a beautiful mess

let’s talk CROCS

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They are ugly. So. Very. Ugly.

In fact, I literally cringed when I saw a whole family in CROCS at the beach… Dad, Mom, and two boys. Maybe my reaction was actually a response to the fact that could be us in several years ::shudders::

Yes, I was the mom who always thought, “My child will never own CROCS.” Who cares if they are all purpose? Who cares if they are useful? Who cares if they come in every color under the face of the sun? They are U.G.L.Y. And, then it happened. I bought a pair for A. He LOVES them.

I didn’t actually realize two-year-old little boys had a preference of shoes unless it was plastered with Lightning McQueen or Thomas the Train on its side. I was so wrong. As soon as we walked in the store, A starts jostling around in the stroller, pointing and waving, yelling, “I want those shoes, Momma. Those shoes!” Wow. That was unexpected. Then, he proceeded to rip his sandals off his feet and beg for the lime green CROCS. I’m not 100 percent positive, but I may have purchased these shoes while suffering from shock… not only from his insistence on a pair of shoes, but the price for them as well.

But, we are now proud owners of CROCS, and I have to admit, he looks pretty cute in them. However, here’s to one day not being an entire CROCS family 😉

prescription for mommy

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Having a heart baby has turned me into an over-the-top paranoid Mom. At least, that’s how I feel. A simple cold? To the pediatrician. Stopped sleeping for several days? To the pediatrician. Extra fussy? To the pediatrician. Every little thing could techinically be another symptom of his heart, and it terrifies me. Therefore, I should be earning some frequent flyer miles for all these trips to the pedi.

The last visit to the pedi was for excess fussiness and not sleeping at night a short time after E received his new band. And, in my defense, the clinician at the cranial place suggested I contact the pediatrician to make sure it wasn’t an ear infection. I doubt the pedi believed me when I relayed that bit to him since E was becoming a regular patient. Anyway, after getting checked out and all clear, he suggested a prescription for ME.

Ear plugs and a glass of wine.

I think I can handle that one.

a “designer” accessory

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With E being in the hospital with multiple medical problems for a month straight, as well as struggling from severe reflux, we knew at four months our baby had quite the flat spot on his head. Thus, began two months of physical therapy, which helped to an extent, but couldn’t cure the severe plagiocephaly. So, the verdict was announced at six months. E would benefit from a band, or helmet.

With this in mind, first stop was insurance, hoping and praying they would cover it. Prayers were answered and they did! Second stop, let’s make this band AWESOME 🙂 A special thanks to Hornet Signs in Waco for making this happen.

Introducing, the “melon”:

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I suppose the silver lining is added protection from big brother.

i have a heart warrior

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E was born in January, and he is a heart warrior. He earned his “zipper” four days prior to turning two months old. Along with a couple extra creases, easily confused as fat rolls now, from two abdominal surgeries at one month old.

There was no hint of a problem during my pregnancy or at birth. We discovered at two weeks old, a loud murmur, and sought additional opinions from a pediatric cardiologist. At this point, we learned he had an AV Canal defect (more detail another day), which meant surgery at four to six months of age. We didn’t make it to that point.

In March, E was recovering from surgery and still in newborn clothing. At almost seven months old, he now sports 9- and 12-month-old clothing. This child is a fighter. Despite, the medical troubles he encountered off the bat, E is my child of JOY. There is no word that describes him better. He is JOYFUL. Three days after open heart surgery, he smiled for the first time and has not stopped smiling since.

This is my miracle baby. My joy. My light. God has something very special planned for this little boy.

Read more about his journey here.

meet A

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My first born, or parenting test dummy, however you want to look at it. A was my first look at what love at first sight truly means. He turned our world upside down for the better.

Now, as a toddler, I am amazed every day by him. Sure, I want to rip my hair out almost constantly, and I totally blame him for all my gray hairs, but that feeling can change in an instant with his hilarious comments, wacky dance movies or sweet gestures out of nowhere. Nothing can make you feel prettier than when your toddler looks at you with those big beautiful eyes and says, “You’re pretty, Momma. So pretty” or “Love you, Momma.” Cue heart melting.

He is my “spirited” child, full of energy and on the move. He talks a million miles a minute, and has the kindest heart. He is my first baby love and my sweetest snuggle bug.

I’m a Mom.

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I’m a mom. I’m a wife. I’m a Believer. I’m a writer. I’m a super hero. I’m a kisser of boo boo’s. I’m a burner of dinners. I’m a dreamer. I’m a lover of wine. I’m a goof. I’m a multi-tasker. I’m a wannabe photographer. I’m an open ear. I’m a snuggler. I am perfectly imperfect but perfectly in love with my boys. I’m a mess. Our life is a mess. But, what a beautiful mess it is.

Three years ago, we welcomed our first child into the world, and I began blogging “a beautiful mess” as a first time stay at home mom for family. When our second arrived earlier this year, I went silent, too overwhelmed with two to blog on. Here’s my fresh start in a much more open environment telling the battles and joys of a stay at home mom. Cheers to Motherhood!