Monday, November 14, 2016

Moments Frozen In Time

Anyone else get that panicked feeling after taking family pictures? I start to wonder…did I pick out the right outfits? Was Emmies hair in her face the whole time? Will we even get ONE good Christmas card photo?
I know, I’m crazy…but these are the kinds of questions I ask myself every. single. time.
And that’s where my good friend Tiffany comes in. I swear everything she touches turns to gold. I go from praying that we got at least one good picture–to wondering how on earth I could ever pick a favorite.
I know I say it every time we have our pictures taken…but goodness, I cherish these photos. They’re sweet memories, frozen in time. I can’t wait to look back on these some day. I know I’ll be grinning from ear to ear…
Can we just talk about how amazing this cotton field is?

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Dancing in the rain

Ever since I had kids, I feel like I've become less adventurous and hesitant to partake in things I used to jump at... things didn't involve our children, some weird guilt would come over me. I'd always find some excuse for not wanting to leave them with someone...or thinking the money for whatever we were going to do should be spend on something fun for them instead.

Last week we had the opportunity to go to a Dave Matthews Band concert, mind you we are both huge fans and have never seen a show. Of course I was iffy....making excuses as usual. Seriously whats wrong with me? Hubs finally convinced me and I had a bit of a hard time leaving the girls so late in the evening plus a big storm was coming so my debbie downer brain started going

As soon as we got there,  of course it started raining....harder and harder. It didn't stop for the entire show...we were cold and drenched by the end of the night but it felt so good and freeing once I let go of the negative thoughts.

It was a such a great night with my husband & friends....also a much needed reminder that sometimes you just have to remember to dance in rain and put your worries aside.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

One day, I'll miss this

One day, I'll be able to sleep in as late as I want. I'll be able to plan my entire day from the comfort of my bed and know that my day will go according to plan. One day there will be no hiccups, no chaos, no mess.

One day my house will be clean. The laundry will be done and put away. The dishes will never be stacked in the sink for more than a day. The dining room table will be empty and free of sticky spills and crumbs. One day our carpet will be clean.

One day my living room will be free of little toys and crayon marks and play-doh. One day I won't have to watch my step as closely. The bathroom in the hall will always be clean, and no longer necessitate the quick spot clean when company comes. It will no longer have hair bows and toothbrushes littering the counter and towels on the floor. One day everything in my bathroom with match, down to the soap dispenser.

One day, will be here before I know it. I'll wake up one morning and the dolls will remain on the shelves, their shoes in their designated bins. One morning I'll start making smoothies and coffees and someone will only want orange juice and a single piece of toast. One day, I'll come home to an empty house, free of toys and spills and piles of laundry to fold. And I will miss the chaos terribly.

I find that I get wrapped up in the mess and the chaos. Because I'm pulling our clothes out of the clean pile. Because dinner is chicken nuggets again. I get upset when I realize that the light switch in the bathroom has dirty finger prints after our guests have left, that they had to wipe their hands on the discolored towel hanging on the rack. I worry that my kitchen sink smells, that the garbage should have been taken out yesterday, that they just might sit on a couch that is full of cookie crumbs.

I try to remind myself that this season is so short. That already the spills are less. The crumbs are fewer and farther between. I think that one day I'll miss the smell of chicken nuggets right out of the microwave. I've begun to realize that one day they will let me sleep in. That one day they won't need me to make their breakfast. It's occurred to me that one day, they will be so wrapped in their own lives that sitting down to read a book or color a picture will be a distant memory.

One day my house will be so quiet and clean. And I'll wonder why on earth I wanted this so much. Because one day I'll miss every single bit of this life that is so very messy that it is downright beautiful. As my mother in law always reminds us " These are the best days of your lives"

Monday, September 14, 2015

Emilia Jo: 12 months old

My Dear Emmie,
     365 Days of joy & chaos and I wouldn't have it any other way. You're such a sweet thing (as long as you're with me) you say "hi" to everyone you see but you're weary if they get too close. It's been so fun watching you and your big sis interact, you love her fiercely. So much that you run to her bedroom door when you wake up (around 6AM) and bang on her door to wake her. You still do not sleep through the night and I hope that glorious day when you do is coming soon. Even when you were in my belly I already caught a glimpse of your personality and I would say to your daddy "this baby is non stop" and its still true now, you really are nonstop. Not sleeping very much and not sitting still for even a second...There is no such thing as mellow time with you. You spend your 1st Birthday in NY, we took you to the beach which you sand was to touch your hands or feet. Everyone says you look like your sister or "Exactly" like your mama which is funny because I think you look just like your daddy. You definitely have yourself a little temper cry and throw yourself back when you're told "no" I call you my wild one because this is all new to me.

You've taught me a lot about being a mother, tested my limits and proved that every child is different. You are your own person that is for sure!


Your Mama

Things I want to remember:
   You clearly say: hi, yeah, ball, toodie (hamsters name), mama & dada, Nena, dobre (good in Polish), baba (bottle) 
   You took your first steps in NY at Babcia & Dzadzias house a few days before your birthday
   Full on walking.... 8/10/15 
   Your favorite foods are....avocados, eggs, broccoli, blueberries, pickles & sauerkraut
   Stats: 29" tall & 18.7 lbs 

NY - July 29th, 2015

mamas girl

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Emilia turns 1

As always I have a lot of catching up to do, and hope to find the time to do so in the near future. Our little Em turned ONE so here is a little recap of her year :)

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

1st week of Preschool

well this day snuck up on me, I promised myself I wouldn't cry....but who was I kidding. 

My baby is  becoming more independent

 bittersweet for certain.

Thursday, May 14, 2015


Sometimes life can get a little crazy having to share my time with two little girls,
Sienna has done really well always accepting and loving Emilia.. 
but there are times where I know she acts out just for attention...Emilia is a 10 minute napper so its been so hard giving Sienna one on one time without the baby always in my arms. I'm slowly finding myself getting back into the groove of this mom thing and finding a good balance...I felt like I got to a point where I was always scolding her for her sassiness. The words.. "you need to listen" were constantly coming out of my mouth.  Lately she's been asking her Daddy not to go to work in the morning which has been killing us! luckily his job is super flexible and tomorrow he's working from home to spend more time with his gals! :)

Happy weekend everyone!