Life with 2 Under 2, So Far

Now that we’ve got 3 months under our belts and we’re starting to get into a routine, I thought I’d take a moment to reflect on things.

The other day I was thinking about the emotional breakdown I had right after finding out I was pregnant with little Ivor…when Gwen was just 6 months old. SIX MONTHS. Mind you, hormones and emotions while pregnant are not to be trusted. Everything seemed worse than it really was. Everything was heightened. I was a crazy person, not gonna lie. But I was terrified. It wasn’t that it was going to be hard, it was going to be IMPOSSIBLE. Thankfully, those thoughts didn’t last long and I was able to quickly change my attitude and start enjoying my pregnancy and looking forward to the new little life entrusted to us. I look back on that breakdown now and laugh.

Here we are now, almost a year since I saw that positive test (October 4, 2013…I’ll always remember the day!) Is it hard? At times, yes. Of course it is. But impossible? No. We’re surviving. And some days, even thriving! We have many days of dirty dishes and backed-up laundry, seeing more toys on the floor than carpet, dried up milk spots and leftover lunch scraps on the dining room floor. All while kids are screaming in the background. But then we have other days where the house is clean (it does happen, it does…I’ve just had to accept that it doesn’t last long), the kids are happy, we’re all well-rested and we survive a trip to the grocery store. I have to admit, that was one of the biggest hurdles (in my mind at least) that we have overcome. The first trip out of the house, alone, with both kids.

For awhile it was just logistically difficult. The only way it works is to have one kid (Ivor) in the Ergo and the other (Gwen) in the cart. I could’ve used the double-stroller but the basket isn’t big enough for any worthwhile food shopping. So wearing one and pushing the other makes the most sense to me. But until Ivor was big enough to fit in the Ergo without the infant insert, I avoided it. It’s been an extremely hot summer so baby-wearing isn’t a lot fun. And that insert made him even more hot, and he was so tiny he’d curl up into the fetal position, burying his head in my chest, and sweating like crazy. I was convinced he wasn’t breathing. So I didn’t go out until I could safely wear him in the Ergo without that blasted insert. And right now it’s working perfectly for us. Gwen still loves sitting in the cart and hasn’t tried to protest, preferring to walk/run around the store.

I time the trip so that they’ve both eaten and had a diaper change RIGHT before leaving the house. Ivor just sleeps peacefully in the Ergo and Gwen is her usual happy, friendly, loud self when we’re in the store. I make a list and stick to it, so I’m in and out quickly. The only minor issue we’ve run into is going through the checkout line, sometimes Ivor starts to get antsy (he prefers constant motion while being worn. If I stand around for too long he’s not happy). But at that point, I’m on my way out of the store and I don’t really care. Also, he spit-up right down my shirt once as we were walking into the store. But the beauty of the wearing him is that no one else could see it 🙂

Anyway, I say all this to say: there are challenges and hurdles, but you figure it out. You just do what you have to do, because you have to. No one else will do it for you (unless you have that kind of money, we don’t.) And the confidence you gain when you accomplish those things keeps you going and gets you over the next hurdle. I say to myself “hey, remember that time when you thought going to the store alone with the kids was impossible…well, you did it…you can do this too”.

This life with 2 under 2 really isn’t AS difficult as I thought it was going to be. It didn’t help that I read horror stories all over the internet when I first found out about little Ivor. Seriously, the first Google search I did resulted in one of those Yahoo Answers. A woman asked something like “I’m pregnant again right after having my first baby, what do I do? Any tips??” and the “best answer” was “don’t ever do that again.”

Seriously? How is that even remotely helpful???

Sorry. I get annoyed by those kinds of people. Especially after having encountered one directly (read about that here).

