Zoë and her afro or Afro and her Zoë ✌🏼Igår var det en unge i parken som sa ”mamma titta vilket stort hååår!” och pekade på Zoë. Mamman skämdes lite för hon såg att jag hörde och sa ”Ja allas hår är olika, några har stort hår, andra kort hår”. Och jag kände mig inte annat än stolt över Zoë’s stora jävla hår - jag har hundra hårsnoddar och band hemma som jag köpt på mig i föreställningen om att jag då och då ska kunna göra tofsar osv. Men nej. Jag får inte. Ingen får, och det är så nice - att hon älskar sitt hår och att springa runt med det precis som det är - stort, lockigt och fantastiskt. Kolla vad cool hon är! PS. Varför finns det ingen afro-emoji?! 👀
I call most things “apples”. I know what they’re meant to be called, but it makes Olver (Oliver) laugh, so I call them all apples...or cupcakes.
There was swimming, we looked for bugs, went to the beach, scooted, played in play grounds, went to discos, had BBQs. We loved our holiday.
MUMS OF GIRLS //
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Tonight we celebrated. It may have been inspired by a mandate from our counselor to go on a date night as our homework, but sometimes we need a simple reminder to enjoy our time together without the kids. The work. The bills. The dishes. The stress. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Before this crazy, chaotic, busy, and tiresome parent life, there was us. And one day, when our kids spread their wings and leave this nest, there will still be us. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
This is a season where we need the extra support. From friends, family, and yes, our marriage counselor. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
It’s easy to thumb through all the smiles and hugs and carefully plated meals and assume, “Man, they really have it together.” But the truth is, often times we don’t. We bicker, roll our eyes, argue over the most benign things. We huff and puff, drive each other crazy, and go to our separate corners. But, one thing remains true. We chose each other, til’ death do us part. And as I stated when I stood before this man over five years ago, I know that there will be times where the challenges feel bigger than us, but I will always try. I am so grateful that he tries too. ⠀⠀⠀
It’s funny when you make just a little effort. It’s not that hard to remember you’re friends. Best friends. You share your dreams. Your joys and your hopes for the future. Thankfully, ours are still much the same.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
As I sat across from my husband at the end of a lovely meal, I stared and took him all in as he tried to get the check. I asked myself the question, would I want to do this life without him? It wasn’t but a moment that I was able to answer, “Nope!”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Mamas, don’t feel ashamed waving the white flag and asking for help in whatever form that looks like. We’re flawed and broken humans. Every single one of us. In this fast paced, Pinterest-performing, Type A society that we live in, we are still vulnerable and allowed to acknowledge we can’t do it all. We don’t know everything. We make mistakes. We can’t figure it all out.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
With help, there is often hope. And asking for it does not define who you are. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Mama, you are beautiful. You are worthy. And, you are loved.
Was a very mixed day today. Took this gorgeous girl with me while I went canvassing for the upcoming election. Felt like it wasn’t the best use of my talents, but I knocked on 17 doors to try and get the vote out before one of us was tired and ready for a meltdown - not gonna name which of us. I know every vote counts, but it felt like my efforts were a drop in the bucket this morning.
Got home and this beautiful child refused her nap, opting to spend an hour screaming and crying at me. Finally I relented and she had more play time before falling asleep on the couch at 5pm. But she had fun this evening and wanted to draw pictures of us and play and tell stories. So now, it’s late and we have read our bedtime stories and it’s time for me to just hope that she eventually falls asleep.
This mom life thing isn’t always easy. But somehow, this amazing creature is happy and funny and makes me laugh. Every day she seems to become even more of the person she will be as she grows up, and it is an absolute pleasure to behold. You know, assuming she eventually goes to sleep.
Доброе утро! 💙 Ване 2,5 месяца, и за это время я выяснила, что умею:
💤 отключаться за книгой, фильмом, игрой, разговором, лёжа, сидя, стоя 😂
💤 засыпать в процессе исполнения собственной колыбельной
💤 вырубаться в позе спящего ковбоя, уронив голову вперёд (а потом просыпаться, не в состоянии разогнуть шею и спину)
💤 спать под детский крик (один раз, но было и такое 🙈)
💤 сбивать коляской человека и даже не сразу осознавать, что произошло
💤 заказывать что-то в ночном полудрёме на алиэкспрессе, а утром не помнить об этом 😂