I had a whole post ready about our Saturday last weekend with pictures and links to the places we enjoyed in our town and when I went to edit it this morning and post it, it was gone, so instead I’ll post about our yesterday. My brother stayed long on his business trip so we could celebrate my birthday yesterday. My parents and brother came up for church and then we tried Ludy’s for the first time. Delicious and local. The onion rings were too good and the burger was extremely juicy. If you plan to try it, be warned they only take cash. When we got back to our house my aunt and grandpa were waiting for us. We spent the afternoon catching up, eating double chocolate cake, and laughing at the silly “What Does the Fox Say” video (you’ll have to look it up because my linking isn’t working). My parents grabbed Avanti’s sandwiches before heading out of town and we had a card for a free sub, yay, no cooking or dishes for me! My aunt hung out with us after my parents left and I got a bunch of food prep done for this week. Which was a huge gift. I hate being in the kitchen alone so it was really nice to have Andrew and Julianne chat with me while I worked on food. We got our babe to bed with a minute to spare to watch the Revenge season premiere and I went to bed feeling celebrated and accomplished and it’s only just the start of my birthday week…maybe 28 won’t be so bad after all.
I’ve been thinking about this for a few months I don’t agree with the old adage that hindsight is 20/20. I really realized this after I had my c-section. Looking back months later I kept telling myself that I definitely should have pushed to not be induced. Because months later I didn’t have a rapid heartbeat, high blood pressure, a daily headache and frequent nausea, months later when I looked back nothing was wrong and I really didn’t need to be induced. No friends, hindsight is not 20/20.
So next time that older lady stops you in the supermarket and tells you that these are the best years of your life. Or they tell you they wish they could go back to diaper days, remember their hindsight is rose colored. They aren’t remembering sleepless nights, teething babies, blowouts, stomach flus, demanding screaming toddlers, melt downs in the middle of the grocery store, fear of choking on everything in your entire house, and exhaustion just to name a few. No friends, they are remembering morning snuggles, first words, first steps, baby babble, watching their children discover new things and that first amazing night of uninterrupted sleep. So to all you veteran mama’s out there, put a sock in it! And I mean that in the kindest way possible. And to all you weary Mama’s out there I always say it gets better. I thought I loved the infant phase until we entered the toddler phase and I’m sure I’ll enjoy and hate different things about every phase. So hang in there, you might not like where you’re at in this moment, but the beauty of kids is they change daily. So enjoy what you can and stop beating yourself up that you aren’t enjoying EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF EVERY SINGLE DAY, like they advise you to do. Get real people, puke is not something to be enjoyed.
Thinking of all you mama friends who are having a rough go at motherhood this week!
My Dear Sweet Ellery Wynn,
I wanted to write you a letter to tell you about one of my favorite family traditions we started the week you were born. The Saturday morning snuggle. When your dad and I bought our bed we picked a King size bed for several reasons, one of them was so we would have plenty of room for snuggling on Saturday mornings. I saw a statistic the other day that there are only nine hundred some odd Saturdays between birth and college we’ve already had about 60 since you were born and I refuse to waste them. It used to be easier when you nursed, you came to bed Saturday mornings and nursed and then played in our bed. Then nursing ended and snuggles got shorter because you wanted milk in the mornings. The weather has turned cool and the mornings are especially chilly. Daddy brings you into our room, milk in hand, clean diaper and snugly pjs and it buys us a good 30 minutes to enjoy you. Our plan has always been to put a t.v. in our room so we can have a bed full of kiddos to watch Saturday morning cartoons, but now my temptation is to not tell you those exist so Saturday stays sacred. My hope is this time will be when you share your thoughts with us, your dreams, your fears, tell us jokes, reveal your heart and ask questions. That it’ll be our time carved out each week to just enjoy one another. I asked daddy the other day if he thought we could continue this until you left for college and then have you join us when you were home on breaks, he told me that would be a huge stretch. So I plan to hold onto this tradition as long as possible, but I’ll try hard to not force it past it’s time. You are a gift and such a joy in our lives.