So let me be the one to encourage you if you find yourself in my situation (first of all, don’t listen to those internet trolls who will try to scare you, or condemn you). Having kids close together is not just do-able, it can be really enjoyable too. I think of all those other moms who have 3 under 3, or even 4 under 4, and they’re getting along just fine and wouldn’t have it any other way. Our homes may be full of chaos, but it’s a happy chaos. And I know it’s cliche, people say it all the time, but seeing your kids interact and play together “makes all those difficult times worth it”. It really does.

Gwen is starting to interact more with Ivor and it just melts my heart 🙂 I see them and think, “wow, what a blessing it is to have a sibling/playmate”. By having them close together, we’ve given them someone to grow up with, play with, fight with, scheme with, learn from, protect, defend, and love.

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There’s really a lot more to say about this and I’m sure I’ll write more posts. This is just a summary really of what life is like. There’s the whole jealousy issue we’ve dealt with, figuring out a daily routine, having 2 in cloth diapers, bedtimes, what do I actually do when BOTH kids are crying at the same time, how DOES any cleaning get done, etc. Stay tuned!

 

3 Month Update (Ivor Alan)

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This sleepy guy is 3 months old today! What a handsome, happy boy he is. Here’s what’s new:

*Well, this was new last month actually I just forgot to mention it, but he sleeps through the night! I hesitated to even mention it now though because I know how rare it is and how lucky we are. Someone in Whole Foods told me last year, when I shared that Gwen was sleeping through the night around 3 months, that I should never tell any other mom that, ever, lest they all hate me. But…she asked first! What was I going to do, lie? I’m not a liar. Sorry. You want to know how we’re all sleeping? (Let’s be honest, the topic almost always comes up after you have a baby). Well, if you ask I’m going to tell you the truth. It’s not my fault if you can’t handle it. That is all. (and for the record, we still went through some rough patches with Gwen throughout the first year, it wasn’t all happy sleepy time all the time). Anyway, I share it here so I remember (this is basically my online baby book for the kids), not to rub it in anyone’s face. I’m also well aware of possible “sleep regression” in the coming months, but for now… I am enjoying the sleep!

Moving on.

*He is so very smiley! He does have his moments- like when he’s in a particularly clingy mood and I dare leave the room without him, you’d think I just abandoned him on the street or something the way he screams and looks at me like I just betrayed him. BUT, most of the time he’s a very happy boy, giving the biggest, sweetest smiles ever. Especially when I’m changing his diaper or getting him dressed. He thinks it’s so funny when I put his shirt over head 🙂

*He loves bath time. It puts him in such a peaceful mood. He especially loves when I pour water over his head and scrub behind his ears.

*He’s becoming a lot more vocal and “talks” to the hanging toys on his swing, bouncer and play mat.

*He still won’t take a pacifier. This baffles me. I’ve tried different styles, but he isn’t interested in any of them. Either he acts like I’m trying to gag him when I stick it in his mouth, or he spits it out after a few seconds.

*Gwen is starting to “play” with him a bit more now. She makes all of her stuffed animals give him kisses (and provides kissing sound effects to go with it lol). It’s kind of adorable. And of course, he thinks it’s hilarious. It makes me sooooo look forward to when he’s a little older and really can play with her more. I was told that it will make my heart bust seeing the two of them play together, and I believe it! When Gwen walks over to him and uses her sweet higher pitched voice to talk baby talk to him and he smiles back at her……ugh. I can’t even handle that.

*He’s growing right out of his 3-month clothing already. I still haven’t put away his newborn clothes yet. I just can’t. Partly because I haven’t found the time, partly because I’m in denial that he’s not a newborn anymore.

That is all for now. Happy 3 months little dude 🙂

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1-Month Update (little Ivor)

I blinked and he’s a month old now. Seems like just yesterday I was going for walks every day trying to induce labor, thinking I’d be pregnant forever. Never mind that I didn’t even make it to my due date. For women who go past your due date, I don’t know how you stay sane! Anyway, here we are now with 4 weeks and change under our belt (and I’ve only gone for 1 walk…meh, I’ll get my groove back eventually).

