We are just about 5 days (or less) away from meeting our sweet baby boy! And we are so excited, thankful, and ready.
I wanted to take the time to write down a few thoughts before this exciting day. I will first admit I struggled with writing a title for this post. It would be easier to just say “baby #2,” and that is what most people will call him when Thatcher is born because visibly he is our second child, but in our hearts he will always be our third baby. While the majority of this pregnancy has been marked by joy, there has been an underlying ache when I think of our second baby we lost in July. Losing our sweet babe in July has made this past pregnancy feel much more anxious. Even last week when I went in for my 37 week appointment, my heart still raced when the nurse took out the doppler to find baby’s heart rate. I know what it feels like to hear nothing in the cold patient room and that trauma still follows me.
Every time I do hear that loud heartbeat and feel the strong kicks, my heart is so much more thankful than with my first pregnancy. This pregnancy feels like a miracle and I feel confident that this perspective will follow from his birth and the early newborn days. That is not to say that the postpartum days of broken sleep and sore nipples will not still be hard, but my hope is that I will be able to handle it a bit more graciously than I did when Hudson was a baby. When I hold Thatcher, I will not only see the miracle gift God gave us on some of our saddest days, I will also remember our sweet babe in heaven.
Another thought that has been running through my mind is to stay present. When you get so close to the end of your pregnancy, it is easy to just think about that. I have found myself doing that. While I am counting down the days until we get to meet our son; I am working on staying present even in these final few days of waiting for baby. I know God already has the perfect plan and it doesn’t change anything to spend the time wondering when he will arrive. I also do not want to miss out on these last few days with just the three of us. I’ve been intentionally trying to soak in these slow and mellow days. I am treasuring these days of just Hudson and I holding handing at the our weekly trip to the Farmer’s Market with friends. I am trying to say yes more every time Hudson asks me to join him in the bath or snuggle with him on the couch or read one more book. I know in the matter of days, saying yes will be more of a challenge, so I am trying to say it more now.
These final few days have all looked pretty similar. I have been soaking in as much sleep as possible and for over a month have turned off my usual 6am alarm (it used to be 5am pre-pregnancy). I wake slowly to the smell of coffee and Hudson’s little voice chatting with Lance. I know things will not be quite this easy in the mornings so I am treasuring these quiet, slow mornings. Morning time of breakfast and warm baths and morning chores, are usually followed with time in the sunshine and baseball. Baseball seems to be the only thing H wants to do these days. He spends literal hours practicing each day. I have loved watching this great love of baseball form in him at such a young age.
After sunshine and baseball, our days begin to slow down. I usually find myself back on the couch reading To Have and To Hold by Molly Millwood, which I highly recommend. It deeply resonates with how I felt in the early newborn days with Hudson and is helping me prepare for this next season with two little boys. It is making me feel less crazy and it seems to hold some of the very words my heart needs to hear.
The rest of the day usually consists of some combination of dinner time, a short walk, more baseball, cleaning up the messes that have scattered throughout the day, and doing small tasks to prepare for baby’s arrival. At this point, we feel physically pretty ready. However, I will admit, my anxiety has begun to increase. Words cannot describe how excited I am to hold our baby, but I also am beginning to feel really nervous about those early days. I really struggled the first few months with baby Hudson. I definitely was struggling with postpartum depression/anxiety. Breastfeeding was extremely challenging for us and put me to tears every single night. I felt like I was failing and it unfortunately sucked out a lot of the joy this newborn season should hold. I am a little nervous I am going to fall back into what my husband lovingly refers to as “the dark side.” Yet, I do feel hopeful things will feel a bit lighter this time around even if we are faced with some of the same challenges. I have already been prayerful about this particular postpartum season and asking the Lord to give me peace, presence, and grace regardless of what newborn life throws our direction.
I also am mentally preparing and even visualizing what the first few days and weeks will look like. With Hudson, I had no point of reference and I think that is part of the reason everything felt so, so hard. In a lot of ways it is like a challenging race. The first time is always harder because you are unfamiliar with the course, but the second time on it feels easier. It is not because the course has changed, but you are mentally prepared for the hillier sections and know the parts you really struggled with on your first time around. My hope is that this will hold true with postpartum life as well.
Along with visualizing, I am planning ahead and cutting out all dairy. The dairy really caused a lot of digestive issues with Hudson, so my hope is that this will take away some of our initial problems. I also am packing my nipple shield in my hospital bag with zero shame and will absolutely refuse to be hooked up to a pump! I still regret listening to the nurses that told me to pump the first night Hudson was born because he was not latching well. Pumping really caused a lot of issues with my milk supply and before we even left the hospital, I was painfully engorged. I literally had milk coming out of my armpits. So absolutely no pumping in the hospital and if for some reason latching is not working out, I will first try to use the nipple shield. The nipple shield was a tool that the lactation consultant suggested a couple weeks into struggling with nursing Hudson and it really is what saved nursing for us both. I ended up breastfeeding Hudson until 14-months, which I never would have thought was even possible based on how things went months 1-6. While I really hated relying on a nipple shield (and it made nursing in public a big challenge), it is what allowed me to eventually love nursing Hudson. This time around I will have no issue needing to use it if I face some of the same challenges I did with H.
All of this to say, I am savoring these last few days leading up to Thatcher’s birth and I also am prayerful that I will be able to handle this next season with greater grace than I did 3 years ago. And even if not, there is a whole lot of grace to fill in my weaknesses. And for that I am thankful.
The following is our story walking through miscarriage. I wrote everything as we were going through it. It might feel a bit rambling and disjointed at parts, but hey, that is the sound of grief.
My heart literally feels like it is on fire. My stomach feels empty and dead. My vision feels blurry from all the crying. My soul feels weary.
Literally two days ago, we were scheduling the date of our gender reveal as we found out I would be able to take a 10-week blood test to find out our baby’s gender. Now, instead of the gender reveal on the calendar, I have a week full of blood work, doctor’s appointments, and a scheduled D&C surgery.
Things certainly have taken a turn.
Our dialogue in the past week has been light and fun. I bet we are having a girl. No, we are definitely having a boy. How should we do the reveal? Should Hudson hit the ball or throw the ball?
Oh how I wish we could back to these simple dilemmas.
Now everything feels different. Most of our dialogue is in-between tears. There are long stretches of silence and loud, painful wails. There are words about blood work and hCG levels and D&C surgery.
My talks with the Lord have definitely been different lately. There has been less words. More pauses. A few more questions. But in this season where I can’t really find the exact words to pray, I am still finding myself saying, I know you are in this Lord. We trust you. We love you.
Even in the darkness, I can’t help but feel God’s hand over all of this. I feel Him in the loving text messages we have received. In the extra snuggles Hudson has so generously offered over to us. In the early morning prayers. In the most beautiful bouquet of flowers. He is caring for us in such tangible ways.
The Ultrasound that Changed Everything
It has been a few days since I last wrote. If I am honest, writing is not really the thing I want to be doing right now. Mostly, I just want to watch Gilmore Girls and eat warm doughnuts and sit on the couch. But, I forced myself to get up early this morning because I know this time is sacred and I do want to put into words how I have been feeling lately.
I actually want to start back on Friday. The day everything changed for us. Due to Covid, Lance was unable to come with me to any of the doctor’s appointments. With our pregnancy with Hudson, he literally came to every single appointment. Initially, we both felt disappointed that he could not see our baby on the ultrasound, but I promised to video it for him. Little did we both know that him not being there would be so incredibly lonely for us both. I needed Lance and he couldn’t even sit with me in the lobby.
The whole process of the appointment made everything worse. I still believe it could have been handled with so much more sensitivity and kindness. I get it. Sadly, miscarriage is common. 1 in 4 common. This is another day for these doctors and nurses, but for us, it is literally the worst day of our lives. It is our greatest fear coming true.
