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August 20131

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This is the first time I’ve been able to capture all of those little bits of G that I don’t want to forget. Those still soft cheeks, pillowy little lips, hands dirty from digging in the backyard, and toes roughed … Continue reading

Dear G: “Howdy, Howdy”

In the midst of all of my {self induced} pre-wedding/birthday weekend craziness, you brought me back down. You took me by the hand, pointed to the dimmer switch, and pulled me toward a little fort that you made behind your crib, complete with two blankies and Woody. A few minutes of contorting later, we settled into the 3 square foot area for some quiet time. I WISH I had a video of you tucking me in, pulling the blanket up over my eyes, placing Woody on my chest with a “Howdy,Howdy” , and then contentedly closing your eyes for the next 27 seconds.
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“The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.”

I had an interesting conversation with a few friends the other day after reading an article about the most stressful number of kids {three, apparently} . After hashing out our collective inadequacies, it seems the general consensus was that we all mostly struggled with the dreaded feeling as if we could never “keep up”.

But, honestly, who are we trying to keep up with? Our friends, who are struggling just as much? Celebrities? Our own mothers?  Super-mom bloggers who have seemingly boundless energy, creativity, and husbands with perfectly organized garages chock full of tools that allow them to build and DIY everything?  {<—-BINGO}

 I love Pinterest, and blogland makes me happy. I love the burst of creative inspiration I get from seeing what other people come up with.  However, it often leaves me feeling like I’m not keeping up. My house isn’t perfect, my kid throws HUGE fits at the grocery store, and I bribe him with chocolate chips to take a nap most days {#that’snotpaleo}. My garage is the place where dreams of productivity go to die because it is so disorganized, and my dogs keep digging up my garden.

Also known as perfectly freaking normal.

However, I struggle because I am constantly comparing myself to the seemingly perfect lives of those in my social circle, and my social-network circle. And they, just like me, are not posting and sharing those crazy moments where you think you might *actually*  get in the car and take off for Mexico, but the perfectly edited moments of bliss and cuteness that we sometimes forget exist in our own lives because we’re so busy focusing on the grit.

So, this is my mid-year resolution. STOP COMPARING. My house, my body, my kid, my clothes, everything. Work on being happy with what I have, which, to be honest, is pretty damn awesome. I have my dream house, a curly blonde- headed monkey that is pretty much perfect 98% of the time, a great fiance that not only allows me to stay home with G, but lets me start 1,475,879 Pinterest-induced projects, and rarely complains about them. Sure, there are days {like yesterday} where I consider packing a bag for Baja, but I am going to allow myself to be content in my own joy. And sometimes { like yesterday}, my own misery.

http://www.today.com/moms/mom-survey-says-three-most-stressful-number-kids-6C9774150

Thinking aloud: Part 2

Sometime in July….

Morning of:

Wake up and go to breakfast with our parents and G

{Have someone come and clean the house while we’re gone}

Come home and meet the photographer/ videographer/ make-up artist to start getting ready

Girls upstairs
Boys downstairs

 

Let G nap and play while the dads and Ryan hang out and have a few cocktails 🙂

Have our ceremony, officiated by Sarah Peck at _________ {AACK! Missing this part!}

Ryan prefers dusk, and inside….of course.

Go spend the night at The Madison, and let G go home with the Grandparents for the night 🙂

Early September:

Go to Greece!!

Eat, Drink, SLEEP, be happy..

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September 21, 2013

Wait for the video and photographs to be edited, and have a celebratory brunch for our family and friends at Acre in Memphis.