Coffee Date Friday: From the Back Porch

Hi! You're back! So glad we can enjoy a cup o' Joe together again this morning for Coffee Date Friday (linking up with Rags to Stitches). 

Today, I'm opting for an extra large cup of some homemade Dunkin Donuts coffee along with the same.exact.breakfast. I eat every single morning: two slices of peanut butter toast with honey. So, pull up a chair and sit alongside me on my back porch as we enjoy a little catching up before the kiddos wake up. What I would tell you as we took in the view would be...

...This whole back porch coffee thing is becoming a regular morning routine for me. I've been getting up a few minutes earlier than my typical 6:00 am alarm so that I can get ready for the day and still have 10 or 15 minutes of alone time on the back porch before anyone else in my house stirs. It's just me, my thoughts, and my coffee. And it's quite peaceful. Although, I am also proud to say that twice this week, I used my early morning wake-up time to go for a me-only jog around the neighborhood. Although it's hard to motivate myself to run 2.5+ miles first thing in the morning, I always feel great afterwards. And what else can beat a sunrise view?!

...The Bachelorette weekend has arrived!! While I will not spill the secrets of all that lies ahead for my baby sister as all her sisters and best friends spoil her rotten, I will tell you it is going to be a weekend of epic proportions. 

...Yesterday afternoon, we met with a very, VERY reasonably priced (!) interior decorator to help us try to figure out how the heck to make our grown-up home (when did that happen?) not look like something a fresh-out-of-college-newlywed couple threw together. Need evidence that I need a little help in the home decor department? There is a crooked floor lamp, from Target, that serves as the sole lamp in our family room. It is almost 10 years old. And this is just one example. There are many more. Yep-it's time for some updating and growing-up-ing. Of course, I have hundreds of Pinterest pins taunting me. I am just scared to pull the trigger. So, hopefully, Frances isn't gun shy. 

...My little boy, my baby boy, is turning FOUR in just over two months. Say whaaa??? Pure craziness, I tell ya. I am doing something a little different for his birthday this year and am excited to watch it slowly come together over the next couple of months. 

...I had three glorious weeks, back-to-back, that my hub didn't have to travel over night. Pure bliss. But, this week, he was back to his travels, and was gone Monday through Wednesday. Whew! I'm glad he's back home...just in time for me to take off for my girl's weekend...ha!

...But also? I am excited for what this weekend holds for my hub and my kiddos. My trio is headed to my in-law's, where my son will go on his first ever fishing trip with my hub and his Pop. If you know my father-in-law, you know that, aside from family, fishing is his passion. So, bright and early tomorrow morning, three of my favorite guys will be hitting the lake on Pop's boat in search of some fresh catch. Meanwhile, my little lady will be soaking up lots of one-on-one time with our Nana. And right about that time, I'll be wine-tasting. Sounds like a win-win for all! 

...I am spending the next three weekends out-of-town. And that will take us in to August. What the what? Where in the heck did the summer go?



So, after also hearing about all the comings and goings and plans and non-plans (which are, often, the best plans!) for you this weekend, I would bid you adieu as the first of my early risers made his way to top of the stairs to await his Momma's morning hug and kiss. 

See you back for more coffee soon! Have a great weekend. :)

Blogiversary!

Happy Blogiversary to me!

I published my first post exactly one year ago today. At that time, I was a full-time working momma, a pediatric neuropsychologist working in a children's hospital in Atlanta and, while loving my job and the people with whom I worked, I was missing my babies like crazy every minute of every day I spent working.

Now, I have a new job: I am a stay-at-home momma. I live in a new house, in a new neighborhood, in a new town, in a new state. I would say a lot has changed in a year.

I love blogging. I love sharing snippets of life with old friends and new. I love documenting the comings and goings of my days, as I know these will one day be distant memories. This blog serves as my own personal scrapbook. I love the connections I have made with other mommas through this blog. I love that I am able to use this blog as the forum to try and have my children's book illustrated and published. I love that I have learned so much about who I am as a wife and momma and daughter and sister and friend. I love that I can mostly share the beautiful moments of my life but also the hard truths of what it means to be a wife and momma and daughter and sister and friend.

I love writing. Thank you for reading. 