The Texting Ultrasound Tech
Everything felt so procedural. During the ultrasound, there was no explanation or anything as to why the baby looked so tiny and motionless. I asked if everything was okay because he or she looked so small and the ultrasound tech simply replied with, yes, looks small. Again, I get it. I don’t think he legally was able to directly tell me the baby was not alive, but why couldn’t he have grabbed the doctor so she could directly tell me? Instead, he told me to go back to the lobby and the doctor would review the results with me.
So I silently sat myself back down. This time I could not read my book that I was easily flipping through a few minutes prior to that terrible ultrasound. I texted Lance, something is wrong. And then I began to Google incessantly.
Is it okay if baby is measuring 8 weeks when you are supposed to be 10 weeks pregnant?
Are there special cases where heartbeat is not detected at 8 weeks?
Are there reasons ultrasound tech does not talk much during ultrasound?
Symptoms of miscarriage.
And I did this for an hour and a half alone. Do you know how long an hour and a half feels when you are unconfident about the health of your baby? Eternity. Especially when you are sitting alone.
I have replayed this window of time in my head over and over again. And the thing that sticks with me most is that ultrasound tech guy. As I Googled with tears in my eyes and became increasingly more certain that the news I was waiting for would not be good news, I heard him laughing. He was laughing and texting and chatting. He knew my baby was not alive. Again, I get it. He sees this type of thing often. He does not know me or my life or all our hopes and dreams we had for this baby. Yet still, the casualness of it all, stings my heart.
Mask Full of Tears
When I was finally called into the doctor’s office, the doctor was quick to deliver the words I had been dreading for an hour and a half. It looks like you are having a miscarriage.
I tried to hold it together. But within seconds, the tears flooded and were held within my mask.
The doctor was kind, but she was also very medical. Saying things like this is so common, 1 in 4 pregnancies result in miscarriage, it is nothing you did, chromosomal abnormality.
Yet still, it felt too numbers-based. Too-medical. Not enough compassion.
She explained the next steps. Blood work, follow-up ultrasound, and scheduled D&C surgery. And that was it. Still in the middle of tears, I was expected to go back out there, see that ultrasound tech as he continued to text on his phone, and make my next appointment that would confirm our greatest fear.
I felt so vulnerable and alone. I needed a second. So I went to the bathroom. Ran cold water on my face. Took a few deep breaths. Whispered to myself everything is going to be okay. Put on a fake smile and went out to make the appointment.
Again, I was met with procedural coldness. I don’t know exactly what I was expecting. Maybe a look in my eyes and a gentle smile. Maybe a word of encouragement. Instead, it was all business. She handed me over the forms of blood work that had hCG and abortion highlighted on it. Seeing that word “abortion” on the blood work forms brought me such intense sadness. Did you know that? Did you know that the medical term for miscarriage is abortion? Over the course of the week I had to see that word on every paperwork I signed and confirmed. Words are powerful. Every time I saw that word it stung my heart. This was not my choice. We wanted this life so desperately. Abortion did not at all accurately describe what was happening in our lives.
There were no instructions about where to get blood work or hours of operation or anything. This might seem small, but when you are just given terrible news, it helps to have very clear instructions and steps. I again felt a bit lost, but I was in no mood to ask questions. As soon as she handed me the appointment card, it felt like I ran out of the office. I wanted to escape that terrible place. I held it together in those minutes and steps from office to elevator to car. And the moment my car door slammed, everything broke loose from me and I wailed.
I called Lance. I wailed some more. And I drove home in confusion and despair. The only thing I could think about was how I wanted a milkshake and hot fries. Grief makes you long for comfort.
From the moment I got home, there was an overflow of tears from all three of us. Hudson is at a very sweet stage where he feels so deeply what you are feeling. When he saw us crying, he was compelled to cry. And not just cry. It really seemed like he understood the severity of our pain. He felt the loss of his baby brother or sister just as much as we did. It was like he knew something was wrong. He grabbed our little doppler that we were using just earlier that day in hopes we would hear the heartbeat on our own. He remembered this and grabbed it and kept bringing it to me saying, “heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat!” I sadly had to tell him that we were not certain if there was a heartbeat anymore.
The milkshake we got that night tasted salty. It was a sweet comfort, but I am pretty sure it was mixed with my tears.
In the intense sadness, the Lord was gentle with us and allowed our weekend to be lighter than we imagined to be possible. Sunday was Lance’s birthday. Terrible timing in some ways, but by the grace of God, we were able to celebrate. We were able to be honest and say we are both so very sad, but we can somehow still enjoy this day. We escaped to Malibu for a much needed day with just the three of us. We skipped church and responsibilities for a day. We were sad. We were grieving. But the Lord met us where we were that weekend and somehow gave us lighter hearts. We had the perfect lunch in an outdoor gastropub in Malibu. We literally had the patio all to ourselves. It was quiet and peaceful. We explored beach caves and took in the salty, fresh air. There was an underlying sadness in it all, but it was still, despite everything, a good day.
Handle with Care
And then Monday hit and it was like we woke up and realized this was in fact our reality.
Monday brought a wave of deep sadness. It all seemed to finally hit me. It was the start of a week full of bloodwork, doctor’s appointments, a final ultrasound, and surgery. Not a ton to look forward to. This day, I felt especially on edge. As we waited to be called back for bloodwork, we went to my OB’s office to explain to them how I was unable to get blood drawn on Saturday since the Lap Corp was closed. I needed to move my Tuesday doctor’s appointment for this reason. I was fully caught off guard when I was met with a harsh tone questioning if I tried all the Lap Corp locations. A harsh tone questioning my decision making was the last thing I needed as I was going through a miscarriage!
This small interaction made me lose it. I held it together, but as we left the office I again burst into tears. Do they realize what is going on here? I felt like I needed to be wearing a shirt that stated I needed to be handled with extra care and gentleness. I really wish it was explained to me which locations were open. Grief puts a hold on logic. I did not think to call up a bunch of locations. I simply drove to the one my map showed me and the sign said closed, so I went home.
The rest of the week was weird. There was a lot of grief, but it was also mixed with a tiny amount of hope. I was still carrying our baby. There was still no blood. There were no external symptoms that I was miscarrying. If I had not gone into that ultrasound, I would still be strutting around happily with my little bump.
A Missed Miscarriage
To me, this has been one of the most confusing parts. I had a missed miscarriage, which means that my body never registered that the pregnancy was no longer viable. My body did not want to let go. And in some ways this frustrates me, but in a lot of other ways it makes me feel proud. Just like my heart, my whole body wanted to hold onto this little life as long as possible. By the time I had my surgery, it was already three weeks that the baby’s heartbeat stopped. Even though in some ways I feel like my body failed me, I also feel like it fought so hard to keep and protect our baby. And for that I feel thankful.
So in the days between Monday and Thursday (the day the miscarriage was officially confirmed), I spent most of my time either on the couch, at an appointment or in prayer praying for some kind of miracle. There was a lot of Grey’s Anatomy and Gilmore Girls consumed. Lots of Googling. Lots of sitting and waiting and blood work.
This in-between time was painful. I knew deep down what the result of the week would be, but in these days there was still a small string of hope. I was still carrying a baby. It was likely not alive, but it was still in my tummy and things just felt strange.
Closure + Covid Tests
In a lot of ways, Thursday brought a sense of closure. Thursday brought peace in a strange way and I actually felt like I could finally and fully grieve our lost baby. Thursday also brought frustration as I again was stuck in a doctor’s office waiting over an hour after the final ultrasound again showed me our sweet tiny babe with no heartbeat.
Then I had to deal with an uninterested and uninformed lady who was in charge of scheduling my surgery. I had to get a rapid result Covid test in order to have my surgery the next day. She had no idea where I could get one, so as she sat on the phone distracted, I had to research on my own the best place to get Covid test results the same day. Again, it might sound small, but this was just another stressor that added to my grief.
