In a funk.

For the past month, we have all been in a bit of a funk. This is the time of year where I start to feel a bit cabin feverish. The weather in Washington at this time of year is simply....dreary.

Your dad and I have run out of ideas. We visit the kid's museum about once a week, the indoor gym once a week, walking the stores downtown once a week...you get the idea. It is the same old. We have a bit of unique family situation since your dad only works 8 days a month. Most days it is all of us here. Which is fine, but occasionally your dad starts to feel like a third child, asking me questions like, "what is there to eat?" and "let's do something, I am bored" or he just starts to lose his mind and we all drive each other crazy.  We also have the stress of house build in the back of our minds. AND we hate our rental. So it does suck when you don't even like your home and cannot do anything to make it better (landlords say NO ART ON THE WALLS and NO PAINTING!).

The other day after a particular boring day, your dad asked me "are we good parents?" My first instinct was to say yes. But I thought instead. There a million ways I wish I could be a better parent. I wish I had more patience. I wish I was more creative with the activities I think of for both of you to do. I wish I could read more books. I wish I could just bundle us all up and have magical outdoor adventures all day. But we don't. Still we do lot's of snuggling, read a few books, watch a few shows, have some fun play dates, eat some yummy food (is it all perfectly healthy and organic...um no) and sometimes we just give up and drive in the car until everyone starts yelling and we head home. But I think that is similar to how most parents do it. So yes, I think we are good parents. No, we are not perfect parents. But I strongly believe the perfect parents only exist on pinterest.

So I hope warmer weather brings us out of our funk. Until then, we will continue on in our funk since I do not know how to get out of it.

Photos from a recent beach adventure.

Three.

{A letter to Elle}

We have arrived at three.

It was, overall, a very good year.  We had some stressful life things going on (selling a house, buying a land, renting a house that is now up for sale, starting to build a house) but you have handled most of it like a champ.

I forget how little you were last spring until I look at old photos. You still had traces of baby in your face just months ago. All those traces are gone. I am now the mother to only one baby.

At the end of the summer, we started pottytraining. I was very nervous because you are picky about your diaper and you can be nervous doing new things. But you did so awesome! You were fully trained in about 3 days (although you still wear a diaper at night). However, your favorite place to pee is outside "like a bear". You are like me that when you have to pee, YOU HAVE TO PEE NOW! so we have pulled off the road a couple of times.  Does anyone else do that? Probably just us.

You are now also painting, drawing smiley faces, trying out letters and talking like a five year old. You make jokes and learn new words instantly.

And then you also have the occasional tantrum. You do a fair share of whining and wiggling (when you are mad instead of whining, you will sort of contort your body around in frustration). The actual tantrums can be quite surprising. The worst one was a couple weeks ago. We were out on a hike with some new friends and suddenly, for no apparent reason to anyone, you just lost your mind. It was one, two, three, SCREAM. And we walked along with you trailing behind screaming like a wild banchee and then we kind of got lost, all while passing people who were trying to enjoy the outdoors but instead listening to your wails. We came around closer to the car when you announced you had to pee. Before I could pull your pants fully down, you peed all over your pants, shoes, my hands and my shoes. It was awesome.

I have to tell those stories or I will forget them. When you are not whining, wiggling, or screaming you are such a joy to us. I am being serious. You are thoughtful and loving and snuggly and creative and funny.

I am very excited to see what three has in store. However, it will be awhile before we attempt another hike.

Love,

Mama.

Change

{A letter to you both}

2013 is just around the corner. I am doing the normal thing of thinking about how I want to change. I thought if I shared my goals here, I would more likely to stick to them.

The first ones are how I want to change as a mother:

1. I want to read more books to you both. For some reason, reading to both of you is a bit exhausting. It starts to become a battle about who gets to sit more ON me. And it is just not my favorite. But I need to get over it because you both love books.

2. Go on more adventures. We are kind of home bodies and we have so much around us to explore.

3. Cut down on social media as it has started to be a bit of a distraction again.

Body:

1. Try not to lose my mind building this house.

2. Get in a bikini next summer for the family trip to San Diego...nervous for that one!

3. Do crossfit at least 3 times a week.

4. Continue limiting bread/pasta/carbs.

Style:

Find a few new cute things for myself, as I seem to soley buy things for your girls instead of my self.

Work:

1. Continue to grow and learn new things.

2. Stick to my own style and don't let clients bully me.

The thing about change is that is really hard! I remember the first time I really lost weight and loved my body and I was a freshman in college and I had to walk everywhere and the food was gross so I ate a bowl of rice krispies for every meal...so I was not really healthy but I was skinny. However, I am not longer that place in my life. I have settled into a routine and I don't LOVE it. So that means change. I am going to write these on my fridge so I don't fall off the wagon.

Also, your new cousin arrived on Saturday! He is so cute and I cannot wait till you both meet him. He is super snuggly.

Fear.

(A letter to you both.)

Today a tragic thing happened. We were on the way to the museum and I heard on the radio that a gunman had shot and killed 6 adults and 20 children in an elementary school. As a mother, news like that rattles your core. But I had promised this trip to the museum, so we parked and headed in.

Brynn, you perched on my hip, the place you would be every waking moment if you could. Elle, your small soft in mine walking from the car. As I walked in, tears were gathering. I signed in, purposely not making eye contact. But the counter person could tell and when she asked me how I was, I looked up and let the tears fall. And she did too. It is amazing how instant sadness is when you see it reflected in another person. She asked me only one question, "the shooting"? Yes. The shooting. She touched my hand.

