Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Life is Fabulous… in eCards.

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Y’all were right.  Three kids is crazytown.  Some days I’m freaking Super Mom.  Other days it’s kicking my butt. The biggest sacrifice (close second being my sorely neglected hair) is this here blog. 

Remember when I blogged?  Remember when I was productive and got stuff done?  Remember when my house was clean?  Several of my friends have maids. I’m not the jealous type, but I am crazy jealous of this.

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A maid would allow me to pick three.

Hats off to mamas with 4 or more.  Right now three kids has me feeling this:

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And this:

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And this:

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This too:

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By the way I totally love ecards.  That’s right.  I don’t have time to read books, (I have the best intentions of reading Les Miserable before the movie comes out… except I haven’t even started) but I am totally up to date on funny online cards.

Another round of hats off to mamas before me who didn’t have online shopping.  How???????? 

Speaking of things that bless me, my minivan with it’s glorious sliding doors, is rocking my world.  The kids and I had a weekend on our own while Harley and the van were doing this.  We went out two times, cramming everyone in the backseat of our Corolla.  It can be done, but it ain’t pretty. 

The point of all this is to say, I miss my blog.  I miss reading blogs.  A big thanks to those special few whom I didn’t even know were following me and sought me out to tell me they miss me in the blogosphere. That means so much!  I want to get back.  I’m devising a plan to get back.  Don’t count me out. 

I’ve just been very much consumed by this trio of turkeys. 

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Worth it right? After all, I’m the one who taught them how to shake those tail feathers.

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For now, I leave you with this gem.

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Yup.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Model Baby

SONY DSCYou know that life reality where each child after your first gets less attention, less time with you, less spoiling and far less documentation? All that is true for sweet little Bennett. 

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Except the documentation part.

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Thanks to my life-changing iPhone, and specifically Instagram (How do I love thee? Let me count the ways!), Bennett has just as many pictures, if not more, than Anderson and Max.

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Bennett also had a professional newborn photo shoot.  My talented friend Diana took these beautiful shots when he was three weeks old.  I never did professional shoots with Anderson or Max.  Lucky baby!

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I had many grand visions of how I wanted this shoot to go down.  I had dreams of what I hoped the pictures would look like. 

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Diana was so cooperative in making my dreams come true.  She understood my vision, was fun to work with and had fantastic ideas.  I am SO happy with the results.  A million thanks Diana!  Love, love, love your work!

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It didn’t hurt that I had some new furniture to play with.

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My two favorites are below. The first is the picture we choose for the front of Bennett’s birth announcement.

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And this is the back. Props to Harley who took my idea and nailed it with this design.

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I’m so happy with it we’re putting it on a canvas in his nursery.  (We’re a little canvas obsessed.)

I shot some of my own pictures after Diana left.  I certainly don’t have her amazing skills, great eye or fancy lens, but I like the way some of them turned out.

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DSC_0064DSC_0078That monkey fur above?  It’s one of my favorite things about newborns. It’s like their own built in blanket.  Perfect for super soft snuggling.  Bennett’s is all but gone now.  Sniff, sniff. 

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Monday, September 3, 2012

‘Twas the Day Before Preschool

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My baby starts school tomorrow.  The real deal.  Five days a week.  Bus drop off.  Lunches.  It’s just preschool, pre-Kindergarten to be exact, but it feels much bigger to me.  It is his first formalized education.  He’s only been schooled by me and my friends in a mom swap preschool group one to two days a week.  Now he’s going to a real, licensed teacher.  Every day.  Zero to sixty. 

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Practicing his letters.

It’s not my first choice preschool.  I wish it weren’t so many days and so formal and so big.  But it’s by far the best choice for our family and current life situation.  Anderson will be great.  So great!  I will be fine.  Pretty much fine. 

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I’ve been a lame postpartum mom for two months.  I feel guilty we didn’t celebrate summer 2012 and his last two months of freedom with more fun and hoopla. August was tough, especially for Anderson and me. I had moments when I adore him so much it hurts. I had other moments when he’s driving me so crazy I can’t wait to kick him out the door.  Baby number three slowed us down, and Anderson suffered the most. I’m grateful he doesn’t yet know the word “bored” because I’m sure I would have heard it every day. I finally made it to the pool on Saturday.  My second time all summer. Sorry Bug.  They can’t all be Summer of George.

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We may not have lived it up four-year-old style this summer, but I gave him a brother.  That counts for something right?

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I’m feeling sad and sentimental that the last four and half years flew by way too fast. I worry I didn’t appreciate him and motherhood as much as I should have. Did we suck the marrow out of life every day? Did we have enough adventures? Did I snap and shoo him away too much? Does he know just how much I love him? Does he understand I can’t imagine my life without him?  He’ll have 15 hours a week in this whole other world apart and away from me. He’s so ready for it. I am not.

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He took his first shower (with some help) Saturday like it was no big thing.

It doesn’t help my tender heart and unstable hormones that Bennett looks so much like newborn Anderson. I hold Bennett and swear I was cradling my Bug just four days ago, not four years ago.

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It hit me the other day the reason moms cry on the first day of school. I always assumed it was because these moms were going to miss their babies so much they were overcome with emotion. If only it was that simple. For me, it’s a complicated cocktail of emotions that make my heart burst: guilt, pride, love, fear, excitement, protectiveness, worry, adoration. It’s a symbolic milestone that I can’t pass without tearful reflection and mixed feelings.  I think about how we’ve loved and played and struggled and laughed and snuggled and cried and grown in our quick four and half years at home together.  Sure, I’m going to miss him.  But that’s only part of it.  And, by the way, I’m not the only one who will miss him.

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Good thing these two have each other.

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We were supposed to spend the holiday at Greenbrier Lake with friends but remnants of Hurricane Isaac had other plans for us.  It’s for the best.  Harley’s working, and we’re spending the day inside.  Everybody slept in, then one by one joined me in bed for one last lazy morning chill fest.  I’m going to miss this.  7:30AM is going to come really early tomorrow.

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On this, the eve of Pre-K, we’re paying homage to where they will go to college. I said, “say BYU!” and Anderson yelled, “Pre-K!” No sweat, Mama. He’s got this. And so our formalized education journey begins.

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Please, let that journey end here.

Today will melt away with coloring, fort building and polishing off the last of the otter pops. I’ve got laundry to do, in-laws to prepare for, and a 37-item To Do list (no, I will not do it all)  to tackle.  Somewhere in between I’m committed to make time for quality one-on-one with Anderson.  I hope he always feels I made time for him.

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Tonight we’ll have a special dinner, father’s blessings, baths and an early bedtime.  We’ll lay out clothes, read this book and tuck him in.  Then I will curl up with this, to watch this and cry.  It will be a good mix of happy and sad tears, as I prepare to kiss this face goodbye come morning.

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