Sometimes waiting is incredibly painful. It’s hard to find the beauty in the ashes, and life seems to keep throwing punches at you, bringing you to your knees over and over again. Call it the valley, the desert, the waiting period . . . whatever it is, it brings this strange marriage of beauty and pain.
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Before having kids, I naively had this dream of what mornings with my children would look like. I imagined it would involve them quietly slipping into my bed for some morning snuggles and all of us laying there peacefully and maybe reading a book before we got up to enjoy the day. I would then go to the living room and do a workout video while they play nicely. The morning workout would certainly be followed up by a hearty, healthy breakfast. I was naïve.
Don’t get me wrong, that type of instance does happen . . . maybe once every six months.
Reality set in after we started actually having children. My mornings became filled with alarm clock buzzing, children fighting over the same toy, frantic rushing around trying to get everyone dressed with a naked toddler always somehow escaping before I can get clothes on him, and making sure the kids are fed.
Work out? If I wanted to accidentally trample a child, sure! For some reason, the moment I pop that awesome workout dvd into the player, the baby suddenly wants to be in my arms even though she had ignored me all morning up until that point and the toddler starts playing roulette with my legs to see how much he can weave in and out of them without getting stepped on.
And breakfast? Ha! IF I remember to eat, it’s usually a quick granola bar or something I can grab on the go, with nutrition being more of an afterthought.
If any of this sounds similar to your type of morning, don’t lose hope! I have discovered five simple things you can incorporate for a healthy start to your day while multitasking in the process! You can have a busy morning and still be healthy.
I love cake smash photos! I think it is so stinkin adorable to see the delight on the kiddos’ faces when they taste that icing for the first time or the disgust when they can’t understand why they are being asked to touch that sticky, sugary stuff.
There was definitely no disgust this past weekend, when I did a cake smash photo shoot with our baby girl. I never did one with the boys and now I am kicking myself! The photos turned out so well!
I have to say that the success of the photos was partly due to the super cute bubble-inspired cake idea that I got from the gorgeous Ashlyn over at Loves The Find.
Ashlyn is pretty much a new kindred spirit. She loves coffee, finding vintage deals, DIY projects, and anything budget-friendly! Sound familiar? If she didn’t live so far away, I’m pretty sure a girl date at a local coffee shop would be in order.
She is here on the blog today, to share some super cute and awesome DIY ideas and tips for an amazing birthday cake smash photo shoot! Continue reading
I’m going against the modern grain and teaching my children that not everyone wins, and here’s why.
They were at it again. I could hear my boys squabbling over yet another episode of “Special Agent Oso.” It had come to the end of the episode where the stuffed bear agent “rewards” the viewing children with a special medal.
My boys always, without fail, will start arguing long before the medal part shows up. They argue over who is going to be the winner of the medal. Sometimes it gets pretty heated. They will even get physical with each other on occasion. It’s actually quite comical for me to witness.
When they first started fighting over the silly medal on this tv show, I almost stepped in.
I almost stepped in and told them that they needed to share the medal; that everyone wins.
Then, I stopped myself. Continue reading
I have this peach-colored, stretchy kind of shirt that had been sitting in my shirt drawer for what seemed like forever. It had been a while since I’d last worn it because it seemed to always fit the wrong way.
It hugged all of my curves, both the good ones and the ones that I would rather keep hidden. You know those unattractive back rolls? Yeah, this momma has them. One of these days I won’t have them anymore. I hope.
But, I did just spend several years in a row being pregnant constantly. As much as I tried keeping the weight off, six pregnancies in 5 years (four of them resulting in live births) don’t really give the body adequate time to recover. Throw in a couple years of severe postpartum depression, and you can imagine the impact my weight has received.
I decided to give the shirt another try. I slipped it on and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked slim. I felt beautiful. It didn’t seem to hug my curves like usual. A burst of confidence surged through me!
I got so excited and ran to the bathroom scale. I stepped on it, eager to see my apparent progress. The number that blinked back at me was not what I expected. Instead of losing, I had GAINED two pounds! No, it was not a result of working out and gaining muscle. I haven’t worked out in quite some time. I know; shame on me.
My confidence shattered and sprinkled all over the floor around me. I got off the scale and put it away, discouragement slowly filling inside me.
I stepped in front of the mirror again, and this time I didn’t see the slim woman I saw before. My curves looked awkward, and the shirt no longer seemed flattering.