On to Year 2...

Let's Be Honest: Pick 3

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Namely, about what it means to feel less than. To feel not good enough. As a woman. As a wife. As a Momma. To feel like others do things so easily, make things look so easy. The biggest "other" who makes me feel this way: Pinterest. And Facebook. And Instagram. And bloggers. Hell, social media in general. 

I hope I have never made others feel this way. If I have, please accept my deepest, sincerest apology. I certainly do NOT have it all together. 

Want to know a dirty secret that may make you feel better? For Mother's Day, I asked for one (big) thing: to have a housecleaner come, every two weeks, and clean our home, from top to bottom. This wish was so graciously granted by my hub and kiddos. So. Since mid-May, every two weeks, someone has been cleaning my house for me. I just wanted to make sure you knew that. You should also know that the overwhelming guilt I feel over not doing it myself now outweighs the gloriousness of the feeling of coming home to a clean house. I feel like it is part of my job description. In fact, just this week, I informed my hub that we needed to stop this service. I feel too guilty about it. So. We will be...after just one more cleaning session. But. I just wanted you to know. I wanted to use this as an example. No momma can do it all. Sometimes, we need a little break help. 

And I know, we should all know, that social media is good/bad. And/both. It is a wonderful way to keep up with others-family and friends, near and far. It is a fabulous way to share, vent, document, update. It is what it is. And I am a big fan. Most days. 

But. 

Some days, social media makes me feel like less than. Because, as we all (mostly) do, we share the highlights of our lives through these venues. We don't share the whines, the cries, the Am I good enoughs?, the exasperations, the siiiiiighs. 

So. As viewers and sharers of social media posts, we begin to have doubts about ourselves. How in the world is she able to cook, craft, clean, blog, spend quality time with her children, work out, and maintain a fabulous relationship with her hub ALL IN ONE DAY? 

Well, the truth is, she doesn't. 

Nobody does. 

Not one of us mommas, who gives each day our absolute all, should ever feel less than. Hell, not one of us mommas, who gives each day even half of our all, should ever feel less than. Some days are only half-of-our-all-worthy. And there's nothing to feel ashamed of if today is your half-of-your-all-worthy day. We all have them.

Here's the thing. 

I do not know one single, solitary momma, not even ONE, who is capable of doing all of the following well on a regular basis:

Actually playing with her kids (i.e., not just turning on cartoons; not just handing coloring books. Actually. Playing.)

Cooking (and, ahem, not of the frozen food into the oven variety. Even if it is organic.)

Cleaning (actually cleaning, not just picking up.)
Laundry-ing (washing, drying, folding, putting away)

Exercising (which does not include chasing ever-moving bodies around the house. Although maybe it should...)

Spending quality time with the husband (actually in-ter-act-ing; not just sitting side-by-side; maybe even having a non-kid-related conversation?!)

Crafting/reading/writing/photographing/gardening/etc. (i.e., personal hobbies)

Staying-up-to-date and in regular contact with family members and close friends

Working a paying job (outside or inside of the home)

Seriously. Not even ONE momma that I know can do all of these things, well, on a regular basis.

So. 

Why do I feel like I should be able to do all of these things, well, on a regular basis?

And why do I feel like when I don't do all of these things, well, on a regular basis, I am less than. 

Well, let's be honest. Not even ONE momma, this momma very much included, can do it all. Not even ONE.

So, here's what I propose: Pick 3. 

Pick 3 items from that list and know that that's enough each day. That. Is. Enough. Then, give yourself a high-5, pour a glass of wine, and call it a day. 

And if it's a half-of-your-all-worthy day, pick 2. That's it. Just 2.

For example: 

One day last week, I spent real, actual playtime with my kids. I left my phone in another room, and played, down on the floor on my hands and knees, and in the backyard, and at the pool, with my babies, for three hours straight. It was awesome. When they were napping, I did something I enjoy: I worked out. It was glorious. I also cooked dinner for my family. That's 3, and I think that's a pretty good day. 

Tomorrow, I'll pick 3 more (or just 2 if it's another rainy Monday. Those are the worst, aren't they? Please, for the love, let it stop raining). 

