Week thirteen AKA Lyla’s dream week. We played hard this week and she loved every minute of it.
We decorated eggs at our neighborhood’s Easter event…
… and met bunnies at the library…
…we played at the playground…
…we visited a dairy farm…
…checked out the monk seal hanging on our beach…
…took a few sink baths…
…Dad gave Simon his first (successful) bottle…
…and we went to Chuck E. Cheese.
“It’s Aloha Friday, no work till Monday. Doo be doo, doo doo be, doo be doo be doo be doo!” We had an awesome week but I am so happy that it’s the weekend – I love me some special family time.
Here’s a peek at our last week…
We participated in our neighborhood’s big garage sale morning on Saturday. Auntie brought some of her stuff to sell too. I made a whopping five dollars, and I think she made eight. Luckily, we were able to drop our leftovers off at a donation site and the money they make with it will go towards the elementary school so it wasn’t a total bust. Plus, it feels great to have all of those treasures out of our house.
Simon Earl started sitting! This isn’t the best picture I’ve ever taken but Simon’s little face is too cute not to share.
Vanilla chia seed pudding is bae. That is all.
The clouds this week were E P I C. How great is our God?!
Shopped so hard we closed down the Costco lane.
Our double jogger has been a lifesaver this week. We all get a little stir crazy in the late afternoon when we are waiting for Alex to get home so going for long walks/jogs helps a lot!
Ohhhh my sweet boy.
There is a standing playdate at our neighborhood beach on Thursday mornings. So nice to have some social time out in the sun.
This little beach bum and his big ol’ belly.
Of course, we had green beer on St. Patrick’s Day! With a side of corned beef sandwiches 😉
Have a great weekend!
I realized the other day that it had been a while since I put together a good craft project for Lyla. We’ve been spending a lot of time tracing her hands (and feet, and body) and
eating playing with chalk, but no real “organized” craft time.
Originally, I had visions of us sitting around the table, carefully dying a big bunch of bright eggs. BUT then I remembered that careful and toddler don’t belong in the same sentence. At all. So, I figured construction paper eggs were the next best thing. Plus, decorating paper eggs would be a lot cleaner, right?
While she was napping (and Simon Earl was in his jumper) I cut out four large Easter eggs from construction paper. I was a little rushed and my eggs turned out to be all different shapes and sizes – let’s pretend it was a planned lesson in diversity, k?
I also brought out a bunch of fun craft stuff: markers, watercolors, shiny jewels, feathers, Scrabble tiles, etc. If it was in my craft storage – it came out! We play with markers and paint a lot so I was curious to see if she would into the jewels, tiles, etc. and she definitely was.
I started by placing a big line of glue across an egg and then showed her how to press the jewel to the paper. It was a lot of fun to watch her sort through the pile to find the perfect jewel to put on her egg next. After placing each one, she would look up at me and say “WOOOW”.
She’s a heart melter.
I had time to make, eat and clean up my lunch yesterday. Without interruption. (thanks, synchronized nap times)
A healthy lunch, prepared by me, all for me. With no little fingers digging in. I couldn’t help but laugh at how excited I was.
And then I instantly felt guilty for loving it so much.
Writing that down feels silly. Feeling guilty for eating lunch alone. Ridiculous, right?
Yes. Totally… unless you’re a mom.
Because that mom guilt you always hear about? It is real, y’all.
I feel guilty all the time.
Guilty for wanting a break at the end of the day. Guilty for leaving Simon during the week to take his sister to swim class. Guilty for spending time setting up a nursery for Lyla before she was born and just putting a borrowed rocker in our room for Simon. Guilty for comparing the two of them. Guilty for daydreaming about future babies.
And if I’m not feeling guilty about something, I’m just straight up worrying.
Is Simon being stimulated enough? Am I giving Lyla enough one on one time? Have I given Lyla too many snacks today? Have we watched Cinderella too many times? Am I paying enough attention to Simon? Am I giving Alex enough attention when he comes home?
It never ends. This isn’t a complaint, just an observation.
Motherhood is challenging. It’s heartbreaking. It’s guilt inducing. It’s surprising. It’s all encompassing. It’s wonderful. It’s enriching. It’s so much fun.
I love it.
From our tired, happy family to yours.