off with the DVD remote and two bluetooth headphones -- although I can't know why a remote would be of any value without the player).

I have so much to be thankful for.  It shouldn't matter that I'm now a few things poorer.  But it somehow does!  It matters because my things were unlawfully taken.  My rights were encroached upon. And I can't do anything about it.

There had been no consideration that some of the stuff had still been in the birthday bags from Hallie's party that evening. Seriously, what kind of people steal a baby's birthday gifts?!  Still in the bags?!  This was probably the most upsetting to me.  Her pretty little outfits that she hadn't even had a chance to wear -- gone.  And probably to fund someone's drug addiction.

Along with Hallie's gifts, they stole a bag of Gabriel's clothes and his DVDs -- all of them Christmas and birthday gifts and obviously belonging to a little kid (if the two car seats weren't hints enough).  Needless to say, it was a long four-hour trip home from Dallas with no entertainment for a restless two-year-old.

Yesterday was a bad day.  Every time I thought of the robbery, I felt like crying.  I realize how silly that sounds, considering nothing of real value was taken.  It could have been a lot worse.  Drew left his wallet and Blackberry in the car the night before.  Fortunately, I happened to grab them and stick them in my purse.  It was an afterthought.  I almost left them.

They could have vandalized the car, but they didn't.  They just raided the inside, leaving minimal damage where they ripped the remote out of the ceiling.

Honestly, if they had really wanted to, the thieves could have made off with the entire car.  The valet key was right there in the glovebox, which they had emptied.

I should be thankful that nothing irreplaceable was stolen, that nothing was damaged.  And I am.  I just have to keep reminding myself in the midst of an overwhelming sense of violation and indignation (and guilt that I forgot to lock the car):

I have so much to be thankful for.  I can't -- and won't -- let a little thing like a car robbery rob me of my thankfulness.

06 November 2012

I'm Not Ready!

I don't know when it happened, when my newborn baby girl grew into an infant, then a baby, and who is now on the brink of toddlerhood.

I just blinked.

And now she's a year old.

I don't think a mama is ever ready for her baby to turn one, but somehow, it didn't come so much as a surprise with Gabriel.  I guess I was probably as prepared for his first birthday as any mommy can be.  I look back and remember feeling excited that we were entering a new phase of life and development.  There was a little nostalgia, but mostly anticipation.

Life has moved too fast for me this past year.

Time should have slowed down, taking into account that I have an attention-hungry toddler.  I haven't been able to focus on Hallie as much as if she'd been my first.  As a result, I feel like I've missed so much.  Mostly little things, but we all know the little things are sometimes the most important.  Like...

when she became obsessed with baby dolls...
when she started to love cuddling with mama...
when she learned how to give hugs and kisses...
when she began imitating everything her brother does or says...

When did she turn into a little girl?!

I don't want her to stay a baby forever.  I'm not naive.  I'm just not ready.

I'm not ready to say goodbye to Baby Hallie.  I'm not ready for that now-familiar-but-still-new phase.  I'm not ready for walking and talking and growing up.  All I want is for time to slow down for a few weeks so that I can enjoy this last little stage of baby before she turns into a toddler.  Once we leave this stage, there is no going back.

But, of course, there is no slowing down time.  I know this by now.  I just can't help wishing for it.

I celebrated with her today.  It was hard not to, watching her get excited about blueberry muffins and a new baby doll and a strawberry cupcake just for her.  Nevertheless, there was much more nostalgia on my end than there was on Gabriel's first birthday.

I think I'll end this post now before I get too melancholy.  Birthdays are, after all, happy events. :) I'll leave everyone with pictures of my little beauty.  Enjoy!

Less than 12 hours old.
Easter 2012 (five months).
One of my absolute favorites (9 months).
First cupcake!
Such a happy birthday girl! 

01 November 2012

My Vision

Second Corinthians 12:9 is the heart behind my blog.  It completely sums up my life being a wife and mommy -- failing daily because of sin and weakness, but knowing that His grace is enough for me.

I want to have grace like that.  Grace for myself, my husband, and my kids.  Freely I have received, so freely I want to give.

My vision for this blog is an outlet for me to share my life.  I want to share funny stories, sad stories, and happy stories.  I want to share God stories.  I want to share stories of His grace with me and (hopefully) my grace with others.

This is a place for me to be transparent and open.  I hope y'all don't mind my honesty. :)