Archive | August, 2014

If She Could Talk

13 Aug

Two of my favorite things about babies: jammies with feet and fuzzy heads.  I LOVE jammies with feet so much I have a song about them.  A co-worker once told me they “like” jammies with feet because they are “convenient.”  That hurt my heart.  You shouldn’t use them because they are convenient.  You should put them on your babies because they are the cutest things in the world and make your heart happy!  What is better than little monkeys on their butts and monkey paws on their feet?  Nothing, I tell you, nothing.

I also love fuzzy heads.  I hate getting up at 3:30am to feed a cranky baby but after she’s calmed down, I get to snuggle her head.  I sit there with my eyes closed and a smile on my face. With her head resting against my cheek, I sit there and thank God for my girls.  I thank Him for loving me so much he gave me them.  I also pray that I will be the mom he created me to be and the mom they deserve.  My relationship with my own mother was rocky and I pray with all my heart it won’t be that way with them.  I pray they know I love them and they realize they will never lived an unloved moment in their lives.

The other good thing about babies is they don’t talk back.  I get about 18 months of sassy free love.  Sometimes, however, I wish she could talk.

When she was born, I hoped to stay home but we weren’t sure yet if it was possible.  The first 6 weeks she was an angel.  My husband and I finally decided that I would stay home so I had to tell my boss.  The minute I did that, she turned into a major crank monkey.  It’s like she tricked me, pretending to be all cute and good so I would stay home.  Some say 6 weeks is too early to be conniving, but I’m not sure.

She was constantly crying and the only way I could make her happy was to feed her.  I would give her a bottle and then 20 minutes later give her another one.  Now, most people would catch on real quick, but not me.  This went of for about 2 weeks before I finally realized I was starving her!  I was giving her what I thought she needed, not what she actually needed.  Once I upped her milk intake she was better but I was still constantly feeding her so I jumped the gun and added rice cereal to her bottles.  My girl like to eat.  If she would have just said “mamma, I’m still hungry” both of our lives would have been easier.

I rub A&D ointment on her to prevent diaper rash.  The store was out so I had to buy the white Zinc stuff.  The very next diaper change I noticed her tush was red.  I thought it was diaper rash so I slathered the cream on.  I noticed every time I wiped her, she would start screaming.  Not cute baby cry but blood curdling scream.  I knew her tush must hurt from the rash so I would apply more cream.  It took me almost 24 hours to realize the cream was the problem.  Poor thing.  I was liberally applying the very stuff that was causing the redness.  My poor baby.  If she would have just said “stop mamma, that cream hurts” both our lives would have been easier.

You’d think I’m a first time mom, but I’m not.  Its a miracle my first born is 6 1/2 years old.

Dear mammas out there.  You,re amazing!  What you do matters!  Even if you think you suck, I promise it will get better.  Find comfort in the fact that kids don’t remember anything the first few years anyway.  I think God did that on purpose so they won’t remember all the things we did wrong while we were learning how to be mammas.  Wipe your baby’s tears, your tears and then take a deep breath.

You. Are. Awesome.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.

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Celebrate with Starbucks

6 Aug

So, Sunday morning is the most stressful time of the week.  Brandn is on the praise and worship team so he has to be at church butt-crack early.  This leaves me getting 2 girls ready by myself.  By the time I’m running out the door, 5 minutes late, both my daughters are in tears and I’m pulling my hair out.  The reason the oldest daughter is crying is because I have been yelling at her for the last 30 minutes to hurry up.  To say she moves at the speed of molasses is NO exaggeration.  (I remember the first time she skinned her knees, I was so excited because that meant she actually moved fast enough to skin her knees.)  The baby is usually crying because it’s time for another feeding but I have to let her scream it out because I have to get dressed, I don’t think people would appreciate me strolling in with my holy pjs on.

This last week was an anomaly.  We made it out the door with no yelling or tears.  I was feeling pretty good about my self and we all gave high fives as we walked out the door.  My goal every week is to hit Starbucks on the way to church but we never have time, so this week, we went!  We ordered our drinks and as I was taking my first sip, I heard “oh no, it was an accident!” from the back seat.  I knew what happened, I didn’t even have to turn around.  My oldest was bawling. Me: “Seriously Danica?!?”…..D: “It was an accident!”….Me: “How is it you don’t know how to drink a Starbucks drink without spilling it?  These are like sippy cups for adults!!”…..D: “I don’t know momma, I’m sorry.”…..Me: “We got drinks to celebrate the fact that we made it out the door with no yelling and no tears; and look at us!!  I’m yelling and you’re crying”…..D: “Can we go in through the gym so no one will see my dress?”…..Me:  “No!  You made the mess, you deal with it!”

Stop.  Right.  There.

Aren’t you glad God doesn’t have that attitude?   I have royally messed things up and I have never been abandoned to fix it myself.  God isn’t just hanging around waiting for us to fail so he can smite us.  No.  God is love.  Lets look at he Israelites shall we?  It’s been a while since I went OT.

“The Israelites had traveled in the wilderness for forty years until all the men who were old enough to fight in battle when they left Egypt had died. For they had disobeyed the LORD, and the LORD vowed he would not let them enter the land he had sworn to give us–a land flowing with milk and honey.”  Joshua 5:6.

To make a very long story short.  The Israelites were slaves for 400 years.  Moses quotes Charlton Heston saying “let my people go.”  A bunch of stuff happens and they are set free.  God shows them the promise land and quotes Brad Pitt saying “take it, it’s yours.”  The men got scared and didn’t trust god would help them conquer the land.   They were disobedient and as a punishment, they wandered the land lost for 40 years (until all the scardy-cats died) but they were never alone.

When they were hungry and thirsty, they cried out to the Lord and he gave them mana, quail and water.  He led them by a cloud of smoke by day and a fire by night.  The cloud provided shade from the desert sun and the fire provided light and warmth at night.  Their clothes and shoes never wore out, thats a miracle in itself right there.

So you messed things up.  Find peace and comfort in the fact that You. Are. Not. Alone.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.