InstaFriday

I love Fridays and sharing a glimpse of our week through my iphone photos. Absolutely love it…it’s like scrapbooking for lazy girls.

In light of Asher’s “Failure to Thrive” scare, I took lots of evidence that he does, in fact, sit in a highchair with food on the tray. We found out that homeboy likes avocado, which helped him gain 5 ounces in a week. 5 glorious ounces!

avocado

I’m thinking Curious George would be the most appropriate 1st birthday theme for this monkey…

Climber

Happy Helper dusted all my baseboards and then started dusting my doors with his old sock dusting rag. You’re welcome future daughter-in-law.

Happy Helper did such a fantastic job that I paid him the $3 he needed to ride the train at the mall. He was ecstatic. Also…the train conductor stopped the train because my excited baby had his arm out the window waving at people. As in, stopped the train and walked back to our train car to tell me to keep his hand inside. Yeah.

train ride

I sent off a custom crayon roll order for my Etsy shop, Stitches by Sara. I really liked the way this one turned out.

crayon roll order

We celebrated our 6th Anniversary and Father’s Day on the same day. It didn’t work out for us to go out alone, but we had “Fancy Dinner” at home…complete with our wedding china. Jonah loved “fancy dinner” and used the shrimp fork as his salad fork. Have I mentioned lately how much I love this kid?

shrimp fork

Catnapper…

catnapper

I walked the aisles of Target with Captain America. He’s a fierce little fellow.

Captain America

Happy Friday! What have you been up to this week?

Linking up with Jeannett from Life Rearranged

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Mommy & Me: Special Time

Since Asher came six months ago, Jonah has needed some extra doses of special time with Mommy and Daddy. While he truly loves Asher, the process of becoming brothers has been hard. Finding our groove as a family of four hasn’t been easy. It isn’t something I have written much about, mainly because it has been really HARD on everyone involved…especially Mommy. And, we’re not even done looking for our new normal yet!

That first day home with Asher was an absolute nightmare. Jonah hadn’t ever been away from us for that long and was needing us. The problem was that there was this new little person that needed attention, too. Mommy was recovering from surgery and needed Daddy to help with getting in and out of the recliner, changing diapers, etc. and Jonah didn’t like it one bit. Going from being the center of attention to not being the center of attention is rough on a guy, ya know.

The jealousy was so thick you could slice it.

The tantrums were epic.

The tears…oh, how they fell!

I’m not proud of it, but I really struggled as I saw Jonah in a different light. Suddenly, he was bigger and louder. I found him annoying and whiny. Quite frankly, I cried myself to sleep that night wondering where my sweet boy had gone and asking God what He had done to my family. (Post-partum hormones were running rampant, people!)

It is right here that I will sing the praises of Mr. Happy Brown House. He’s a wise one. He knew that the thing that would help Jonah and Mommy the most was to have some special time together.

And he made it happen.

He took Asher while Mommy read books with Jonah. He sent Mommy and Jonah outside on the porch together. He took pictures while Mommy and Jonah made silly faces. And it helped…both of us.

When we headed to Florida to introduce Asher to family and were blessed with a free day at Disney, he made sure that I was the one making memories instead of watching with Asher on the sidelines. And somewhere between the Teacups and the Carousel, I healed a little. The laugh that had been squelched when colic and all of the shhhh-ing began started to rise and bubble over. I found me again, even if only for the day.

It was then that I realized the real goal of my “Mommy & Me” posts. Sure I like to post fun, educational things to do with your little ones, but ultimately, the real goal is about strengthening the bond between mother and child. You see, sometimes I get in my own way and lose sight of the real reason I do things here on this blog. Sometimes I get caught up in the business side of blogging, the prideful part of blogging, the part of me that wants you to like me because I have so much to offer. And when I can’t offer those things because my life “gets in the way” of my goals, I feel like I’ve let you down. When really, the whole point of my blogging is to document these precious years I have to live. And live them I must. Because what’s the point of blogging about a life that isn’t being truly lived?

