Summertime arrived in full swing. This year, Brian and I decided to go to San Diego again for our anniversary weekend, leaving Edison home with Grandma. He didn’t mind, especially when he got some special treats – donuts on his morning walks.
Brian and I started our trip off right – we were heading to the beach, so pirate cake pops seemed fitting.
When the Airbnb condo described itself as “steps away from the beach,” it wasn’t lying.
It was also a short walk from Belmont park, where we played mini-golf one night, and rode the rides, including the old wooden roller coaster, another. I almost lost my glasses on the roller coaster, we felt a little sick after eating a funnel cake, Brian got ice cream as big as his head, and the whole thing was wonderful.
I also discovered Acai bowls, and took dozens of foodies that I will spare you.
After searching with faulty directions last year, this year we found Balboa Park! We could have spent a couple days here, but we only had time for the art museum and the automotive museum, and the rose garden.
We briefly ventured into the historical area of San Diego for breakfast on our last day, and checking out some amazing architecture.
It seemed like no time at all, and then we were road-tripping again to California, this time to LA for the fourth of July weekend.
Edison is pretty chill on road trips.
A burger with gluten-free bread and dairy-free cheese – I thought I died and went to heaven.
Edison takes after me and loves the beach, but boy, was it a lot harder to take him to the beach than I expected. Just trying to keep the sand out of his mouth was pretty impossible, much less off the beach towel and out of the food. Next time, I’m going to search for all the Pinterest beach hacks.
Besides our trips, we had some great down time and just fun moments.
He had a great time playing on these, until some other kids came and he found out they could move. That did not end well!
How does this even happen???
I posted on Instagram that I was beginning to understand why parents of two-year-olds sigh deeply. He does the cutest, sweetest things, and then the next second melts into a raging monster I barely recognize. These days are hard.
The sanity-draining whining, the fits, problems resurfacing at daycare, behavior issues that I just don’t know if I’m dealing with it in the right way, and others I don’t know where to even begin dealing with … parenting is just hard!
Lots of ice cream (after he goes to bed) and a sense of humor are essential, I think.
But after a particularly bad day of fits, Edison got sick at daycare and so he had to stay home the day after. He helped me decorate his birthday cakes, which you can see in this post, by finishing off the frosting.
Since it was a sick day, we also got to watch lots of Thomas the Train.
Edison also tried to be a train – scooting across the top of the back of the couch. Unfortunately, he kind of derailed…
I already posted about Edison’s birthday, but one of the presents Brian was especially excited about was getting Edison his first bike. He hasn’t quite figured out how to ride it yet, but he definitely loves it.
Some days it’s still hard to believe we’re parents of a two-year-old. Each day, he learns more words and makes more connections between ideas, and it’s really a joy to see. There’s still plenty of fit-throwing days, and I know there’s many more in our future, but someday we’ll turn around and he’ll be eighteen. My prayer is that we’re developing his character now, with that day in mind. And making great memories in the process!
For Mother’s Day, we tried a new restaurant in Downtown Mesa that’s become a new favorite – Worth Takeaway. It’s going to be a new favorite brunch and lunch spot!
My Mother’s Day present from Brian and Edison was new plants! So far, they’re all still alive a month later, so this is good.
Not pictured above is my fiddle leaf fig, which we named Newt. Short for Fig Newton, and also, Newt Scamander from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. That gives him basically pet status, and keeps the Harry Potter pet name theme going. Newt is the only plant I’m concerned about – some of his leaves have started turning brown and many have brown spots. I’ve done a lot of googling on the subject, but it seems like it could be over-watering, under-watering, a bacteria, too much light, too little light … it seems that no one really knows what causes fiddle leaf figs distress. Any tips would be great, if someone out there has experience with them!
Poor Edison. He LOVES helping us get ready for work or church in the morning by bringing us our shoes – unfortunately in this case, Brian really didn’t need his shoes while he was in the shower, which Edison could not understand. It’s also heartbreaking when he wants me to wear my tennis shoes with my dresses and skirts to work, and just doesn’t understand why I pick other shoes. I have once worn the tennis shoes to the grocery store, just to make him happy!
One evening, I’d decided to take Edison on a quick walk, more for me than for him, to clear my head a bit in hopes of not tossing and turning all night. He was fascinated by the water flowing through the gutter, and I picked up a few pebbles and tossed them in. He was delighted, and I realized I’d made a terrible mistake – now we were going to be here all night, and we’d barely walked a few feet from the house! As I was trying to hurry him along without success, a lady came jogging past. “I miss those days when they were so small and so content to play with rocks!” She said.
