I was determined to not be caught off guard. And truthfully, I wasn’t. Of the ways both of my kids came into this world, I was probably the least surprised when the doctor came in and said it was time to consider a c-section. But what did take me by surprise is what happened next, how I felt about it, both physically and emotionally, and how I feel now… read more
Reluctantly, I was all set. I had my pump. I had my creams and special bras and reusable pads. I’d been to the class, read blogs and joined Facebook groups. But yet, I was still a tad bit reluctant.
The craziest thing happened when I was pregnant — my hair got curly! When I was kid, I had pretty curly hair. As I got older, my curls didn’t curl as much anymore, and I really just had frizzy, somewhat wavy hair. I wanted curly hair — I’ve even gotten it permed several times in the last 15 years or so. But, when I was pregnant last year, I noticed my hair getting curlier. It was the weirdest thing. So, a year later, I decided to explore leaning into my new hair and see what would happen.
This weekend was H A R D . On Friday afternoon, Brighten decided she was ready to use the big girl potty. We’d been prepping for a few weeks — we had the Sophia the First and Frozen panties ready to go. She’s been talking about going potty for a while now, but with Grady’s arrival at Christmas, we’ve been delaying until Grady was a little more content. So, on Friday at 4:00 p.m., we jumped all in and decided to run with it.
Meet Grady Shores Morales. My son. How in the world is this real life?! Grady was born on December 21, 2018 at 6:17 p.m. at 7 lbs. 14.5 oz. via c-section after approximately 44 hours of labor. Yes, you read that right.
I’m not sure how many people can put their finger on the calendar and say that this, precisely, is the day we began working toward starting a family. But for us, we can. We turned in our application to Lifeline Children’s Services in pursuit of adopting a male, ages 0-2 from Ethiopia on December 1, 2013.
Crippling fear. It's something that I became uncomfortably used to. I tried to push the tragedies of this world away, but it didn't help. That only led to living in ignorance and oblivion. Let me tell you, ignorance is not bliss. It's like building a glass bubble around yourself temporarily, only to have the whole thing shatter around you when you hear a bit of news that is one of your millions of worst nightmares. So, for the most part I lived in fear, letting the sin, hatred, tragedy, and grief of this broken world grip my heart and my mind daily. I lived with the constant emotion and belief of looming danger, impending pain, and the threat of suffering.
When Jason and I were on our honeymoon in the Caymen Islands almost 6 years ago (how?!) there was a man snorkeling near where we were laying on the beach. All of a sudden, he came up on a panic. Me, having the healthy fear of the water and marine life that I strongly adhere to, thought maybe he saw a shark or a giant sting ray. As it turns out, he had not come across something threatening, but instead lost something of mass importance: his wedding ring.
I've been searching for a way to cut my hair routine time down for years. I love my hair long, but it takes F O R E V E R to style. My hair is fine, but I have a lot of it. It typically takes about 30 minutes to dry and style my hair if I straighten it and longer if I curl it. This mama don't got time for that!
Sometimes people see formal dining rooms as wasted space. But not me. I love a specific place to gather the people I love around the table. Friends and family, old and new, there's few things that bring me as much joy than putting together some plates of yummy food and sitting down together to share a meal.