I’m happy to report that we’re finally getting more sleep at night. Week 2 to 3 was by far the hardest- the worst sleeping nights of my life. He was “cluster feeding” for hours. Only taking 5-10 min breaks. I’d nurse him, he’d appear to have fallen asleep, so I’d put him down and then 5-10 mins later….”waaaaaaaaaaaa FEED ME AGAIN NOW!!”. It was not a good time. I envied my toddler who sleeps 12 hours a night. I wanted to crawl into her crib and hide. But thankfully things have been much better this past week. Only waking once or twice throughout the night. Hooray! Here’s hoping this is the new normal.

He’s growing well and gaining weight (9lbs 10oz, 22inches long at his checkup on Monday). He’s starting to be a tad more interactive- looking at us and smirking/smiling. Making a few other sounds, other than crying. He’s quite the little snuggler- loves burying his face on me whenever I’m holding him.

I’m still learning how to manage our home while caring for 2 kiddos. It will be much easier once the little man has a more consistent schedule. For now I’m just winging it and taking advantage of nap times/quiet playtime to get stuff done. Sometime soon I’d like to add “getting out of the house more often” to our routine. I’m determined to actually attend a playgroup on a somewhat regular basis. I want the kids to have friends. (And it couldn’t hurt to have more of them myself). Adult conversation, with people other than my husband. Necessary.

Anyway, happy 1-month to the little dude! I can’t wait to see what the next month will bring 🙂

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And coming soon, my daughter is getting older and cuter and smarter every day. I can’t seem to slow down time and keep her my tiny baby anymore. Waaaa 🙁

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Embracing the Crazy

Today was the doctor’s appointment. Gwen’s 15-month checkup and Ivor’s 1-month. Big Ivor was at work. So I was on my own with both kids. It started off well:

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Look at her, sitting there all happy and content eating her snack during her brother’s part of the visit.

I wish I could say she stayed this happy the whole time.

Once the doc left the room after Ivor’s exam and I started getting his clothes back on, Gwen decided to hop off the chair and start exploring the office.

Sigh.

Then when the doc came back in for Gwen’s portion of the visit, little Ivor started screaming his head off. So first I tried rocking his carseat with my foot, while trying to hold Gwen still and keep her from opening drawers, pulling things off shelves, etc. all while attempting to listen to what the doc was saying. He still screamed. She still squirmed. So then I decided to pick him up and hold him while the doctor examined Gwen. She was less than cooperative for most of her exam. Swatting away the doctor’s hand, thrashing her body all around, screaming. Especially when she got her shots.  I had switched out little Ivor for Gwen at that point, so he was back in his carseat screaming, and she was in my arms screaming, while the nurse poked her with a needle.

Then I got them both strapped into the double stroller and out we rolled through the lobby, with every eye on us. Thankfully it’s a pediatric doctor’s office, so everyone there was a parent and “got it”. Still couldn’t help but feel like quite the spectacle though lol.

All that to say, it didn’t upset me or stress me out (surprisingly). Was it fun? No. Would I want to do it again? No. But we survived. And I don’t have unrealistic expectations of a toddler and a newborn in a doctor’s office getting poked and prodded.

The scene in that office is my life now. Sure, it’s a little crazy. But instead of fighting it or letting it ruin my day, I’m embracing it! We have lots of great moments (yesterday’s church outing, for example, couldn’t have gone smoother!) Right now they’re both content and quiet, allowing me to write this post.

Gwen has started *attempting* to say “I love you” (after you say it first). And little Ivor has started smiling at us.

As someone recently said in a comment on a friend’s facebook page about having kids, “yes, my hands are full, but my heart is fuller.” Couldn’t have said it better myself!