I took a deep breath. The days are long, but the years are short.
I planned a Memorial Day Stay-cation exploring our city of Mesa, specifically, downtown. First up, we discovered a coffee shop that has lavender syrup! I’ve only ever had a lavender latte in Cannon Beach, Oregon, several years ago, so I was beyond excited to discover this a few miles away from my house, all this time! Second stop was a “Sculpture Tour,” a loosely structured scavenger hunt of the 38 some statues downtown.
Also, cool murals.
We closed out the weekend with swimming, some shopping, and taking Edison to a splash pad. He was quite content to watch the other kids, the water, and throw rocks in the puddles.
I see so much of myself in him in social situations like this. While the other kids are running around screaming, making fast friends, I relate so much to his desire to just watch the unfamiliar people from the sideline, observe, talk to the kids that come by and initiate conversation, but for the most part, just do his own thing.
I took a few photos and a video of Edison in the tub, being entertained by his Aunt Andrea playing peekaboo around the doorway. His giggle is just the best.
And now we’re halfway through June! Brian and I will celebrate our 7th wedding anniversary this month with a weekend trip to San Diego – can you believe we’ve been married seven years? And Edison’s second birthday is just around the corner!
I hope, friends, that you’re making summer bucket lists and finding fun ways to relax and enjoy the days. The days are long, especially in summer, but the years are short!
When I text Brian, “Can we just run away?” And he texts back, “Yes,” it’s time to take a vacation. In March, we didn’t really have time to take an actual vacation, but we did squeeze in a day trip to Payson, AZ. That day, it happened to be 90 degrees in Phoenix and a balmy 78 in Payson, so we picked the perfect time for our mini spring break!
After a visit to the Rim County Museum (not recommended for toddlers, but if you do go, FYI there’s a bunch of toys UPSTAIRS. Just go up there first, instead of at the end!) We found the perfect place for lunch. We were still on our Whole 30 Challenge for the month of March, and we found great options at the Mongollon Moose!
We stopped at a bike shop (as always) and Edison was quite taken with the rocks he found outside. Then we took a short drive up to a lake, and did a little “hiking”… aka, walking in the woods, ate some snacks, and taught Edison how to throw rocks in the water.
We had just enough time to stop at an Antique shop before it closed – Granny’s Attic Antiques. They gave Edison the baby, and then when I found the carved candlelabra and vintage Mickey Mouse book, they were close to closing, so they gave those to me for free also. That’s the best kind of antiquing! Note to self: take a cute kid with you to get good deals.
Very last minute, Brian and I decided to do the Walk for Life. It’s a short walk – 2.5 miles – and it doesn’t cost anything to participate, but you can raise funds by having people sponsor you, and the funding goes to our local crisis pregnancy centers. In one week, we were able to raise $375!
As part of the 2.5 mile walk, we got to tour the Tempe center. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but I was so impressed by the facility and the staff. The ultrasound and exam rooms were comfortable, welcoming, peaceful, and professional. The center’s licensed medical and volunteer staff provides free pregnancy testing, ultrasounds, abortion information and risks counseling, low-cost STD testing and treatment, childbirth and parenting classes, men’s mentoring, post-abortive recovery groups, and abuse recovery groups. All without ANY government funding – it’s completely funded through donations.
At the end of March, we renewed our Zoo membership, which reminded us that this is the perfect time of year to take advantage of it!
We’ve gone almost every weekend – and it’s so fun to see Edison picking up the animal names. The mammal (camel) and monkeys are favorites.
This is how I did my Lent Bible study on weekends – with the company of a little cuddler.
My sister-in-law Andrea visited us for a weekend on her spring break from teaching! Of course that would be the weekend Edison had major allergy issues, which made playing outside a little challenging. All the more cuddles for her, though! Edison missed her when she left – he asked about where “Anya” went.
A few other great #toddlerlife moments:
When mama doesn’t want to wear the shoes you picked out for her to church.
When you ask for a banana, then get so mad when mama peels it before giving it to you that you throw it on the floor, and then immediately regret that decision.
We try to keep a sense of humor about the toddler meltdowns! Overall, this stage has been really fun. Watching him sleep stretched out in his crib, he seems so big, and yet still so small. He’s so quickly becoming a boy and not a baby anymore.
