I’ve Got To Stop Doing This

It’s hard to pick back up after a year.  I know that blog­gers aren’t sup­posed to blog about why they weren’t blog­ging.


So, instead, I’ll post a cute pic­ture or two of the reason(s) I haven’t blogged.

100 Days of Kinder­garten and First Grade



He Gets Things Done



Baby4 — Kellen



I’m work­ing my way back into real posts.  Next time it’ll be more than just cute pic­tures, I hope!

It’s Been A Year

Actu­al­ly, if we’re being tru­ly accu­rate, it’s been a year and eleven days since my last post.  I’m think­ing about get­ting this blog going again.  There have been a few things going on in our lives which have kept me from blog­ging (Baby #4).  There have also been a few things which have tempt­ed me to start blog­ging again.  🙂

My imme­di­ate plan for blog­ging is to log some recipes I have in web­page form to make it eas­i­er for meal plan­ning.  I use a google spread­sheet for our meal plans.  I’d like to be able to have a link to the recipes in order to have it more eas­i­ly avail­able when we are cook­ing sup­per.  Hope­ful­ly… (ha!) that will lead to more blog­ging beyond just keep­ing recipes in order.  We shall see.

I’m Reading, and I Love It!

One of my goals for this year was to read more.  I didn’t set a goal or a type of book that I want­ed to read.  I just want­ed to make it a pri­or­i­ty, and after the first month, I’m hap­py to say I have.  Since Jan­u­ary 1, I have fin­ished four books.  I am also halfway through a fifth and part­way through the sixth.

I just love read­ing, and I love how I feel after I’ve read.

Check out my read­ing lists and the books I’ve fin­ished in 2012!

I’m always hap­py to have more sug­ges­tions and reviews.  Feel free to share what you are read­ing or some­thing you’ve read late­ly that you want to pass on.

Letting Go of Self-Imposed Rules

Some­times cre­at­ing a self-imposed rule is a good thing.  For exam­ple, I will only eat one cook­ie or I will drink at least 70 ounces of water a day.  Some­times though, I think that we get ideas that cer­tain self-imposed rules are expect­ed.  I find this hap­pens to me most often in par­ent­ing.

Instead of trust­ing my instincts and using mod­er­a­tion, I find myself won­der­ing what oth­er par­ents like me are doing about a par­tic­u­lar issue.  How are they han­dling screen time?  Bed­time?  Toys with bat­ter­ies?  Plas­tic toys?  Sweets?  The list can go on and on and on and on!

Enjoy­ing their screen time (in mod­er­a­tion!)

About a week and a half ago, I was part of a dis­cus­sion with a friend where she said, “Let­ting go of self-imposed con­straints is so free­ing!” in the con­text of par­ent­ing.  I had nev­er thought of it, but I think that par­ent­ing Jonas as an infant is the first time I was real­ly able to let go of many of *my* self-imposed rules.  Kael was born 4 weeks ear­ly, so doing every­thing right seemed even more impor­tant to me after he expe­ri­enced dif­fi­cul­ties nurs­ing and jaun­dice right off the bat.  I remem­ber set­ting him down for a nap one day because it was “time.”  He laid in his crib and bab­bled and talked for about an hour with­out falling asleep.  By the time Jason got home for lunch, I was near tears!  I didn’t know what to do.  He was sup­posed to nap so he could wake up and eat.  If he didn’t eat, he wouldn’t gain weight.  He was already ear­ly and small.  What was I going to do?!?!?  Look­ing back, I think there were prob­a­bly two options in this sit­u­a­tion.  One, he was per­fect­ly con­tent, so I could have left him.  Two, he was awake and not seem­ing sleepy at all.  I could have picked him up and brought him back into the oth­er room with me.  It seems so sim­ple now, but it was very stress­ful at the time.

When Asa was born, I knew what to expect (Ha!).  He was the sec­ond child, so I knew that he would be easy going, a good eater, and a good sleep­er.  He was going to spend lots of con­tent­ed time in the swing or play­ing on the floor.  He would be able to sleep any­where and through any­thing.  It turns out that Asa was a won­der­ful­ly per­fect addi­tion to our fam­i­ly, but he was also none of those things I described.  He had sep­a­ra­tion anx­i­ety from the time he was born.  He had reflux, was sen­si­tive to dairy, want­ed to be held all the time, and did not sleep well or for long ever.  I spent a lot of time in his ear­ly months try­ing to fig­ure out how to change my par­ent­ing to get the results I expect­ed I should be get­ting if I had been doing things right.

When I was preg­nant with Jonas, I ran into Jason’s boss and his wife at a restau­rant one evening.  They were both real­ly excit­ed for us to be hav­ing anoth­er baby.  (They are won­der­ful by the way!)  They both assured me that even though I was going to have 3 chil­dren and only two hands, it would be alright.  They also said I would enjoy the infan­cy of the third baby more than I had with the oth­er two, because I would final­ly be able to sit back and enjoy.  It sound­ed good, and it def­i­nite­ly gave me hope.  It turns out they were right.

Hav­ing a new baby is won­der­ful, and it is also stress­ful.  Even in the midst of the adjust­ment to a fam­i­ly of 5, I felt as con­tent and relaxed with how things were going as I can remem­ber feel­ing about a new baby.  When Jonas used to wake up and just hang out for 45 min­utes or an hour in the mid­dle of the night, I was able to remind myself that it wouldn’t last for­ev­er and soon that time would be a mem­o­ry.  When he went through the phase of the 40 minute nap, I reas­sured myself that at some point he would sleep longer than that if he tru­ly need­ed it.  He did.

Now, as I think about my friend’s wise words and those exam­ples in my life, I won­der what else am I hold­ing on to as an unnec­es­sary self-imposed rule.  This week, my goal is to know my chil­dren, see their needs, and respond to them with­out wor­ry­ing what oth­er par­ents “like me” might do in a smi­lar sit­u­a­tion.

A Word for the Year

Right now, on many blogs, there is a lot of talk about New Year’s Res­o­lu­tions, goals, and some­thing I only heard about for the first time last year, choos­ing a word for the year.  The idea of choos­ing one word to frame my inten­tions for this year intrigues me.  I’ve been work­ing on writ­ing some goals for this year.  So far, they are more like non-goals or state­ments of inten­tion than actu­al goals. Right now, I think I’m okay with that.  This is my life.  These are my goals, and this is my jour­ney.  I can do it how I want.

So, yes­ter­day and today as I’ve been try­ing to decide how I feel about not hav­ing goals in the tra­di­tion­al way of defin­ing them, a word stuck in my head.  I hadn’t real­ly planned to choose a word of the year.  I real­ly intend­ed to craft my state­ments of inten­tion and non-goals into goals.  Then, yes­ter­day, while I was clean­ing up in the kitchen, a word came to me and has been float­ing around my head since.

I think I am ready to step up and claim my word for 2012.  It is focus.  For so many rea­sons, this word res­onates with me and appeals to me.  I’m hope­ful that in anoth­er blog post I’ll be able to get all that out and explain why I am so excit­ed about this word.

Found on Flickr Pho­to by Michael Dale