So, I was talking to the Ladies over at one of my favorite charities about an upcoming event. I was holding Dubs’ and noticed he needed a diaper change. We finished our conversation, I said my good-byes and headed to the truck to change his diaper.
Since my mommy has done zero about my blog debut, I decided to do it myself.
Now that I am days away from being 6 months old, I thought I would share some fun facts about me otherwise it may never happen.
I’m just saying.
I thought it would be cool to highlight some of the more memorable moments of 2015 I never got around to documenting. Sure, it’s March but, I had another baby so, better late than never, right? 🙂
Here are some of my favorites…
If you are like me you are ecstatic to be pregnant and plan to share your good news when YOU are ready. Problem is, well…life and with the holidays in full effect you may wonder a bit how you are going to keep your early stages of pregnancy under wraps with all the festivities.
Often times when we think of hand-me-downs, material items come to mind. Things. The problem with things…they can be lost, damaged or stolen.
The Daily Prompt asked, “Tell us about some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.” I decided to share a few verbal hand-me-downs that have stayed with me through the years.
From My Grandma Josie:
“Never love a man more than you love yourself.”
“One of the reasons I decided to marry your Grandpa was because he was sincere.”
“Don’t expect to be paid for everything you do.”
“Praying is your letter to God.”
From My Mom:
“I know you think you are too impatient to be a Mother, but I see the capacity in you. You will see it one day too.”
“The sooner you realize that life isn’t always fair the better equipped you will be to handle it.”
“I wish you could see the beauty I see when I look at you.” 🙂
There really are so many nuggets of wisdom my Mom and Grandma shared not only with me but, with so many others over the years, I could really write a longer post. Even though I selfishly wish I had more time with them both, their many hand-me-downs always provide me with what I need, when I need it most. Comfort, laughter, strength, support or direction.
And they will never be lost, damaged or stolen.
She is back.
There is always a noticeable shift in my husband’s demeanor when he begins seeing her again.
Last week, our Sweet Baby Girl turned 3 years old! Time is passing much too fast for me, I am not a fan. 😦 It seems like only yesterday I was rocking Georgia Peach as an infant. Okay, it probably was yesterday we sometimes play “Baby Goo Goo” in which she rocks HER baby (whose name is Goo Goo) and I rock her. Anyway…The Coach and I have quickly become fans of a party a few days before her birthday and having her all to ourselves on her actual birthdate. 🙂 So, in honor of our GP’s birthday, I decided to take a picture every couple of hours to document the activities of her special day.
So, I present to you… A Georgia Peach Kinda Day!
First, we dropped off The Coach at Football Camp...
Next, a stop at her special occasion only breakfast spot…
A little playtime with her bathroom toys…
And no day is complete without a little jumping…
All that jumping can make a girl hungry. Time for one of her favorite snacks…
It’s craft time!
Time for a carriage ride! Thanks to the Ladies at Plantation Carriage Company for the birthday love!
This day would NOT be complete without a little pizza. “The Lineage “with Wheat crust from YourPie is the business. Get some, for real!
Can we ride on the boat now?
Hope you had a great day, my Sweet!
When I was pregnant with GeorgiaPeach (GP), the Coach and I decided that we aka I would breastfeed our Little Peach. I made him promise me that if I wanted to quit he would remind me of the commitment I made to our family and to stay with it. Sounded simple enough to us. What could possibly go wrong?
We took a breastfeeding class. I read books and asked my Circle of Moms who had breastfed successfully and (not so successfully) what I could expect. I was as prepared as I could be. One emergency C-Section later, I was in the breastfeeding business or…so I thought.
It was a rough start for me. I was nursing GP on demand as you should but, I didn’t realize she didn’t need to nurse for an unlimited amount of time! My precious baby was channeling Clubber Lang, kinda like this scene from Rocky III.
After going to my corner and spending 3 days feeling like a human pacifier, unlike Rocky, I was ready to throw in the towel. Can I order some formula, please? And that was when all of my ‘I Just Had A Baby And She Depends On Me To Eat’ emotions came to the surface and I broke down.
Me (crying): I quit! I’m not breastfeeding anymore. I don’t know what I’m doing. And IT HURTS! Did I miss someone telling me that part?
The Coach (very concerned and looking for the slightest symptoms of Postpartum Depression): What happened?
Me (still crying): I don’t think GP is getting enough to eat, I am still waiting for my milk “to come in” and I miss my Mom! Listen, before you even start with me, I don’t have PPD so stop looking at me like that, this is normal, I JUST HAD A BABY! And no, I do NOT want to harm myself or our child, okay? I know there are other symptoms but trust me I’m fine, exhausted but, fine.
The Coach: Okay. But Babe, you don’t want to quit. You and I both know it. You are doing great, GP is definitely filling up these diapers so she is getting fed. I don’t know what you are feeling but, I will do everything I can to help and support you. Should we call someone?
The Coach: Wait. It hurts?
Me (exhausted): I don’t know who else to call! I’ve called Jesus, my Friends, the Lactation Consultant from the hospital AND I emailed the instructor from the class. I have one more day left in me and that is it!
So…I didn’t quit, my milk ‘came in’ the next morning (the way I found out was pretty hilarious but, I will spare everyone the details) and I successfully breastfed GP for the next 11 months. 🙂 But the point of this entire post is that the I felt slightly bamboozled by the masses.