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2 Weeks, No Sleep

I had forgotten certain things about having a newborn/baby. Yes, Gwen is still my baby…but she’s more of a toddler now. And her toddler activities and the whole pregnancy thing made the last year a blur. So as I’ve been spending the past few nights awake with a tiny human feeding off of me ALL NIGHT, wondering what in the world was going on…it became clear and I remembered those pesky things called…growth spurts. Brief periods of time during a baby’s first year that they act like they’re STARVING and need to eat 24/7. Growing is a good thing. Meeting milestones is a good thing. I get that this needs to happen and the result is good. But for a nursing mama it’s kind of an exhausting process. As my toddler and my husband snooze away at 3am, I’m awake…sitting up in bed with a baby on my boob. Hoping that maybe THIS time when I lay him back down he’ll actually sleep for longer than 1 hour. A solid hour is all I ask for at 3am. Is it too much to ask?

Sigh.

It goes by quickly. It goes by quickly.

Fortunately at his 2-week check up this morning it was confirmed that he has indeed grown. He’s up to 8 1/2 lbs now and 21 1/4 inches long. His head is bigger too. Always reassuring. I’ll be taking BOTH kids in for a check-up in about 2 weeks. It will be Gwen’s 15-month and Ivor’s 1-month. It will likely be the first time taking them somewhere by myself too as that day is also (big) Ivor’s first day back to work. Waa. Pray for me.

Aside from the lack of sleep, we are doing well. He’s such a sweet, handsome little guy. He loves to cuddle and poop in clean diapers 2.5 seconds after I put them on him. When he’s awake, he’s very alert and looks all around and studies faces and objects. He makes lots of funny faces and noises (grunts and squeaks). He doesn’t seem to be phased at all by his sister’s loudness. Speaking of, Gwen has started giving him kisses! I melt.

Also, I’d like to say thanks to everyone who has brought a meal to us. We appreciate it SO much! I especially love when these meals include cookies…and wine. Seriously, it’s the best ever. THANK YOU 🙂

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Boy, That Escalated Quickly- a birth story :)

The much anticipated birth story of our 2nd blessing- Ivor Alan Griffiths.

It began on Sunday, June 1st, when I woke up and started getting ready for church. Super mild braxton hicks contractions started happening. It wasn’t anything different than what I had been feeling for the past 2 months or so. Noticeable “practice contractions” as they’re described. Not the least bit painful, just noticeable. The only difference this time was the frequency. Up until then I had only felt about 2-3 each day. But now they were coming about 2-3 every hour. So I just began keeping track of them to see how long they lasted and how frequently they were coming. About 10-15 mins apart, lasting about 1 min each. But they weren’t getting any stronger or lasting longer so I just went about my day as usual. We went to the grocery store after church, ate lunch, watched some TV, took Gwen for a walk, cooked dinner, etc.

And right around dinner time is when I noticed a difference in the strength of these “practice” contractions. They were definitely stronger than before. They got my attention and made me have to close my eyes and breathe through most of them. Still easily managed, but just required some focus. From about 6pm-10pm I kept track of them. They were coming a little more frequently now, about 7-10 mins apart. Still lasting about 1-1:30 mins each. Since this had been going on all day, and there was a noticeable change in strength, we decided it was probably time to call my doctor. The call was made around 10pm I believe. She said to give it another hour and if the contractions remained the same, or started coming more frequently, to go ahead and get to the hospital. She knew that I wanted to do as much of the laboring on my own as possible, without any meds, so she was comfortable having me wait a bit longer and labor more at home. If I definitely planned on getting an epidural, she would’ve had me come in right then.

So we double-checked the hospital bag, threw in some last minute things. Ivor decided to shave, only to have his razor die about 10 seconds in, so he looked fantastic 😉 We were both kind of giddy at this point, realizing this was probably it. Part of me still didn’t want to get my hopes up though because I didn’t want to get sent home for “false labor”. Not sure why it takes me awhile to believe I’m actually in labor. Even with Gwen, when my WATER BROKE to start labor, I wasn’t convinced until we got to the hospital and they told me “yes, you’re in real labor”. Anyway, Ivor charged his razor and was able to finish his shave. Meanwhile I kept track of the contractions. They started out great- the same frequency and strength as before (which would mean we were going to the hospital). But then toward the end of that hour window we were given, they started to vary, getting farther apart. Sigh. It was almost midnight at this point and I was sleepy. Ivor had already started drifting off. I figured if I was to get any rest at all, I should try then. See if I could sleep through these contractions. And I did sleep…for about 2 hours. Until the contractions woke me up. Another increase in strength. Definitely could not ignore these! I woke Ivor up and told him we needed to leave right away. And off we went.

