huh? did ya, did ya? did all of my zero followers miss me? haha!
no but really... its been quite some time since i've posted. who do i think i am just leaving my blog like that. pft. amateur.
well, for starters, Happy New Year b!$h3z! time for unrealistic resolutions and diets that last a few hours until you realize how got-damn hungover you are and how you are in literal need of the greasiest meal you can find. or was that just me? just kidding. i wasn't hungover, i just can't say no to food. danggggggit.
anyway, so i haven't decided what crazy goals i'm setting for this year yet, but i have decided that 2013 was absolutely wonderful and i'm not sure how i feel about it already being gone. i mean it just flew right on by. am i right or am i right? all i know is that this year im going to attempt to run a half marathon -- or a full if im feeling really insane-- in honor of my late father! YEE! im excited. and scared. and out of shape. but mostly excited and out of shape.
so wish this mama luck, because she'll need it!
a lot.
oh, i have also decided i would really like to blog every day, even if it's only a short entry. i have this awesome idea that if i do this and include something positive each day, then whenever im feeling upset, overwhelmed, impatient or unworthy (which, lets face it, as a SAHM sometimes happens more often than you'd like) then i can look back to my blog and be easily reminded of all the wonderful happenings in my life that i tend to forget about.
maybe it's wishful thinking and maybe i'm a dreamer... but i'm not the only one.
see what i did there? ;D
okay, im rambling. laundry has taken a toll on me tonight. because it's definitely not the beers i've been chugging while doing said laundry.
good day my loves!
whoever you are...
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Thursday, January 2, 2014
Friday, November 22, 2013
Change.
You know how all the old timers tell you, "Oh, just wait until you have a baby. Your entire life will change."? Yeah... well, they were being 100% serious.
Time to yourself. Time with others. Friendships. Relationships. Bank account. Etc. Everything changes. Some for the better, some not. But it really makes you realize that these old timers actually knew what they were talking about and maybe next time you should listen a little better when they have something to say.
Not saying that this beautiful little babe isn't worth it, because God knows I can't imagine my life without my daughter. I'm just saying that even though change is inevitable, a baby fast-forwards and multiplies that change by 10.
Of course your wallet takes the biggest hit. I mean, come on. Who knew that a jumper for a 5-month-old baby would cost you one hundred dollars. Like, what? You want me to spend a bill on ONE toy that she'll use for maybe a few months? Pft.
Although, Alex and I kind of lucked out at our baby shower and got almost all of our baby necessities as gifts. Yes, including diapers. At almost six months old, we still haven't bought any diapers or wipes for our nugget. WOO!
But beyond the money and beyond the time spent changing diapers. Beyond the never-ending breastfeeding or endless amounts of baby laundry. Beyond all of the superficial things, the biggest change has happened within myself. I went from a sorority girl who drank five nights of the week and rarely attended classes to currently sitting at home on a Friday night getting a head start on a paper due in two weeks. I honestly don't thinkl I've ever voluntarily sat down on a weekend night just to do homework for the heck of it.
Who am I? I am Paisley's mother. I am her teacher. I am her everyday playmate. I am her source of nutrition and I am her safety blanket. I am the one she wakes up to and the one she goes to sleep with. I am her everything.
But she... She is all that and more. She is my rock. She is my best friend. She is my heart beating outside of my body. She is the epitome of beauty, love and all things wonderful. She is my daily blessing. She is the best part of me.
There is no day that I'd rather be popping bottles instead of pumping bottles. There is no day that I'd rather be shopping for myself instead of shopping for her. There is no day that I'd rather spend time with friends instead of watching her grow like a weed. There is no day where I would choose my past over what she has brought to my present and my future.
My heart is full, my mornings are brighter and my love seems to be overflowing. Paisley has completely changed my life and I can't imagine how I was ever able to live it any other way.
Time to yourself. Time with others. Friendships. Relationships. Bank account. Etc. Everything changes. Some for the better, some not. But it really makes you realize that these old timers actually knew what they were talking about and maybe next time you should listen a little better when they have something to say.
Not saying that this beautiful little babe isn't worth it, because God knows I can't imagine my life without my daughter. I'm just saying that even though change is inevitable, a baby fast-forwards and multiplies that change by 10.
Of course your wallet takes the biggest hit. I mean, come on. Who knew that a jumper for a 5-month-old baby would cost you one hundred dollars. Like, what? You want me to spend a bill on ONE toy that she'll use for maybe a few months? Pft.
Although, Alex and I kind of lucked out at our baby shower and got almost all of our baby necessities as gifts. Yes, including diapers. At almost six months old, we still haven't bought any diapers or wipes for our nugget. WOO!
But beyond the money and beyond the time spent changing diapers. Beyond the never-ending breastfeeding or endless amounts of baby laundry. Beyond all of the superficial things, the biggest change has happened within myself. I went from a sorority girl who drank five nights of the week and rarely attended classes to currently sitting at home on a Friday night getting a head start on a paper due in two weeks. I honestly don't thinkl I've ever voluntarily sat down on a weekend night just to do homework for the heck of it.