Of course, my goal at the end of the day is always to get in some quality time with my hub. But honestly? Some days I just don't feel like talking to anyone by the time the kids' heads hit their pillows. Why do people always want to talk? So. Sometimes, sitting side-by-side on the couch, with "Big Brother" on, just has to suffice. Sometimes, not. But sometimes, that's enough. 

Some days, I'll substitute cleaning for exercising. Some days, I'll make phone calls and catch up with friends while my little ones sleep. Some days, I'll do dinner prep during nap time. Some nights, I write blog posts, while sitting next to my hub on the couch, without, honestly, really interacting with him. But. I need that sometimes: To do something I really enjoy doing while sitting right next to him. Sometimes, I put the computer away, snuggle up, and soak him in. 

I will say, for me, actually playing with my children will ALWAYS be in my top 3, every.single.day., although the percentage of time devoted to that play time may fluctuate depending on the other needs around my home. 

Regardless of your preferences, your needs, your wants, your desires, your must-do's, your to-do's: 

Let's stop trying to pretend like each of us can do it all. 

The truth is? We can't. Not even ONE of us. 

So.

Let's pick 2, or if we're feeling really up to our game, 3, each day, and just focus on doing our best job in those areas. And if you manage to accomplish 4 or more of that list in one day, and do it all successfully, congratulations! But. Also? Kindly keep that information to yourself. 

The rest of us are just trying to do the best we can. 

Coffee Date Friday

Soooo I'm trying something new this week. I'm doing a "link up" with another blogger, Rags to Stitches, who does something called "Coffee Date Friday." Basically, for all you non-bloggers who aren't an internet nerd like me, this means that a blogger will throw a topic out there (a la "Coffee Date Friday") and you can write on the same topic and then link your blog to hers so that others can click on the link to read your post. Make sense? No? Oh well. Let's move on. 

If we were going to stop in the local Fort Mill Starbucks (which is about 10 minutes from my home and thus not really a convenient trip for me. But. #1: It's Starbucks. Throw convenience out the window for a sip of their intoxicating elixir. #2: If I have to drive 10 minutes to chat with you, so be it. I am always up for good conversation with you), I would share the following during our chit-chat while sipping away on my (Iced) Venti Skinny Vanilla Latte with an extra shot (Hey! I neeeeeeed all the caffeine I can get. And also, I seriously doubt that's the right "order" of the words per the Starbucks lingo. But. You get the point.):

...I swear this has got to be the rainiest summer on record here in the South. Rain, rain go away. I have two kiddos who want to play. And a momma who neeeeeds to help those kiddos burn off some energy so good naps are ensured for all parties involved.

...I love family more than life itself. Last week, I was so lucky to spend a full three days with my momma, one of my sisters, and her fun-loving, sassy daughter (aka my fun-loving, sassy niece) while our hubbies were golfin' it up in Charleston. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned a time or two or hundred how important girl time is to me and my life and my happiness and my sanity. Now, when that girl time involves family time, too? Well, I am one blissful lady. 

...And speaking of girl time, I am about to be able to bathe in it, soak it up, and hang it up to dry. Because next weekend is a weekend 'o bachelorette fun, soon after one of my best friends (and her two adorable boys) are coming to stay in the Mill with me for a few days, followed by an evening of Bunco with my neighborhood ladies, and then I'll close out the summer with a full weekend with all of my best college girl friends. Yippee!!! Soaking it in, down to the bone. 

...I would not trade my stay-at-home momma gig for all the money in the world. But. It is very strange to hear of changes taking place in the neuropsychology community and being so removed from it. Scary, even. It was just such a huge focus of my life for so long and now I learn of the changes second-hand, from afar. It feels strange. I feel guilty to not be in the midst of it. But honestly? I know, without a shadow of a doubt, I am right where I am supposed to be at this stage of my life. I'll be back in that community again, one day...

...We got our photos back from our surprise Clemson swing family photo shoot. I love them, mainly because of the meaning and memories they hold for me. My favorites? Surprisingly, the ones of just my hub and me. Because we haven't had professional photos of just the two of us since our wedding day, over 9 years ago! 

...Despite all the rain, we've been having fun checking off items from our 2013 Summer Bucket List. Update coming soon.