After an exhausting day of running around doing yet another round of bloodwork and driving to get the Covid test, I finally returned to my spot on the couch. And this is the place I have spent most of my time since surgery on Friday. I don’t really care to go into the details, but the whole procedure went smoothly. The nurses were kind. And Taylor Swift thoughtfully released a new album the day before, so Folklore kept me company as I waited alone on the hospital bed. For what it was, the Lord absolutely used these small details to bring me comfort and peace as I was literally losing my baby from within me.
Days Following D&C Surgery
In the days following the procedure, I have found myself not crying much. This seemed strange at first, but grief operates in a weird way. I have good days and bad days. Days where my heart stings all day long and days where I feel light and hopeful. In the good and the bad, Lance and I have felt so deeply cared for. From the flowers delivered to our door to the gracious friends and family bringing over a meal to the text check-ins and phone calls, we feel the love. We feel covered in prayers and we feel well taken care of.
I am not exactly sure what the next days or even weeks will look like. I am taking things one day at a time. Actually one moment at a time. I have minimized my days and really only focusing on the things that matter. I mostly stay at home. I occasionally do a few normal things, like dishes and laundry. I return to the couch every time I begin to feel overwhelmed and tired. I am taking things slow. I am running. I am praying. I am asking for help. I have never walked through something like this before and I don’t really know how to do it well. All I do know is that I need grace and a lot of it. I need Jesus more now that I ever thought I did before.
I share this story because I hope it can give you a deeper perspective on the word miscarriage. I hope it can better humanize this very real (and sadly, very common) experience. I hope it can make you feel a little less alone if you too have experienced this type of loss or are currently going through it today. I hope it can help you better understand the experience if you have a friend or family member going through it. Ultimately, I hope our story points you to a loving Father. One who doesn’t always prevent his children from enduring pain and loss, but One that walks right alongside us through it all.
Also, I share this story because I am terrible at faking things. I am terrible at pretending everything is okay when I just lost our baby. I can’t simply move on. I need to share. I need to put words to how I am feeling. And mostly, I need to honor our baby. We lost our baby so early that I don’t even have a healthy ultrasound photo. I do not have any official pregnancy announcement photo. All I have are these words and a heart longing to one day meet our baby in heaven.
For week 2 of our color unit, we focused on the color orange! It is amazing when your mind is focused on a particular thing, how much you begin to notice. Orange has never been a favorite color of mine, but after spending a week all about orange, I must say I have a greater appreciation for the way it points us to things.
Hudson and I noticed how much orange was everywhere along the street and within construction sites. Traffic cones, street barricades, the letters on trucks. Orange is everywhere. It is not the type of color that gets all the glory, like blue or green, but our world simply would not function as well without this bright color pointing us into the right direction. So thank you, orange!
With this new appreciation for all things orange, Hudson and I had a lot of fun exploring and learning about this color through books, play, and hands-on activities.
This book was the perfect book to read again and again this week. It is a great book to teach all the different colors through types of food and the animals that eat each color. The illustrations are beautiful and bright.
We do not have a copy of this book, so we watched it on Youtube. It is a really cute story about a blob that only does orange things. The word “orange” is repeated a lot throughout the story, so it is great for little learners. Also, orange blob only plays with orange soccer balls, which made Hudson excited, since he too loves playing soccer.
Even though this book is centered around planting pumpkin seeds for Halloween, it is still a fun one to read in the spring as it explains the process of growing a pumpkin. I love the bright illustrations of this book and the way it shows the changing colors of the pumpkins as they grow.
After noticing how much orange is within construction sites, we pulled this book off our shelf. This is definitely a favorite of Hudson’s. He loves the flaps and loves naming the different trucks and equipment. He gets very excited at the crane and bulldozer page. A fun orange activity with this book is to point out all the orange cones.
Monday: Orange Sensory Bin + Orange Scavenger Walk
For this week’s bin, we collected as many orange things we could find. I definitely noticed we had less orange items than red items from last week, but we had enough to make a relatively full bin.
Our orange bin consisted of: Lego Duplo clown fish, big orange lego blocks, plush basketball, orange drumsticks, orange train tracks, foam pumpkin cutouts, lion and tiger finger puppets, orange letters, orange popsicle sticks, orange pom poms, and a few other random orange things.
Similar to last week, we made towers with the orange blocks in the bin and we made an orange line after reading The Lineup Book.
On our orange scavenger walk, we got the chance to really notice the beautiful orange flowers in our neighbor’s frontyard and the orange leaves on the ground. This orange scavenger hunt continued throughout our week, as we noticed how the Ex on the FedEx truck is orange and even sometimes green. We noticed the amount of orange traffic cones and signs and barricades out right now due to the quarantine. Even the rocks along the shore were all orange!
This color scavenger walk is a great activity to carry throughout your week. You might just be surprised at how much one particular color is in fact all around you!
Tuesday: Squeeze Orange Juice + Bouncing Basketball Craft
Grammy came over this Tuesday morning and Hudson and her together squeezed some fresh orange juice. Hudson loves making juice with his grammy and especially loves drinking it after!
Like the baseball craft from last week, I wanted to come up with an orange craft that was aligned with Hudson’s interests. Naturally, I landed on basketballs. For this simple craft, I took a paper cup and covered the opening with foil. We used this as a cicle stamp to create the basketball shape. I actually really like the way the foil stamp turned out! It created circles that have a more textured look on paper. A sponge cut into a circle would also work well for this craft.
On the cardstock, I created dotted “bounces” as a guide to encourage him to stamp the basketball at the bottom and top of the peaks. This allows the basketballs to look as if they are bouncing across the page.
Hudson loved the outcome and enjoyed watching me draw the lines on the basketball, but was not as into the process of stamping. I have a feeling he will enjoy a craft like this even more in a year.
The part Hudson enjoyed the most was actually the process of creating the orange paint. I only had white paint, so we created our own by adding red and yellow dye to the paint. This is a fun way to show how colors are created. H really enjoyed adding the yellow dye and mixing it with his paintbrush.
Wednesday: Orange Picnic + Carrot Dig
There are SO many yummy orange foods, so it was easy to create a full picnic with all of our orange favorites. In our picnic, we had orange slices, cheddar rocket crackers from Trader Joe’s, dried mango, carrots, and a carrot-apple squeeze pack also from Trader Joe’s.
A color picnic is a fun and tasty way to teach colors! Thinking of the color orange even helped guide me as I made my weekly grocery trip. I found myself trying new flavors and foods because they were orange and I was curious.
The carrot dig sensory bin setup was SO simple and was by far Hudson’s favorite activity that we did all week. All I did was pour soil into an aluminum food tray and buried about 12 carrots. Hudson is very into all things gardening, so this was the perfect activity for him. He loved shoveling the dirt and it was nice to have a more controlled area where playing with dirt and digging were acceptable. After he found all the carrots, I let him wash them with a bowl of water. The washing them part was equally as fun for him.
This activity is a great thing to leave out for a few hours and let your little ones go and play with it as they wish.
Thursday: Paint the Ex Orange + Pumpkin-Vine Weaving
I came up with this idea as I noticed on our Monday run how bright and orange the Ex is on the FedEx truck. Hudson is very much into all types of trucks so this was another way for me to tie in his interests. I did not have much expectations for this craft, but it turned out to be a fun one. Hudson definitely needed help to actually paint the white space on the Ex, but he did enjoy wildly waving his orange brush all over.
Even though it is not fall, we did play a bit with pumpkins. With some of the foam pumpkin cutouts I had, I showed him how to hole punch and helped him to weave the vine (green pipe cleaner) into the top of the pumpkin. This is a great activity for those fine motor skills. This activity would work great paired with that pumpkin book I mentioned above.