I gathered myself together and found you both, filling up grocery carts full of fake food, running, laughing with eyes wide with discovery. The most beautiful state of child, except sleeping of course :) My initial reaction was one many mothers had.  I wanted to drive home, lock the door, pull down the shades and protect you both forever. But we stayed and you played and we all laughed.

When we got home, I noticed myself getting snappy with you both. It is not like I don't have bad days as a mother, but usually I am pretty even keel. After dinner, there was the usual couch roughhousing and Brynn, you had a somewhat scary tumble backwards and I just hit the wall and we did bath and bedtime early. I just wanted you both in bed. In bed, where you were SAFE. And once you were both tucked in, I felt tension leave my shoulders.

Before this day and these tragic events, I have realized that I am almost completely overwhelmed with this idea of keeping you both out of harms way. I am totally bombarded with possible dangers. When we are out and about, and older man smiles at one of you and while he probably just a grandpa missing his own littles, I am wary of him. He could be a predator. As I walk around the car to get one of you out of the carseat, I worry someone will jump in and steal the car. I worry about products in the foods you both eat and that the TV will give you learning disorders. I am a mother who lives in a cloak of fear.

I tried to think tonight how I could make it better. How can we stop people from mass killing other people? But I think in the end it comes down to our society and the values we have of individuality, one man for himself and that you pull yourself up by the bootstraps.  We have lost almost all sense of community. We are pulled together briefly by tragedy and pulled away by fear. Trust no one, we are urged. Watch out for that person, they could be an enemy. Watch out for that homeless person, he is probably sick. Watch out for that person on welfare, they are trying to steal our money with those checks.

But that is not us. If you stop to look around, you will find that most people are good. So good. So full of love for their children, their friends, their family. Still, our society is not conducive to the straggler. The one who is alone. We are not quick to offer a hand or kindness to those we don't know. We are afraid that if we help other people, or trust other people, they will only bring us down.

We are a country living and breathing fear. It is thrown in our face everyday. It makes us so much less than we could be. It is debilitating. A thousand pound brick we carry on our backs.

So I thought of the mothers and fathers whose babies will never be coming home tonight. And I thought about what they would remember most about their lost littles. Big, sparkling eyes lit up with the enchantments of the world. Tiny tears only they could stop. Belly laughs and giggles. Sweet sleeping breaths from little lips. I thought about how in the end the journey we all take with our kids is short. And meant to be savored but instead I rush through the days, trying to make it bedtime.

So I, for those parents, am going to be less fearful. I am going to slow down. Reach out to others more. Be kinder. Offer help. I am going to take more chances. Seek out new adventures. Be more present. Relax. Enjoy these little loves of my life, you, my babies. Because if fear wins, we all lose.

You are both the best things that have ever happened in my life. I am so thankful for each moment. And the families of this tragedy are in my thoughts, tonight and always.

Love,
Mama.

Tree Farm Tradition

Now that we are in our new town, we tried to find a new u-cut Christmas tree place but we just could not find any that stacked up. So we loaded up in the car for an almost hour drive to place we went last year. It is a huge farm on a hill and dare I say it will become tradition to go there (the other tradition will be me driving your dad crazy trying to take photos and you both excelling in looking EVERYWHERE but the camera).

Pumpkin Patch!

We went to the pumpkin patch- this patch is just a couple hundred feet from where our new house will be so next year we will just walk there!

Preschool

(A letter to Elle)

We decided not to enroll you in preschool this year. You will be three in January and there are plenty of preschools that would happily take you, especially now that you are potty trained. We toyed with the idea, but only briefly.  You are a pretty smart cookie. You know the alphabet, how to spell your name, count to 25 and you are already trying to "read" (you will point to words and say "that means dog").  You have a very active imagination and do a ton of pretend play. You already tell jokes and even tell little white lies! Socially, you do get overwhelmed with a lot of loud noises or a ton of kids but your are leaps and bounds better than you were a year ago and mostly you run up to other kids and announce to them that your name is Elle and they are now your friend.

Part of it is financial. We are building a house right now and it is EXPENSIVE. My hand is cramping up from all the check writing to make that long time dream a reality. But if we really, really wanted you in preschool, we could.

I have researched all the preschools in our town and the one I really want to send you to is 5 days a week. I like their philosophy of kids practicing going to school daily and getting into a routine. I think, for you, you are too young to be at school 5 days a week. First, I aware many kids are in daycare from 6 weeks old and they are just fine. But your dad and I made a choice that we would not go that route (again, nothing wrong with it, just for our family). But you are my snuggly baby. Not ready for school, even though I know you would be just fine.

I love our mornings together. I think it is great bonding time for you and Brynn since after 12, we are getting ready for naps and after naps, comes the dinner rush. You two play together so much between the hours of 8 and 12, and I think that bonding is really important right now. Plus Brynn just loves you do death and would miss you terribly. Plus, I love bering witness to your development right now and guiding you.

You are little for such a short period of time. And although there are days where it may be easier if you were in preschool, I, you, Brynn, we are not ready just yet. I think next September you will start school and I will cry like a little baby but I will feel much more ready. It is such a personal Mama decision and I have gotten some flack for it but I am trusting my instincts and that feels really good.

Love you my sweet, sweet baby. :)