...I am working hard to try and finish up my book. There will be LOTS more work ahead of me in the upcoming weeks. But. I am hoping. I am praying. I am wishing. I am crossing fingers and toes. Oh, please, let it be all that I dream it to be. 


And with that, dear friend, my coffee cup hath runneth empty. I'm off to kick off a summer lovin' weekend, that is sure to include plenty of family time, bachelorette party prep, a joint birthday party for two awesome new friends' adorable little boys, and relaxation. And adult beverages. Let's not forget those. Ahhhhhh...TGIF. 

Until next time...

Banksisms, Part 7

It's just too bad my 3-going-on-16-year-old Banks has absolutely no personality to speak up. Y'all. I swear. I just need to keep a video camera on him at all times ('Cause I'm sure anyone who is not his Momma would just love that. Right? No? Okay then. Moving on...). Half of his hilarity is the inflection and facial expressions he uses when he speaks so emphatically on a topic. But a few quotes will have to do for now. So. I present, the latest round of Banksisms:

Banks: "Mom, do you see that deer?"

Momma: "No, what deer?"

Banks: "That pretend deer in our backyard."

Momma: "Oh. Okay. Sure! Yeah, I do! What's his name?"

Banks: "Percy Jenkins."

Ummm...???

Aunt Jess: "Banks, what's your favorite vegetable?

Banks: "PopCORN."

Nice try, little buddy. Nice. Try.

Momma: "Thanks for getting that spider, buddy. You're my hero."

Banks: "You're welcome, Mommy. All in the day's work."

Where does he come up with this stuff?!

Banks: "I can flip over and do a tummy salt!"

Banks: "Uncle Tim, my lip hurts."
Uncle Tim: "How did you do it?"
Banks: "I think I hurt it when I was running. My lips don't like running."
Neither do mine. Maybe it runs in the family. No pun intended.

Banks: "I don't like bad guys very much."

Momma: "Why?"

Banks: "Because they put fire on everyone and turn off the news."

Those bad guys are just cruel. I mean...turning off the news?!

Banks: "Is this farm called a pharmacy?"

Banks: "Mom, I just got a little sting by a bug."
Momma: "Are you okay, honey?"
Banks: "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm still alive."
Thank goodness!

(While flossing his teeth, stops suddenly, smiles and says):

Banks: "It tastes minty fresh!"

Seriously?! I mean, maybe he hears this stuff on tv??

Banks: "What kind of truck is that?"

Momma: "It's a pick-up truck." 

Banks: "Does it get a lot of hiccups?"
A pick-up hiccup truck. Maybe he's on to something. Someone call Disney.

Keep 'em coming, sweet boy!

Days

Long days. Hard days. Tearful days. Whining days. Slow-ticking days. Tired days. Am I good enough? days. Timeout Days. Frustrating days. Tantrum days. Patience-stealing days. Overwhelmed days. Am I doing it right? days. Trying days. Deep breath days. Exhausting days. I should be better days. 

These are the days that make up much of Mommahood. 

But. 

Joyful days. Laughing days. Hand-holding days. Confident days. Smiling days. Purposeful days. Kissing days. Learning days. I am enough days. Meaningful days. I've got this days. Life-giving days. Hugging days. Memorable days. Happy days. Blessed days. I'm doing this right days. Heartfelt days. Peaceful days. Beautiful days. Loving days. 

These are the days that I will remember most about Mommahood. 

Raleigh, One Point Five.

Please allow me a moment to pause, take a breath, and shed a tear. 

Because I cannot believe my baby is 18 months old today. I just cannot believe it. 

It's true, though. She is 1.5 years old. She is 18 months old. She is 543 days old. She is halfway to being 2. 

Wow. 

I could swear, that this was yesterday: 

Celebrating the big 0-1

And wasn't this just last week?:

Day 1 of Life

My baby isn't such a baby anymore. For the sake of my own memory, here's what she's up to these days. She's changed quite a bit in just six months!:

• Raleigh continues to be long and lean. Although I won't know her current height and weight until her 18-month well-check next Tuesday, she is definitely a growing girl, getting taller by the minute! She has graduated to a Size 4 diaper and typically wears 18-24 month clothes. 