Friday: Orange Collage Activity + Orange Water Mixing/Sponge Activity
We used similar materials from last week’s collage: white card stock paper, feathers, pom poms, popsicle sticks, foam shapes, orange origami paper, and pipe cleaners.
This week, I left the materials out longer, so he could come to the art table when he actually felt like it. I realized morning time is a better time for him to do an activity like this. He was much more into pointing to where he wanted each item to go on the paper. I helped him glue, but he showed me the design he had in mind. It was a good team effort.
For the water activity, I simply created two containers of water: one dyed red and one dyed yellow. I let him scoop with a cup each color into a new bowl to make orange. I also put some sponges out for him to play with. With the orange water, we worked on sponge transferring water to the empty containers. So simple and a great way to show how the color orange is made.
I have a confession: on my first Mother’s Day (last year) I was not very kind to my sweet husband.
Looking back on that day, we had a great day celebrating with both of our moms, but I can still remember the way we ended the day on my own bitterness with unmet and very unrealistic expectations.
Like a lot of new moms celebrating their first Mother’s Day, I had expectations in my head about what the day would look like. While there is nothing wrong with hoping for a special day, here was the problem: I did not share a single one of those expectations with Lance. Needless to say, I ended feeling not fully satisfied not because I don’t have the most loving and thoughtful husband, but because outwardly I made Mother’s Day seem like not a big deal, when in my own little head it was a very, very big deal.
Lesson learned. This Mother’s Day was different. And it was a new favorite day.
Want to know what changed? I was honest. Before falling asleep the night before, I told him very directly: I would love breakfast in bed. His response: sure, what sounds good?
Well, that was simple. And guess what happened. I slowly woke up Sunday morning to the literal sizzling of bacon and the lovely smell of pepper and melted cheese. And mama was happy.
It wasn’t really ever about the food. Simply put, I would be happy with just a cup of coffee, it was more about the act of service. I felt so loved not because of the amazing bacon omelette, I felt loved because Lance got up early and came walking in smiling with breakfast and I could see the effort, the love, and the care. And from that moment on, the day was perfect.
It all started with me quickly mentioning before falling asleep the expectation I had in my head. Because as loving and thoughtful as Lance is, he simply cannot read my mind!
Once silly Mother’s Day expectations were met, I was able to fully see with clear eyes the amount of love that daily surrounds me.
It was a sweet day spent with both of our moms.
Bellinis were sipped. Lots of yummy Mediterranean food was consumed. Chocolate cake and key lime pie were devoured. Sweet cards and beautiful flowers and gifts were exchanged. And Hudson picked purple flowers for me and said “mommy” extra sweetly.
Once our moms and families left, we rested and then went back out to the pool and splashed around for a bit. I created a spa set up and Lance even attempted to paint my nails. It was the sweetest thing, but let’s just say I had to take over after the first nail. His willingness to try will always be remembered!
All that to say, it was a good day.
My heart felt full + thankful.
I am thankful to be surrounded by so many amazing women that set such a beautiful example of what it looks like to mother well.
This week Hudson turned 22-months! How has it already been 2 months since I wrote his 20-month update? In that same amount of time we will have a 2-year old!
In the two months since last I gave an update, Hudson’s language has really developed. I am daily amazed with the words that he can say. Some of his favorites include: ball, bowl (when being given a snack, he always requests it in a bowl), bat, glove, catch, Dodgers (grandpa can be thanked for that one), pool man, gardener, lawnmower, boom (fav book), pout-pout (another fav book), more, please, mimi (kitty), ala (nala-our dog), treat (which he says every night after dinner), straw, car, choo choo (train), roar, baby, bear.
Of all the random words he can say, like lawnmower, he still has trouble saying his own name! And another word he does not say is NO, which I am thankful for! Instead of saying it, he just shakes his head wildly to indicate “no, don’t want to.” Personally, I prefer the head shake over hearing NO, NO, NO! But hey, I am sure that is coming. For now, I’ll enjoy these silent, head shaking no’s.
Along with all the words, Hudson has become even more accustomed to a very specific routine. He is a creature of habit. This mostly shows up in his nighttime routine. First he gathers all of his closest friends (beary is his first priority, then slothy, then bear, then another blankie, and his Buzz Lightyear pillow. Once all of this is taken out of his crib and put in our reading corner, the reading of his favorite books begins.
I cannot tell you how many times Lance and I have shouted “BOOM!” from Stormy Night or read the line: “I am a pout-pout fish, with a pout-pout face, so I spread the dreary wearies all over the place.” Once we read the classic line up of books, without fail, as daddy gets up to leave the room, he asks for a “nana” (banana). He usually just wants to hold it as we read Good Night, Gorilla because there are bananas all over the pages of that book.
Once he is put in his crib, his quest for routine and comfort continue. He points to his feet for fresh socks. He then holds up each of his stuffed animal friends and wants me to kiss each one. So I do. Slothy always seems to get an extra kiss. And then I say good night, love you and he is ready to drift off. In some ways this process seems excessive. There are quite a lot of complex layers in this nighttime routine, but it never really feels like a burden. I mean come on, kissing stuffed animals for your baby boy because he wants them to feel loved and comforted right before bed? Does it get any sweeter?
I write all this out not because I think you necessarily care, but because I do not want to forget it. I want to look back in ten years and remember our precious 22-month baby boy and the things his heart needed and clinged to. This time is so sweet. Yes, the tantrums are wild and listening is a lesson we work on daily, but as a whole, these are the days.
One thought I have not been able to shake the past few days is how much Hudson teaches me. I am not just saying it because it sounds cute. I truly mean it. When I watch the way my 22-month old baby boy lives out his simple days, I am drawn closer and closer to the Father. Let me explain.
Lesson #1: Pray for the Pool Man
Every night as we pray at the dinner table, Hudson immediately says with a sense of urgency: pool man, gardener. Not sometimes, but every single night, without fail. His eyes get big and he pulls on Lance’s arms and he keeps repeating their names until Lance prays for them. This whole process is then repeated with bedtime prayers. At first, it started as something that was just cute, but it has become such a consistent rhythm that it has actually really ministered to my own heart and prayer life. I desire to pray more like my 22-month old. I hate to admit it, but Hudson is more consistent in praying for the people on his heart than his mother. Talk about learning from our children.
My prayer life can be so inconsistent. My prayer life can also be very me-centric. Hudson is teaching me daily the power in consistency and to pray for the people we might not know well, but that we interact with in our daily lives. Hudson loves our neighbor, Howard. He loves the lady that works at Trader Joe’s. He loves the pool man, the gardener, the trash man, and any truck driver, for that matter. He loves the people that we might not know intimately as family or friends, but he loves the people in our local community well and I have a lot to learn from him in that area.
Lesson #2: Feel Sad for the Pout-Pout Fish
As I mentioned in his list of words, “pout-pout” is one of them. The Pout-Pout Fish is one of his very favorite books and is read at least 3 times every day. And here is the thing, we all know the ending of the story. Things end well, but this does not stop Hudson from truly being concerned for the fish in all the pages when he looks sad. He points and makes a sad face. He actually almost begins to cry. He feels deeply for Mr. Pout-Pout. A few pages in when the fish is on his back and still has his pout face, Hudson just about loses it. He points again with urgency and his breathing picks up. He mourns the sadness and despair of the fish every single time. He knows the ending, but this does not keep him from feeling real, genuine sadness.
I am the opposite. I want to skip over the sad, the hard, the painful, and move on to the joy. I tend to ignore or not allow myself to fully feel the parts of a story or life that are in fact sad. Hudson is changing this for me. He is reminding me that even when we know how the story ends, we should still feel the emotions along the way. In a lot of ways, it makes the joy at the end of the story that much sweeter because we felt the sorrow first.