We checked in at the hospital at 3:20am on 6/2. I got set up for “labor evaluation” and my nurse checked me. I was 5-6cm dilated and completely effaced. She felt the “bulging water bag” and predicted it would break soon. Labor evaluation complete: this was the real thing. That’s when Ivor sent out the initial messages to family and close friends that the little man was on his way!

I was still managing contractions well on my own and the baby was doing great. So we did some walking around the halls, which definitely helped move things along…as the contractions came way more frequently whenever I did so. My OB arrived to check on me around 6:30am. She asked if I wanted her to break my water bag, since it hadn’t yet broken on its own, to help speed things up…but she warned me that contractions would get more intense and there might not be time for an epidural (or I’d have very little time to make a decision on that). I decided to just let her do it.  “The sooner this is all over, the better. I want this little guy out,” I thought. So she checked me and I was now 7-8cm dilated. I was so happy! We were almost there. She said she’d check back in with me in an hour and that there would be a good chance I’d be ready to push then.

In the meantime, they wanted to monitor the baby so I was sitting in bed and didn’t really notice the contractions getting “way more intense” like I was told they would. So when my doctor came back in and I said things still kinda felt the same, she told me to get up and move around, which I apparently could’ve been doing anyway because the cords I was hooked up to for monitoring stretch pretty far. Wish I would’ve noticed that.

So, here’s where Ron Burgundy comes in.

When I got out of bed and started moving around the room, things got out of hand quickly. The contractions quadrupled in intensity and I started to feel nauseated, and overheated, like I might pass out. Transition. After about 4-5 of them I made Ivor get the nurse back in the room. She tried talking to me to see how I wanted to get through this final stage, not knowing how quickly this stage was going to go. Do you want to go in the shower and sit on the birthing ball, take Fentanyl (the pain med that “takes the edge off”), etc? But the epidural was for sure out of the question at this point. No time. And as she was trying to talk to me, we kept getting interrupted by contractions coming one right after the other. At some point I said “get me the fentanyl now”. 

And probably a minute later, “I need to push”. So much for the fentanyl idea. No time for that either.

Then everyone was suddenly in the room rushing for delivery, getting me into a better pushing position.

And I’m screaming in agony, feeling as though death were imminent.

I remember them telling me to grab my legs, tuck my chin and push with the next contraction. But in that moment, that was a ridiculous request and I couldn’t imagine being able to do such a thing. Doing anything other than lying there screaming in pain was impossible.

But then the impossible happened. I listened and did what they said. And in about 2 pushes, in 2 mins, he was out and in my arms at 7:55am.

The total time from “I need to push” to “look at your baby!”….5 mins tops?

That’s basically how everyone in the room felt lol. We all just looked around at each other like “well that just happened!”. By the way, my poor nurse had just started her shift when I was transitioning. Our introduction was basically “I’ll take that fentanyl now—wait, I need to push”, aaaaand “here’s your baby!”

I couldn’t believe that happened. I still can’t. Giving birth without any pain meds was something I always wished I could do, but never thought possible.  I always knew I’d give in at some point. I’m a pansy. And I did give in…remember when I asked for the Fentanyl about 1 min before saying I need to push? Yeah. And I certainly didn’t expect to push him out so quickly either. Birth is a crazy thing. So unpredictable. But I am so thankful for such a positive experience with a great support team- my doctor and the nurses were amazing, as was my husband. He’s just as vocal, if not more-so, than the nurses lol. Hearing his voice the whole time and his encouragement meant so much to me and helped me get through that. When I said “I can’t”, he said “yes you can”. And I believed him. He’s an amazing husband.