So, today, there is no special activity.

No Pinterest-worthy picture.

No affiliate links to products for you to buy.

Just you.

You and that little one…together.

 

Your time and attention is better than anything I can write about today. Make it special. Turn on some music and dance in your kitchen. Have a pillow fight. Let them splash you during bath time. Cut out construction paper clown noses and wear them while you eat dinner. Laugh. Whatever it is, live first and write about it later.

Go. Live. Love. Then come back and tell me about it.

InstaFriday: Six Months

Asher is 6 months old today. SIX whole months. Um, THAT is half a year. How is that even possible? I mean, on the one hand, it feels like he’s been around much longer than six months when I think about colic and sleepless nights that no amount of coffee can help. But then, on the other hand, I feel like I just blinked and here he is sitting up on his own.

He keeps me on my toes in ways that Jonah never did at this age. Which is probably why I’m having such a hard time squeaking out a blog post. Or cleaning. Or showering.

He’s wiggly–changing his diaper is like wrestling a greased pig at the fair.

And strong-willed–I think it’s safe to say I will be reading Dr. Dobson’s book sooner than later.

He’s “King of the Catnap” and my cuddle-bug.

I wouldn’t trade him for all the world.

He leaves me absolutely speechless some days. Like when I turned around and found him CLIMBING onto the bouncy seat just two days shy of 6 months.

Or when he CRAWLED to get the remote the second he saw Daddy put it on the floor….at one day shy of 6 months.

My life flashed before my eyes and I caught a glimpse of him standing on the roof with a cape one day….and I got a new gray hair just thinking about it.

And should you not believe me, here’s proof I’m going to lose my mind before Asher turns one.

 

Linking up with…life rearranged

InstaFriday: By the numbers…

2 sick boys

104.3 temperature for big brother

101.8 temperature for little brother

3 Trips to the doctor

Double Ear Infections times 2…plus RSV

Breathing Treatments every 4 hours

1 night spent in the recliner for Mommy and 1 night spent in the swing for Asher…0 hours sleep

225 mL of Amoxicillin for 10 days…times 2

1 yeast diaper rash, 2 bowls of baby food thrown up, countless blowout diapers

All of that adds up to…

One Super Exhausted Mommy

How was your week? life rearranged

I’m linking up with InstaFriday at Life Rearranged. My old dinosaur of a phone died and I got an upgrade, even though I swore I wouldn’t. Turns out, Mr. Happy Brown House gets a discount through his work and it hasn’t impacted our bill much. So, now I’m sending postcards of my day though Instagram. You can follow me on Instagram (@happybrownhouse)

Yeah, that…

Asher on a very rough night

You know that feeling when you can’t get a baby to stop crying, no matter what you try…

Yeah, that.

Try feeling it for several months straight. It kinda stinks…in the worst way.

It wreaks havoc on your mommy self-esteem. Rips it to shreds and then stomps on it repeatedly. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, you start questioning your sanity. Wondering, “Am I really losing it or is that the colic, sleep-deprivation, haven’t-had-a-shower-in-two-days thing talking?” It’s a very fine line, my friend.

{Sigh}

It’s been a tough time at our house on the baby front. Sweet little brother, Asher, had colic. I think it’s gone, but I don’t want to jinx it. Colic is rough stuff. Currently, we’re dealing with an extreme aversion to sleep it seems. He fights it like I’ve never seen before. Then, out of the blue, he decides he really IS tired and screams at the top of his lungs because he’s over-tired. Really, over-tired might be an understatement…he’s downright exhausted by the end of the day because big brother, Jonah, can’t seem to leave him alone.

Jonah: “Mommy, Asher woke up.”

Mommy: “Yes, Jonah, babies wake up when you shake the bouncy seat and yell at them.”

I digress.

One would think that he’d be sleeping long periods of time at night since he’s overtired…one would be wrong. Dead wrong. I can’t seem to find the magic equation that results in sleep for him. I think he’s most comfortable on his tummy, but that is a recent hypothesis we’re still testing.

