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August 21, 2017

Why I still rock my 2 year old!

Today I lost my patience a little too much, screamed a lot more than I’m willing to accept and took one too many Tylenols to deal with a headache I had inflicted on myself.

 

This, was motherhood for me today.

My daughter Bella, a very active 2 years old, is at the “testing” stage. She tests my patience, she tests her every limit and she tests her voice most all of all. Her constant screaming which always follows with my lack of patience and depending on where we are at a time out or a spanking, yes, spank my child.

Her constant screaming is out of hand, which always follows with my lack of patience and depending on where we are at a timeout or a spanking.

Today was one of those days where she wasn’t having it. She didn’t want to nap, she didn’t want to eat and wanted nothing to do with mommy. She wanted gummies, endless horsie rides at Kroger and just daddy.  2’o clock came around and I had to push a nap in for me and her, which I believe is where the entire problem lies. She is wanting to skip naps yet her body and mind are not ready for that, so we had to push a late nap in and as it is accustomed

She wanted gummies, endless horsie rides at Kroger and just daddy.  2’o clock came around and I had to push a nap in for her and me, so we had to push a late nap in and as usual I rock her to sleep.I have done this since the first time I could sit up straight after my C-section.  When she was little we did it because I breastfed her and as time passed we continued to do it. There were times that I was already too tired and just wanted to go to sleep, or do laundry or clean but I had to rock Bella, that was the only way she would fall asleep.I won’t lie at times I hated it. I had many other things to do.  I google for help, called friends and ask as many people as possible but nothing worked, so I did the next best thing, I kept doing it.

I have done this since the first time I could sit up after my C-section.  When she was little we did it because I breastfed her and as time passed we never stopped. There were times that I was already too tired and just wanted to go to sleep, or do laundry or clean but I had to rock Bella, that was the only way she would fall asleep.I won’t lie at times I hated it. I had other things to do.  I google for help, called friends and ask as many people as possible but nothing worked, so I did the next best thing, I kept doing it.

Almost 2 years in I discovered why God wanted me to continue, because motherhood is hard, probably the hardest thing I have done in my life. It takes everything out of you, you no longer sleep, there is no such thing as eating or drinking anything hot and you will never be the first in again, but gosh is the most rewarding and loving job in the universe. That, in its self, is why I still rock my 2-year-old and why I will continue to rock her until she lets me.

Because I will lose my patience and my cool too many times in the years or long days to come but I still have that 15-30 minutes session of rocking, where we pray, talk, and where you can find my crying my eyes out at the fact that God choose me to love on this 2 feet exploding ball of joy, energy, and sass. That He loved me enough to let me experience a tiny bit of what He feels for me. That He has given me this healthy loving child to teach me that motherhood may take everything out of me to put in a blender and make it the most delicious smoothie I have ever tried. This is motherhood, this is real love.

I’m blessed to be a mom! I’m blessed to be Bella’s mom!

So you can find me spending almost an hour a day rocking my babe to sleep and loving every bit of it because this is my joy, my moment to reflect and apologize to not only my daughter and God but to myself as we all tend to treat ourselves too badly.

I encourage you, whether is staring at your angel sleeping or like me, rocking them to bed, take that moment and think about your journey in this crazy motherhood road and love every bit of it. This will make those 2 very long minutes of screaming, tantrums and just disobedience that much easier.

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May 4, 2017

How to Take Your Own Family Pictures

In our house, we love pictures, all of us which comes to a surprise as most husbands really hate it but my husband loves taking pictures and I can’t complain. As much of a clique as it sounds, I love the idea of freezing time and most of the situations that moment is also frozen in your mind and heart, especially when kids are involved.

Time goes by too fast, and count me in to freeze it as often as possible, hence the reason why we try to take as many pictures as possible. Now, being completely honest who has the money for that? Who can really afford to have their picture taken every month? So we have come up with a way of taking our own pictures. Whether you want inside or outside here are a few tips that have helped our family

1. Get a tripod. 
Tripods come in all size but make sure the one you get is tall and very sturdy. Some cameras weigh more than others so you want to make sure it holds your camera. Ours holds mine, my husbands, and even our video camera.

