When it comes to strollers, what brand do you adore? Do you have a single or a double stroller? Share with us what you love and what you hate when it comes to strollers!
Do you or are you planning on using a baby monitor? If so, which one and why? I actually used a video monitor with all three of my children. How about you? Tell us!
You know what I’m talking about. The magic you sometimes stop and feel when you find teeny tiny pairs of shoes on the floor out of place, and not put on the shoe rack like you asked your child to do 54 times.
But you can’t help but smile anyway, because you look at those tiny little, dingy, well-played in shoes and realize that in the blink of an eye those shoes are going to be YOUR size. This in turn brings a tear to your eye, and a song in your heart about those first moments as motherhood drew you in so delicately, and you held that tiny angel with your eyes and their father’s nose and you suddenly realize that so much time has already passed.
Those little moments…there are SO many, but they are so fleeting. It’s these special blips in your life that you must take a mental snap shot of and bound them to your heart so you can reflect on them again in the future.
Those little moments…Savor their sweetness…every last drop.
You know those amazing pictures that you capture of your kids? Remember…it’s the ones that make you smile from ear to ear as you reminisce at their beauty, simplicity and amazing features that grasp hold of your heart so full of love?
Do you choose to scrapbook these photos, create Facebook albums to share with the world, print and frame them perhaps?
When children are young, they change day after day so quickly. The baby face melts away and reveals a beautiful young girl or a handsome little man in what seems like…a blink of an eye.
Don’t forget to capture these amazing clips in time with a photograph, Mom. Time passes quickly, and you’ll want to hold on to these extra special “tiny” moments in time. I know I sure do.
When my children were born, I was very uneducated on the means of the word “organic”. Nowadays, I see moms and dads are choosing more and more to move towards becoming a green family. And, this includes the transition to organic baby food…either store bought, or made at home.
What are your thoughts on organic baby food? How about being “green” in general? Share your thoughts with us this morning!
Isn’t this picture PRICELESS?!
I have always been a big believer in capturing precious moments in time (just like this) whenever possible. I think that’s why I’ve become so attached to my iPhone and the Instagram app. It’s amazing!
As a busy mother of 3, I don’t have a lot of time to spend editing photographs, so being able to do so with my phone is perfect. And honestly, sometimes I think they turn out better then if I were to have used my expensive Canon camera.
Do you take lots of pictures of your precious little ones? And if so, do you find yourself using your phone or your camera more often to capture those sweet little moments?
Who is this woman?! I want a pink cape and fishnet stockings! At least I know I’d fit in well at Walmart….
It’s a blessing, it’s a curse
A bowl of love, a booger stuck to a wee one’s finger
Soft kissable baby feet, grape-stained shirts that even Stain Stick refuses to remove
A picnic at the park, a permanent marker on the cushion of your dining room chair
A quart of giggles, a potty training nightmare
A house of love, a three year old’s tantrum in an aisle at Target over a Barbie
Little hands that hold tightly to yours, a no-nap taking ball of evil
A wondrous reflection of you in a tiny frame of sweetness, a quart of testing your patience that asks 4,000 questions an hour about why the crow outside is picking at his feathers…why doesn’t he just take a bath, why is the sky blue, will the ground ever swallow you whole, why is that lady wearing curlers in her hair at Kroger?
Pretty much. I do believe during pregnancy the amount of brain cells depleted by the unfathomable number of jars of pickles eaten or bowls of ice cream consumed transfers our minds to the little love of grace in our bellies. Babies don’t give those brain cells back. This is why LISTS become a mothers source of sanity after giving birth. Without lists, our lives would be reckless. Whoever invited the “To-Do” list was a mother. To do what? See? You need that list today…what was my point here? I didn’t write it down fast enough.
My life is crazy. Yet, I do my best to put on my cape of motherhood and head out into the bustling world of all things mom. Some days I realize my cape is at the cleaners, and when I don’t wear it, I usually end up losing my kitchen shears, only to find them later in the passenger seat of my car, or make a bowl of Mac & Cheese for the kid who HATES Mac & Cheese at lunchtime which ends in tears, or forgetting to return a library book that now costs me $23 in overdue charges. I don’t LOVE “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” that much I tell ya…
By the graceful words of Barney Stinson….
Mothers are not meant to be perfect. I’m not. So when I feel like a failure because I forgot to pick up SpongeBob fruit snacks at the store for my 8 year old who asked me 587 times to get them, I stop being sad…and I be awesome instead. And I drive all the way back to the store to buy those dad-gum fruit snacks because that’s what mother’s do.
*This is a guest post by our social media director, Valerie King, right here at IntelliGender. Valerie is also a homeschooling mother of three boys and an aspiring author who has already published several books, with more on the horizon. Her sense of humor is what keeps us laughing, and it’s blog posts like this that are DEFINITELY worth sharing! Want to learn more about Valerie or follow her blog posts? Then visit her at her personal website here.
Do you see this disaster? The powdery dust of a little one who thought the baby powder was an entertaining toy during naptime gone wrong…
A similar momentous moment in motherhood happened to me when my twins were around eighteen months.
I started a movie, gave each of my little guys a cup of juice and darted to the shower for ten minutes of bliss. Upon stepping out of the shower, the quiet surrounded me. The quiet of two little boys getting into something they shouldn’t be.
A towel around me, my hair dripping wet, I step into the living room to find the two of them with Sharpie Markers that I had left out on the kitchen counters, caps off in hand, drawing all over each other’s faces.
Thankfully, the furniture and walls had been spared, but had I waited another five minutes to check on them, I’m quite sure this story would have gone differently.
Disasters. They are iminent in motherhood…in life. So just remember, that even if you step into your child’s room, baby powder everywhere and Vasaline in their hair…don’t fret. Breathe. We’ve all been there. After cleaning things up, treat yourself to a huge bar of chocolate and a bubble bath, because, well…you deserve it! Wouldn’t you agree? I sure do!