This weekend, the temps are supposed to climb to 100 degrees, meaning it’s the end of our spring and the start of summer. I’ll miss having the doors and windows open all day, and letting the cool breeze fill the house. But I’m happy to say goodbye to spring allergies, and hello to pool time!
Just like each season brings it’s own joys and challenges, I’m learning that parenting really goes in seasons too. Nothing stays the same for long, and just when you think you’ve got things figured out, there’s new growth and change. But the new joys and discoveries make up for the things we leave behind.
What season of the year is your favorite? Do you have a favorite parenting season as well? Let me know in the comments below.
The first thing I noticed was the smell of rotting meat.
I’d just flown back from a two day conference, where I’d sat elbow to elbow with CEOs and marketers for million (or billion) dollar companies, learning from a multiple time bestselling author and renowned speaker.
Before the conference, I obsessed over what I would wear, over how I would introduce myself, over the chip in my nail polish that would surely give me away as an impostor who didn’t belong there. The stunning location and beautiful event materials made me want to shrink inside my navy blazer and disappear.
But then, the conference got underway. I stumbled through introductions, and to my shock, no one told me to leave. In fact, they actually listened to my ideas and took my suggestions seriously. No one interrupted me, or made me feel like I was too young, or too idealistic, or just didn’t understand the way things worked. They actually listened to what I had to say, and found it valuable. By day two, I felt like I belonged – like I could be confident and speak up, because I’d be taken seriously. I was taken seriously.
And then the conference ended. And that brings me back to the smell.
As soon as I walked through the door to my office, I smelled decomposing meat.
While my colleague and I were gone at the conference, some other team members had been using our workspace, without asking. They’d had some BBQ for dinner, and left their trash on our desks.
Dirty napkins, empty coffee cups, and of course, the rotting carcass that I’d smelled when I first walked in.
These just happened to be the same team members that we’d just spent hundreds of hours of our time over the last few weeks in planning for a project for them, and then my colleague spent two solid weeks of travel, and several late nights, early mornings, and squeezing in their phone calls and helping them even while we were at the conference. They’re the same team members who don’t fill out request forms, and demand 24 hour turnarounds without apologies or even a thank you.
I bet it’s happened to you too, even if you don’t work in an office. A few hours after your birthday celebration, you realize that you’re the one they all expect to wash the sink full of sticky plates and silverware, and clean the cake out of the carpet. After the Mother’s Day service at church, your husband complains about the laundry not being finished, and the kids are whining about what you fixed them for dinner. You come home from coffee with a friend feeling refreshed, only to find the house is in shambles inside and your husband is so happy you’re home … so he can go back to cleaning his car.
The injustice stings. These are the people we’re trying to help, and instead of showing appreciation, they just demand more, or respond with outright disrespect.
I set off to find those co-workers. I was going to show them the photos I’d just taken of the evidence. I was going to demand an answer to why they thought that was an ok way to behave.
They weren’t in their offices. I felt a little thrill as I thought of being avenged, and I swung by my boss’s office. But she wasn’t there either. Still angry, I marched back to my office.
I cleared off and threw away all the trash. The injustice of it still burned.
Driving home, my mind drifted to weekend plans, and I remembered suddenly that Good Friday was in two days, followed by Easter Sunday.
And then slowly, like sunlight rising over the edge of the horizon, it began to dawn on me.
Two thousand years ago this week, Jesus suffered mockery, abuse, torture, and finally death at the hands of the very people he came to serve.
But it wasn’t just for those people in Jerusalem that he willingly suffered and died. It was because he knew that I would sin that he died, so that I could be right with God.
He was despised and rejected by mankind,
a man of suffering, and familiar with pain.
Like one from whom people hide their faces
he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.
Surely he took up our pain
and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
stricken by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to our own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
Friend, sometimes we will be despised. We may actually suffer at the hands of those we’re trying to help.
But thank God, we have a savior who knows what it is to suffer. And he modeled for us servant leadership, and true love. And when he calls us to love the unlovely, he’s already shown us what that looks like.
Because he first loved us, when we were still sinners, trash and all.
Friday, I left work a little early to try to do some cleaning at home before Brian got off work and picked up Edison from daycare. I turned up the Christmas worship music, and starting from the living room, began mopping my way to the other end of the house. It was slow work, since we haven’t mopped for, oh, a few months? It’s bad when you can’t remember the last time you mopped.
But when I made it to Edison’s room, as I flipped on the light, I felt that the light switch was all sticky. And I couldn’t help but smile.
