A month of thanks: Day 4

Today & everyday, I am thankful for my son. On the worst of days, he can make me smile. His smile, his love for life, and his innocence is contagious. I am thankful for this true love that I've never felt. He is my heart, my everything. 

A month of thanks: Day 2 & Day 3

Day 2: I am thankful to be off work tomorrow and for the opportunity to create memories with my family.

Day 3: I am thankful for the Kansas City Royals. These boys in blue have stolen my heart! I've watched them for years but watching them battle through the playoffs & the World Series has been amazing. Today at their victory parade-- I totally teared up. I really love their spirit. I really love their grit and determination. Today, this team gave us a gift. For a moment, this community put aside their differences, their politics, their religion, their issues & they came together to celebrate this team that has inspired a sense of camaraderie and pride in this city. It is a beautiful thing. It makes my heart swell. 

A month of thanks: Day 1

November starts my month of thanksgiving. This year, I'm going to aim to acknowledge at least one thing/person I am thankful for each day. 

This is a journey to learning to be thankful for the smallest things and seeing God all around-- as I move through each day. 

Day 1: I'm thankful for my husband and the life we've built. His friendship. His loyalty. His ability to challenge me. He is my rock. 

10 months & 3 weeks

I didn't keep a pregnancy journal. A keepsake for my baby to one day read. I tried. I couldn't. Sure, I took monthly photos with intentions of creating this amazing pregnancy scrapbook but yea that never happened either. So, when my son was born I decided to take back up blogging. I promised myself that once a month I would write about my learnings as a new mother-- the successes, the failures. Today, I realized I forgot to blog about the happenings of 10 months with a baby.

10 months & 3 weeks ago, I should've been writing this blog. I should've written about surviving my baby's two bottom teeth coming in, surviving an ear infection, and surviving with no sleep.  Those were my 10 month triumphant moments that I somehow forgot to blog. The rest all seems to run together. I feel guilty that I can't remember what he did/learned almost a month ago because all I can think about is he much he's doing now. The time is all running together & I need to take better notes.

9 months & counting....

Last weekend, my little baby, turned 9 months old which equals out to 39 weeks of life. Crazy to think how long he was in utero & is how long I've been holding him in my arms. He's a growing boy... A whopping 22lbs. He is crawling everywhere, pulling up, walking around things like the couch while holding on, & crawling up the stairs. He's so brave & so independent. It scares me. It saddens me.

He loves games like peek-a-boo. He hides his sweet little face & pops up with a smile. He's the best. 

The only down side to 9 months is this first tooth waiting to pop through. It's like having a newborn again. Although I'm up every hour of the night... It feels good to hold my baby & console him-- rocking him back to sleep.

8 month post--- belated

I'm sorry my son. If you grow up & read your mom's blog.... you may be wondering why the 8 month update is almost 2 weeks late. Well, it's all life's fault. It's going by too quickly. It's kind of your fault too. You're keeping me busy. Supervision has gone to a whole new level-- gone away are the days that I lay you in the middle in the bed while I get ready for work in the mornings. You are in to everything! Crawling and pulling up. Picking up any and everything and putting it in your mouth. You are quite the  nosey thing-- we have started calling you curious Kade. Your personality is coming full circle. You are full of smiles and laughs. You grunt a lot to get our attention. You say mamamamamama and dadadada. It's pretty precious. You are close to getting teeth, which I hear is brutal on parents so I anticipate your 9 month update coming a little late as well. :)

Happy 8 months baby boy! These pics will give you a laugh & show you your silly personality.

Failure

This month I gave up nursing and pumping. It was the hardest thing I've ever done-- I cried. A lot. I never imagined when I first started breast feeding that I would ever fall so in love with it. So in love with that time with my son. It was so beautiful. So amazing. 

I only made it 7.5 months. I am mad at myself that I couldn't juggle more. I couldn't juggle nursing, being a full time mom, working full time, pumping at work, being a wife, being a friend... It was just too much. My baby has a cold & ear infection this week. I can't help but feel like a failure-- I've let him down. If I hadn't  quit, he would get antibodies & not be sick.

I'm feeling like a horrible mom. 

7 months

"Don't blink, you may just miss your baby growing...." these lyrics brought tears to my eyes the other morning as I thought about how much my baby has changed. It's been such a huge month for my little/big man. He is crawling. Trying to pull up. Sitting up. Rolling over. Babbling like crazy. Chewing on anything & everything. He's just such a cool kid. 

He's my baby but he's not my little baby that he was-- he just keeps growing into his own little person. So curious about the world around him, constantly taking every little thing in. He loves his mom. He loves his dad & he loves his sweet potato & sweet peas. 

Happy 7 months, Kade Thomas!! xxoo