Let’s face it. Some days, being a mom is tough. Some days it isn’t fun at all. Some days are monumental. Full of big “firsts” or special occasions. But most days just are. Nothing special. Nothing monumental. Just regular old days. Since most days are just normal, it’s important to learn to celebrate those days… Continue reading Little Moments in Lowe’s
I’m told that all babies are born with this. The only comfort that brings me is knowing that I’m not the only one to be tortured. “That just means he’s intelligent!”, my parents tell me. Well, if curiosity indicates intelligence, I’ve got a regular Einstein on my hands. I call it the Garden of Eden… Continue reading Garden of Eden Syndrome
Flashback. Parker holding Lincoln for the first time. If you listen closely, you’ll hear him say, “He’s prefect!”. Such a sweet moment. Those newborn days go by way too quickly.
Since becoming a parent I feel that I am constantly having revelations about my own childhood, and more specifically, what my parents went through. There are just some things that don’t make sense until you’ve lived them. I think my brother Tyler was about 2 or 3 years old. He was old enough to understand… Continue reading I Get It Now
Squash face. (Taken with instagram)
(Taken with instagram)
Obviously not napping…
Before I had Lincoln, I almost never used the camera on my cell phone. Maybe it’s the photographer in me, but I just couldn’t bring myself to use that awful little thing. Now it’s full of photos of my baby boy. I was flipping through the gallery this week, and it was pretty amazing. It… Continue reading The Cell Phone Gallery
Summer is almost over, but we have one more hoorah coming up. We’re leaving for the beach this weekend! It hasn’t been a normal summer around here, because a normal summer includes lots of pool & beach time for Mike & me, but nothing gets to be normal when you have a newborn! Anyways, a… Continue reading Summer Fun
Having a baby changes everything, including car rides. The first four weeks of Lincoln’s life, he slept during every car ride. Somewhere around the four week mark, he decided that he didn’t really care for the car anymore. And how did he choose to express his dislike of this? By screaming his head off, of… Continue reading White Noise