Sticky light switches make me think of our nightly bedtime routine. After Edison has his pajamas on and his teeth brushed, while I hold him up, he switches off the bathroom light, then the hallway light, and then his bedroom light last of all.
I never would have thought there’d be a day that sticky light switches made me happy. Or the puppies, trucks, books, and blocks I see scattered all over the living room floor from where I sit typing.
But when I see toys all over the floor, or touch a sticky light switch, I’m struck by that feeling. The one all mothers know, the feelings of overwhelming love, joy in this moment, fear that life is going by too fast, sadness of knowing how fleeting it is, sheer happiness in the present. All mingled and combined into the emotion that is motherhood.
So, I’m trying to take each day slowly. My house isn’t decorated as much or as well as I’d like, like the photos I can’t stop pinning on Pinterest, but Edison loves the Christmas tree (and especially the switch that turns the lights on and off) just as it is.
We haven’t made any cute Christmas crafts. I probably won’t have time to put together clever gifts for his teachers at daycare. I forgot to get the mailman anything. I’ve fallen behind on my Advent calendar and devotional, but the scripture and lessons for the days I have done has been a blessing. I might not get all the gifts for all the people I’d like, or send enough Christmas cards, or bake anything at all.
After all, people, I’ve just mopped my floor for the first time in … a very long while, so that should tell you where to set your expectations.
We probably won’t go do all the fun Christmas activities, or fit in all of the Christmas movies, or see all the people we’d like to see while we’re in Iowa for Christmas. But I don’t want this Christmas to go by wishing I’d done more, or seen more, or had more. I just want to be truly present in each moment.
After a jam packed September, we’re savoring the slower days of October.
Three of the four weekends in September, we were traveling or Brian was racing. He started with a open water swimming race in Canyon Lake. I dreaded waking up before the sunrise, but as it turned out, the little monkey decided to wake up at 3 am and not go back to sleep, so we were already up! The views were worth the early morning.
The weekend after that, Brian swam/biked/ran an Olympic distance triathalon!
I shopped at the Junk in the Trunk Vintage Market that weekend, thanks to my sister-in-law’s help keeping Edison occupied.
Then we took off for Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Brian had a business trip there, and since his parents were in the area, we took the whole family and make a weekend of it. We went to the art museum, boated around the lake and the river, and visited the public market. Edison loved the boat … once he got over having to wear the life jacket.
We loved the city’s mix of historic and new. The architecture was incredible. If you visit, I recommend a day at the Historic 3rd Ward, including a visit to the Public Market, a trip to the art museum, and breakfast at Collectivo.
And a boat. I highly recommend you make friends with someone who owns one, or marry into a family that has one. If it comes with in-laws who watch your baby for you for the night so you and your husband can spend the night on the boat all by yourselves, count yourself extremely fortunate! But I might have taken the only ones that fit that description 🙂
We agreed that even with the added challenge of flying with a toddler, it was one of the most fun family trips we’ve ever taken!
This month, we’ve just had little adventures, and lovely slow Saturdays.
One of our little adventures was getting a little pumpkin spice crazed, and shopping at Trader Joe’s for the sole purpose of buying everything pumpkin flavored. We came home with pumpkin cereal, pumpkin coffee, pumpkin tea, pumpkin pancake mix, pumpkin butter, pumpkin cookies, and pumpkin spiced chai loaf. And some apple cider and frozen orange chicken for good measure.
Because, Trader Joe’s.
On our trip to Milwaukee, Edison learned the function of his backpack, and now he loves playing with it. I’m having visions of sending him off to school, and I’m so not ready for that yet! I’m glad I have a few more years!
And that brings us up to this weekend! Brian volunteered at the Half-Iron Man race, and we were a little glad that he wasn’t doing it this year. We went to a pumpkin patch, and even though it was annoyingly hot, we had a great time walking through the corn maze, looking at the animals (especially the chickens, still Edison’s favorite. How is he my son?) and picking out some pumpkins to take home. After that, we had dinner with friends we hadn’t seen in forever and got to catch up a bit.
Here’s the story of Edison’s first meeting with a tractor. He sees the tractor…
Love at first sight.
Yes, he waved good-bye to the tractor as it drove away. Our Iowa pride was at an all time high.
This week, Edison will turn 15 months! He’s such a little chatterbox now, in the last couple months he added to “Mama” and “Dada” “Uh oh,” “bye-bye,” “Hi,” “light,” “dog,” “all done,” “up,” “thank you,” and most recently, “walk,” since we started going on walks in the evenings.