Love you forever,
So when I started working we decided it was time to budget. I realize this is a really odd time to start budgeting, but prior to this our goal each month was to spend as little as possible. Now that I’m working we have a little wiggle room. I now have a small budget for me and Ellery which is nice considering we are nearly out of hand me down clothes and I absolutely must have warm things for her to wear this winter. In this area it’s been nice. I’ve been buying myself a few new things to wear and I feel the freedom to buy a few things for Elle when I see them on sale. It has, however, started really stressing me out in areas that are not expendable. Groceries….oh my word…we went $251 OVER last month which was our first month on the budget. I was starting to panic a smidge, ok maybe slightly more than a smidge. Then I tried Aldi and our budget is saved!! I can’t say enough good things about Aldi. We have a nice new one by us. It’s clean, small, few choices, I can do my whole shopping trip in less than 30 minutes and today I discovered that it has my favorite humus that I thought only existed in Texas. I also appreciate the eating out budget, it causes me to really think about if I need that sandwich or ice cream cone. Maybe it’ll help us lose weight even! Everyone has always told us that budgets create freedom, I am finally starting to see how this MIGHT be true for us.
This week I had the absolute privilege of watching my “niece” Cora enter the world. My bestie Steph decided early on that she wanted me in the delivery and I feel so lucky that she chose me to be there and share this extremely special moment. Leading up to it I really didn’t know what to think. I didn’t have a “normal” birth. Mine was complicated and stressful and I never got even close to pushing so I really had no idea what it would be like. So when people have asked me over the last few days what it was like my response is pretty much always the same, “it was really cool.” Not gonna lie, it was also extremely hard, all you Mama’s out there who have pushed your babies out, wow that is like the most intense workout of your life. I had a front row seat to Cora’s grand entrance into the world and as long as I live I truly don’t think I’ll ever forget it. One moment she was a fetus, the next moment she was a human being who is so loved by so many people. She was so anticipated, so wanted, and so celebrated. I’m in love.
Have you ever stumbled upon a recipe and you just know you will always make it that way forever? That’s what this recipe is for me. In college I got this recipe from a roommate’s cookbook and have made banana bread this way ever since. Wish I could give credit to the maker, but I have no idea what cookbook it was. There are a couple things that make this a beautiful recipe: it’s easy and you probably have everything on hand. Did you know that you can freeze bananas and they are perfect for smoothies and bread? I discovered this after years of only making bread when I had three super ripe bananas (which almost never happens).
1/4 cup butter
3/4 cup sugar
1 1/2 cup ripe bananas (about 3)
2 large eggs
1/3 cup low fat yogurt, sour cream, or buttermilk
1t vanilla extract
2 cups all purpose flour
1 t baking soda
1/2 t salt
Preheat oven to 350 and spray an 8×4 loaf pan
Beat butter and sugar. Add banana, eggs, “yogurt,” & vanilla. Blend well, bananas may have lumps. Add flour, baking soda and salt with a spatula. Pour the batter into the prepared pan and bake on middle rack for about 1 hour.
My favorite way to eat this is heated or toasted with a little bit of peanut butter, so delicious!!
I recently started following more fashion blogs. In an attempt to dress more like I did pre-baby I thought I would spend a little time each week browsing blogs, staying up on trends and gathering inspiration. I stumbled upon putting me together through Pinterest and I really like her blog a lot. She is having a link party today and challenging people to style one article of clothing multiple ways. I decided to take the dress I bought to wear on our anniversary this year and challenge myself to style it for all 4 seasons. I honestly was and still am iffy on whether or not I really love the dress, but it was cheap and white so I went for it. Turns out I like it tons more for winter than I did for summer. I apologize for the picture quality, these were taken by my love, in the corner of our living room, on the iPad, as quickly as possible before little missy got up from nap. I have a whole new appreciation for the fashion bloggers who have beautiful professional quality photographs everyday…I think I’ll stick to word blogging with pictures thrown in here and there.
Did anyone else feel like August spun out of control?? I felt pulled in a million different directions last month and I just kept telling myself “you just have to make it to September and things will settle in again.” I love routine and with fall comes a routine rhythm of life that I crave. Small group is starting, summer travel is behind us, work slows down a bit each fall, the cooler temps will help Ellery and I get outside more and walk which I’ve been slacking on lately, date nights are in the works again, and I finally feel like our house is in a decent state. I love the fall, I missed it dearly, and while it’s not exactly feeling like fall right now, I know it’s on it’s way so I’m glad it’s September. And hallelujah for a long weekend. For those of you who do not follow me on Instagram our weekend has looked a little something like this….