Breastfeeding hurts…in the beginning.
Now, before you go all Lactation Consultant on me, hear me out.
As a first time natural “provider” of nourishment to a newborn, I had never (ahem) used my lady parts in such a capacity or as much in a short time span. Know what I mean? Even when you are doing it correctly you will be sore, in the beginning. And I had cooling pads, creams, a nursing pillow, a comfy chair, etc! The whole process took some getting used to and I was reminded that we were both learning what to do. Obviously, a number of women are not able to breastfeed for various reasons so, I get it. You have to do what works for you and YOUR family. Period.
So…I said all of that to say…if you are thinking about breastfeeding or if you just started, the truth is you will be sore and there will likely be some pain but, the experience was one I would never trade. Once I relaxed and settled in, GP and I started to work together. The pain DID go away and the experience transformed into what I envisioned all along, our first collaborative effort. 😉
Breastfeeding, in the words of Rocky Balboa, “You ain’t so bad”.
Happy Flashback Friday! 🙂
This year marked my first Valentine’s Day…with a Preschooler. A week before the big day, GeoriaPeach’s Teacher sent the Parents an email with some details for the celebration:
The party would be small and just for the kids (the last few parties families attended)
Send Valentine’s Day cards with your Child’s name in the from column only and,
Respond via email if you would be sending a treat for the class.
Perfect! Sounds easy enough.
I responded to GP’s teacher indicating that I would send some brownies bites (my contribution in ensuring the kids went home with the right amount of sugar). Now, before you judge me…I have been VERY good with sending wholesome snacks for celebrations and parties. I thought, a couple of brownies won’t hurt, right? I pulled out some old Valentine’s Day cards I had lying around the house, signed them with GP’s government name and put them in her bag for school. Simple enough for a class of 7 two year-olds, right?
Oh, Clueless Mommy, when will you learn??
When I walked into GP’s classroom to pick her up I was horrified to see ALL the cute gifts (she even got a book) and treats she had gotten from her classmates! They wouldn’t even all fit in her book bag.
All I sent were cheesy Sports Themed cards, which aren’t exactly a reflection of her current interests or activities. Boo! She loves ballet, Doc McStuffins and Bubble Guppies.
But the absolute best part of the day was this conversation with GP’s Teacher.
Teacher: You guys must not give GP donuts?
Me: No, it is a pretty rare occasion if she has one. Why? What happened?
Teacher: Well, one of the Parents brought in some Munchkins for our party. She ate 3 of them right away so, we had to cut her off. We cleaned her face and clothes, she had powdered sugar all over.
Me (laughing): Oh, Lord!
I turned to look at GP, she and the other girls were running around in a circle out of control. I guess the other Mom thought, a couple of donuts won’t hurt, right?
I felt like Ricky Bobby.
Happy New Year! We are gearing up for an unprecedented year of success and positive growth in all aspects of our lives. We wish nothing but the same for you and your family!
Normally, I don’t ‘do’ resolutions but, this year I decided I would give it a try. First, I started with a little bit of research on where this tradition came from in the first place. According to History.com, the practice can be traced back to ancient Babylon when their resolutions were as discernible as vowing to return borrowed farm equipment. Oddly enough, I probably know someone who would legitimately state this as a New Year’s Resolution, TODAY. Resolutions through the ages. 🙂
Spending less and saving more
Enjoying life to the fullest
Staying fit and healthy
Most know, I “grew up” in corporate America and have written performance goals for my teams (and myself) more than I care to even count. So seeing these types of “goals” makes me want to vomit. There is nothing actionable about them! How are you going to achieve them? Garbage.
So, I took a stab at picking something attainable this year. Here is a peek at my rough drafts…
- Take it all the way down to zero on the cussing by not cussing. I have done pretty well since the Oh, Shirt experience. So this one is doable but, I would have to actually think of more suitable words. Thinking before speaking? Seems very mature and something an adult would do. Hmmm…might be too hard. 🙂
- Stop watching all but one reality tv show by deleting all of the scheduled recordings (except for the chosen show) and NOT watching any I happen to stumble upon while channel surfing. But which one would I choose? This would leave me mostly watching Scandal, most of the line up on HGTV and The King of Queens re-runs. Are House Hunters, House Hunters International and Property Brothers considered reality tv shows? I hope not, because I’m not sure how I would fare without the Property Brothers.
Be on time by planning ahead more effectively. This will take more than a year to master and is more of a lifelong resolution. Do they have those?
Truly listening while engaged in conversations by talking less. Hmmm.
I settled on the last one. 🙂 Here’s why..
Most people always ask the Coach and I how Georgia Peach is doing and my response is usually, “She’s great but, she talks non-stop.” After I kept saying it, I started thinking that maybe she was getting it from me. Do I blah blah blah all the time? I don’t necessarily think so but, I know as well as anyone that a little introspection never hurt and with that I made a decision on my resolution. A little less noise from me isn’t the worst thing, I guess. I will just channel that noise into my writing. More fun for you. :-).
So, do you have any resolutions this year? If so, don’t let the numbers get you down. In a study conducted by the University of Scranton’s Journal of Clinical Psychology, it is estimated that of the 45% of Americans that make resolutions only 8% are successful at keeping them.
Here’s to the 8%!
Oh and I decided to dial back my cussing too. 🙂