Oh Friday. We meet again and how grateful I am to see you. This week went by quick, and although it was quick- I am 99% postive this weekend will go by even quicker. It always happens that way, doesn’t it?
Last Saturday I FINALLY went and got my hair done. It had been since mid-February that I had a cut and color. My last appointment was scheduled for over a month ago- but I had major mommy-guilt and cancelled it. Anyone ever have that? Anyone? Bueller?
I couldn’t bring myself to leave my girls while I went and spent some time on me. A total 180 from this time last year- going every 6-8 weeks like clock work. Not so much anymore. My poor sylist was dealing with a major mess of a mop- but she cleaned it up nicely and I got some highlights for summer. Ohhhh, I cannot wait for summer.
I got in some major snuggle time with these too sweet girls over my long weekend. Sunday we spent the majority of the day hosting Jordan’s family at our house..
..and that meant that I got to see this little tiny thing- my neice, Miss Kendall Bree.
Sunday was also a great day for one of my closests friends, Stephanie and her hubby, Rikin. They welcomed baby Eli Rikin into this world! She delivered at the same hospital that Jolie has her physical therapy at on Monday afternoons, so we stopped through so I could meet this little man and squeeze my bestest new momma!
Parker and Jolie love them some baby giraffes. They carry these guys around everywhere!
Coming home from work to see these girls always makes my days sweeter. Jolie was totally lovin’ on her momma- with all her sweet baby kisses! We call them ‘sugars’ and it didnt take her long to figure out what that means. Such a smart girl.
After an overwhelming response to a post I made on Instagram regarding the Cry It Out method of parenting, I’ve decided that there is no right or wrong way to parent your kids, and I am definitely NOT the expert. I didn’t intend it to be a controversial thing or something to raise eyebrows, because thats not who I am. Never really one to ruffle anyone’s feathers. It was simply just another picture to share about whats going on in my life at the moment- like I do pretty much on a daily basis. Most of the comments were very encouraging and supportive, and I was so very thankful for the outpouring love of some of my IG followers, but there were a few posts/comments that were downright hateful and mean. Even though there were only a handful, I wear my heart on my sleeve and those linger and hurt the most. I always feel confident in my decisions on how to parent, but of course those few individuals that made a point to tell me what a terrible mother I am to treat my girls in this way and in turn made me question MY decisions on how to raise MY babies because it is what I feel is best. I was home alone the next night while Jordan was at the fire station and I found myself crying when it was time to put the girls down- questioning if I was doing something wrong or hurtful to my babies- because that is the last thing I would ever want to do.
The day I became a mom I became a supporter of other moms. I didn’t look at them as competition, I looked at them–at us–as an alliance. We are a group of women with different backgrounds, different beliefs, and different values, with one very important thing in common: we love our kids. To me, as long as you love your kid, I’m your biggest supporter….
…Support each other. Love one another. And the next time you feel the need to say something negative, smile instead and tell that mom she’s doing an amazing job.
I am no expert at motherhood, but I do know what works for me and my family and that is all that matters. I saw this on Pinterest last night and decided it was totally fitting:
I may not be Super Mom to you- but I am for sure, without a doubt Super Mom to Jolie and Parker. An update on my sweet Jolie? Slept through the night without a peep and did so again last night.
So proud of her.
April 26, 2013