This is an ultrasound picture from our baby and if you can't tell it is her hand doing the "peace" sign. I'm sure hoping this child brings peace.
Today was School Picture Day at preschool. That title alone makes any mom want to take a couple of sleeping pills, crawl under her bed, and not surface until the morning is over. I woke up early to prepare for the event. I laid Emily's clothes out for her - clothes I picked that were a compromise because I knew we would both be okay with the outfit. So I avoided any drama there.
The trouble came when it was time to do her hair. I sat her down on the toilet and proceeded to curl her hair. She put no small amount of effort into making it a difficult task for me. I accomplished it in a short amount of time considering the situation. She then looked in the mirror and that's when all hell broke loose. The neighbors probably thought the beginning of World War III was happening at our house as she began yelling and combing her fingers and anything she could get through her hair to pull the curls and bow out. She was appalled that I would interfere with her tomboy image by making her look like this. I argued back that I was just trying to use the talents God had given me and she certainly did not appreciate them! (mature I realize :)
She retreated to pout in her closet as I gathered our things and then had to drag her out the door. As I carried her to the car she repeated, "You're not supposed to lift heavy things, you're not supposed to lift heavy things . . ."
Our drive was rather nice other than the scowl I kept receiving when I looked in my rearview mirror, but I certainly didn't mind the silent treatment. We arrived in time and thank heavens her attitude had changed by the time I picked her up. It's rough being the daughter of a hair stylist!
So I quit my job and I'm planning to be a stay at home mom (I will keep doing hair and working on my photography and writing in my scarce free time.) Days like this make me question my judgment - and I only have one kid so far. I frequently get nervous at the thought of two. I can just picture being in a public place with the two of them conspiring great schemes against me. It's been Em and me for the past five years so I feel like I'm starting over again. Any advice from you mothers of multiple kids or those with a good space between them would be greatly appreciated :).
I'm excited for what lies ahead and I look forward to adding another member to our family. I can't wait to see what she looks like and what her personality is like (perhaps girly? :) I really look forward to staying home and feel that this is the place I'm supposed to be right now.
The trouble came when it was time to do her hair. I sat her down on the toilet and proceeded to curl her hair. She put no small amount of effort into making it a difficult task for me. I accomplished it in a short amount of time considering the situation. She then looked in the mirror and that's when all hell broke loose. The neighbors probably thought the beginning of World War III was happening at our house as she began yelling and combing her fingers and anything she could get through her hair to pull the curls and bow out. She was appalled that I would interfere with her tomboy image by making her look like this. I argued back that I was just trying to use the talents God had given me and she certainly did not appreciate them! (mature I realize :)
She retreated to pout in her closet as I gathered our things and then had to drag her out the door. As I carried her to the car she repeated, "You're not supposed to lift heavy things, you're not supposed to lift heavy things . . ."
Our drive was rather nice other than the scowl I kept receiving when I looked in my rearview mirror, but I certainly didn't mind the silent treatment. We arrived in time and thank heavens her attitude had changed by the time I picked her up. It's rough being the daughter of a hair stylist!
So I quit my job and I'm planning to be a stay at home mom (I will keep doing hair and working on my photography and writing in my scarce free time.) Days like this make me question my judgment - and I only have one kid so far. I frequently get nervous at the thought of two. I can just picture being in a public place with the two of them conspiring great schemes against me. It's been Em and me for the past five years so I feel like I'm starting over again. Any advice from you mothers of multiple kids or those with a good space between them would be greatly appreciated :).
I'm excited for what lies ahead and I look forward to adding another member to our family. I can't wait to see what she looks like and what her personality is like (perhaps girly? :) I really look forward to staying home and feel that this is the place I'm supposed to be right now.
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Congrats on little Isbel! That is so exciting!
Remember that they start out so small and you work into chaos slowly! The two of them shouldnt be conspiring against you for at least a year! By then you will know how to handle two!
does that help?
Congrats again!!