There is a page towards the end of the story where there is a big picture of the fish smiling because he realized he was actually a kiss-kiss fish. Every time we turn to this page, Hudson’s whole face lights up and he literally kisses the pages of the book. He does this every time. He cannot contain his joy!
Taking this all outside of the context of the pout-pout fish, makes me think about the time period we are in today: in-between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday. A large part of my personality wants to just rush to the joy of the empty tomb. The Lord, through my little emotional boy, is teaching me the importance in sitting at the cross. He is teaching me to feel the pain, the sadness, the sacrifice. And in the same way that Hudson kisses the fish at the end with such joy, I can thank the Father with an even greater joy and gratitude for all He has done for me.
Lesson #3: Worship Freely
Hudson is also reminding me that worship is not confined to a church service. We should be constantly living in a state of worship to our loving Father. Ever since church service became solely online, H has been obsessed with worshipping on the couch together. He wants to sing and put his hands up all the time: on the couch, at the dinner table, when he is playing baseball. It doesn’t matter where he is or what he is doing, if he feels the urge to look up and thank God, he will.
And let me tell you, it is humbling to say the least, when you see your not-yet-2-year old worshipping in a more authentic and real way than you. I have a terrible singing voice, so I tend to sing pretty softly in church. Throwing my hands up has never been comfortable to me, so I usually keep them glued to my sides. But you see, Hudson does not care. He dances wildly, he sings off-key, he waves his hands in the air, and he asks for more and more and more. Oh, how I desire to worship, like that of a child.
Lesson #4: Pursue Passions
Back to our prayer time, after Hudson says pool man, gardener, he usually will pretend to swing a bat. Sometimes he even says “Dodgers,” so we aren’t exactly sure what the prayer request is. Dodgers to win the World Series? For him to be on the Dodgers? Or for God to help him be a good baseball player? We are not certain, but one thing is clear: Hudson is passionate about baseball and soccer and really anything involving balls.
He practices his swing in the living room every day. He does pretend practice pitches. He wakes up in the morning saying, “catch?” He raises his hand and yells “corner” when he is about to kick a soccer ball. This kid is all in when it comes to ball-related sports. Who knows what it will look like for him in his life, but I feel pretty confident that he will pursue some type of sport or sports with a great passion.
As I have been watching this obsession develop over the last couple months, I can’t help but be inspired. The way he watches the ball so intently before he swings it. The way he claps when he does a big hit or surprises himself and actually catches the ball in his glove. The way he pursues his passion when he doesn’t even know what that means, inspires me to be more forward with the passions I tend to bury down and not boldly proclaim.
I want to wake up like Hudson and proclaim the things I am most passionate about: Jesus, family, raising little ones, running, writing. Just like he rises and asks who wants to play catch, I hope to become more of a woman that rises with all the things I love most flowing from my words and actions.
It sounds cute to say my 22-month old is teaching me these things, but the bigger truth is that the Lord is teaching and maturing my heart of these lessons THROUGH my little boy. I sometimes want to pull out my hair because as sweet and precious as our Hudson Boy is, he can be a real challenge. He is bold, stubborn, wild. And I know with certainty, the Lord placed him as our first son to do some major heart work and teach us valuable lessons in our faith. So, really, these are lessons from the Lord, but he has been gracious enough to use a sweet and hilarious little boy to teach me them.
Easter celebrations are likely going to feel quite different for most of this year. There will be no bunny photos or large egg hunts or dressing up in our Sunday’s best for Easter service. In a lot of ways, Easter this year will be quite simple. They will be quiet, without the rush and bustle and people that usually surround all of our favorite holidays. And while in some ways this disappoints me; in a lot of ways it is allowing my heart to be even more focused on the reason we celebrate Easter in the first place.
Taking away the external elements of Easter, we are left with the one thing that truly matters and is forever unchanging: a cross and an empty tomb. Jesus is alive and we get to be with Him forever! That will never be taken away. That is just as true now during a pandemic as it was before. That will never change. In a time where everything seems to feel different, this Easter, we have even greater reason to celebrate our great, unchanging Father that loves us SO much.
Even though things feel so different, I am very much in the Easter-spirit! To me, this is what Easter is all about. It is about facing the darkness of the cross, but then it is also about looking past it and seeing the light and hope that lies beyond it. Jesus’ resurrection is one of the greatest reminders that death and darkness DO NOT get the final word. Death is defeated. There is hope. We will get through this.
This may sound silly to you, but one thing that has helped me to be more focused on the hope of Easter is a week full of Easter-centric activities and crafts with Hudson Boy (21-months)! Each day this week we did an Easter-themed activity. All of them were very simple and with materials that can mostly be found around the house. These activities absolutely brought some joy to our indoor days & reminded us both of the great hope we have in Jesus!
With Easter just about a week away, these activities could be a great way to count down the days to Easter Sunday with your kiddos.
Quick side-note: we packed a lot of fun intentional activities into our week, but if you look at all my pictures in this post, you will easily find dust all over our floors. To the mom that struggles with a comparative heart (ME!), don’t worry if it was a week with less hands-on activities. It is all about give and take. This week we did a lot together, but my kitchen and floors and whole house for that matter is a bit of a disaster.
1. WATERCOLOR CROSS ART
I was inspired by the Resourceful Mama’s tape Resist Cross. We did not have painter’s tape on hand, so I cut out a cross with construction paper and taped it to the card stock. Obviously painter’s tape is ideal, but it still worked out for us! This is a great project to do on Good Friday to focus and teach on Jesus’ death on the cross and his resurrection. This project is simple and the result is really beautiful with the watercolors. I have ours on our mantle. It has been a really powerful reminder to me all week about how the dark cross does not get the final word. There are beautiful colors on the other side.
2. INDOOR EASTER EGG HUNT
After this egg hunt, all Hudson seems to be able to say is “eg, eg, eg!” I had saved a handful of plastic eggs from last year’s Easter egg hunt, so used these. If you are feeling stumped with what to hide in the egg for this random, indoor hunt, you could do a “Resurrection Egg Hunt.” There are ideas for this type of egg hunt all over, but I was specifically inspired by Meredith over at the blog, Wait ‘Til Your Father Gets Home.
For Hudson’s egg hunt, I quickly wrote down what each item represented, along with the correlating Bible verses. As Hudson gets older, I will use this activity to go through scripture and have a more in-depth discussion on Jesus’ resurrection. For my 21-month old, it was still a good activity for him to hold each item and for me, in a few, simple words explain to him what the item represented. This was a great activity that helped make a random indoor egg hunt feel a bit more meaningful.
Since this one hunt, we have done a few. Usually with empty eggs. He is obsessed with it and it is a fun way to pass some time.
3. POM POMS + EGG COLOR SORTING
With those same eggs, we did this color sorting activity. So simple and great for practicing colors with toddlers! Also, great for fine motor skills, as Hudson tried to pack as many pom poms as he could in a single egg. We just used our hands to sort pom poms by color, but you could also use plastic tongs or a spoon to really work on those fine motor skills.
4. CHRIST-CENTERED COLORING PAGES
My favorite resource for free, Christian coloring pages is Christian Preschool Printables. It is an amazing site with some wonderful + free printables. I look forward to using this resource even more as Hudson gets more into the preschool years. He really enjoyed coloring these crosses and immediately started to run out the door to give it to someone. Coloring pages, like these, are a great thing to have on hand, especially when someone wakes up way too early from their nap! Coloring in the afternoon with a few snacks seems to sit well with Hudson as a solid afternoon activity.
5. EGG + BUNNY EARS COOKIE BAKING
To end the week, we spent time with auntie and made Easter sugar cookies. At this point, I am convinced that Sally’s Baking Addiction has the very best sugar cookie recipe. I made this same recipe for Valentine’s Day and these Easter ones were just as delicious. I was totally inspired by the way she used the same cookie cutter to make both eggs and bunny ears. How cute!
