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So, I’m going to try to menu plan my dinners. I’m not exactly sure how it’ll turn out, but I’m going to give it a whirl. Here’s this upcoming week:
Monday – homemade pizza
Tuesday – roast beef with mashed potatoes & veggies
Wednesday (New Year’s Eve Party) – slow-cooker chili
Thursday – turkey stew
Friday – rice/meatballs/veggies/caesar
Lately my posts have been a little touchy-feely, and the humerous/intellectual parts of me are protesting. So here’s a great story for you.
My kid’s got skills.
Today Isaac pood (is that how you spell that??) in his diaper. Not an unusual event in itself (believe me). But today he managed to get the poo all over the outside of the diaper, the snappi (holds the cloth diaper together), the diaper cover, his pants (leaked through onto me), his socks, his legs, and even his feet. It was quite the explosion of poo. Breastfed baby poo is yellow and runny, and run it did.
Yet somehow he managed to avoid getting any on his onesie at all.
Figure that one out!
I am making a conscious effort lately to really enjoy Isaac and all that he is right now. Despite the exhaustion, the piles and piles of laundry, and everything else that goes with having a baby… he is such a treasure. Last night as I sat rocking him, he lay sleeping in my arms. I leaned my head down to gaze at his face up close, and whispered prayers of thanks to God for giving him to us. I prayed for him and us, and kissed his soft little cheeks until he stirred and I had to hold myself back in order not to wake him. I rocked him a few extra minutes, drinking in the sweetness of his eyes, his lips, his nose, his cheeks.
I’m so in love!
I love how he looks at me with big eyes, raised eyebrows, and a little round open mouth… kind of the “who, me?” look. I smile at him, he smiles back, and if I’m lucky he and I engage in an out and out laugh fest with deep belly laughs and sparkling eyes that meet (Sigh).
Today I held him in my arms and put my cheek up to his face, and he goobered all over my cheek, giving me kisses (kind of).
I’ve honestly never been happier to be covered in slobber.
Fancy name brands.
I’m not talking about shopping at Old Navy rather than Walmart because you want slightly better quality (theoretically speaking). I’m talking about sunglasses that cost $3000, and handbags that cost $4000, and shoes that cost $2000. I mean, what is the point? Is it seriously JUST the name on the tag that you want? Why? To buy your social standing? To make yourself feel better than others? Because you’re just THAT shallow?
Yikes!
And that’s my rant for the day.
I’m now a mother…
(Yup, that still sounds strange.)
I can’t believe he’s almost 3 months old. Or 11 weeks and 5 days to be exact. Everyone asks “so how is being a mom?”. I usually answer “um, it’s harder than you can even imagine… but also more amazing”. It really is. I had no clue it was this difficult. (And if I could underline that a zillion times, I totally would!). On the other hand, I’ve been wanting to be a stay-at-home mom since I was like 7 years old, imagining what it would be like. But even I couldn’t imagine how amazing it would feel to look into my own son’s eyes. I can see God in him. Such a beautiful and amazing little child could never have come into existence by random chance. God is a master creator! I wouldn’t give him back for anything. I’ve never in my life experienced love like this. I love him differently than I’ve ever loved anyone before, and I don’t think I can exactly describe it. I just love him so much.
Red and Honey 