Dear Brock, you got a little wild and crazy Saturday. You brought me home flowers on Monday. Well played my love. Dear Thanksgiving, less than a week!!! Whoop Whoop!! I will stuff my face and attempt to play hostess. All at the same time!! Dear Georgia Weather, make up your mind! You are cold, you are warm. You rain, you shine. My head is spinning and my feet are always cold. Sheesh. Dear Lover boy. I am taking onions out of all the Thanksgiving dishes for you. & that is love. You are welcome.
6 Days till Turkey Day!!!
Friday, November 16, 2012
Just when you think...
That you have failed as a mother something happens that just melts your heart and makes you so very thankful to be where you are. Today and yesterday Bug was not feeling well. His little sad eyes have been breaking my heart. I have done everything in my power to remember its just a cold and colds happen but I have prided myself on the fact that Hunter has never been sick.
Anyways, we hate the booger picker around here. You know the ones. Big orange bulb looking things the hospital sends home with new mommies. I have had to use it multiple times a day for his runny nose. Usually, he protests but is a really good sport. Usually, until today. Today he fought me and cried big fat crocodile tears before finally going limp and just crying with no sound. Here I am, holding down my 7 month old son and begging him to calm down. I am in tears, even though I know it is for his own good. When I am done and he is just spent I scoop him up and we go to our favorite chair and I just whisper over and over, "Mommy is here. Mommy is here."
After a couple of minutes he finds his favorite place under my chin and falls into the worlds deepest baby sleep.
And then I smile.
It's hard. The things we have to do as parents are tough. && because of it we have to be tough as nails. Hard and strict and full of love. As I'm making Bug miserable it was easy to think I am not doing anything right. When he was happy and comfortable I thought to myself, " Hey, you are doing this! We are doing this. & best of all no one told us how. No one told me when and how to use that mean old booger picker. No one told me just how to rock that sweet boy to sleep when he needs his Momma most.
This things all come from my love of that boy. A love that started the minute I saw the plus sign. A love that grew the first time I heard his heartbeat, and felt the first flutter. A love that knows no bounds, and has been rock solid since the first time I heard him cry.
I am a mother. I will be his first everything and he will be my heart forever. We will tackle the cold monsters together.
All is well in he Watkins house...
At least for the night.
Anyways, we hate the booger picker around here. You know the ones. Big orange bulb looking things the hospital sends home with new mommies. I have had to use it multiple times a day for his runny nose. Usually, he protests but is a really good sport. Usually, until today. Today he fought me and cried big fat crocodile tears before finally going limp and just crying with no sound. Here I am, holding down my 7 month old son and begging him to calm down. I am in tears, even though I know it is for his own good. When I am done and he is just spent I scoop him up and we go to our favorite chair and I just whisper over and over, "Mommy is here. Mommy is here."
After a couple of minutes he finds his favorite place under my chin and falls into the worlds deepest baby sleep.
And then I smile.
It's hard. The things we have to do as parents are tough. && because of it we have to be tough as nails. Hard and strict and full of love. As I'm making Bug miserable it was easy to think I am not doing anything right. When he was happy and comfortable I thought to myself, " Hey, you are doing this! We are doing this. & best of all no one told us how. No one told me when and how to use that mean old booger picker. No one told me just how to rock that sweet boy to sleep when he needs his Momma most.
This things all come from my love of that boy. A love that started the minute I saw the plus sign. A love that grew the first time I heard his heartbeat, and felt the first flutter. A love that knows no bounds, and has been rock solid since the first time I heard him cry.
I am a mother. I will be his first everything and he will be my heart forever. We will tackle the cold monsters together.
All is well in he Watkins house...
At least for the night.