Our cookies, look NOTHING like hers, but we all had a lot of fun making them! I set up Hudson’s own little decorating station with wax paper and a few cookies already frosted in white for him. This allowed him to spoon some color on to each cookie and shake some sprinkles on. He was a happy camper with this set up. I intentionally made a really small egg that he called “baby.” This was a fun one for him to decorate and I didn’t mind him eating the whole thing since it was so tiny!!
There are a few things we did not get to and are hoping to fit in next week!
Other Easter Things To-Do with with Kiddos
Dye Easter Eggs! (Excited to try these PAAS Marble ones). If your Target has a Drive-Up, you should utilize it! I just made a Target trip the other night and it increased my anxiety times 10.
Easter Photos! No mall bunny photos this year, so hoping to make a spring little set-up in our backyard to get some cute Easter photos of Hudson!
Write Easter Cards to Family! Holidays are my favorite times to write words of gratitude to those we love most. I have a mild obsession with Trader Joe’s seasonal cards. Picked these up the other day and I am excited to spend time with Hudson pouring love into each card. We might not be able to see all of our family members this Easter, but we certainly can show them we are thinking of them.
Easter Play-dough Play! Planning to make a new batch of play-dough. I will dye half orange and the other half light pink, so we can use our carrot and bunny cookie cutters!
And of course, we will be reading all the Easter books on our shelves. A couple weeks ago, I put a list of our favorite Easter books. Another one that is not on that list that we have been reading constantly is Here Comes Peter Cottontail! We have Hudson’s grammy’s version and I love this edition’s illustrations. This week would also be a great time to delve into the Easter stories in The Jesus Storybook Bible. We keep reading the story, “God’s Wonderful Surprise,” over and over again. It has been a comfort to both of us this week.
What are some simple things you are doing with your kids and family this coming week to celebrate the coming hope & joy of Easter? I would love to get some more ideas + inspiration!
I know we each are affected by the coronavirus in very different ways. Some in life-changing types of ways, and others in smaller disappointments. I know there is this temptation to down-play our own feelings right now, with the preface of with everything going on, it feels silly to… or I know others have it a lot worse, but…
I know that temptation well because I have most certainly felt it in the past couple weeks. It feels silly to complain about a postponed marathon, when others are losing jobs, weddings, graduations. It feels silly to complain about not getting to play at the park when we have a cozy house full of toys to play with. It feels silly to feel the pressure of keeping up with all the other moms that appear on social media to be handling it so much better than you.
All of it can feel silly, especially in the face of death and unemployment. But, it is your feelings and your situation, and it is okay to feel real sadness, disappointment, and anxiety over things that may feel small in comparison with everything else that is going on. It is okay to own our struggles, even if they may be small.
With that said, in the past couple weeks my emotions have been all over the map. I have felt a whole lot of disappointment. Disappointment over the marathon. Disappointment in not being able to attend church in person. Disappointment over not being able to go that basketball game or have that couple over for dinner or attend that birthday party.
Then, I went from disappointment to determination. Last week, especially, I was determined to make the best of these situations. This means keeping my whole routine as normal as possible. These choices have helped the initial disappointment to fade, but it also has created some unrealistic expectations.
The fact of the matter is that we are living in a global pandemic. This is new territory for all of us. It is new, weird, strange, scary, confusing, and uncertain. While I still stand on the fact that it is important to keep things as normal as possible and still goal-set and look ahead to the future, I am learning I need to add room for grace.
To give you an idea of how my brain works…
Circumstance: Race postponed.
Response: Keep training hard and run a sub-80 minute virtual half-marathon.
Circumstance: All classes, parks, museums, and stores closed.
Response: Be the best Pinterest-worthy mom. Do ALL the sensory bin activities. Do a craft every day. Read ALL the books on the shelves. Create fun learning experiences. Avoid screens at all costs.
Circumstance: All restaurants are closed, except for takeout.
Response: Bake and cook gourmet recipes for every meal.
Response: I must learn to knit, organize every cabinet/drawer in the house, and finally finish Hudson’s baby scrapbook.
Get the picture?
Not a whole lot of room for grace. This is new. This is weird. I am doing my best and God will fill all of the holes. He always does. I don’t need to put added pressure on myself to be super-mom, super-wife, super-human. This pandemic alone is pressure enough.
Before getting into ideas to keep an active toddler busy at home (I promise, we are still heading in that direction), I wanted to preface it with the fact that I too am struggling and feel this weird sense of pressure to do all the things. I am learning daily that the mundane elements of our day: taking a bath, watering the grass, calling a grandparent are enough. We don’t need to get crazy.
We Are Still…
We are still good runners during a pandemic if our mileage suddenly drops drastically.
We are still good moms during a pandemic if we do not always have a scheduled craft for the day.
We are still good wives during a pandemic if we become a bit more reliant on frozen pizzas than we did pre-pandemic.
We are still good productive humans during a pandemic if we have not acquired a new skill and the junk drawer is still full of junk.
Let God’s grace enter. You don’t need to be all the things or do all the things or learn all the things. Keep it simple. Keep folding the laundry, washing the dishes, reading bedtime stories, running, and cooking. In other words, keep doing the normal life stuff you would do all the time, no need to add the pressure to become a gourmet chef, a Pinterest-perfect mother, or super fit.
With all that said, here are some very simple things I am doing with my very, active, almost-2-year old that is keeping us both sane and happy, mostly.
1. Keep a routine
Keep waking up at similar times, keep changing out of pajamas, keep snacks, lunches, and dinners at normal times.
2. Walk/Run Outside
Take the jogger out for a short run or walk around the block. The days we go out for a morning run always seem better because it really breaks up the day. We have been calling our runs around our neighborhood, “dinosaur runs” because we stop by a nursery with giant, metallic dinosaurs and Hudson gets to roar at them. It is the small things!
Also, the sunshine and fresh air does a whole lot of good for the both of us. If you’re new to the baby jogger, I have some tips on running with the stroller, you can find here.
3. Take Long Baths
We now take baths in the morning and the evening. If Hudson is acting crazy, the bath is always a sure way to calm him down and get some sensory play as he plays with the bubbles and his bath toys. Typically, we will take a quick shower and rush out the door to our scheduled outing. It has actually been a real joy to embrace these slower, bubble bath type of mornings. If you are looking for more bath activities, here are some of my favorite products that always make bath time more fun:
There is always a chunk of our day scheduled for getting things done around the house. I try to always incorporate Hudson. Sometimes he just watches me or wanders off to play independently in the playroom, but sometimes he grabs the broom or his pretend lawn mower and goes around the house “working.” This is a win-win because I get things done around the house, while he imagines and helps me through play.
5. Bounce House
Set up something fun in your living room or playroom that is typically not up. It could be a tent, a fort, a ball pit, or a bounce house. We have this bounce house. It is not very big, but it already has been a well-worth it investment. As a family, we seem to always end up hanging out in the bounce house after dinner. In these scary and uncertain times, I feel pretty certain I will look back to our evenings spent in the bounce house with great fondness. There has been a whole lot of laughter happening in that little house- Nala (our 80 lb. golden) even joins and things get real crazy.
6. Songs + Dance
We usually break out the Greg & Steve tunes midmorning. This is a fun way to transition between activities and is a great way to burn off some extra energy before nap time. Here are a few songs, that are especially great for dancing with your toddlers:
Here’s the honest truth, our house currently is chaos. And this is entirely intentional. Part of it is laziness, but part of it is strategic. There are TONS of invitations to play all over our house for Hudson. He can jump in his bounce house, he can color on his chalk board, he can pretend play with his trains, he can practice his baseball swing on his tee. I am simply leaving things out all over to invite him to play. This creates a very messy house, but it is not like we are having guests over anytime soon and it takes the pressure off of me to constantly entertain.