Who am I? I am Paisley's mother. I am her teacher. I am her everyday playmate. I am her source of nutrition and I am her safety blanket. I am the one she wakes up to and the one she goes to sleep with. I am her everything.
But she... She is all that and more. She is my rock. She is my best friend. She is my heart beating outside of my body. She is the epitome of beauty, love and all things wonderful. She is my daily blessing. She is the best part of me.
There is no day that I'd rather be popping bottles instead of pumping bottles. There is no day that I'd rather be shopping for myself instead of shopping for her. There is no day that I'd rather spend time with friends instead of watching her grow like a weed. There is no day where I would choose my past over what she has brought to my present and my future.
My heart is full, my mornings are brighter and my love seems to be overflowing. Paisley has completely changed my life and I can't imagine how I was ever able to live it any other way.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
24 Weeks.
Paisley turned 24 weeks old yesterday.
Wow.
Time is flying faster than... I don't know what flies fast, but faster than whatever it is.
Everybody says that having a baby changes your life. Especially if you decide to have a baby at 22 while attempting to finish your college degree. But who knew it would be this hard and this exhausting? Not me. Not me at all.
Exhaustion would be the understatement of the year. The hard work that comes with a child has no end in sight. But joy -complete and utter joy- doesn't even come close to describing the feeling that motherhood brings.
Joy in the biggest, best way. A joy that consumes your whole body. Your whole heart. A joy that stops you in your tracks when you see her first smile. That causes you to cheer like a maniac when she rolls over for the first time. And to cry when she cries.
It's a joy that engulfs every part of your being. And this joy she brings... this overwhelming joy... is something I would never, ever give up. It is by far the best feeling and nothing, not any thing in the world, can replace this emotion.
Just please, pretty baby, stop growing so fast.
Xoxo,
Mama Googz.
Wow.
Time is flying faster than... I don't know what flies fast, but faster than whatever it is.
Everybody says that having a baby changes your life. Especially if you decide to have a baby at 22 while attempting to finish your college degree. But who knew it would be this hard and this exhausting? Not me. Not me at all.
Exhaustion would be the understatement of the year. The hard work that comes with a child has no end in sight. But joy -complete and utter joy- doesn't even come close to describing the feeling that motherhood brings.
Joy in the biggest, best way. A joy that consumes your whole body. Your whole heart. A joy that stops you in your tracks when you see her first smile. That causes you to cheer like a maniac when she rolls over for the first time. And to cry when she cries.
It's a joy that engulfs every part of your being. And this joy she brings... this overwhelming joy... is something I would never, ever give up. It is by far the best feeling and nothing, not any thing in the world, can replace this emotion.
Just please, pretty baby, stop growing so fast.
Xoxo,
Mama Googz.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
The Whole World.
Reminiscing over photos of my little nugget while sitting on the couch tonight and enjoying a glass of Merlot.
While scrolling through the masses upon masses of cute snapshots I take on a daily basis, I started humming an old song that randomly popped into my head. Now when I say old, I mean 7-year-old baby Chey singing it during Sunday School kind of old. This ancient song is "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands." I don't know who sings it, so don't ask. All I know is that I was absolutely obsessed with it while growing up and literally sang it all day everyday.
Now, I don't know if it's some crazy coincidence or if the universe was speaking to me, but how random for this song to come up tonight. You can only imagine how singing these lyrics while looking at old pictures of my tiny little Paisley just struck my emotional mom chord- I'm sure that glass of Merlot didn't help my wacky hormones either.
While humming, I realized that when I held her I truly had the whole world in my hands. I'm not sure how something that weighs as much as my milk-filled boobs can take over my entire world, but I am glad she has.
Being a new mother is nowhere near as hard as I thought it would be, it's a million and four times harder. But one glance at my Paisley reminds me that these sleepless nights, helpless days and mountains of laundry are completely and utterly worth the true love and happiness I get from being a mother to such a beautiful little girl.
xoxo,
mama googz.
While scrolling through the masses upon masses of cute snapshots I take on a daily basis, I started humming an old song that randomly popped into my head. Now when I say old, I mean 7-year-old baby Chey singing it during Sunday School kind of old. This ancient song is "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands." I don't know who sings it, so don't ask. All I know is that I was absolutely obsessed with it while growing up and literally sang it all day everyday.
Now, I don't know if it's some crazy coincidence or if the universe was speaking to me, but how random for this song to come up tonight. You can only imagine how singing these lyrics while looking at old pictures of my tiny little Paisley just struck my emotional mom chord- I'm sure that glass of Merlot didn't help my wacky hormones either.
While humming, I realized that when I held her I truly had the whole world in my hands. I'm not sure how something that weighs as much as my milk-filled boobs can take over my entire world, but I am glad she has.
Being a new mother is nowhere near as hard as I thought it would be, it's a million and four times harder. But one glance at my Paisley reminds me that these sleepless nights, helpless days and mountains of laundry are completely and utterly worth the true love and happiness I get from being a mother to such a beautiful little girl.
xoxo,
mama googz.
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