Friday, November 9, 2012
{Friday's Letters}
Dear Brock Hayden, Lovin' the five o' clock shadow. How ironic though, that I am used to the lack of beard, just as it's bout to start coming in strong. Way to keep this lady guessing. Dear Holidays, I can just taste all the Thanksgiving goodies already! You are not coming fast enough, and that's a fact! I cannot wait to make Nanee's sweet potato souffle and eat it for days and days. Bliss, total bliss. Dear Baby Led Weaning, you are pretty awesome! However you are the messiest baby adventure we have com across. You deserve a blog post of your own. Stay posted for that one, complete with super sweet pictures of Bug trying avocado. Get excited. Dear Husband of Mine, you are so special to me. I have been planning your birthday for days now. (Yes, it is in February) but you know I am a planner! Can't wait to surprise you with a month full of all the things you love!
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Five O'Clock Mini Meltdown
Or was it?
This morning, (and by morning I mean 20 mins ago) I had a moment. Hence lying here in bed feeling bad about it and finding it necessary to burden you with my troubles.
Anyways, Brock is in charge of morning feedings. The end. He is also a champion baby washer but as far as his number one duty outside of just loving Hunter unconditionally is that early morning feeding. He does it without fail & without complaint. Go Dad! So this morning when Brock woke me and told me he had put some Mommy 's Milk out to thaw I was instantly in a tizzy! "Don't you have time to feed him?" I asked in what I am sure was not a nice tone. He calmly explained that we were out of formula for that morning bottle and he didn't have time to properly thaw one. So I drag my mean little butt out of bed and do it myself. When I get it done before he leaves, I make sure he knows. Literally the minute he walks out the door I am kicking myself in the rear!
I wasn't dragged out of bed to "work" per se, nor was it really a loss of my precious sleep. It was a chance to spend 5 minutes more than I normally would have with my awesome kid who loves to cuddle when he is sleepy more than I love holiday coffee! {which is a lot, I might add!}
It was a chance to tell my husband how much I love him face to face and conscious, rather than the usual sleepy I love you, goodbye.
Why am I not more thankful and PRESENT! These tasks we do without thought are more than just obligations, they are privileges. How dare I waste one single moment?
It is something I will have to remind myself for the rest of my life. The sense of urgency will remain but as long as I can temper it with moments where I am just still, just being, I think we will be okay.
My goal for today: some quiet time with my Father, and peace that most mornings I have a great hubby who does that not so loved task, without ever asking me,"Can't you do it?"
This morning, (and by morning I mean 20 mins ago) I had a moment. Hence lying here in bed feeling bad about it and finding it necessary to burden you with my troubles.
Anyways, Brock is in charge of morning feedings. The end. He is also a champion baby washer but as far as his number one duty outside of just loving Hunter unconditionally is that early morning feeding. He does it without fail & without complaint. Go Dad! So this morning when Brock woke me and told me he had put some Mommy 's Milk out to thaw I was instantly in a tizzy! "Don't you have time to feed him?" I asked in what I am sure was not a nice tone. He calmly explained that we were out of formula for that morning bottle and he didn't have time to properly thaw one. So I drag my mean little butt out of bed and do it myself. When I get it done before he leaves, I make sure he knows. Literally the minute he walks out the door I am kicking myself in the rear!
I wasn't dragged out of bed to "work" per se, nor was it really a loss of my precious sleep. It was a chance to spend 5 minutes more than I normally would have with my awesome kid who loves to cuddle when he is sleepy more than I love holiday coffee! {which is a lot, I might add!}
It was a chance to tell my husband how much I love him face to face and conscious, rather than the usual sleepy I love you, goodbye.
Why am I not more thankful and PRESENT! These tasks we do without thought are more than just obligations, they are privileges. How dare I waste one single moment?
It is something I will have to remind myself for the rest of my life. The sense of urgency will remain but as long as I can temper it with moments where I am just still, just being, I think we will be okay.
My goal for today: some quiet time with my Father, and peace that most mornings I have a great hubby who does that not so loved task, without ever asking me,"Can't you do it?"
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Moments
So today as I struggled with the time change and a general lack of motivation regarding all things housewife, I was reminded that it is in fact the little things that make this life so sweet. On that other hand it is the "little things" that drive us crazy on a daily basis.
And I had to remind myself I am going to miss all those things. Good or bad.
For instance.