8. FaceTime Family/Friends
This has been a great way for him to still have social interactions and see the people he loves most! We have been doing this almost daily. It has been the perfect way for both of us to feel more connected. Not to mention, great for him to practice names.
9. Make Cards
So far, we have made 2 birthday cards and one thank-you card to our amazing pool man. This is an easy “art project” and Hudson is at the age where he LOVES giving things to people he cares about. We don’t have a ton of art supplies, so I have kept it really simple with crayons and card stock. For auntie’s birthday card, we even broke out the water colors. I am not very creative or artsy, so making cards is a great way to incorporate some art + also teach Hudson the importance of appreciating those we care and love for.
Self-explanatory. Lots of indoor and outdoor scootering happening over here.
11. Mud Play
I will be honest, I have been on Pinterest more than ever recently. And it gets pretty overwhelming. I am all about simple activities with few supplies and ingredients needed. When I saw this mud play recipe, I knew it was perfect. You just combine water, flour, and cocoa powder. And there you go, the best smelling mud ever. It was perfect for creating dinosaur and truck tracks on paper.
12. Window Clings
If you are able to make a quick trip to the dollar store, they have really cute Easter window clings. This was very entertaining for Hudson. He especially likes the gel clings, which I am not crazy about because it attracts dog hair and H always ends up ripping them. But it is just $1 and entertains him, so still worth it in my book. The day we brought them out, he kept going back to the window to rearrange the bunny and the chick.
Okay, I am going to stop here. This is becoming too long. Here is the bottomline: use this time wisely. Soak it in and appreciate it for what it is. Sit in the quiet, the slow, the mundane. Don’t feel like you need to do all things. Keep it simple. Invite your little ones along in your ordinary days and take lots and lots of bubble baths.
On Fridays, I typically recap some major event or milestone of the past week. And this week, I am left a bit stumped with even the words to say. Nothing major or noteworthy has happened, well at least not in my narrow-earthly focused mind. From God’s perspective, quite a lot has been going on, but I can be so distracted, it is easy for me to write it off.
Upon deeper reflection, the common thread of this past week that has really struck a cord has been the small, ordinary interactions of our week.
There are a million reasons why I am thankful to be Hudson’s mom, but one of them is the experiences and conversations and things I notice that I never would have seen prior to motherhood. Similarly to when you get a dog, you discover a whole new world of what it means to be a dog owner. You meet people and have conversations about strange things that typically you never would have had the opportunity to experience.
Same thing is true when you have a kid. Your eyes open up to thousands of beautiful, little things that happen every day that you had no idea was even going on. Let me explain.
Hudson has taught me to be more friendly and more forward when it comes to making friends. My introverted self tends to stay away from a lot of interactions with strangers. Hudson is changing all of that. Everyone is a friend (especially if they have a ball and snacks) in his mind. This past week at our different park outings, we made new friends with the boy who brought the baseball tee, with the brother and sister that brought two soccer balls, and the cool guys playing basketball that called Hudson “bud.” These interactions were sweet and in each of them I saw kindness, generosity, and connection.
Beyond these random park interactions, I also am feeling thankful for the deeper friendships and relationships that happen on a daily basis. It has been a recent joy of mine to see Hudson begin to form real friendships with some of the boys in our mommy and me class. There is nothing quite as sweet as hearing him say his friend’s name “john-nee” when we ask him who his friends are.
Along with friendships Hudson is making, I also am thankful for new mom friendships that are forming. One of the biggest things I miss about work is lunches with my other teacher friends. Now, lunches are mostly eaten with just the two of us. I really have missed my lunchtime full of chatting and connection. This past Tuesday, after class, a group of us picnicked with all the kiddos. We shared food, we chased kids from running into the duck pond, and we laughed together as Hudson sat in a mud puddle. Not quite the same as work lunches, but this picnic lunch with friends, and muddy kids, and real conversations with other moms really filled me up. This was yet another moment of connection so different from life pre-H, but also so full and fun.
Hudson has also opened up my eyes to people that are doing really amazing work. We have come to know the street cleaner driver that drives every Wednesday on my parent’s street. I don’t know his name or his life, but every Wednesday he stops at the corner with a big smile and puts on a “show” for Hudson. He runs the bristles, turns on the vacuum, and splashes water. He drives the street cleaner with such joy. We look forward to his visit every week. And it is not just Hudson. My mom and Hudson were at the park when the street cleaner driver drove by. He did the same “show” with a great, big smile to an audience of excited toddlers. I was still finishing my workout when this all happened, but I can picture it so well because I have seen the way he does his job on a weekly basis. It really has impacted me. He weekly inspires me as a literal driving picture of what it looks like to work with joy and love. He does much more than clean the streets; he brings joy to toddlers who see him as a hero!
I could continue. I could write about the nice new librarian, Genevieve. I could write about the way all the librarians have come to know us and scavenge the shelves looking for books about dinosaurs and baseballs. Quick side-note: if you have a toddler obsessed with those two things, you have to check out or get a copy of Dino-Baseball. We have read it over ten times in the course of a couple days. Anyways, I could write about this and the story-time we had this morning. I could write about marching around the library singing “we are dinosaurs, marching, marching.” I could, but to keep things more precise, let’s end here.
The fact is, this week was not the most exciting. There was no big, exciting happening. It was ordinary. And in the ordinary, it was quite difficult. There were lots of moments of disobedience. Moments of jumping into mud puddles, of literally falling out of the crib, of running to the ocean for the one-millionth time without a fear in the world. There was a whole lot of screaming and tantrums in the backseat. There were many lunches left uneaten: food thrown and milk everywhere. This was not an easy week. But it was good. It was good because of all those small, ordinary and beautiful interactions I described above and for that I end the week with gratitude.
Also, Hudson was just scootering outside and he picked a purple flower for “mama” and that basically melted away all the hard moments in an instant. Heart is melting.
How is our baby already 20-months old? In 4-months, we have a 2-year old! Time, you can slow down just a tad.
It has been 20-months of being a mama. 20-months of baby snuggles and broken sleep. 20-months of falling in love with our crazy, baseball-loving, cookie-obsessed toddler, who feels more like a boy and less like a baby with each passing day. It has been 20 beautiful, life-changing months.
I don’t even know where to begin! It has been a while since I gave an update on Hudson. You can go back and read my 6-month update, where I include 6 major lessons I learned in those first 6 months. I also posted for his 1st year birthday with 6 more lessons. For the sake of time and your sanity, I am not going to list out 20 lessons in 20-months, even though I totally could.
To keep it brief, these past 20 months have taught me the importance of seasons. That hard seasons do not last forever. It has taught me to own who I am as a mom and to embrace these beautiful and simple days. I am finally beginning to really own these days of backyard bubble blowing and boo-boo kissing. Side-note: there is nothing quite as cute as watching a toddler blow bubbles. Or when that same toddler falls and immediately runs to you to heal the boo-boo with kisses. It will melt your heart in all kinds of ways.
I am really loving this season with Hudson. It is no secret that the newborn days were not my jam. I struggled. Not to say, I don’t struggle now, because I definitely am hit with those days of doubt and insecurity, but as a whole things feel more calm and confident and controlled (even when the tantrums and crying roll in). I am more secure in my identity in Christ and this pours out into motherhood. I was made for this. I was made for these days.
Things feel so much lighter than they did even a year ago. My bag is lighter. Now as long as I have wipes and a snack, I know we will be fine. My heart is lighter. Things are less serious. I can’t control everything. He will get hurt, get stitches (a lesson we unfortunately just learned), get bumps and bruises. And here’s the big lesson: that stuff doesn’t make me a bad mom. I used to take every bump and scape so personally. Not to say, I did not feel terrible about Hudson’s recent visit to the ER and his 5 stitches smack dab in the middle of his forehead. Of course, I felt terrible, but I didn’t feel like a bad mom. This stuff will happen again and again. I will do my very best to protect, love, and guide him, but I trust God’s plans and perfect timing for Hudson’s life.
