We are super excited for little brother's arrival in around 10 short weeks, but boy is it weird to think about Emmet no longer being my only baby. He will always be my baby of course, but soon another little human will need my love and attention too.
I struggle with it sometimes. I feel like Emmet already requires so much of me and I worry that I won't have time at all for myself once the little guy gets here. I worry that Emmet will get jealous, won't like the baby, won't like me anymore. I worry that my shop, that brings me so much joy, will struggle. That my brain won't be able to keep up with making, posting, and keeping stores/the online shop stocked and selling.
But then I remember. I remember how much I loved Emmet as a newborn and that newborn stage in general. How much I loved our early mornings together going on walks to the coffee shop when he woke me up earlier than I'd hoped. I remember how squishy and little he was and how much joy I got dressing his tiny body in different outfits. I remember feeling nervous about Moose, about having a crazy dog and a baby and feeling like that was going to be too much- and it was fine. I remember worrying that Moose being bigger and wild, might hurt the baby, like I worry about Emmet being a little too rambunctious - and he never did. I remember worrying that I would lose myself, but instead I started my dream shop and have been painting and getting to be creative every day since.
And then I am hopeful. Hopeful that our little house will be big enough and we will be just fine. Hopeful that Emmet, with all of the love that he gives us will love his new little brother just as much. Hopeful that, even through the harder days, I'll recognize the good. Hopeful that even though we are having a second, Emmet will always know how much I love him and that he will always be my little baby <3.
Holy Cow. This past week, my first week of the third trimester this pregnancy, was a freaking whirlwind! I didn't even know the third trimester was coming up until my phone pinged on Monday and told me. Needless to say I was a little bit shocked and panicked a little. I cleaned out the entire house, had maternity pictures taken, decided to rework my entire shop/website and get it done before baby, and tried to snuggle Emmet as much as I could.
On top of feeling more gigantic and pregnant-er than ever, Emmet decided that it was going to be a nap free week and this mama has been feeling it! I've gone through all of the stages; denial, acceptance, bargaining, etc. On Tuesday I literally laid in my room and cried because I wanted to nap so bad (these hormones though...), and then the rest of the week was fine. Turns out if you just remove any and all expectations for the day (like getting a nap), it tends to go a lot better!
This week I also had to go renew my driver's license, which I decided pregnant ladies should get a pass on. Not only do I have to look at my preggo face/body in my photo for the next six years, the lady also looked at me and asked me, "what is your weight...on average." I don't have a freaking clue lady. Do you want my pre-pregnancy weight? My target weight? My -good lord is that really how much I weigh- end of this pregnancy weight? I gave her my pre-pregnancy weight minus a little. Because I deserve to get to fudge a little.
We still have around 11 weeks to go, which sometimes feels like eternity and other times feels like it is basically tomorrow. Here is to the last trimester and getting to met our little boy soon!
Oh man, the holidays could not have come fast enough for us! We are so glad to be at home with my family, relaxing and having all hands on deck with our little guy. Because despite how awesome he is and how much we love him, all day everyday at this stage gets really hard! I've realized lately that I'm not very good about sharing the bad and the not so great parts of our motherhood, which might make people think I have my shit together (and I don't). So I thought I'd be a little honest with our Christmas photos this year. Because this is seriously how it went trying to take pictures of a toddler, and while I prefer to share and only remember the good- this one was so chaotic it makes me giggle. These were taken after a rough go at nap time, but I had put them off until literally the last possible day in the last two hours of day light before we left for our Christmas vacation...
After a few attempts to get Emmet to sit or stand in front of the wreath, I have put only one of his boots on... he must now try to get the other one on by himself...and Moose decided the blanket looked comfortable.
I eventually gave in and put on his other boot, hoping that maybe he was ready to sit still... I was wrong.
Emmet heard the TV in the other room, and left to go see what Moana and Maui were up to. Moose stayed to model.
Emmet has now wandered back in. I assume that the song they were singing ended and that he remembered Moose and I were alive, so he came to check on us. I think Moose, in this moment, might have realized that he really loves his little boy.
Emmet spots his first favorite lamp to turn on and off that he has neglected for awhile from across the room...
...Emmet leaves to clamber up on the bed and play with the switch and Moose glances over with his best "should you really be letting your child play with that" look
I have now given up hope on this photoshoot, but I have decided to give bribery a shot and I give Emmet a pile of cheerios to eat and hold still... it works for a little bit.
No longer interested in the cheerios, he tries to run away again, and I realize that in order for all of this to be worth it I need at least one good photo. So I place him back in the scene. He is not pleased...
...and then I remember the small basket of Dot and Co Pacifiers for when little brother arrives that Emmet has been desperately trying to play with, so I decide to get bribery one last go. It works! He is pleased and so am I, and I even got some smiles.
Merry Christmas to you all! and Happy Holidays!
A few weeks ago my friend, Sara, and I got together and made three different pies all with ingredients from our local store Prairie Harvest (where we both happen to work)! It was fun to spend the whole day getting our hands messy and spend time together in my newly cleaned kitchen (its rare). In case you are thinking that I have things together though, just know we made the pies at my house in my small kitchen, baked the pies at Dave's work (next door) because our oven broke a few months ago and we STILL haven't fixed it, AND we ate the pies in my awesome, super friendly neighbor's backyard, because it is cuter than mine. We still have work to go on this little house of ours and some major adulting to figure out. I just post the cute stuff ;)
We invited a few friends over to help us eat all of the pies and snapped a few pictures for Prairie Harvest and for Lavender & Clover! How cute do our brand new napkins and tea towels look on this table? They definitely brighten things up! Make sure to snag some for yourself AND stop by Prairie Harvest if you live in town to grab a Pie Crust recipe card, as well as some amazing fillings from Grandma Hoerner's and some Salted Creamery Ice Cream to serve with it!
I feel like I've told this story a million times, but I'll repeat it again anyways... At one of our craft shows recently a little boy (maybe 3-4 years old) came up to our booth and started talking to me. He asked me if I liked snakes and I replied "Oh, yes, they are very slithery!" and he giggled. He asked if I liked spiders and I said "Oh, yes, they have lots of legs and they run really fast" and he giggled again. Of course I was lying to him, but the look on his face each time was absolutely hilarious. Before leaving our booth he pointed wildly at one of our fake display succulents and shouted "Can I buy that for my mom?!?" His mom looked so embarrassed, but it made my heart absolutely melt. Then he ran into the next booth with his mom and from across the way pointed to his chest and yelled "NIPPLES!!".
When we first found out that we were pregnant again I started creating pinterest wish boards, one for a girl and one for a boy. My little girl one was LONG and full of dresses and leggings and cute little things I could dress a little girl in and play with her with. My little boy one wasn't quite as long. I started to worry that I wouldn't be as excited about having another little boy, if that were to be the case. So I started searching for even more little boy things, trying to pump myself up.
But it wasn't until meeting that little boy at the Barn Sale that I realized that being a mom to two little boys was going to be really fun! Do I still want a little girl someday? Sure. Will it be the end of the world if we don't? Absolutely not. Because my heart can still be absolutely filled with the goofy, loving nature of little boys. We found out on Monday that our newest little baby is going to be a little boy, and we are pretty stinking excited! I've already started building him a little "nursery" in the corner of our room and I am so excited for Emmet to have a little brother!