Brock wears button ups. All. The. Time. & without fail, he refuses to button to the top. Not like, top button to wear a tie. Just the one below that. I always come behind him and button it, and he always finds a way to undo it when I am not looking. Drives me crazy!!! Seriously though, is there going to be a time I miss those moments where I catch him with it unbuttoned and we both get a good laugh? Probably!
& then there is Hunter. Today he decided to become a champion boxer. He would literally fight me when I would go to rock him. He does this sometimes. Gets in these moods where he does not want to be held, yet doesn't want to go to sleep on his own in his bed! So we fight, and usually I win. & because of the struggle when he goes to sleep I put him down immediately. Tonight before bed I reminded myself that I will miss all of that. When he is finally done fighting and is asleep I should be cherishing every single moment. Will I miss the struggle and the time spent making him realize he really is tired? Maybe not! But what I will miss is when his eyes shut and he breathes even and we are just there together. Soon he will be on the move! Shame on me for not loving every second of snuggling he gives me.
I need to take more time to reflect on all that I am thankful every. Every little moment. Good or bad.
And I had to remind myself I am going to miss all those things. Good or bad.
For instance.
Brock wears button ups. All. The. Time. & without fail, he refuses to button to the top. Not like, top button to wear a tie. Just the one below that. I always come behind him and button it, and he always finds a way to undo it when I am not looking. Drives me crazy!!! Seriously though, is there going to be a time I miss those moments where I catch him with it unbuttoned and we both get a good laugh? Probably!
& then there is Hunter. Today he decided to become a champion boxer. He would literally fight me when I would go to rock him. He does this sometimes. Gets in these moods where he does not want to be held, yet doesn't want to go to sleep on his own in his bed! So we fight, and usually I win. & because of the struggle when he goes to sleep I put him down immediately. Tonight before bed I reminded myself that I will miss all of that. When he is finally done fighting and is asleep I should be cherishing every single moment. Will I miss the struggle and the time spent making him realize he really is tired? Maybe not! But what I will miss is when his eyes shut and he breathes even and we are just there together. Soon he will be on the move! Shame on me for not loving every second of snuggling he gives me.
I need to take more time to reflect on all that I am thankful every. Every little moment. Good or bad.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Leaves, yummy!
Took Bug out to the park this morning for an impromtu photo shoot :) Brock did something I love, he took the camera and got some of Hunter & I! I feel like all of our family photos are Brock and Hunter, with Mommy taking the picture. It's nice to be in the frame for once!
Anyways, Hunter wouldn't look at the camera to save his life nor smile in a posey sort of way, but they work! As always, he is my favorite little model. Here we go...
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Anyways, Hunter wouldn't look at the camera to save his life nor smile in a posey sort of way, but they work! As always, he is my favorite little model. Here we go...
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Friday, November 2, 2012
Friday's Letters
It is with complete happiness & peace of mind that I write today's post. My sweet son just fell asleep in my arms and I laid him down for a long nap. I am sitting in the sun room with big plans to start my Blurb book and the weather is killer. There is a cup of coffee waiting for me when I am done and it's in my favorite cup. Today is a good day. It's the little things isn't it?
Dear Mr. Watkins, you are my reason for everything I do. You and Hunter are my whole world. You know this right? Dear Atlanta Airport, how I loathe you! You turn this country girl into a nervous wreck! Glad you brought my sweet father in law and brother in law home safely to us though! For that I am thankful! Dear Target, you are nailing it this season! Bought some super cute wedges today that I will rock all Fall. Thanks & you are welcome. I am pretty sure I own a share somehow. Dear No Shave November, you made my sweet husband look like a little boy. A lost little boy. && somehow I love him more for it! However, I cannot wait to see that five o'clock shadow that means his beard is coming back full force! Dear Sugar, how awesome is it that we fight like cats and dogs but at the end of the day all that matters is that somehow we end up side by side looking down at Hunter in his crib thanking God for that precious boy? He, among a million other things, brings us together, && makes us a stronger family. I am in love with watching you love him. I am just in love with you. Period.
Enjoy this great weather, be thankful for what you have and think about those that wish they were in YOUR shoes! I can guarantee they are out there! :)
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