He’s also started holding our phones (or the TV remote) up to his ear and saying “Hewwooo?” and trying to carry on conversations with the TV. He loves waving to everyone, including passing cars on our walks, and of course, tractors.
And that’s life lately! Thanks for following along on our little adventures!
The tricky thing about Mother’s Day is that you’re really not supposed to buy things for yourself – it’s up to your husband and children to deliver on showing you their appreciation. But what do you do when the child in question is too young to put their hand-prints in cement, color a picture, or “help” make breakfast in bed?
Plus, I think we can all agree that moms need to be recognized year round. So maybe this time, treat yourself to one of these tees. All of them support other mom-run companies!
Keeping it real people! New moms run on prayers and caffeine. I own this shirt, and not only is it super soft, but it’s also not super thin. It’s one of my go-to tees for the weekend. Plus, this is from a mom-run business that gives back – a portion of all proceeds go to feeding malnourished children.
Here’s the heart behind this tee: “For those mommas who put their own health on hold to bring your child into this world, for those mommas who fought hard and kept believing even when all logic said to give up, for you mommas who couldn’t carry your own babies and had to ask for help, for you mommas who know deep in your bones how priceless this gift of motherhood is…this one is for you. Don’t waste your motherhood.” Also, $5 from every tee sold is donated to the Cystinosis Research Foundation.
“Here at Sweet T’s, we are passionate about women. We are passionate about Moms. And we are passionate about sharing what we have with others. Our goal with this tee is to have Moms wear it and be reminded to embrace the hard days, the good days, and all the in-between. Mommyhood is a huge calling and though it’s not always easy, it’s what we were created for and we can do it!! With each “Embracing Mommyhood” tee purchased, we are going to donate 10% of the proceeds to Young Lives. This organization brings hope to teen Moms and gives them a safe place to feel loved. They share the gospel with these sweet girls, they love on them without judgement, and they accept them … All Mamas, young and old, deserve this love and acceptance and we want to help spread this message.”
It doesn’t get better than that!
And even though it’s not a tee, just for fun, I think every new mom in your life needs one of Honeycomb Baby Good’s super cute teething necklaces!
Edison greats me every day when I get home from work and pick him up by promptly chewing on my necklace. These beads are made from silicone and are soft and chewy, perfect for little sore gums.
Of course, these tees don’t just make great gifts for new moms – moms of all stages would probably love one of these great tees.
So there you go! Treat yourself, support other moms, and give back to great causes! Happy Mother’s Day!
You guys. Six months! I distinctly remember thinking when he was around two months old that six months seemed so far away. And then all of a sudden, it was here. It’s his half-birthday – that means Edison is halfway to one whole year old!
Good news: when we came home after visiting family for Christmas, we ran out of Edison’s reflux medicine. And just as the Dr. predicted would happen at some point, he was just fine. We never got it refilled, and he’s had no acid reflux issues for almost a month!
Also, right before we left to visit family for Christmas, I’d taken him to a last minute Dr. appointment. At his 4 month appointment, he’d fallen from the 48th percentile in weight to the 8th. At that appointment, days before he turned 5 months, he’d fallen even further: 4th percentile. Yikes. He still seemed perfectly happy and content, so I tried very hard not to go down the I’m-a-bad-mom slippery slope. We started feeding him a bottle of formula on occasion, and a couple weeks ago, we started some solids. At his six month check up, he was up to 10th percentile! I’m also highly amused that his height is 16th percentile, and get this: his head circumference is in the 83rd. It’s confirmed: he’s a baby genius.
He took huge strides (not literally) sitting up while we were visiting family over Christmas, and he sits mostly unsupported now. I think he’s about to start crawling any day. Still no teeth, but he’s a ferocious chomper. Watch your fingers.
It’s been fun introducing him to solids. He loved oatmeal cereal (takes after his dad), and so for his first vegetable, I started him with squash. I personally love squash, and Brian hates it, so I figure that if I can get Edison to like it, I’ll actually have a reason to buy it. Squash was a hit, and then we tried peas and apples a couple times, but the faces of disgust and shock … well, we got some great videos, but we couldn’t torture the poor kid. Sweet potatoes, another favorite of mine that Brian detests, seem pretty ok. So far, I’m winning when it comes to food preferences.
He babbles, sings on occasion, and giggles on the regular. He greatly dislikes wearing shoes, and I absolutely love dressing him up. The bow tie and cardigan he got for Christmas are my favorites, and he’s a good sport about it.
