Struggling

1-3 in my house is really, really hard. I'm almost always in tears at some point. 1-3 is naptime/quiet time and I can't seem to get it right. We are pushing for quiet time, but the behavior and the common occurrence of falling asleep after alllll the negative behavior comes out says that he probably still needs that sleep. Whatever I do, however I mix it up, we end up with a 3 year old antagonizing his mom and his brother resulting in a baby who can't sleep and a momma who is very frustrated. This will pass, I know that to be true, but in the moment it is hard. Very hard. Hard to know myself as such a frustrated person and not the calm and patient person and mom that I strive to be. I have a fear that in ten years I will look back and remember my frustrated times instead of the amazing times and the times that I am calm, cool and collected. I don't want to take this for granted, I don't want to feel like I wasted it.

This speaks to me

Lucky lucky lucky

Two sweet boys. What a handful. What a dream. 

Been awhile (post from October 2015)

(I can't change the post date, but this one was meant to be posted in October, it seems out of order here so thought I'd clarify)

I haven't blogged in a bit. Mostly because I got a new phone and so had to re-sign in to a bunch of apps, and I didn't think I remembered my password for Blogger. All this time and all I actually had to do was click "sign in" and it hooked me right up, no password necessary. 

No baby yet. My due date was yesterday. Anxiously awaiting... So ready to go into labor, my body is tired of all this extra weight. 

I was pretty grouchy about no baby on Saturday, but decided to turn it around today and just deal. Soak up my one kiddo time that I have left. Here's some pics of my little dude.

Apple Festival 

Pumpkin Patch 

Celebrating his buddy Ryder's 3rd birthday.

Goofy smile with Nanny.

He will only put face paint on his eyebrows. 

It's a boy!!!

And what a beautiful, sweet, chunky little dreamboat baby he is! Swoon :)

Love, love, love.

Belly

We had some photos taken recently, here are a couple of Ikey and I and a big 'ol belly :)

Summer up in hera

Haha, I've been discovered! Welcome back to the blog, Christy Dawn!! You're my one reader! Maybe a few of the girls will join you now :) I will try my gosh-darndest to make this blog more user friendly, I guess that means taking off all restrictions? I dunno, but it is annoying that people who would like to, and who I would like to, do not seem able to access it. And.....if I'm talking about you, you aren't able to read this anyhow, so.......

Oh man, it is SUMMER here in the PDX. And most years this is a big woo-hoo!! Because we get to bask for a few months in the joy of no longer living in 100+ degree Texas heat and really feel a solid assurance that our choice to leave for this paradise was the right one. Usually, it's breezy at night, it's high 80's on a hot day, and for 3 or 4 days of the summer you might reach the high 90's and on those days you remember that oppressive feeling of hot, hot, hot. But this year, dang. This year brought the hot. I'm not talking 100+ (only a few days of that), but regularly in the upper 90's, and here's the big difference: NO A/C!! And not like, poor pitiful me, I don't have a/c, no--NOBODY has a/c!! You want that cold grocery store rush? That movie theater chill? Not here, my friends, here you find relief in front of a home window unit or a walk-in beer cooler (truly!). It is hot. I hope this is an anomaly and not the way Portland summers are headed, but I'm afraid that's really hopeful.

Today Ikey and I went swimming, and the weightlessness was welcome. This Momma is getting big in the seventh month.

Awesome felt masks at a local toy shop (this is one of many pics I took of the many animal masks they have!)

Did I mention it's hot? And I'm pregnant. So, ice cream!!

The red balloon makes symphony in the park all the better.

Hula hooping at a street festival.

Must...find...shade..!