Wednesday, March 28

Confession & Nyah Photos

Confession time over here. Gotta get some stuff off my chest. And of course in the grand scheme of things, anything I mention in this post is absolutely miniscule. But I have to admit that I think I have self diagnosed blogger burnout. As in I am so tired of hearing my own voice, my own thoughts, ideas, and opinions. I am bored with myself but I feel a certain guilt when I take long hiatus from the blog, like I'm a blogging failure, a total drop out.  I know there are family members out there waiting to see what is going on with the children they love and I feel like I am letting them down when I don't produce. 


So I am going to get back to basics. Get back to what this little blog was intended to be about. Remember what I wrote in my first post ever?


My main reason for starting this blog is to make sure our family, both near and far, can share in   our life. I know I am not the blogging type, I am not a writer nor do I claim to be. I am using this blog as journal to record this beautiful life I have been blessed to live. I don't want to forget a single second. I also think it will be nice for the girls to look back and see what inspired and motivated me at this time in my life. So this blog is for our girls, my family, and me. Enjoy if you choose.

So that is what I will be providing from now on. Little updates of the kids here and there, weekly? Monthly? Who knows. When I get time to collect my thoughts and then type those thoughts is probably when it will happen. But those moments seem to be few and far lately. 

Elsa is in such an active, curious, talkative and awesome phase right now (like always) and the time she is awake is precious and I want to give her 100% of me. Jude needs so much love an attention right now (as always) so that means I am constantly loving on him/holding him during his waking hours so that means I have to get busy doing the stuff that makes our family clean and healthy during nap time. And when Ny gets home from school, it is on. Referee, judge, and chef me is needed and I have to be on top of my game. 

So, hopefully this is just a passing thing and I will get my time and inspiration back, but who knows. Thats the funny thing about me and creativity. It seems to come and go. With the blog the creativity in me stuck around for almost a good two years. Lets see what the future holds.

With that being said. Here is a little Nyah photo update. She has turned into the ultimate babysitter, specializing in little brothers...
For the record, the little leopard number Ny is wearing is a hand me down and is worn inside the house only. George almost choked the first time he saw it and naturally, Nyah adores it.

Wednesday, March 21

Friday, March 16

The Three Of Us

The things we do while Nyah is away.


In the morning.
Play
Chew
Fix boo boos
Do tricks
And after nap.
Play hide-n-seek
Jump on the bed
Everything is different when Nyah is away. The energy, the dynamic, and the way they play is a little quieter, a little calmer. Elsa seems to just be trying to pass the time until her sister gets home again. We miss her so much when she is away. And soon Elsa will join Nyah at the ol' preschool. Not sure what I'll do then. 

Monday, March 5

Our Vanity

I am not sure if I've put this out there yet, maybe in passing, or maybe I've purposely kept it to myself. I guess I haven't said it loud and proud because it has taken me awhile to come into my own in this area of life. 


I put it off and put it off, knowing it was the inevitable when we found out we were expecting Jude. I put it off so much that we didn't pull the trigger until the day Jude was born. You heard right. As in push baby out. Check. Bond with baby. Check. Go buy mini van. Check. All in a days work, thanks to George. 


We saw Jude and panicked and new we had to have a way to get our boy home from the hospital that didn't involve squeezing a car seat into the back seat of our truck. Thank goodness for those post delivery endorphins, where everything is grand, "What pain of pushing out a 10 pound baby naturally? In fact, lets have another baby!" or I might have never agreed to purchase a family vehicle. 


Not sure what my reservations were. Probably just all that is associated with a mom who drives a mini van. I had the idea that there would be nothing cool about it. That I was all but throwing in the towel to a life of blahness, soccer balls, Baby On Board sign stuck to the back window, and a life lived in mom jeans.


It wasn't until recently after spending some time in the South, where huge SUVs rule the roads, that I have really started to actually embrace my role as mini van driver. And dare I say, that I now drive proudly from point A to point B? Yikes. 


When I pull up to preschool pickup flanked by monster SUV's, I am always reminded why I love everything the mini van stands for. Comfort for my kids, convenience, and practicality. Because hello, Yukon XL, I mean is any of that really necessary. What is the purpose? And if you drive a monster SUV, more power to you, but I will most definitely be walking with my head held high when we meet at the gas pump. 
There is one other mini van driving parent at Nyah's school (yes, only one) and our mini vans are what sparked our bond. Outcasts stick together. And yes, we have fist pumped each other after pressing our automatic doors as we watch our kids poured in from a distance.
Nyah calls our van, "Vanity" which couldn't be more appropriate.
I guess you could say its official. I have crossed over. Judge as you might. But how far we've come from the days of strapping the car seat into the back of the Jeep.

Friday, March 2

His Eighth Month

Both of our girls' eighth month of life was defined by their mobility. But so far, Jude's seems to continue to revolve around snuggling with his Momma. Life is good but I feel like I haven't had the chance to put any of it down because my arms continue to be forever full. Not a bad problem to have, I know. But naptime is now solely dedicated to catching up on everything. 


Life from my point of view.
Jude is not crawling, yet. I am sure the fact that he doesn't like to play on the floor alone for longer than 10 minute spurts (if I am within eyesight) might have something to do with it. He seems to be in no rush to get moving and hasn't even discovered the fun rocking on his hands and knees. He is in no rush.

When I put him down. 
But then with a little sweet talking he can look like this thirty-seconds later. What am I supposed to do?
Jude has madman curiosity. As in must have anything within reach in his hands and in his mouth now, including place mates under full plates of food, Elsa's hair (one of his favorites), and shoelaces, just to name a few of his favorites. 
He is eating little crackers and things he can feed himself but still isn't really into the mashed baby food thing. I feeling like I am forcing him anytime I feed him and I am not into forcing my kids to do things I want them to do. It never really works out for me. He will probably be like the rest and go right for rice and beans. Where's Grandma when we need her?
Elsa calls him, "BayJude", short for baby Jude and Nyah calls him, "He's just sooo cute!" in her highest pitched voice. Nyah constantly tells him how proud of him she is which is beyond sweet. He is sleeping so much better, waking only 2-3 times per night which we are celebrating. Feels good to feel human again. 
Just a few observations.

Where Elsa was complete joy from birth, Jude makes up for with the gentle way he touches my faces, finds the sweet nook of my neck to snuggle into, or flashes his wide dimpled smile at me as our eyes meet the moment I discover he has been watching me do what I am doing from across the room. 


Where Nyah was demanding as a baby, Jude might have her beat. Jude is the quiet balance to the girls' constant chatter. Where the girls' were mobile early on, Jude has them beat with brute strength, loyalty and his curiosity. 


So drastically different each of them are but one thing is constant, their sweet smiles. Jude's is by far the widest but they all have a way of wiping the slate clean, refreshing my mind, and bringing me back to a state of calm, better prepared to face the next challenge the day will inevitably bring.

Happy eight month of life to you our littlest love, you are our joy.

Here is a quick video of Jude lately. The video is horrible. Part was filmed in the dark, (what was I thinking?) but behold the sweetest voice ever and hey, he might not crawl, but he sure can jump.


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