*Seasoned parents, beware. This post is for those of us on our first child and still packing half of our house for a week-long beach trip. Don't say I didn't warn you.* I am pretty sure packing for beach trips before Bennett (B.B.) took about 10 minutes. Bathing suits? Check. Underwear? Got it. Cover-ups? Yep. Flip Flops? Got 'em. Separates in the same color family? I'm so Continue Reading
To beach or not to beach…(for my more visual readers…)
Bennett went to the beach for the first time this weekend: cuteness ensued.BeforeBefore the beachCool dudeHolding Nana's fingerReally, though?PreciousFather-son bonding time.The boysWhat is this beautiful place, dad?First family photo at the Emerald CoastLoves his Granddad!Beach naps with Granddad are the best!After a day full of fun in the sun and sands of Destin, Steven and I got ready for my Continue Reading
Five essentials for moms recovering from childbirth
Maybe it was working full time or perhaps it was the flurry of excitement that accompanied moving into a new home, but my nine month pregnancy flew by. Even now, I still cannot believe I have the pleasure of taking care of this perfect little guy for nearly eleven weeks:That smile!!When you're pregnant, it seems that every mother has valuable experiences to share; every mom wants to help you Continue Reading
Mom-entous (Mother’s Day in Review)
I won't make a habit of this, but this particular weekend deserves to be documented.As Sunday marked the first Mother's Day I got to celebrate as a mom, my husband was very careful to make this particular weekend "mom-entous."Let me first celebrate my little boy on consistently sleeping through the night (8-8 or 8-5) for about two weeks now. Go B, go!!! Sleep is truly life-changing. I Continue Reading
What I’m loving Wednesday: It must be in the jeans…
At twenty weeks pregnant, Steven and I found out that we were having a boy.I sincerely prayed for a boy; I was SO excited to find out we would be expecting a bundle filled with snips and snails and puppy dog tails. Then it hit me: a small ripple of sadness that I would not be able to shop for baby girl clothes. Let's be honest, the hair bows and the dresses and the cute little jeggings Continue Reading
A letter to my son at two months
Dear Bennett,Today you are two months old. Just over sixty days ago, I began to believe in the idea of love at first sight. The first time I saw you, I wept with joy. Now, each day that passes is another day that I get to celebrate the miracle of your birth and life. I am so thankful for every moment that I share with you: each smile, each snuggle, and each tear. Continue Reading
To heir is human…
Now, I don't like to brag, but I will.I have the best parents and in-laws in the world. I know you hear that often (cue eye rolls), but in this case, it is true. Steven and I talk at length and often about how lucky we are to have the parents that we have. To be fair, I used to live my life peering through Pollyanna goggles. I thought everyone got the chance to be loved and Continue Reading
Hoppy…no…Holy Easter…
As a child, I could count on Easter to always bring a few things: candy, white ruffled socks, a new hand-sewn dress (that ALWAYS matched my older sister), and the story of the resurrection tucked inside of our individual Easter baskets. I remember my mother plaiting my hair the night before to get the look of crimped hair; which, by the way, was very cool in the late eighties and early Continue Reading
Atheism is a non-prophet organization…
Sometimes, I imagine that I am back at the University of Georgia. I remember those lazy mornings as I tumbled out of bed, took a quick shower, put on some sort of jeans and walking shoes and catching the bus to the Student Learning Center. To my right, I got to peer into the most sacred of places on campus, Sanford Stadium, and dream of those Georgia Saturdays as I walked toward a big Continue Reading
I try wearing tight jeans but I can never pull them off…
You may have seen the article floating around on the internet that claims having a baby is like "losing your leg and winning the lottery." The claims that Beaulieu makes are completely valid, although I suppose I am one of those people that has oddly loved how much my life has changed. I made plans for my parents to watch Bennett and put him in his crib on the night of a dear Continue Reading