Posts Tagged: Abigail
Remember that video I was talking about a while back? The one I was going to make featuring some of the best snippets (digitally captured at least), of Abby’s first year on planet earth?
Well I finally got around to finishing it. You’re welcome aunties, uncles, g-mas and g-pas! And yes, you too – dear friends of the internets. A baby’s 1st year is quite the entertaining, darling and most amazing wonder. Truly. I’m especially partial, being that she’s mine…
Close to an infinite amount of patience.
That’s what I want.
I’m working on it. Slow and steady, in these cramped quarters.
Open the windows, let the cool breeze drift in and the palm trees elegant tinkle of rustling, waffle on in.
Accept the bad weather. Cuddle my teething sick baby. Speak calmly to my toddler, the embodiment of all that is testing.
It’s in these brief moments of stillness that I’ll meditate. That I’ll pray.
For grace to come swimming back to me.
This post is sponsored by Disney Baby. I’ll be joining the Disney Baby blogging team next month, and look forward to sharing these kinds of stories (projects/ideas/etc) with you over there! Stay tuned for more details!
Yea, I know I’m well past good timing on this post. No matter. I had all these grand plans for Hallowe’en. Given that I am a huge fan of the occasion. Back in the day, y’know – when I had more time for side-line crafty affairs, I would make my own costume. Of more recent years, I would craft up mine and Last Haloween I even managed to make mine and the BSM’s as well as the WSL’s .
Not so much this year. Although I desperately wanted to. And felt guilt about not doing it. Why is that? Why do we moms feel the need, (well not all moms I suppose, but many) – feel like we have to live up to some glorified Martha-Stewart-dom? Perhaps it was more a feeling like I’ve been slighted. Slighted by myself and the crazy schedule/calendar that I make for myself. Slighted because such things as making Hallowe’en costumes, are things that I truly want to do. Things that bring me great pleasure.
Abby that is, not me. Although – this could be debated in some circles I am sure.
Now that we’re here it’s as though the time has passed within the blink of an eye. However.
In the moment, when were walking the floors, rocking, and soothing as best we know how – it seems as if time stands still.
And we’re hanging it seems – by a thread. As parents hoping and praying we are doing it well.
I wrote Abby a letter today on the babble’s, where she stars in a small style photo shoot, with some choice family shots thrown in between.
This month has found me in swirling water. Catching up as best I can – knowing I have to cut something from my resume, not sure what.
Somehow though – I’ve managed to keep the candle burning from both ends, wherein you can too – do some catching up. Join me over on the babbles, if you are so inclined. Y’know – with a mind for all things baby:
There’s more…but of course. Once you’re there – obviously, you’ll know how to find them.
Peace out beauties. Until the next.
Like a birth story, but in video. What? I’ve been doing the parenting thing on my own for the past week with an added 2 more kids to ours (who really have been more of a help than anything else – older kids who have been raised well rock my world!)
So excuse me if I am creating weak analogies about blogging and vlogging and birth stories and birth videos. Can someone also please tell me why my adorable (heck, but she is ridiculously cute) baby girl has gone from having 1 daytime to one evening solid sleep (like 2 or 3 hours) to only sleeping in 20 min. intervals? Please, dear sweet buddha, why? My eyes are burning out of my head and the walls/floors feel mighty floaty most of the time. Vertigo is the new norm.
With such a small age gap, ( between Abigail and her bro, I had my worries.) Uneasy about the changes to be thrust at our young lad, really still a baby himself (21 months). Anticipating jealousy, vowing to make sure I made the time for him that he deserves. Newborn or no.