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So thrilled to be a featured family on the Ergo blog for Adoption Month. They’re even sending a carrier to Joseph’s former orphanage for the nannies to use. Click the link above to check it out!
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Mama to a 2-year-old son via international adoption. Hitched to a shaggy-haired pastor. Expecting baby boy #2 in March 2013. Full-time journalist turned work-at-home editor. Reppin' the best of the Midwest. Blabbing about general girliness, motherhood woes, and thoughts on living a Kingdom life. Blemished + blessed.
So thrilled to be a featured family on the Ergo blog for Adoption Month. They’re even sending a carrier to Joseph’s former orphanage for the nannies to use. Click the link above to check it out!
Our little guy had a bit of a rough morning. He had his two-year shots, which was not fun. (For him, the three nurses holding him down, or his emotional mommy.)
Thankfully, it was over fast and we were on our way home with promises of lots of chocolate.
Lately, he’s been into watching a cake-baking video clip from Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. (Yes, that Daniel Tiger from Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood. He’s baaaack! Though, this time he’s animated and much cuter than the puppet of yesteryear.)
So, we baked some totally not homemade still delicious brownies together.
Normally box brownies take about two minutes for me to prep. This took at least 20, and was much messier. (It definitely made me thankful I didn’t take the time following a recipe with him.)
It was fun.

We used the KitchenAid (speaking of KitchenAid, have you heard about this social media fiasco?) mixer to finish it up, but it was fun to see his wheels turning and he got a kick out of mixing the eggs into the mix.

He couldn’t taste the batter (Raw eggs. Jeez. I’m such a mom now.), but he was allowed to sneak a few butterscotch chips. Pure joy, my friends. Pure joy.

As I turned my back and stepped one foot away to the mixer, Joseph decided to take baking into his own hands and dumped the remaining butterscotch chips into the (already greased) pan. So that was fun!

It might have been messy, but it was totally worth it. Joseph and I (and let’s not forget Thomas the Train) had a pretty sweet time together. (See what I did there?)
I think he’s forgotten the pain of the shots.
And I’m totally excited to dig into those ultra-thick brownies.
As we were lying in bed last night, I confessed to Jonny that sometimes I don’t feel like a good enough mom. I love our little guy beyond words, and sometimes I feel like he deserves more.
That I should do more.
Create more learning activities. Make healthier food. Be more organized. The list goes on.
Like the awesome husband (and dad) that he is, Jonny reminded me that the best thing I can do for Joseph is ensure that he knows he is loved.
That by just doing our best to love, we are doing OK.
Serving more vegetables and creating a learning environment is great, but so are cuddles and hugs and high-fives and reminding your child that you love him, no matter what.

I fell asleep praying that above all else, I would radiate love. That Joseph would feel and know unconditional love.
This morning, our little two-year-old was watching Thomas the Train in the living room as I got ready in our room. I was putting on my shirt when Joseph threw open the door and tromped into the room. (Still working on boundaries.)
He saw my bare tummy, and playfully smacked it. I looked at him and said, “Oh, Joseph! Remember the baby! Where’s the baby?”
“Baby?” he asked, looking around the room.
“Remember,” I said, placing his chubby hand on my tummy, “there’s a baby growing in Mommy’s tummy.”
His big brown eyes looked up at me, and I could see his gears moving.
He took a moment, and leaned over, grasping his hands around my waist.
And then he planted the sweetest, softest, and longest kiss on my little bump.
At that moment, I could feel nothing but his love.
And at that moment, I knew that he knew he was loved.
Because when you know you’re loved, love flows through you.
He’s going to be a great big brother.

Amid migraine headaches + trips to the porcelain goddess, it’s easy dwell on pregnancy woes. I’m now 14 weeks along cookin’ this baby, and my clothes are starting to get a little tighter in the tummy. I know that’s supposed to happen (I’m talking to you, baby who’s the size of an orange!), but still, growing has been a not-so-fun adjustment. It’s hard to feel attractive when you have to inhale deeply and get into a funky yoga position just to button your jeans.
Last week, I was just feeling icky. Like, tired and grumpy but at the same time I was itching to get out and about. But in a small town, there aren’t a ton of places to go to get your extrovert-fix. I kept pulling a Little Mermaid and singing to Jonny, “I want to go, where the people are…I want to see, want to see them daaannnccciing!” (You know you connect with your inner-Ariel, too. No judging here.)
My pining paid off + we went to a nearby city to partake in some much-missed shopping. It just felt, how do I say it? AWESOME to get out and be around all sorts of different types of people. I love our new (very charming!) town, but I also love cities and noises and diversity, and of course, shopping. Speaking of shopping…
I’m sharing my 5 favorite (non-pregnancy!) things that have made me feel pretty while making that transition from first trimester to second trimester!
So, there you go, ladies. Five girly things that have lifted my spirits lately.
Pregnant or not, do you you have some go-to garb for when you’re feelin’ low? I’d love to know!
Loud quiet. That’s what fills the silence most days. Glancing through Twitter feeds, scrolling through Facebook updates. Joseph plays and I half-heartedly watch, glancing at my right hand, never without my iPhone. Always updated, always connected, alwaysmostly present.
My iPhone. My glorious, glorious iPhone. The handheld device connecting with me never-ending streams of updates — and a disconnecting me from the present.
Quick quips from online personas are not real life. As soon as it’s posted, another takes its place. For me, they’ve become a toxic time suck — a gateway into a land where I can judge + roll my eyes, all from the safety of my phone. All while missing out on seeing my son match the fire truck puzzle piece into the puzzle.
I don’t want to waste my time scrolling through 140 characters.
I’m ungluing. I deleted Twitter + Facebook for 40 days.
Disconnecting so I can connect.
This is nothing new. I know. People do it all the time.
But I never have. I don’t want to, but I need to.
Because I want and needto spend quality, undistracted time with my family. My friends. My savior.
What better time than the lenten season?
I don’t want to waste my little bits of free time Facebook stalking. I have an amazing son to teach + cuddle + love + watch grow. A husband to laugh + dream with. Friends to confide in + encourage. And on a more practical level, toys to pick up + laundry to fold. (Can I get an amen?!)
The temptation to sneak a peak has already been difficult. It’s so much more convenient to flip through the noise of a Twitter stream than it is to wrestle with the silence of God. Or to actually spend time being.
Here’s to reflection. To looking inward instead of watching from the outside. To fasting from the noise to hear what really matters.
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