My poor girl isn’t feeling too hot today 😭 she had a major, and I mean 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫, poopsplosion (that I’ll spare you the details on) this morning when I went to get her out of bed. Ever since then, she’s just wanted to snuggle, and now, for the first time in way too long, she’s asleep in my arms. I feel sad that she doesn’t feel well, but I’m even more sad that as I sit here holding her, I can’t remember the last time she slept in my arms. She’s two weeks away from being two years old, and I already feel like some of my first memories with her are slipping away. If this day has taught me anything, it’s to hold on. To cherish the time I’m given. You never know when something will be the last time.
Get your kids a @nuggetcomfort for no other reason than the staticky hair 🤣
If you don’t have this book, you’re doing toddlerhood alllll wrong. It is the kids’ absolute favorite! We call it the happy book because they love finding the happy baby 😭🥰 They’ll both go around all day saying, “Happy. Happy. Happy” 😍
My word for 2019 was confidence. It was the first time I’d ever selected a word and really felt the impact of that in my life. For this year, I chose intentional. I want to be more intentional in so many areas of my life. I want to be more intentional with my time, with my kids, with what I put in my body, with taking care of myself, with spending time with Jesus, and that just feels like the tip of the iceberg. I am anticipating that 2020 is going to be a year of big growth in my life, and that starts now. I can’t wait to see what this year will bring.
Before last weekend, I hadn’t picked up my camera in months. I almost considered selling it actually. But pulling it out and taking pictures of my kids, the most important people in the world to me, reminded me why I got into photography to begin with. And so I pulled it out again. To document my sweet boy and his 11 months of life. I may not do it every day or every week, but this year I’m promising myself to take the time, to take the picture, even if I end up a sweaty mess because this kid doesn’t stop moving.
Some days, you mom hard. You do all the things, read all the books, play all the games, your mom game is on 👏🏻 point. And sometimes, well, sometimes, you just survive. Sometimes, you throw the kids in the car, still in their pajamas, while you are also still in your pajamas and drive to Chick-fil-A, because if you have to mom for one more second, you might explode. Not every day is a winner. That’s ok. So, whether you had a mom hard type of day or a Chick-fil-A in your pj’s type of day, just know you still rock.