Everyday at Our House

I didn’t manage a picture every single day, but I did get quite a few pictures for my picture challenge.

This first one is a picture of laundry in the middle of being folded and put away. Before Abrielle, we only did 2 loads a week. Now I think I do 5-6 loads a week.

Next up is tummy time for Abrielle. She really doesn’t like it but she’s getting better at it.

Here is Abrielle looking in the mirror before her bath. She’s not quite sure what to think of the “other baby.”

In the green bag are the clothes she has outgrown already. Every week I go through her clothes and add in clothes that might fit now. She has so many cute outfits I don’t want her to miss any of them!

This last is a picture of my kitchen while I’m in the middle of making spaghetti sauce. I was reminded yesterday that I am “living the dream.” When I was little, I pictured myself with a baby, in my house, cooking dinner while waiting for my husband to come home. And what do you know? That is what I am doing!

If  you did a picture challenge of your own, please comment on this post and share!

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Mommy’s Nursery

I was going to title this post, “Abrielle’s Nursery,” but the truth is, the nursery is for me. The mommy. This is the story of how my mom came for a nice, long visit and we took chaos and created order. How we transformed a former “man cave” into a nursery.

When hubby and I first moved into our apartment, he claimed our second bedroom as his “man cave” and video game room. This is code for, “Do not decorate here, Wifey.” I did not. I left the walls bare. I allowed dust to accumulate. I didn’t put curtains up.

The time of the man cave had to eventually end, and it ended last week (actually, hubby has been moved out of there for a while, but random junk was still scattered everywhere). I wish I had taken a before and after picture of the organizing/dejunking that happened. It was amazing. After we accomplished that, we painted one of the walls gray.

My mom painting the wall.

I helped a little.

The nursery theme is Babar; you may be familiar with this wonderful story.


I was hoping to frame a few pages from the Babar books. We made some great color copies and painted some wood frames from Craft Warehouse.

Me, painting

They turned out so cute!

Finally, my mom and I made some curtains for the window and our nursery adventure was pretty much complete (plus, we were out of time). And, my mom made a little blanket for Abrielle with the leftover curtain fabric.

 

10 Random Things

1. Pregnancy has heightened my awareness in many delightful ways, in particular, fast food ads. In particular, Wendy’s fast food ads. Who makes those ads????? I have never seen anything so revolting. I literally have to look away and turn the volume down.

2. I never realized how much people talk about food. They post about food on their blogs, on their facebooks. I have to eat, but I hate seeing all that food. Bleh.

3. Two months of being stranded on the couch due to nausea causes me to feel winded just walking to get the mail. Sad.

4. I like to think of myself as someone who is on top of things. I don’t forget things; I’m organized. Being pregnant makes me feel like I’m walking around in a fog half the time. What did that person say to me? I actually forgot where I put the wrapped Christmas gifts. Good thing I found them in time!

5. You thought your house was messy before? Try getting pregnant. You will reach a whole new level of dirty.

6. Pregnancy has become my (valid) excuse for everything. One glare at the husband and a firm, “I’m carrying your child.”

7. Your own body fluids seem to increase in an effort to prepare you for a poopy, spitty baby. Frequent urination and semifrequent puking.

8. My husband is far sweeter to me than I deserve. I don’t think I would be so nice to me.

9. One happy craving is that I’ve been enjoying Starburst candies. Who knew? I think it must be the citrus flavor.

10. A long car ride is a good reminder of just how sweet my husband is. I kept having hot and cold flashes and asking him to change the temperature every 5 minutes (I am not exaggerating).

Happy Birthday to My Best Friend

Four years ago today, I attended a birthday party for this weird guy, Carson. Little did I know, I would marry him a couple years later. Carson is my best friend and I’m so glad God made him to be my husband. Here are 5 awesome things about my hubby:

1) He is nice to everybody. This is one of the first things I noticed (and appreciated) about him. He is always kind and friendly to everyone, regardless of what “group” they belong to. He never treats someone like a lesser person.

2) He lets me have my bad moods. When I’m sad or grumpy, he doesn’t run in and try and fix things. Instead, he provides a shoulder to cry on if I want to, and the space/time for me to work things out on my own.

3) Following Jesus is a huge priority in his life. I’m counting on God, not us, to keep our marriage healthy. I know we have the ability to stay together because Carson follows Christ.

4) He has a young soul. He humors me in ways no one else would. E.g. making up a story just for me before bed just because I asked. We laugh together, enjoy being silly together, and play games together.

5) He is one of the most patient people I know. He doesn’t snap at people who are being annoying, he doesn’t get mad at me when I make mistakes, and he patiently listens to stories that I’m sure I’ve told him 50 times already.

Happy 26th Birthday, Hubby!

 

How Self-Centeredness is My Marriage’s Worst Enemy

I’m presently working my way through a book called Spousonomics: Using Economics To Master Love, Marriage, and Dirty Dishes. The title sparked my interest, and it’s an enjoyable read, although I find the lengthy explanations of economics a bit tiring. I’m only a few chapters in, but so far the book has covered a few of the main conflicts that married couples face. The first chapter is called “Division of Labor, Or, Why You Should Do the Dishes.” As I read through each “Case Study,” where the authors describe real life couples in real life situations, I thought through what my husband and I have fought about the most.

One evening, I brought this book up in conversation with my husband, and we discussed what seems to cause us to enter a “rough patch.” It’s not division of labor (I foresee that as a future problem, but it’s neutral for the time being).It’s not money or finances. Not because we never argue about money, but because going through Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University together really helped get us on the same page.

When we hit a rough patch, communication breaks down, and we start avoiding each other. This rough patch can sometimes be triggered by extreme stress/strain, or tough work schedules. I find though that the first thing to switch over is my attitude. I start thinking about the kind of husband my hubby is or is not being. I think about how he NEVER does _________[fill in the blank]. He ALWAYS does ______[fill in the blank], just to annoy me. Every little idiosyncrasy suddenly rears its head. When I’m 100% in this mode, every other move he makes is irritating to me. I suddenly feel a surge of fear and ask myself, “What is happening to my marriage?” Sometimes it takes a confrontation to get me to start analyzing myself. I’ll realize that I have switched my brain over to thinking entirely about MYSELF, MY needs, what I want to do, how I am not being served.

When my heart is in a humble/desperate enough state to stop criticizing for a second, then I realize what I am doing and start turning those questions around. How am I serving my husband’s needs? How am I being kind to him? What would he like to do? What is he feeling? How is he doing? Usually this exercise is enough to bring me off my high horse. Having redirected my focus on what I could be doing to be a better wife, I find that all those annoying idiosyncrasies (that were driving me crazy just 10 minutes ago) suddenly dissolve into the background. I usually find that I am not being kind, and have not looked for ways to serve my husband.

I’m going to end with a passage from a book I hold in high regard. It was given to me by a professor while I was attending college. From The Friendship Factor by Alan Loy McGinnis:

“D.L. Moody was one of the greatest Christian evangelists who ever lived. He could hold a crowd in the palm of his hand, won thousands of converts to the faith, and established several religious institutions. Yet he never displayed the pompous air of self-importance that so many famous evangelists did in that era. He was a tolerant, understanding man who rarely criticized. One of his famous sayings was, ‘Right now I’m having so much trouble with D.L. Moody that I don’t have time to find fault with the other fellow.’ ”