Per usual, I had big plans for Christmas crafts, actually baking, great gifts, and Christmas cards. But this year, ain’t nobody got time for that.
But I did make the “Silent Night” artwork on the mantle, and decorated the house, and the tree. And since we didn’t get family Christmas pictures taken, I took a few of Edison under the tree.
Edison has loved the lights and ornaments!
Christmas festivities included tree shopping, going to see Winter Wonder – a Christmas production by Scottsdale Bible Church, watching Elf and enjoying fires in the fireplace.
We opened presents as a family, and Edison got to try out the bouncer we got him, before we flew to Iowa the next day. He was a trooper! He fell asleep before the first takeoff, was content to suck on his pacifier or bottle for the landing and next takeoff, and only cried during the last landing, which was a little rough for all of us. He had no problem getting through security, and since we’d figured out a few days before that he liked being in the infant carrier if he faces out and can see all the people, that made it easy to transport him around the airports.
Since we’ve been in Iowa, we celebrated Christmas with Brian’s immediate family Christmas Eve morning, my immediate family Christmas Eve evening, then drove two hours that night so we could celebrate Christmas morning with Brian’s extended family, leaving early afternoon to celebrate with my extended family, and then driving back to spend the night with Brian’s extended family. Then we visited with Brian’s extended-extended family the next morning, and early afternoon make the trek back to Brian’s parents’ house, where we’re staying. And then we took long naps.
This week, I’m trying to fit in more time with family and friends, while not overdoing it. I’ve figured out that as much as Edison likes people, he needs time to recharge, which has meant crying most of the day on Monday and refusing to sleep. But we’re figuring it out, one day at a time. And seeing my family enjoy spending time with him is totally worth it.
Edison turned five months! Even in the time we’ve been here, he’s started sitting up mostly on his own, rolling over more, making lots of new sounds, and sometimes I’m pretty sure he recognizes his name. He’s chewing ferociously on everything, but no teeth yet!
I got my wish for a white Christmas! And then some – we got hit with a blizzard, which allowed us some much needed down time for naps and working on New Year’s Resolutions.
Travel, snow, family, friends, decorating cookies, cozy pajamas, great presents, sleeping in late and drinking hot apple cider out of giant mugs – it’s almost like a story out of the Hallmark Christmas movies we’ve been staying up late to watch. Minus dumping the handsome attorney for the rugged country boy, and having to choose between a promotion in the big city and said rugged country boy. In this story, I will still go back to the big city, and I’ll take my rugged country boy with me!
Merry Christmas from us! I hope you have a fantastic New Year!
Brian did the Arizona Half-Ironman! It’s a 1.2 mile swim, followed by a 56 mile bike ride, and topped off with a half marathon. Yeah. I was more than a little concerned for him going into it, since he hadn’t been able to train all that much with helping me take care of Edison. But he did it! And my sister-in-law, Edison, and I were there to cheer him all all seven and a half hours of it. I’m so proud!
It was a tiring day for all of us.
Speaking of tired, Edison has had a slow time adjusting to sleeping at daycare. He usually only takes very short naps there, when I’m working from home with him the next day, he’s very sleepy and snuggly.
In the last couple weeks, he’s improved his fine motor skills. Pulling this little blanket’s ribbons into his mouth, and burying his face in it, are some of his new favorite things to do.
Reaching new heights!
Going back to work has been … challenging. Beyond what I imagine is normal – I have a new boss, a new job, my entire department has been restructured … and many other challenges that I can’t go into here.
But I recently read this quote, and it sums up my perspective. I know that I’m capable of learning to do whatever I set my mind to and making it great, so there’s no sense in wasting energy on the past.
The sunsets lately have been incredible.
Our little man turned three months old! Look at those smiles!
He’s starting to look like a toddler, and my heart can’t handle it.
At daycare, he made his first art! He painted this pumpkin with his feet. Clearly, my baby is a genius.
With all the drama at work, Halloween snuck up on me. I had to improvise with what I had already for Edison’s costume. I figured that if we took Edison trick-or-treating, our neighbors might see through that, so I’m hoping that next year we’ll have a reason to get dressed up as a family (including Sirius!).
Since it is actually a little chilly, Edison decided he’d prefer to be a sailor for Halloween.
That’s a bit of life lately! I hope you had a safe and fun Halloween!
Out of curiosity, how old were your kids when you first took them trick-or-treating? Let me know in the comments below or on Facebook.