Happy Tears

First big family outing this past Sunday. We all headed to church, where Ice Cream did NOT sleep, so I walked around with her nearly the whole time, and don’t really even know what the sermon was about, lol! But it was still great to get out of the house (plus we ate lunch at a park afterward and the older girls played and played, and I enjoyed the beautiful weather!!!).

During worship, which I was able to be a part of, we sangΒ  the most perfectly fitting song…Matt Redman’s “Never Once.” Here it is if you’ve never heard it.

As we sang:

“Standing on this mountaintop
Looking just how far we’ve come
Knowing that for every step
You were with us…

Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say…

Never once did we ever walk alone.”

I couldn’t help thinking about the struggles we had as we tried for a baby, and the losses that left us a little scarred, but the amazing, incredible, perfect blessing that little Ice Cream is, and the beautiful reality that God was with us every step of the way as we hoped and prayed for her!!!

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She’s Here!!!

Just a quick post to announce the birth of our precious Ice Cream!!!

IMG_1337blesscoShe was born on October 22nd. So far life with 3 kids hasn’t been too rough…I mean sure there’s the spit up, and the poo explosions, and the having to get up with her over and over all night…and Boo, who has been the baby for 4 years, sometimes feeling not super happy about the new baby taking so much of Mommy’s attention. But so far Daddy has been home the whole time letting me sleep in or take naps, doing all the cooking and cleaning and errand running and pretty much ALL THE THINGS, since I’ve been recovering from a c-section. So we’ll see how things go once he has to go back to work next week. This is where if I were on facebook or twitter I’d put a bunch of hashtags like #nervous #somebodyhelpme #gonnaneedcoffee. πŸ˜‰

IMG_1493cbeachyArtist and Boo really are incredibly doting sisters…sometimes super overly doting, driving me kinda crazy…but it’s very sweet.

Oh, and I’ve finally stopped getting headaches every day like I did while I was pregnant…and possibly more importantly, I can once again truly enjoy the coffee that I WANTED while pregnant, cause I’ve always been a coffee lover, but could only finish half a cup of, max, before it started to make me feel sick. πŸ˜€

Aaaaand…Ice Cream is growing restless in the wrap where she’s been sleeping happily…and is apparently hungry, so that’s all for now.

Stick a Fork in Me

I am sooooo DONE! 37 weeks today, but I feel like 42. (Don’t quote me on that, I’m sure 42 is way way way worse!)

But seriously, I’ve never felt so OVER being pregnant, lol! Just incredibly uncomfortable, difficulty sleeping blah blah blah….painful braxton hicks…and I’ve done the whole nesting thing….I’m talking 3am counter scrubbing. Yeeeeeaaaaah.

And the hormones. Oy with the poodles already! Let’s just say, at this point, until Ice Cream is here, you’re safest standing at a distance and tossing me cheese and apples unless you want me to either snap at you or start bawling uncontrollably.

OK, well, in the hopes that this is my FINAL pregnancy post and soon I’ll be sharing pics of Ice Cream, here’s a pic of my tummy which Misteris very kindly painted like a pumpkin because I demanded begged him to!

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Full of Good Intent?

Super rare moment this past weekend, a trip to Target ALONE. To buy nail polishes and manicure stuff! It was basically a holiday! On the way home, blaring Sarah Bareilles “King of Anything” I decided that’s going to be my new theme song when it comes to all the judgmental parenting junk people feel the need to spew all the time.

Here it is if you’ve never heard it:

I especially love this part:

“You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best

But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset”

dohGuess what?!?! You cannot POSSIBLY know what is best for my family. And yeah, I’m far from perfect (shocker, right?). But unless I ASK you, then don’t vomit your opinion all over me.

Actually, though, that’s hardly ever happened to me. At least now that I’ve stopped wasting my time on an online discussion board for area moms where people could somehow turn a post about my kid’s runny nose into a debate on vaccinating, sleep training, breastfeeding, and junk food. πŸ˜‰

Here’s what I see a TON of though…and I’ve gotten pretty sick of it (even though I know I’ve been guilty of it myself). It’s the blanket statements like “I can’t believe ANY mom would do that.” Or, “Ugh some people are such horrible, awful parents, I just saw someone do this thing that I’ve decided is the worst thing any parent could possibly do.”

But here’s the thing. I don’t know the whole story. I’m not walking in that mom’s shoes. And so so so many times I read those kinds of statements from friends and acquaintances and think, “Yeeeaaaah, well, I’ve done that…so do you think I’m an awful Mom?”

monkeyWhen Artist was a baby, we had this little monkey backpack and it’s tail had a handle so she could wear it and we could hold onto the tail and stay connected. She LOOOVED wearing it (Now, knowing about SPD, possibly the gentle pressure of it felt soothing). She wore it pretty often when we were out…until a friend made a statement completely raking moms over the coals for using a “leash” on their kid like an animal because that was completely inhumane and awful…and they were obviously just too lazy to actually hold their kid’s hand like any decent parent would. And from then on, I felt self conscious letting her wear it in public, even though SHE wanted to. I was worried that I would be judged as an awful parent for doing what worked for us. πŸ™

Of course, in the last 5 years I’ve had to pretty much get over caring what others think of my parenting. So, you think breastfeeding in public is gross? Sorry, my baby is hungry and I’m not taking my toddler and infant into the bathroom, so just move along and mind your own business. How could any Mom let their 6 year old eat nothing but french fries for lunch? Well, she has Sensory Processing Disorder with atypical aversive food anxiety…and at a lot of restaurants that’s the only thing she’ll eat. So, if I want to get to hang out with my friends at Chic-Filet and have an adult conversation and stay sane, my kiddo is going to eat french fries for lunch.

And you know what, you can go ahead and post about it on Facebook and let everyone know about the horrible awful parent you just saw. Maybe you’ll feel better for having vented about this thing you witnessed that for some reason got you all worked up. At this point in my mothering journey, if I read it, I’ll probably shrug it off…but maybe one of your other friends will now start turning down play dates at restaurants cause she’s worried about being judged for doing what works for her. Just some food for thought. Now to try to get Boo to stop doing her naked booty dance all over the house and put her panties on! πŸ˜€

Sometimes…

You gotta do what you gotta do! Especially when there are pregnancy hormones involved!

IMG_6639cFor 30 minutes earlier all I heard was, “Moooooooooom, I’m hungry!” (2 minutes after lunch)

“Moommmyyyyyyy! I want to play a different game!” “MOM! She’s rolling her brains!” (Don’t ask!!!)

Oh my word!Β  I COULD.NOT.TAKE another second of it. So like a mature adult, I locked myself in my bedroom for 10 minutes. Seriously.

 

P.S. Enjoy the random pic…I just can’t make myself publish a pic-less post.Β  πŸ˜‰