And the result of this crazy, beautiful, whirlwind of a story…our baby boy:

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He is so precious and we are so in love with him already. He’s soft and warm and cuddly. I had missed having a little newborn 🙂 I didn’t miss the being up all night thing. No, not so much. But I know how quickly time passes and before I know it, he’ll be a toddler causing trouble with his big sister.

I can’t believe we’re a family of 4. We are so blessed. Thanks to everyone who has prayed for us and wished us well and encouraged us. Please don’t stop doing that! We’ll need it now more than ever as life with “2 under 2” begins. I’m sure it will make for very entertaining blog posts, so stay tuned 🙂

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Waiting…

I WAS convinced that little Ivor would show up early…but now I’m not so sure. Maybe he’ll be more like me after all lol. Gwen is very much like her daddy…and she showed up a week early. I’ve been predicting that little Ivor would be more like me, so I shouldn’t really be surprised that he’s taking his time 🙂 That’s not to say he’ll be late, he may just come right on time (I was born on my due date). OR he may be waiting for daddy’s birthday this Saturday. We shall find out soon!

Despite my own efforts to move things along, I haven’t progressed at all since last week. I went for a walk every single day (except 1) since my appt. Thursday and…nothing. Everything’s the same. Sigh. He did give us a bit of a scare this morning when my doctor couldn’t find his heartbeat at first. She quickly ran out to bring in the ultrasound machine so we could check on him and thankfully everything was fine and we found the heartbeat right away. Nice and strong. He had just shifted positions, moving over to the other side of my belly. He had been on the left side for awhile. Now he’s on the right. Stinker. Still head down though, so that’s good! He did have me worried though because yesterday he wasn’t as active as he usually is. Even though I felt him last night, and this morning in the car, not hearing his heartbeat at first freaked me out. I’m pretty good at assuming the worst. And as I type right now he’s moving all around in there reassuring me…”Relax mom, I’m fine…I was just napping. Until you poked and prodded me, that is. Thanks for that.”

Sorry little man. It’s in my nature to worry and have anxieties. Especially as labor and delivery draws nearer! There’s always something that could go wrong. But it’s not in my control anyway.

The 2 verses I’m repeating to myself lately:

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And so, we wait. Casting all my cares, concerns and worries on the One who has the control. Remembering that fear and timidity does not come from Him. I shall go into that delivery room with power, love and a sound mind. And do what my body was made to do, bringing forth life into this world in the miraculous way only God could have designed. I was built for this. I am woman. Hear me roar!

Sorry, I was giving myself a pep talk. I’m done now.

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High of 99

That was the temperature in San Jose today at 3:05pm. Ew. After almost 3 years of living in the Bay Area I’ve gotten pretty spoiled with mild, ideal weather most of the year. So 2 heat waves in the same month is just unacceptable. I’d say it reminds me of Philly, but there’s no humidity so it’s not quite the same, heh. Sorry PA friends.

In other news, I’ve been spending my time getting all my ducks in a row before little Ivor comes. Made some more purchases, did some more laundry. Got his pack-n-play/bassinet set up in our bedroom. Packed the hospital bag. Typed up Gwen’s “typical day” schedule with instructions for my MIL while we’re in the hospital, and for my husband too since he’ll likely be on Gwen duty for awhile, while I’m attached to the little nursing monster 🙂 Overall, feeling pretty prepared at this point. I mentioned it in my last post, but at my doctor’s appt. last week I was already 2 cms dilated. And I’ve been feeling rather sore lately. So I think he may be coming earlier than expected. I’ll be 37 weeks this Friday, “full term”. So being prepared NOW is necessary.

