Mother’s Day 2012

It’s hard to believe that it’s been nearly a year since my last post. I had a beautiful Mother’s Day today with my boys and I’d like to share some of the things I hope to never forget.

~the feeling of tiny little arms wrapped around my neck first thing in the morning

~enjoying lattes (for mommy and daddy, of course) and treats at our favorite local cafe on a rainy morning

~making up fun and silly racing games with toy cars

~making blanket forts in the living room

~sitting on a toddler chair while strumming clumsily on the guitar in the bathroom, as daddy and our little guy take a bath

~snuggling up the three of us to read a  book

~hearing a sweet little voice repeat the sentence, “I wuv you oh so much” over and over again

~feeling the infinite joy and blessings of this sweet, precious life of mine.

My heart is oh, so full.

Last Updated on Monday, 14 May 2012 12:22

thank you berry much.

We had a beautiful weekend filled with sunshine, love, friends, and family. We’re all pretty wiped out. Even the tiny one. So much so, that he booted Bear and Mr. Quackers out of his tent.

I made LOTS of vegan goodies this weekend, too. My favorite was this.

Mama Pea’s Better Berry Bars taste like mini pies. No joke. My family ate a lot of mini pies this weekend.

I’m going to bed a happy, tired mama. Life is good… thank you berry much.

Last Updated on Monday, 15 August 2011 04:21

a long day.

Today wasn’t our best, that’s for sure. It was long, frustrating, draining, and exhausting. It took 2 full hours for Liam to finally go to sleep tonight–that’s unusual for us. Once he was *finally* asleep, I silently closed his bedroom door and immediately felt a wave of exhaustion and started thinking about how rough today was.

Then I sat down. I sat down and took an emotional inventory. There is no reason to feel down. Even on our worst days (which aren’t really so bad, after all) we have a lot for which to be thankful. Duh.

I sometimes think about my choice to stay home and raise our child and wonder what it would have been like if I had gone back to work 12 weeks postpartum. Every time my mind goes there, I snap out of it and realize that I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way for our family. This is what I was meant to do, right now. I feel it in my bones. I get to focus on raising nurturing our beautiful creation. It doesn’t get much better than that.

I’m going to bed with gratitude and love in my heart. I am surrounded by blessings.

Last Updated on Tuesday, 2 August 2011 02:09