Posts Tagged ‘children’
When my girls were born, I would often look at them and wonder…
What will they look like when they have hair?
What will they look like when they have teeth?
What will their voices sound like?
What will they look like when they are school aged?
What will they look like when they get to high school?
What kind of adults will they become?
Yes.. I wonder about their futures. I wonder about what kind of relationship my girls will have with each other. I wonder about what kind of clothing style they will have as they get older. I wonder about what kind of significant other they will have. I wonder about who they will settle with and if they will give me grandchildren. Then, I start to wonder about what kind of grandchildren I will have..
It goes on and on and on…
I’m excited for the future, but I’m loving the present so much. Time flies so fast so I’m making sure I will cherish every single moment I have with them now. Eventually, all my questions will be answered.
There are a lot of articles circulating on Facebook about how if feels knowing that your most recent baby is your last baby.
Is K my last child?!
Honestly, I don’t know.
Part of me doesn’t want to think she’s my youngest. Part of me wants to try again. Part of me wants to have a boy.
I love babies. Ok, not newborns… I’m not a fan of waking up every three hours. But I love babies. I love the stage K is in. She’s not sleeping through the night but she gives me enough sleep that I can finally function through the day.
So, I love babies and part of me can see myself doing all of this at least one more time.
But I know my body.
My pregnancy with K was not an easy one. Not only was it difficult for me, I was difficult on Hubby AND on M.
Bedrest, wheelchairs, constant doctors appointments, emergency room visits, unexpected Labor & Delivery visits…
It was hard juggling one kid through all of that, imagine juggling two!
If we decided to get pregnant again, M would be school-aged. How can I handle a school-aged child’s obligations with a difficult pregnancy ON TOP of dealing with a toddler?!?
While my heart will probably always yearn for just one more baby, I have to be practical.
I just don’t think my body can handle another pregnancy… As heartbreaking as that reality is, I have to learn to accept it.
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Being a parent and watching your child grow up is truly unbelievable..
During the day, sometimes I just sit and watch M while holding on to K.
M used to be as small and helpless as K, now, she’s this spunky, talkative, affectionate, opinionated young girl…
All of this occurred in the span of three and a half years… unbelievable.
Then I look at K, only eight weeks ago, she was this super tiny preemie. She slept all day, cried all the time… completely helpless. Now, she stays awake longer, and likes to look at her baby toys. She kicks her legs like she is trying out for a soccer team. She waves her hands towards objects and sometimes can touch them. She can look at me and coo. She smiles. She holds her head up.
I know that I’m still just beginning. I know there are so many more milestones I have to witness. There are so many events that I will be a part of. They still have to grow up and be adults.
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Since we’ve returned from our vacation, we noticed that our diaper bag has gotten a lot lighter.
Gone are the multiple changes of clothes. Gone are the big stacks of diapers. Gone are all the other little parenting odds and ends that parents with infants bring with them.
So, Hubby and I decided to get rid of the diaper bag and just go with a big bag.
I have a big bag. Years ago, during my young and single days, I purchased a pink Burberry purse for about $700. (Ahhh.. the good old days..)
That bag is the perfect size to hold 4 diapers, a pack of wipes, an extra pair of leggings, and my wetbag. My phone and wallet fit perfectly into it as well.
So, the purse that I had deemed my most prized possession for a good part of my early-mid twenties has now been “mommified.” It’s turned into my diaper bag. A definite sign of how much my life has changed.
We aren’t retiring our diaper bag for good. We plan on still using it for the long, all day excursions.
I’m actually really glad we’ve decided to downsize. It’s almost liberating!
I love this wetbag.
I don’t do cloth diapers, but I rely on this wetbag constantly when M and I are out and about.
This wetbag is lined with waterproof cloth and is perfect for when M decides to spill things on herself. It’s also great to store outfits that unfortunately get wet due to a diaper leak. A change of clothes and this wetbag are the two essentials when going out and running errands and such.
My friend owns the Etsy shop, Rosalie Jane’s Creation, and sews all these wetbags. The quality of her work is absolutely exquisite. The bag is very durable and big enough to fit a whole outfit, and more! If you use cloth diapers, or just have a toddler, having one of these is a lifesaver! Before I had this, I would go searching for a plastic bag if M decided to get something wet, or her diaper leaked. Those weren’t always readily available, especially when I’m somewhere where plastic bags aren’t normally distributed.
The bag is easy to clean. I was told to just turn the bag inside out, then wash with the rest of your toddler’s laundry. Then you can either pop it into the dryer, or hang dry it.
I highly recommend these bags to anyone and everyone! She offers them in several different patterned fabrics and colors. I do believe she also takes custom orders for these, and other items she sells.
I borrowed Dora The Explorer: Valentines for Everyone from the library.
Since M LOVES Dora, I figured that she would totally enjoy this book.
I was right!
This book is such a fun little treat. There are several flaps per page that your toddler can open and find a cute surpise. If your child is familiar with Dora and her friends, your child will enjoy opening a flap and finding Tico, Benny, or Issa hiding behind them!
The book is made for Valentines Day. The book goes through a little adventure to get to Abuela’s house to give her a Valentine.
My daughter loves to open the door to find Abuela hiding on the other side. She knocks on the door and tries to open the door by the knob, but since it’s just a picture, I had to teach her how to properly open the flap.
This is a board book that will endure the wear and tear of a toddler. However, the flaps are made of heavy paper, but can be easily ripped, so be careful.
I recommend this book for any Dora the Explorer lover!
Click the link above to be directed to the book’s Amazon page.
Mother’s Day is coming up..
It’s my second one.
Last year, M was only 8 months old.. didn’t do much.. but reading last year’s blog post reminded me of what she was like that time..
This year, at 20 months, she’s a completely different person.. and I feel like I’ve grown as a mother..
This past year has taught me patience, as M is approaching the “terrible twos” I have noticed a slight change in her personality and her need to do things without my help. The crying fits that seem to be controled by a hair trigger have taught me a lot of patience. Potty training has taught me patience..
This past year has shown me a love I’ve never known. That love between a child and mother is so pure and precious, I could never take it for granted. I thank God everyday for this particular blessing. Her hugs are so genuine. When she looks me in the eyes and says, “mimi?” when she’s doing something she’s proud of.. I feel her love and admiration.
She loves me even after I have to be firm with her. She loves me even after I have to pull her away from something she wanted but couldn’t have. She loves me after she cries her eyes out when I tell her she can’t do something bad or dangerous. Seconds later, she’s in my arms and smiling and playing with me again.
She is unconditional love personified.
On this Mother’s Day, I don’t ask for anything special. I don’t need flowers, candy, jewelry, or pampering..
On this Mother’s Day, I get all the thanks I need from the special little girl I call my daughter. I get all the thanks I need when she comes home from being at grandma’s house, runs over to me and gives me the biggest hug she knows how. I get all the thanks I need when she calls me “mimi.” I get all the thanks I need just knowing that she’s happy and loved.
Happy mother’s day to all the wonderful mothers, grandmothers, and mothers-to-be..