The mom I want to be VS. the mom that I am…

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Lately I have had a constant internal struggle going on with the type of mom that I’ve become. I’ve said it numerous times before that you shouldn’t hold out any expectations to how you’ll parent, or what kinds of kids you’ll have because no matter what, those expectations will be shattered because you’re dealing with human beings that think and feel completely separately than you and have their own personalities as well. Even though I know those things and tell myself those things over and over again, it still doesn’t stop me from getting upset over the fact that I have turned out to be completely different from what I thought I would be as a mother. Continue reading

But you seem so happy…

My my my. It’s been a long time since I’ve written here and I fear that I don’t remember how to coherently express how I’m feeling today, but because it’s been so long, I will still try.

Where have I been?

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The last time I posted I believe was Kya’s 6 month update, and well, she’s going to be 7 months in about a week. Even though I owe no excuses as to where I have been, you all know that I’ll still tell you anyways. Continue reading

No sex, no sleep, in exchange for a happy baby?

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So technically Kya is officially 6 months which also means that I am officially 6 months post-partum. Physically I am doing very well, other than having a sore back from carrying around such a chunky monkey, and still losing more hair than I’d like in all the wrong places. I mean sheesh, post-partum hair loss could at least throw me a solid and shed in other areas too…

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My Difficult Child

Having a difficult child…is well, difficult. Every night John and I are just exhausted from our day. Our baby is our easiest child with Wyatt being so unmanageable at times and Ava becoming more (I hate to say it) hormonal. Some days we worry that we’ve done something wrong with Wyatt, some days we chalk it up to him being 2 and count down the days till his third birthday. Our lives aren’t perfect, we aren’t perfect, and our kids are surely not perfect. Some days our favorite part of the day is when we are sleeping.

xoxo

-Kelli