Timothy is the youngest of my three children. There are seven years between him and Bethany and two years between Bethany and Zach. I look at my older two and I’m amazed at how 
fast they have grown. I know it won’t be long before Timothy leaves behind the toddler stage.
I purposely make time to cuddle with him in the evenings because either he will soon be too big to hold or he will grow out of the cuddle stage. Timothy ranks in the 90th percentile as far as height goes, so it seems that he is growing up even more quickly. So far he still likes …
Does this only scare me because I am new at this Mom thing?
Do any of you ever have crazy thoughts that go through your head? I do, quite frequently. These irrational fears started when I was pregnant and just seem to get worse as Braylin gets older and can do more things.
One time, Ryan asked me if I was afraid of dropping Braylin. I unloaded on him about all the things I am afraid of (half of which make zero sense). I will give you a few examples… try not to make fun of me.
I am afraid that a spider is going to bite her while she …
“We are going on a girls’ weekend in a couple of weeks so go ahead and tell your husband to be prepared because you ARE going.”
I love my close friends and I would do anything for them 99.9% of the time, but when that demand was issued to me, I wanted to use that .1% clause and refuse to go. I hadn’t even left Sayle over night, how could I leave him for an entire weekend? My friend knew exactly what I was thinking so she followed the demand up with; “you’re going to have to leave Sayle sometime, Brooke.” I hate when my friends are right.
I had been putting a girls’ weekend off and ignoring what my fellow mom friends advised for 19-months. I’m not sure why I was so anxious about leaving my child over night, it’s not like I had a problem leaving him for a few hours during the day. I suppose I feared that the minute I left town something would happen. In the back of my mind I knew I needed time to myself, which was the premise of the lectures I received from my friends.
I missed several opportunities to go out of town, including canceling a trip my husband and I were going to take with friends to Las Vegas, which was a huge deal as Las Vegas is my favorite place to be. I missed fun girls’ overnights, various out of town parties, and trips with my husband because I was afraid to leave mommy-jail.
After thinking everything through, I decided I deserved a weekend away and I was going to go. Realistically, I hadn’t been “without child” in my belly or on my hip since July 2008 when I found out I was pregnant! That’s over two years time served in mommy jail!
So I packed my bags, gave my husband the run down on how I do specific things, kissed them goodbye, and took off for a girls’ weekend.
I feel like I’m approaching my due date all over again. In a way though, I am approaching a significant date that demands preparation.
We took this when we thought Charlie wouldn't be home for Christmas.
For all you military moms and spouses, you know what I’m going through. My husband is returning in a few short weeks from a six-month-long deployment. The best part about it is that he’s coming home a month early. He hasn’t met Maeve, he left when Michael was hardly talking, and I was bigger than huge when he last saw me. So much has changed!
Now that his homecoming date is just around …
“Where were you??!! You should have called me, I was worried you were laying somewhere dead in a ditch!”
I cannot even begin to count the number of times I heard that statement from my parents when I showed up after curfew growing up, but I can assure you it was more than a million. I blew those types of worst case scenario comments off as my parents over reacting. Like I’m ACTUALLY going to be dead in a ditch just because I didn’t come home on time.
I’m here today in a public forum saying okay, I understand where you were coming from mom and dad.
From the moment Sayle was born, …
Well, it’s official. I am now a part of the deployed spouses club. Not necessarily the type of club I’ve ever dreamed about being in, but nonetheless, still in it. It’s only been a few days and it already feels like weeks. I stare at my calendar flipping the pages to the return date and it just seems so FAAAAAR away.
The kids seem to be doing just fine, thankfully. I think they must be WAY stronger than I am. The two big kids have emotional breakdowns every now and then over silly things that translate into, “I miss dad”, but other than that, they’ve been great. Miah, my middle child, …
fast they have grown. I know it won’t be long before Timothy leaves behind the toddler stage.
