Wednesday, December 12, 2012

the three year old

If you could have shown me these pictures three years ago when I was in the throes of breast feeding and sleep training I wouldn't have even been able to comprehend it. That the earth would spin so rapidly creating days that would fly right off my calendar into the abyss and that my little tiny babe would turn into the girl that I know and love even more today.

That first born child is like a science experiment. You hypothesize, test and theorize only to be proven completely wrong, and then you just throw your hands up and admit that you just don't know. 
You swore that you would not be that mother. 
That you would be chill.
That whatever this creature threw your way, you would roll with the punches and laugh it off.
Your heart though. Oh, your heart. She has it and when she cries you want to cry.
And don't let me forget your hormones. Oh, your hormones. 

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With all of the experimentation that comes with the territory of being a firstborn there are also the aspects of time and undivided attention. I remember there were days, DAYS, and hours upon hours that Lael and I would spend in my bed. I would nurse her, we'd sleep, I would eat, I would nurse her, I'd stare at her, we'd sleep, and on and on until my husband would walk through the door and we would be, I kid you not, sitting in the same position in bed where he had left us that morning. I tell you, this is beautiful time and attention that only gets given to the firstborn. Savor it, and for the love, please don't wish it away.

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So, if you're a first time mom and you're reading this and you're about to lose your mind over your baby's sleep schedule or you feel like the biggest slob ever because you haven't showered in two days and it's 3:00 in the afternoon and you still have on your maternity yoga pants and your husband's t-shirt, or you're feeling guilty because you just ate 7 chocolate chip cookies after dinner because you're so dang ravenous from your child literally sucking the life out of you, just stop. 

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Stop and remember that this is a season. And that it's a very, very short season.

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That soon and very soon you will look back on these sleepless nights and days and wonder how they got away so quickly. That they will be some of the sweetest times of your life.

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That there are thousands of women who would do just about anything to feel like a walking zombie, who would pay almost any amount of money to pacify a fussy baby, and who would love nothing more than to agonize over the pains of breastfeeding.

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Eventually your baby will sleep. She will get enough to eat. You will lose your weight and you won't always go days and days with your dirty hair in a bun and black circles under your eyes.

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Forget the books and let her nap on you. Give her a pacifier and rock her to sleep. And if you need to give her a bottle, give her a bottle.

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She won't remember these days, but you will, so let your firstborn blessing be just that.

Soak in this season, look ahead to the next and hold on tight 'cause it's a wild ride.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Sound the alarm! Lael is THREE!!

Or shall I say, FFFREEEEE! Haven't gotten the "t-h" sound quite yet. :) 
Our little fire engine lovin' girl had her own little fire engine lovin' birthday party. She pretty much had the run of the place and had TWO fire trucks from which to choose to sit on. 
We live right down the road from our local fire station and for over a year now Lael has had quite an obsession with seeing those trucks come in and leave the station. It's like the highlight of our outing on a typical day if we get to see one of the trucks pulling out with its lights and sirens on. Like, scare the pants off of you squeals coming from the back seat. Outta control.
So, this year we decided that it was only appropriate for her to treat her little friends to a tour of the place and get a chance to sit on a real live truck!

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Lots of cute little friends came to celebrate...

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Firemen are just nice people. I have yet to meet a rude one. They always seem so enthusiastic about their job and they always happily acknowledge Lael anytime we see them and she is waving so hard that her arm is about to fall off.  Just all around nice guys.
Now that I think about it, maybe it's not the trucks Lael has always been so excited about...
Anywho, the guys gave us the rundown on how all of their equipment and clothing work.

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AND they came down the pole!

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Here's our attempt at a group picture:

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And let the record show that Lael was NOT good at being the center of attention. I had to document this so I can show it to her one day. 
I give you the
"What? This is like, no big deal. What are we even doing here and why are you taking my picture? Huh? Oh. It's my birthday? Yeah. I know. Whatev. I like, sit on the front of firetrucks every day." 
face.

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And now I give you the
"I really, really don't wanna smile. Whatever you do don't smile. This is all pretty awesome and it's MY birthday, but I can't act like I care. Oh no, I'm starting to smile. Dang it."
face.

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Our next stop was Firehouse Subs which so conveniently happens to be right across the street from the fire station. The firemen literally stopped traffic for all of us to walk cross the road. :)
Forgive me for the "random pictures of kids eating" photos. It's all about the documentation.

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I made these little "match sticks" with pretzels and red candy melts.

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For the party favors I made firetruck sugar cookies.

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Now, commence the gift opening!

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So thankful for my family ...

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for my smokin' hot burnin' love...

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and for my newly three year old little girl who,
 from the moment I laid eyes on her, set my heart on fire.
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