April 8, 2011

It’s all about choices

Jae: Momma, what color shape would you like? Red, green, purple, blue, yellow or ahrange?

Momma: Green, please.

Jae: Purple?

Momma: I would like a green one.

Jae: Oh! You want purple?! You do? You do.

Momma: Blue?

Jae: Here ya go. Here’s a purple one. You need purple. Blue is for baby boys.

Momma: Thank you.

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March 14, 2011
felt as though I needed to clarify that she does smile. a lot. and she looks like her daddy boy.      colleen, 6 mos.

felt as though I needed to clarify that she does smile. a lot. and she looks like her daddy boy.      colleen, 6 mos.

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March 7, 2011
Colleen. She’s 6 months young. She weighs 17 pounds. She’s part hummingbird. 

Colleen. She’s 6 months young. She weighs 17 pounds. She’s part hummingbird. 

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February 25, 2011
This little sweet thing could use some prayers and healing thoughts for some rest and relief.  She’s battling a *nasty* cold.
Update: Thank you for the thoughts and prayers. Our sweet thing is feeling better. 

This little sweet thing could use some prayers and healing thoughts for some rest and relief.  She’s battling a *nasty* cold.

Update: Thank you for the thoughts and prayers. Our sweet thing is feeling better. 

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February 14, 2011
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February 13, 2011
2.5 yrs           2.2011

2.5 yrs           2.2011

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January 23, 2011
drool baby
1.2011

drool baby

1.2011

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1.2011

1.2011

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destroying your room makes you tired
12.2010

destroying your room makes you tired

12.2010

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faces of colleen

12.2010

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January 22, 2011
Sisterly Snuggles
12.2010

Sisterly Snuggles

12.2010

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January 21, 2011
1.2011

1.2011

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January 18, 2011

Pick Your Battles, Not Your Nose

What do you do when she insists on wearing Crocs with her church dress instead of the adorable matching dress shoes you picked out for her? You clean them up with a baby wipe and make sure they’re not on the wrong feet.

She’s 2. Pick your battles.

What do you do when she insists on putting her booger on her knee for safe keeping while riding in the car instead of placing it in the tissue you handed her moments after asking her to please not pick her nose? Take a deep breath and be glad she didn’t flick it at you.

She’s 2. Pick your battles. {not your nose!}

What do you do when she wants to wear her cowboy boots with shorts when it’s 90* outside? You help her zip her boots.

She’s 2. Pick your battles.

What do you do when she insists upon having leftover mac ‘n cheese for breakfast? You reheat that stuff and feed it to her. You feel like a zombie and the little one still needs to be nursed.

She’s 2. Pick your battles.

What do you do when she insists on wearing five shirts, mismatched pants and Easter shoes to the grocery store. You make sure all important body parts are covered and get to the deli before they sell out of rotisserie chickens.

She’s 2. Pick your battles.

What do you do when she insists on sleeping with no less than 5 board books every night even though you know it means she’ll carry said books to your room the next morning and carelessly chuck them up in your bed while you’re still sleeping? You help her pick out the smallest ones and smile in the morning when you open your eyes just as “Are You My Mother?” smacks you in the face because it means she’s up and you’re about to get a good 30 minutes of snuggle time in before starting your day.

She’s 2. Pick your battles.

What do you do when she insists on sleeping with 10 plastic clothes hangers instead of 5 board books? You reluctantly give in because you want to go to bed too and you can’t handle yet another dramatic 2 year old hissy fit.

She’s 2. Pick your battles.

What do you do when your 2 year old daughter folds her little hands and bows her head to thank God for her Momma, Daddy Boy and Baby Sister? You melt into a puddle on the floor and fold your hands and do the same.

She’s 2. Count your blessings.

Now, please excuse me. I have to go remove 10 plastic clothes hangers from my bed that have been there since 7:30 this morning.

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January 16, 2011
Me: Jae, are you fibbing?
Jae: No, I not fibbing. I Jae.
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January 11, 2011

Bangled, Tangled, Spangled and Spahettied

I’m talkin about HAIR! Long, beautiful hair…falling out of my head.  

Reason #245 babies are cute and lovey: So you won’t obsess over your post-partum hair loss. 

You look at my hair wrong and 10 strands fall to the ground.  With the amount of hair left in my brush, my shower drain and my baby’s diaper I could knit a sweater.

*light bulb*

You’re all getting sweaters next Christmas. Surprise!  

I wish I was exaggerating.  It was very hard for me to refrain from providing photographic proof of this phenomenon. Um, of my hair brush.  Not the diaper.  It doesn’t help that my hair is the longest it has ever been in my entire life.  Lots of hair at great lengths.  It’s just weird.  Just when I think “okay, that must be it” I run my hands through it one last time to come out with my fingers sewn together by strands and strands of hair. {gross} Will I go bald?  Nah.  I will just have a thin ponytail and annoying baby hairs that will make me look like I have men’s sideburns.  

One solution would be to cut it all off.  Cut it short, short, short. I’m talking pixie cut. Pixie cuts are cute.  On pixies.  

Would I trade my adorable chunky baby for a head full of thicker hair? Well, of course not. This is just another one of those things that other women conveniently forget to tell you about when you are gushing about becoming a momma. 

Consider this my {grody} PSA.

Love,peace & {thinning} hair grease,

Balding in Bethlehem

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