My arms are also much lighter as I no longer am constantly holding and nursing and rocking. It has been a really fun season of getting to just watch him do his thing. I love the way he walks out in the morning ready to start his day. I love the way he runs in circles when he gets extra excited. I love the way he holds my hand as we walk outside. It was a special season to have him so close and needing me for nourishment the first year of his life, but this new season of independence is such a joy.
Like I said, I am not going to give 20 lessons, so instead I thought I would make a list of the 20 things Hudson is currently loving at 20-months!
20 Things Hudson is Currently Loving:
Any other type of truck, another fav is the street cleaning truck
Dino chicken nuggets
Morning smoothies made by daddy
All of his blankies, especially ones with silk that he can rub on his face
Daddy and Mum (as he calls me)
ALL of his loving family
Morning walks with Nala and bird watching
His red VW car that he can “drive” really well
His scooter and his Paw Patrol helmet. He loves wearing the helmet, but has not quite gotten the scootering part down.
Routines make the things happen that you don’t always feel like doing. For me, a huge one is exercise. Running comes pretty naturally to me and something I have been doing for over ten years; however, the reality of being a busy mom, often is still a huge barrier for me. While I definitely do not always feel like it, I still manage to exercise 6 days a week. This simply would not happen if I did not have a consistent routine. The miles and burpees are literally scheduled into my week. That might sound excessive, but here’s the truth: if I don’t pencil in my workouts like they are important work meetings, they simply WILL NOT HAPPEN! Same with you?
I am coming from the perspective of someone who loves to run and loves staying active and healthy, so I can only imagine the real obstacle to actually get out there and workout when it might not come as naturally to you. This is just more of a reason that you need to make exercise into a weekly routine!
Routines Make It Happen!
As I have said a ton on here before, routines help us actually do the things that are good for us even when we do not FEEL LIKE IT. If I am being honest, there are very few days where I truly feel like pushing myself and running a hard workout. Even when the feeling or desire is not there, I still get it done because I know that I run hard every Wednesday morning. It is just what I do.
I have a LOT of thoughts when it comes to exercise routines for the busy mom. Before I even really get started, I want to clearly acknowledge that I absolutely understand that some mamas have greater barriers to fitting in workouts based on either being a single mama, having no family nearby, dealing with a tight budget, and/or having multiple little ones still at home to care for. With that said, I still firmly believe that 6 days of movement, even for the busy mom with limited help and resources, is not only possible, but absolutely necessary.
Before you start listing out the excuses about why there is no possible way you can exercise 6 days a week. I want you to stop. The excuses are likely valid, but if you truly are priortizing your health, you can and will make time for scheduling working out as a daily routine.
6 Steps to Creating Your Own Exercise Routine
Below are some step-by-step suggestions to help you get on the track of incorporating movement into your daily routine. Notice how I am saying MOVEMENT. We tend to put a lot of pressure on ourselves with that word “exercise” or “workout.” There is this underlying pressure that if we do not have a solid hour to workout, then forget it. This way of thinking needs to stop. You have 10 minutes in your day. I don’t care how busy your days are. There are 10 minutes you can spare for intentional movement.
I will send you this 4-paged printable that I created that will help you target the times in your schedule that are open + guide you as you set goals and actually schedule the exercise into your week. I have made this PDF editable so if you choose to keep it on your computer, you can easily edit the boxes! To get this sent straight to your inbox, just enter you email below. If you are already a subscriber, you will getting this lovely PDF in my Tuesday newsletter.
1. Examine Your Weeks + Identify Open Windows
Take the time to list out all your time obligations and responsibilities during the week. Write it out as a schedule with time blocks. Once you have everything written out, identify the windows that are open. It might be very small windows, but even if it is 10-minute windows, highlight these.
2. Set Clear Weekly Goals
Be VERY specific. Set the number of times you plan to do cardio (run, spin class, bike ride, swim, treadmill, HIIT training). Set the number of times you plan to do strength training (core, weights, yoga, barre). For example, my typical weekly goals when I am not in full-on training mode is 4 runs per week + 2 classes (focused on legs, arms, and core).
3. Schedule It
Now that you have your goals, schedule the exact time + type of movement you will be doing on each day. Similar to my meal planning tips, I suggest that you do similar types of movement on each day of the week. For example, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays could be days you run. Tuesdays and Thursdays could be days focused on core strength. Saturdays could be either long run days (if you’re into that type of thing) or a morning class you attend to kick off the weekend on the right note. When scheduling, try to frontload your week. Schedule the hard things early on in the week when you are more motivated. For example, Monday-Wedneday I have most of my mileage scheduled in + a run workout. Put the hard things first!
4. Plan Ahead
Once your weekly schedule is set, next you need to plan out the logistics. As a busy mama, it is no longer as simple as just leaving the house for a run or the gym. You need to figure out who is watching your kiddos. Plan ahead and ask if you can have help in the hour you plan on getting out to exercise. If you don’t have help available to you, try to plan out with your spouse a time when they will be home. For us, this usually means waking up very early or using the evening time.
If limited help is a major barrier, try to plan most of your daily movement time when the kids are either in school, still asleep, napping, or my personal fav (can join you). The baby jogger is a great way to incorporate your little ones, while you get out the door and prioritize your own health. I wrote a whole post dedicated to tips on running with the jogger, which you can read here. There are also gyms that offer childcare, so this is another great option if you can swing a gym membership!
5. Actually Do It
This can sometimes be the hardest step. Once you have done the extra work of planning ahead and creating plans, you must actually commit to it. At first it might feel hard, especially if your only window of free time is in the evening, but once you make it a consistent routine, it will become easier and easier. Tuesday and Thursday evenings are the nights I go to a core class at my local Yogaworks. It used to be hard to find motivation to drive to these classes at 6 pm after a long day chasing Hudson, but now that it is a routine, it is something I look forward to and expect.
6. Be Flexible
Even with the routine set and things planned out, the reality is that certain days will simply not allow for your typical exercise routine to happen. There will be days where finding an hour window will feel nearly impossible and that is okay. I am learning that on these types of days, I can still incorporate 10-minutes of intentional movement into my day and this will help me to not feel guilty for skipping out and will also boost mood and productivity.
We often operate in this all or nothing mindset. We think if we don’t have a solid hour of time available, then we should just skip it. Not true! 10-minutes will always be better than none. Be willing to adjust and stay committed to the movement even if it will look slightly different than planned. Just getting out the door to run a couple miles and play at the park with your little one will always be a win over just choosing to skip it.
The tabata method is another great way to get in a solid workout in a short amount of time. It is similar to HIIT training in the sense that it focuses on doing certain exercises at a high-intensity level for 20 seconds and then resting for 10 seconds. I really believe we can all do something really hard for 20 seconds. You repeat this cycle 8 times. This is just 4 minutes of work, but it will push you in ways that going out for a casual 2 mile jog will not. I really believe this type of training is key for us busy mamas. It gives a high-quality workout in a short amount of time, and if done consistently can have huge aerobic and anaerobic results!
You’ve Got This
Wherever you are, whether that be training for a marathon or just trying to walk around the block daily, remember that you’ve got this and that prioritizing intentional movement daily is an essential part of your routine. If you do not have a consistent movement routine, I really hope this encourages you to do so.
Remember, it will likely not happen if you do not have a routine dedicated to staying active! You can always give up 10-minutes to move! Those intentional minutes put towards your health will ultimately make you a better human, mama, wife, and friend. I know that I am a wayyy nicer human, a more loving wife, and a much more patient mother when I get out there and make my running and fitness routine a priority.
Let me know how you squeeze in working out! I would love to hear from you. Leave a comment below!