In the meantime, I’m also soaking in my 1-on-1 time with Gwen. Her days of being an only child are numbered! While I have every intention of making time to spend alone with each of my kids throughout their childhood, I know it’s going to be hard to do for awhile in the beginning. It’ll be an adjustment for both of us for sure. Even just thinking about spending the night away from her for the first time while I’m in the hospital makes me sad 🙁 I pray for her little heart as she adjusts to seeing mama with another baby and that she’ll grow to love her baby brother and quickly become his best friend.

Here’s a brief clip of a typical morning with Gwen. She asks me to read a book then asks to be picked up (she likes to sit on your lap as you read to her).

 

 

Love and Vegetables

What do vegetables have to do with love, you ask? Not much, but it made you curious to enough to read this post 🙂 No really….we’ve started a little home garden outside on our balcony and this week we are seeing glorious little flowers blossom and miniature vegetables like this starting to grow:

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This is a little japanese cucumber! Isnt it cute?!

The process of gardening is very rewarding. It takes effort and care and the occasional spray to keep bugs from eating away at the leaves. But it’s so satisfying to see the work pay off.  Kind of like marriage. If you neglect it, it dies and bears no fruit (or veggies in our case). And if you don’t take certain protective measures, Satan will take advantage and eat away at your beautiful green leaves.

You know what I mean.

I love my husband and I love our marriage. I love him so much more today than I did 3 years ago (we’re approaching our 3rd anniversary in a few weeks). Sometimes I catch myself missing the dating period of our relationship (the fuzzy feelings and butterflies that come along with it, etc.). Seeing photos from that time still give me the same feeling…like this one:

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This was taken at the PA Grand Canyon. Where I grew up, and where he spent most of his summers growing up (I always wonder if our paths ever crossed and we just didn’t know it). Gosh, he’s cute.

However, our relationship isn’t BASED on warm fuzzy feelings, which is why instead of fizzling out over time, it just grows stronger (only by the grace of God). Because without God, let me tell you, this man would drive me crazy. He would say the same thing, by the way. 🙂

It’s been my challenge in the past 3 months (since Gwen was born) to keep Ivor and marriage a priority. It’s so easy to just be in mom-mode 24/7 (because, well…I am a mom now, 24/7). But I am a wife first. And I believe with every fiber of my being that one of the best things I can do for my daughter, is to love her daddy. I want to model a strong, godly, lasting marriage for her. I want to gross her out by kissing him in front of her (she’ll appreciate it one day).

So, let me extend that same challenge to YOU too (those of you who are moms with husbands). Don’t neglect it. Water that marriage and keep Satan from eating  your leaves and killing your japanese cucumbers.

See how I brought it back there….?

I’ve only had one cup of coffee so you’ll have to excuse me.

Stroller Peekers

One of the things I’ve discovered since becoming a mom, is that you can’t go out in public with your little one without complete strangers striking up a conversation with you, simply because you’re pushing a stroller. I certainly don’t mind it, but I wasn’t expecting it. Especially the “stroller peekers”. The ones who walk right up to you, unannounced and uninvited, peek into your stroller and comment on your child. Don’t get me wrong, it’s always a happy encounter with lots of “awww’s” and “omg’s” and “congrats!” It just takes me by surprise. Such boldness lol. They always ask the same opening questions, “how old?” and “how are you and the little one sleeping?”. My favorite though was outside of an ice cream shop last week- a man, about my Dad’s age, looked over at us and smiled (so I knew it was coming)….”Whatcha got in there??”. Well, sir, that would be my daughter. He then proceeded to tell us that his “baby” is 30 years old and they’re anxiously awaiting grandbabies. I hope he gets one soon 🙂

So because of this new development, I’ve decided to get this onesie for Gwen to wear whenever she goes out with daddy alone:

onesie

 

Hehe 🙂

Anyway- I’m hoping all these “stroller peeking” encounters remain positive instead of turning into advice-giving encounters. I’m sure some veteran mommys out there have stories they could tell of such encounters lol.

StrollerStrides