Perspective

10436249_10152467545833062_5403108707093306006_nLast week I posted this picture to Instagram hoping to capture the product of little sleep, toddler tantrums, 2 days without a shower, and the consistent, nonstop demand that is breastfeeding a newborn. I even gave it a witty caption, “Update from the trenches of mommyhood…”

Funny right?!

At first I saw this picture and thought, man, I look tired.

The next morning though, after 4 straight hours of sleep, my outlook had changed. Amazing what an actual REM cycle can do for a girl, right?

I saw this picture again and realized this is going to be one of those photos I look back on 10 years from now and think, wow, I look so young! and look how tiny my babies are!

20 years from now, I’m sure I’ll say, I wish I knew how fast it would all go by.

I need to not be so critical of myself. These days are fleeting–and so are these three faces.

Someday, I’m going to miss the trenches of mommyhood.

 

What Happened?

So I obviously failed at blogging while pregnant, but I’m pretty surprised (as I’m sure you are too) that I all of a sudden have all this time and desire to blog again. Why is that? Shouldn’t I be even MORE exhausted now that I have a newborn and an almost-three-year old to keep alive?

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The answer is yes. Yes I should be.

But the funny thing about having two kids is just that. There are two. So that whole “sleep when the baby sleeps” thing that everyone tells you about is not only laughable (like it was the first time around) but basically impossible when you have two. SO I guess I’ll just blog while the baby sleeps.

The second thing about having two kids is that you are barricaded at home with no one to talk to (no offense AG) because 1) I’m not as entertaining as Paw Patrol, and 2) No one in there right mind voluntarily goes out of the house with 3 week old and a 3 year old…they just don’t.

With that being said, Hazel graced me with 6 HOURS OF CONTINUOUS SLEEP last night, and in celebration I bring you cute baby pictures. ANd these aren’t just ay cute baby pictures, I’m talking quality, professional, not-from-my-iphone, pictures This is a perfect excuse to go overboard since I’ve made it a rule to only post 2 photos a day on social media. Does this count as social media? I don’t know.

Anyway, I got it together enough to get Hazel to the newborn photographer in the required 7-10 days old window and the results were pretty spectacular:

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If you’re in the Tacoma area, check out our photographer Ashley. She is a baby whisperer.

The Day The Paci Died

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I’ve been hesitant to really elaborate on this topic because I have an incredibly successful streak of jinxing myself but I’m thinking we are in the clear.

Two weeks ago, we ditched the pacifier, or Papi, as Addison so lovingly called it.

I say “we” even though I can take approximately 0% of the credit, because miracles of all miracles, Addison handed it over herself.

I’ll pause a moment here to take in all the eye rolls and death glares the moms of the world are shooting me. I understand, it’s not supposed to be this easy.

But sweet baby Jesus am I grateful it was.

As many of you may remember (or maybe not because I’m awful at blogging), I was stressing about Operation Paci Removal way back in January, and if I’m honest, months before that too. I don’t know why I do this to myself but I am always convinced any type of baby-to-big-kid transition is going to be the most awful drawn out thing ever. Addison proved me wrong when, after a full week of personal pep talks, we moved her into the big girl bed and she continued sleeping through the night and taking occasional naps like she had been in a twin bed since birth. Despite that successful transition, though, I just couldn’t pull the plug on the paci.

A week after Hazel was born, I went into AGs room to get her up and she took her paci out of her mouth and handed to me while saying ever so sweetly, “Here you go, Mom Mom.”

Considering she operates day and night with a hot pink paci permanently affixed to her grill, to say I was flabbergasted in an understatement. Who was this child?

Though in shock, I decided to just roll with it and put her to bed that night without even mentioning the pacifier. I turned out her light and held my breathe and shut her door, effectively shutting the door on her paci-dependent toddlerhood too.

Now onto potty training.

Here is the last picture I took of Addison with her paci. She was trying to get me to take a picture of her jumping. We were not successful. You can’t win at everything I suppose. ;)

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and yes, I am also a reality t.v. addict and watching Real Housewives of Atlanta. Kandi’s mom is crazy.