2. Have the right settings.
In my book setting it to automatic works, but according to my husband Manual is the key to great pictures. So he recommends to take a few pictures here and there and adjust the WB and Shutter speed according to your surroundings. Don’t know anything about shooting in manual? As always check pinterest for the best tips.
You can also use Picmonkey.com  to edit your pictures for free.

 

 

3.Get to know your camera. 
Every camera has a timer function and that button lets you choose how many images per shot and how much time in between each shot. We usually do 3 pictures with a 5-second lapse in between. With this option, you can choose where to look, to smile, to make funny faces or simply to give your child the option to have a tantrum. (It happens)

4. If you live in the south and are shooting outside you’ll thank me for this next tip. Buy a remote.
Guys this is something we didn’t know about. My poor husband would run back and forth to the camera pressing the timer button 3 to 5 times to be able to get 4 or 5 good pictures. Yes, it takes a while. Out of 15 picture, we sometimes get 1 good one or sometimes get 6 and that’s worth it.
This remote is for my camera and this one is for my husbands.

5. Have an outfit change.
This matters. Sometimes clothes don’t photograph as well as you think and having that option is the world. Also in Texas is super hot no matter the time of year so change that sweaty shirt (eww) and go on with the show.
This also a plus if you want to use your pictures for two different occasions!

6. Have fun. 
It’s simple but yet so hard. Toddlers sometimes don’t want to cooperate, the camera may auto-adjust itself or even blur you out and that’s ok, but remember why you are doing it in the first place. Once you see the pictures you’ll be very glad you did it.

7. Have treats available. 
This should really be number one if you have kids. We pack clean treats. Veggie Fries or gummy bears! No lollipops!! They get sticky and they get lollipop color!If you got  TODDLER you know what I mean. Same goes with fruit, sadly! We have tried apples and the slobbery mess is too much to handle! So just for this one time make their day! It will show in your pictures.

 

 

 

Hope you enjoy this post and try it out with your clan!
If you try these tips let know if they worked for you!
How do you take your family pictures?

 

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April 24, 2017

Why her 2nd Birthday is harder

My baby is now two!
I say my baby because she will always be my baby
I remember the moment I found out I was pregnant as I jumped around in the bathroom by myself as I wanted to be more than sure before telling Lester.

I remember that feeling of hearing her heartbeat for the first time and seeing her on the screen. I remember calling her my sweet pea.

So many prayers came true the moment I held her in my hands and I’m so blessed to be her mom, and I mean really blessed.
But, I have to be honest, I cried every day on her birth week. Every.single.day.

Most of the time happy tears but other, many others, were really sad tears.
Tears that wished I could have my little 6.5 lbs baby back.
I know it sounds horrible and ungrateful, but it’s truly how I felt and feel sometimes.

I’m terrified of the moment I’ll want to kiss her in public and she’ll be embarrassed and I know it will happen because I was once there with my own mom.

Just last week I asked her if she wanted me to carry her and she responded with “hand mama”.

Don’t get me wrong I completely understand that she has to grow up and I enjoy our conversations, her little saying and how she mimics everything we say and do but it’s so bittersweet.

The selfish person in me want to hold her forever, keep her little and avoid at all cost anything and everyone that can hurt her, but the mom in me can’t wait to see her grow up, enjoy life and see her develop in life.

And that’s why two has been harder than one. When she was turned one we were still breastfeeding, she was walking already but preferred to be carried, she still fit perfectly on my hip and chest. Now she is longer, heavier and oh so much bigger.

I now have a full force toddler with personality and a whole lot of attitude.

Now she tells me what she wants and doesn’t want. Now she just wants to grow up. She just wants to be like us and my heart rejoices as I see my little girl learn, and want to achieve so much. She is the smartest little girl I know and as much I wish I could keep her little I’m in love and cant wait to see who she will be one day! All that she will accomplish and all the work God will do in her life.