There will always be things we take for granted in life. It’s just human nature to focus on the seemingly more important things rather than the things we do everyday. I bet you’ve never thought about how many times you’ve held your father’s hand, or remember what it felt like to be that little kid looking up at him walking hand-in-hand down the street. I certainly didn’t. Just like I didn’t know 14 years ago today, that it would be the last Father’s Day I’d be spending with my dad. He had been battling stomach cancer for two years and just had a major surgery that we were so hopeful would give him a second chance at life. I had just graduated from UT and it meant so much for him to see me walk across that stage and accept my diploma. Something he wrote in my graduation card has always stuck with me: “Raising you has been my greatest success in life.” Fast forward to later that summer, his health had quickly deteriorated and I’d moved back home to spend what we all knew were his last days with us. Although I don’t think any of us would have ever expected what happened next.
This post is sponsored by Gerber® but the content and opinions expressed here are my own.
This June marks two years since we left LA. Two years since we decided to move in with family here in Houston, and essentially put the breaks on life as we knew it. At the time it felt both exciting and confusing. We were excited to embark on a whole new chapter in life together, even though it was as if we’d made it to Chapter 27 and decided to go back and re-read the first chapter. Which leads me to the confusing part. We knew it was the right decision for our family as a whole, but as individuals we couldn’t help but feel like we were giving up a huge part of our self-identity. But that’s just the thing, when you become a parent – nothing, literally nothing, stops you from making the best choice for your kids. As hard as we knew it was going to be to say goodbye to the high-profile jobs, the lime-light, and pretty much the most gorgeous place to live – there really was no question at the end of the day that moving back home to Houston was where we needed to be.
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So much changes when you have another child, and not just in the conventional ways. Sure there’s always a period of adjustment, especially when you wait almost 4 years to have another. It’s like just the right amount of time to get used to having an only child, and then wham – everything changes with the birth of a new baby. I still remember my hubs having a little heart-to-heart with me before the baby came, after I expressed some insecurities and anxieties I’d been feeling in one of my more honest pregnancy posts. And like always, we tackled this new phase in life as a team and figured out ways he could start helping out more with Garrett. One way we knew we had to tackle was bedtime. I’d gotten into the habit of laying with Garrett in his bed every night until he fell asleep – and it doesn’t take a genius to realize that was not gonna fly once a baby was in the picture. So Grant started taking over with Garrett at night which at first I was sad about, because it was just another thing to remind me that he was growing up and didn’t need me as much anymore. But then a funny thing happened – I got to witness the most special bond developing between a father and his son right before my eyes.
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It’s crazy to me to think that we’ve lived in our little fixer upper for nearly a year and half now. We’ve pretty much finished all of the major work we wanted to do on the house, including some outside lighting that my hubs just installed. It’s pretty amazing what a big impact a small thing like lighting can make on a home, and we actually wish we’d done it sooner. In fact, we were just saying how it’s got to be our favorite thing we’ve done that gave us the most bang for our buck. It’s funny the things you start paying attention to once you’re a homeowner. Ever since we moved from a 1 BR apt in LA to our first home in the suburbs of Houston, I’ve come to appreciate the fine art of saving money. One way that’s been the easiest, is saving on those home essentials that you know you’ll always need like toilet paper/paper towels. My favorite products are Scott and I love that you can conveniently buy them at Amazon.com and have them shipped directly to your door step. We call that a “mom win.”
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If you read my last post, you might have gathered we’ve been at the doctor’s office quite a bit lately. Poor lil Cha Cha was sick so many times I had to keep moving her 9 month appointment. It’s pretty bad when you’re on a first-name basis with the ladies at the front desk, and they all rejoice when you actually come in for a “well” visit. Let’s just say, the end of the school year aka “germ central station,” couldn’t come fast enough – if only for the pure fact that my kiddos (and the hubs and I) can now enjoy the next three months of summer sick-free.
Well, I had every intention of doing one of these posts when Charlotte turned 9 months old – but wowzas, the last month has been a doozy. Poor Cha Cha was practically sick the entire 9th month of her life – a terrible UTI that had us in and out of the Ped’s office 20 billion times, a crazy virus that had Charlotte’s fever spiking to 104 in the night, and made its rounds to each of us which was super fun. She also started to crawl which was exciting…until it wasn’t. This girl is into e-ver-y-thinggggg. I honestly don’t think I baby proofed one thing (ok, maybe the stove/oven) with Garrett, but with Charlotte – let’s just say, I “Amazon Primed” toilet lid clamps after a certain someone decided it would be fun to go splashing in the half bathroom when mommy wasn’t looking (gross).
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I’ve got a mom car. There, I said it. After my first was born there was a period of denial, but once that second baby came – bam, it hit me. Yup, total mom car. And you know how I know? My four year old started saying things like “Mama, your car kinda smells like trash.” Followed by my hub’s disapproving glances and likening the stench to black licorice. Greeeaaaat. Or it could’ve been when my favorite purse, “car lipstick,” and sunglasses got outnumbered by a giant diaper bag, hot wheels, and teethers. It all happened so fast, like a Texas tornado, and there was no time for mourning – only acceptance, and ultimately pride. That’s right, I’m dang proud of that mom car of mine and I’m not afraid to say it. So raise your hand if you’ve ever been personally victimized by your kids, husband, or worse – another mom (you like that Mean Girls reference ;). I see you mama, and I’m here to show you 5 ways to “own” that mom car of yours. Cuz ain’t nobody got time for a car wash.
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By now you’ve probably seen the Luvs diapers commercial showing the first-time mom totally over-reacting and sanitizing everything, and then the second-time mom hands her kid off to the dirty mechanic. Yep, that pretty much sums up the neurotic things that go through your mind as a first-time mom. No matter how many times or how many moms tell you not to worry about said things, nothing can control the overactive mind of a woman who’s just given birth to a tiny human. Not even my well-intentioned husband who I trust more than my own self half the time, can curb the nonsense that came out of my mouth after our first was born. Let’s take a quiz shall we? And be honest, how many of these twelve are you guilty of?
p.s. Don’t worry, a 12 out of 12 just means you’re just as nuts as the rest of us 😉
Before I was a mom, Mother’s Day just always seemed like that silly holiday that reminded you to buy your mom a nice card, maybe a little gift, and take her out to dinner to thank her for being your mom. Then, once I became a mom, I suddenly felt like all those Mother’s Days I’d shared with my own mom seemed so trite. Like all the well-meaning Hallmark cards in the world couldn’t possibly reflect the amount of gratitude she deserved for raising three kids all those years. And now that I’m a mom of two, I’ve finally figured it out. Mother’s Day isn’t just that holiday that falls on the second Sunday of May every year. The “real” Mother’s Day happens 24/7, 365 days a year. I get that now, and because I’m coming off one particularly challenging week leading up to Mother’s Day – allow me to enlighten you…
This post is sponsored by Happy Family Yogurt but the content and opinions expressed here are my own.
There are few things I love more in life than spending Sundays with my family. It’s the one day of the week I know I can look forward to the hubs being home. He works an erratic schedule most days, but we can always count on at least having Sundays at home together. Our favorite thing to do is sit and eat a big breakfast in our sunny dining room, where Grant loves to serve up his famous blueberry and cinnamon pancakes.