mommy and lily love

Ever feel like you just need to switch things up a bit? I’m not a stylish gal. Give me a t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and a comfy pair of flip flops and I’m happy as can be. You’ll never catch me taking pictures of myself and outlining where I got each little piece of clothing. Nope. You can pretty much guarantee that whatever I’m wearing came from Old Navy, and it cost less than 20 bucks. Honestly, I’d rather use that money to add books to the Kindle.

But I do get burned out with the same ol’ style every once in a while, and since I know I’m not going to switch up the way I dress, what do I do? Chop the hair. Like, completely chop the hair.

I’ve always had the long, straight-as-a-stick hair, give or take a few cuts here and there, so this time, I decided to pull the trigger on a super-short cut. It’s the shortest I’ve ever had it, but I was so sick of the boring, long hair that I knew it was time to suck it up and do something crazy.

The verdict? I may never go back to long hair again. 2 minute showers and 2 minute blow drying is where it’s at. No more piles and piles of conditioner and no more tangles bigger than my fist. It just falls right into place.

So there you have it…Short hair, don’t care.

The last few days have been so… blah. Saturday evening, I started feeling bad, and it’s been rough ever since. I haven’t wanted to do anything but lie down in days, and if it were up to me, I’d be in bed.

It’s not up to me, though. I’ve got an energetic 2.5 year old who wants my attention every waking hour of her day, so I must find ways to keep her entertained, and I have to smile my way through. I owe it to her.

The girl loves to be outside, so I drug a lounge chair into the shade yesterday afternoon, and I sat there so she could play in the yard. But she didn’t play in the yard. Instead, she curled up on the chair next to me, and she rubbed my head. We sang all of our favorite songs, and I told her the story of little Little Red Riding Hood again, and she thought it was scary. She only got up to go pick a handful of dandelions for me.

By the time we gathered up our glasses of water and headed inside, I was feeling a little better, refreshed by the sunshine and the sweetest girl I’ve ever met.

She’s the best medicine I could ask for.

It’s only been a week since I wrote this post, and things are going differently than I ever anticipated they would, but in a good way. I used to fear the transition and how she’d handle it, but she’s a trooper, and as usual, she reminded me that I just need to embrace and have a little faith, and things will work out for the absolute best. I was so worried that our relationship would change, but in a way, it’s gotten stronger. She needs me in a different way now, and if anything, we’re closer than we were before. She’s replaced nursing with extreme cuddling, and I’ll take that any day. Quitting anything cold turkey can be a struggle, but she adapted and has made it pretty painless for me.

She’s an all or nothing kind of girl, so I don’t even know why it surprised me. I just couldn’t be any prouder of my little girl.

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This summer, instead of traveling all around, we’re going to switch things up a bit. We’re going to spend the summer by the lake and relax the weekends away with our 2 little loves. We found the perfect spot that’s walking distance from the beach, and now it’s ours. There’s an adorable front porch and a couple of rocking chairs. There are flamingos in the flower beds, and there’s a little front yard that Lily has fallen in love with. We’ve all fallen in love with it, really.

It’s our new happy place, and I’m so looking forward to the coming season together. 

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She knows just what to say to cheer me up when I’m having a sick day.

Potty Training-  1 Month Down

If there is one thing I’ve learned about potty training, it is that you don’t just wake up one day and your kid is potty trained; instead, it’s a long process where consistency is key. We’ve completed 4 full weeks, and we’ve certainly had I share of set backs. The first week was a bit of a struggle, probably more for me than anyone else in the family. The second week was fabulous with hardly any accidents and so was the beginning of the third.

But at the end of the third week and into the fourth week, I saw some major regression in Lil’s progress. She started having accidents , and it only happened when she was wearing her panties. I blame myself. I was so confident and comfortable with all of the progress we had made that I backed off too much, and I just assumed that she was going to come to me every time and ask for help. I messed up by thinking that, just because she started off well with her panties, the process was complete. Potty training is about slowly transitioning from one step to the next, and I threw her in a pair of panties one day and expected her to go with it. My fault.

So I put the panties away and went back to the naked bottom method, and of course, the accidents stopped. The last few days she’s been bottomless for a few hours and in panties for the next few, and she’s let me know every single time she needs to go. When she has on her night-time diaper, she lets me know she needs it off to use her potty. She hates to wet her diaper. She doesn’t wet it overnight, but it’s better safe than sorry, at least for a little while longer.

We’re going to keep moving slow with things. No more springing stuff on her and expecting her to know what to do. Everything is brand new to her, but she takes it on like a champ. And the most rewarding part of this entire process isn’t that I don’t have to change diapers anymore, it never bothered me to being with, but it’s getting to see my girl so proud of herself that she looks like she could bust. That’s my reward.

Dear Lily,

Since you’ve started calling me by name, you’ve always called me Momma. Maybe it was because you picked up a little bit of my Southern accent. Maybe it was because you heard me call my own mother Momma. But for whatever reason, things changed this week. One morning you woke up and called me Mommy, and ever since then, it stuck. I hear Mommy this and Mommy that in your sweet little chipmunk voice just about every 2 minutes. And I have to tell you, Mommy suits me so much better. Just the sounds of it fills my soul with pride and joy.

 I’m the lucky one who gets to be your Mommy.

It seems like you were put on this earth to make my heart melt every single day of the week. If that’s the case, you’re doing a heck of a job. I love you, little girl. More and more as every moment passes. Thanks for all the sweet little moments you share with me; you are what life is all about.

With All of My Heart,

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