sweet

I can’t hold my sweet little bluebird baby and not feel God. In her chubby little fingers pressed into my skin, her sweet milk scented breath against my neck…She’s everything true and just. The definition of a blessing in its purest form.
I am filled with gratitude for all the ways my God has worked in my life – but today - most specifically for this magical, warm little person that is asleep across my chest at this very moment.
God is so very good and I’m holding proof.

proud

things i am immensely proud of......


breastfeeding.


making my own baby food.


being pregnant again and still managing dinner 5 nights a week.


shamelessly eating burger king daily.


teaching ava to slap her leg and throw her head back while she laughs.


wearing ava as much as possible even though she weighs in at 23 lbs.


being dairyfree for 9 months and counting.

success?

my very own definition of SUCCESS.....

Success is making dinner while holding a squirming,reaching, kissing, drooling, singing 9 month old.

Success is getting out of the house dressed.

Success is remembering where you left your cell phone.

Success is finding time to take a shower & actually using it to take a shower.

Success is slapping your leg laughing at loud with your 9 month old when you realize you locked your keys in the house again.

Success is getting the laundry from the bedroom floor to the kitchen floor one day, from the kitchen floor to the laundry room the next- in the washing maching that night & the dryer in the morning...folding optional.

its the little things.

trying

so im going to try really hard to blog. as in weekly.
heres an update on my life..
ava is 9 1/2 months old.
im a week into being 30 years old.
and 21 weeks pregnant with a beautiful bouncing baby boy.
teething is not a fun time. but avas litle pearly white is very cute!
nor is trying to sleep pregnant on you big fat belly knowing your little one is going to cry for you any minute.. any minute.. "mamamamamamaaaa".
my sandman still sends me...
waiting for him to come home now and kiss me happy.

blueribbon baby

when i was a little girl i loooved to read Charlottes Web.. and alwasys dreamed of the day i would have a blueribbon...something.....never did i think i would have a blueribbon baby!!!

yes ladies & gentleman.. my beautiful blue-eyed , sweet spirited baby has won a blueribbon!

for what you ask? for being ..ehem..

fat.

thats right.. my sweet baby has won an award for being

the fattest breastfed baby in her pedi s office....

what can i say?

Ava, mommy is so proud.

spent half the night just rockingmy little baby.. thanking God for a tangible piece of His faithfulness to me.

i never thought being a mommy would mean choosing between eating breakfast or kissing your husband before the baby wakes....or that i would wear a shirt with spit up on it for 2 days in a row and not even notice(or care after finding out).. or that i am capable of going to work while drinking a coffee & answering the phone while also talking on the walkie talkie to my sick husband all while bouncing on my heels so the baby im wearing in a sling stays asleep...

so

so. the sandman has a slipped disk in his back and is out of work and home for the next few weeks. enough said. (ie im going out of my mind)

so. oreos are NOT really dairy free.. and my poor little bluebird is suffering.

so. decaf coffee with a shot of vanilla and soymilk was the highlight of my morning.

and then i heard the sandman singing to the bluebird.

sigh.

target

dear Ava,

even though your only 3 months old..

i like to believe you have inherited my love of cheap fashion & red nail polish & bargains & long walks down aisles & aisles of interesting items...but i guess i was wrong...

since you cry when we enter target and smile when we leave...

why Ava why....

love Mommy

trees

sitting in my office this fall day watching my 94 year old gramma push her 10th greatgrandaughter~ my 3 month old beauty~ in her carriage..

orange & red leaves are swirling around Gramma Luisa's feet and the carriage wheels..

every now & then she leans down to tuck Ava in & smiles.

i feel so blessed to have these kind of days.

and am so happy my little bluebird can know the love of her great grandmother!

like a tree with deep roots i hope one day she will feel as full & happy as i do. sigh.