It has been nothing but crickets around here and I honestly can’t believe I took so much time away from writing in this space, however, it was very needed. I cleaned out my entire house, spent a lot of time with my babies, went on a beach trip with Ryan and really just got caught up and organized in my personal life which has been neglected for a while and desperately needed to get done. So, while I was taking time away from the blog, I was most definitely working on our home. haha This week, my babies went back to school and I might have teared up a little bit. I’m sure the waterworks will come more next year, but for now, I have a preschooler! The time has flown! How did my baby get to be so big?
Well, I’ve officially joined the thirty club! I honestly was feeling a lot of dread a couple of years ago knowing that I was so close to 30 but feeling more like 18. Can anyone else relate? It’s like I woke up one day fully expecting to still be in college, but somehow ended up married with three kids. haha I honestly could not feel more blessed and as I woke up this morning, all I felt was gratitude. Grateful for my family’s health, my husband, my babies, good friends, and a wonderful extended family. Grateful for our jobs that are too fun to feel like work. Just grateful. I wanted to stop and thank you guys, too. Y’all have no idea how much you mean to me. I love this community. Interacting with y’all through DMs and emails is literally what I look forward to most every day (other than spending time with my kids, of course). I will answer some of your questions from IG at the bottom of this post, so be sure to read to the end!
The last couple of days have been a whirlwind of excitement and changes. Some of our best friends welcomed a sweet baby girl into the world, Hampton went to his new classroom to meet his teacher and Weston had his nine month appointment! We also got some exciting news for Ryan that was really wonderful! It is a reminder of how blessed we truly are. Honestly, it’s easy to say that when things are going well, but things haven’t been sparkly and shiny, lately.
Our mornings are about to get a little bit busier when school starts next week. Hamp will start 3K and Sophie will start 2K. That means getting back on a schedule and not as much time in the mornings to get things done around the house. One of the first things I tend to cut out when we are in a hurry and on the go is my breakfast. I make sure the kids are dressed and fed and backpacks and lunch boxes are full, but I normally throw on something easy and skip breakfast. I have already started stocking up on on-the-go breakfasts for the next couple of weeks because I am determined to take a little better care of myself this year.
When I was trying to think of a Motherhood war story to share with y’all, the first one that popped in my mind was our most recent experience with my beautiful two-year-old daughter. The first words I thought of to describe this experience was “the terrible awful” – a phrase straight from the book and movie, The Help. Since reading the book several years ago, I have used this term many times to describe certain situations that end in a less than desirable way. So, without further ado, let me tell you about our day that ended with a family pizza night.
Our First Trip to the Dentist.