I used to be such a confident mom, but then Asher arrived and threw my parenting “theories” out the window…followed quickly by our household schedule and routine. It’s left me feeling like we’re in a tailspin and I just wish the captain of the plane would grab hold of the controls and land us already….Only we’re not on a plane, and I’m the adult that is fresh out of ideas on how to steady the horizon.

And so for now, I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, knowing that THIS IS A SEASON. A sleepless season. A season for staying in spit-up covered pajamas. A walk-the-floors-and-bounce-a-fussy-baby season. A season for being selfless for the one that is literally helpless without me. Then one day, I’ll wake up surprised and refreshed from a night of uninterrupted sleep. And it will feel oh so good!

In the meantime, I’ll embrace the moments that keep me going…

  • ¬†Asher giggling in his sleep…when he finally sleeps
  • Jonah telling “brother secrets” to Asher during floor time

    Brother Secrets

  • Early morning “Daddy & Asher” time, so Mommy can get a little extra sleep before the next feeding
  • Phone calls from friends
  • Milestones met (even if they haven’t been blogged about yet!)
  • Scripture reading during nursing sessions…we’re both getting “fed”
  • Milk-drunk smiles
  • A hand that finds its way to the small of my back while I’m up nursing in the middle of the night
  • and so many more…

One day, not too far down the road I’ve been told, I’ll turn to my husband and say “You remember how it felt when they needed us?” Yeah, that…

Cousins

There’s just something about being a cousin…a connection.

Even if you’re not together often, you pick up right where you left off.

Your hearts share a language.

No one has to tell you that you’re family or teach you how to be a cousin…it just comes naturally.

Sure, you fight over toys or who will hold the caterpillar, but at the end of the day, none of that matters…

because you’re cousins.

cousins http://happybrownhouse.com

My sweet Jonah,

You may never fully understand why Mommy holds this picture of you and your cousin Cassidy so dearly. While I hope there are many, many more moments captured between you two, today I’m thankful for this one. This picture is proof that God is at work in our midst. Right there in the middle of the splash pad on a hot summer day…Holy Ground. He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds (Psalm 147:3) for He alone is worthy of praise (Psalm 145). While I want to shield you from every kind of emotional pain, I know I can’t. But know this…we have a Redeemer who heals. He is capable of bearing the weight of our burdens (Psalm 68:19)…even the the hurts we think we’ll never be able to recover from. God is faithful! He sets the lonely in families (Psalm 68:6) and He restores things once broken by our sinful human hands (1 Peter 5:10). My sweet son, I hope these words are written on your heart and you understand them one day…but mostly, I hope you experience God working in your midst and the forgiveness flows like water from a fountain.

Love,

Mommy

{Linked to Finer Things Friday}

Take Me Out To The Ballgame!

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Over Memorial Day weekend we took Jonah to his first “official” ballgame! We’re lucky to have a Minor League team in Chattanooga, which is great for summer fun! We chose a night that would have fireworks after the game for an extra special treat. I’ll admit, we weren’t sure how he’d do with the fireworks. In the past he’s been ok, but you never know when loud noises might overwhelm a preschooler. Jonah started to cover his ears, but quickly changed to clapping and cheering with all of his might… Pure joy.

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Truth be told, the group sitting in front of us was even more entertaining than the ballgame. Can you picture a large group of teenage girls from Poland at a baseball game in Tennessee? They were hilarious! We couldn’t understand a word they were saying, but they were typical teenage girls…going in groups to the bathroom/concession stand, taking pictures of innocent bystanders and making fun of them in their language, primping, and boisterous laughter all around. It was a night to remember!

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Note to self: It’s too stinkin’ hot to go to a ballgame when you’re 26 weeks pregnant and the temperature reaches 96 degrees. Also, sitting on a bleacher seat is not a good idea. Ice cream in a “hat bowl” will help make up for it…even if you have to share it with a 3 year old. :)