• Although she will still out eat her big brother at times, she clearly burns off almost everything she eats because she NEVER.STOPS.MOVING. She is a climber, this one, and will be enrolled in gymnastics and dance the very second she is old enough for classes! She also recently started jumping. It is the cutest thing. She will focus all of her attention on the task at hand, bend down, and then jump with all her might, usually getting about 0.5 inches off the floor, sometimes on one foot, sometimes on two, and often falling on her hiney at the end.

• Raleigh is still rear-facing in her carseat. This is a BIG difference from her big brother, who was a horrible car-rider as a baby. We actually turned him forward-facing around 9 months old so he would please.stop.screaming every single second we were in the car. Raleigh, on the other hand, is perfectly content to ride rear-facing. Maybe because she can see her big brother better this way? All I know is, she is a dream car-rider and LOVES when we go on long car rides, since that's the only time her Momma lets the kiddos watch cartoons in the car (Elmo's World for this little one, of course!).

• Raleigh loves, loves, LOVES "nongs" (/songs/). If she had it her way, all we would do all day is rotate between singing songs and reading books. She can sing all of "Elmo's World" by herself, which is, in a word, adorable. She also loves "Twinkle, Twinkle," "Old MacDonald," "Skinna-ma-rink," "Itsy Bitsy Spider," and "Jingle Bells." She also recently started singing our family blessing before dinner with Banks, which just melts my heart into a puddle on the floor. 

• Raleigh is a really good eater and has not shown a picky-eater-side...yet. Her favorites are eggs, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, goldfish crackers, any and all fruit, corn, and pizza. Oh, and who am I kidding, treats, treats, and more treats, especially of the chocolate variety. 

• Our sweet girl switches between being a Momma's girl and a Daddy's girl, depending on her mood. I'm not sure which is sweeter to me, seeing her run up to be with her arms outstretched for a big hug or seeing her run up to her Daddy with her lips puckered out as far as she can get them for a "diss" (/kiss/). 

• Raleigh is a friendly little lady, often waving 'hi' and giving her cheesiest green to passerbys. She loves being around other children, but her best friend is very clearly her big brother. He is often the first person she asks for upon waking up in the morning. 

• Raleigh has four top teeth, three and a half bottom teeth, two top molars, and two bottom molars (that just broke through). She loves brushing her teeth and is a very good girl when it comes to brushing, letting her Momma do the initial cleaning before brushing by herself to her heart's content. She is a big talker, this one. She knows pretty much all of her body parts and talk, talk, talks, from the time she wakes up until the time she goes to bed. She also knows how to count from 1 to 10 all by herself (although often she'll skip over 4 and 5)!!

• Raleigh's hair is still coming in slowly but surely. And it is very light and blonde, just like her big brother's used to be. It is also curly (!!), particularly when it is wet, just like her big brother's used to be. I can't wait to see two little blonde pigtails on that sweet head, although it may be awhile before that day comes...

• Raleigh still takes one nice long nap each day. Her naps usually range from 90 minutes to 2 hours. She is a happy awakener, too, both in the morning and after naps. Well, about 98% of the time. She will also just lay in her crib and sing or talk or play with her stuffed monkey, "Ah-Ah," for awhile after waking up. It is the cutest thing to listen to over the monitor. 

• Raleigh is also starting to get an at-ti-tude. This girl, I swear, has been the easiest baby ever. BUT. This girl, I swear, may give us a run for our money once she hits the teen years. She has this little temper that will flare up at times. She will vehemently tell me, "No!" when she doesn't want to do what I tell her to do and will promptly throw her little body on the ground if I attempt to pick her up and "help" her do it. She is also a BIG toy thief. If Banks is playing with it, she wants it. And she won't hesitate to grab what he's playing with and then either (1) hide the toy behind her back when I insist she give it back, or (2) throw it across the room, away from him, so he has to go fetch it. Uh-oh. This could be trouble...

• Raleigh Jane is every Momma's dream. She is my best pal. She is my little bit. She is my sidekick. She is my little love. She is my Rals. I just absolutely adore this little girl with every ounce of my being. And I can't wait to see how she grows and changes over the next six months of our lives together.