Little Moments

How Do You Eat Breakfast?

I belong to a mom group on facebook. It’s a bunch of girls that I’ve never met, and it’s completely random how I found them, but in the past two years, they’ve become my go to for mom advice, venting and random kid stuff. They’ve been talking a lot about pictures lately. About making our husband take pictures more often, because most of the time we’re the one’s taking the pictures and then we’re never in them. And then we talk about not deleting those pictures even though we don’t like how we look in them. Because our kids won’t care, and all they’ll want is pictures of their mom.


I've been in such a countdown and list mode lately.  Countdown to visits or vacations or SPRING.  Lists of things to pack or finish or put away.  Constantly running through my head.  And because of that I feel like I haven't let myself sit back and enjoy lately.  

On the rare mornings when I get to wake E up, I'm thinking about getting him dressed and getting him a bottle more than just sitting and playing with him.  At night I'm running schedules through my mind and making sure he's napping or eating or ready for bed instead of enjoying the minutes I have with him. 

All the Small Things

These are the days I'm going to forget.  The days where nothing happens, but that make up the essence of our life.  Scheduling our days around naps.  Teaching E how to eat and cleaning up so many messes.  Jumping in the car and walking around AC Moore or Lowe's or the supermarket so we have a chance to get out of the house and E gets some stimulation and people to look at.

Sitting on the floor playing with toys, watching the kitty and building towers out of blocks.  Tossing cat treats that make Maia run in circles and E belly laugh.  Watching the world pass by out the window.  Turkeys and cars and the neighbors and snow.