THIS is why I see moms at Target in yoga pants, baseball hats, whisper screaming at their kids with a huge Starbucks in their hand (that has probably gotten cold, by the way). And this is why I haven’t blogged in almost a month! Life is crazy with a 2-year-old and a 2-month-old.
I literally cannot think of a title
Next time I’ll have a more witty or lyrical blog post for ya. This one is sponsored by 5 hours of intermittent sleep, coffee, and no shower since yesterday morning. Who wants to be my friend?! We were at the…
A pink unicorn and a post-it note
This. This letter right here. You know, loving others how Jesus loves us isn’t hard. We just make it complicated. I think of this 6-year-old who decided that what my baby girl needed was a pink unicorn, a green pom-pom,…
10 things I know now as a second-time momma
8. Go see your girlfriends and drink some wine. Talk about Zac Efron’s new muscles. Movie. Or both. Whatever.
Little Bug
We are delaying the open heart surgery as long as possible to get her as big and as strong as possible, which means we make do until we can’t. Until the medications don’t work well enough anymore. Until she gets too tired to feed. Until she stops gaining weight. And that’s the part I wish I could skip right over.
Almost there
If how you’ve fared in your first two weeks of life is any indication of your future, Emily Ann, then it’s a big one. I can’t wait to say PEACE OUT, NICU!
