Sunday, November 29, 2015

When Did I Become Frumpy?

Yep, this is me! No filter, no adjustments, no other angles/poses..... This is what I call my Monday through Sunday look. I snapped this look while waiting for Kayden to finish pooping so I could wipe his ass, and when I realized this is what I've become and that I wanted to blog about it. Hair out of place, because I'm not sure the last time I actually did my hair from start to finish. No makeup, no one has time for that shit. T-shirt from college.......that I graduated from 6 years ago. No bra, just a nursing tank, and yoga pants that are too big, but yet still so comfy, that I still manage to have a slight muffin top in! This is the hot mama my husband usually comes home to!

When did this happen?! When did I become frumpy! I still had my shit together when we had just two kids, hair and makeup always done. After Layne arrived, things started slipping. I found myself doing my makeup at work before kids came rushing through the door and had embraced a messy bun with headband look. But I was working full-time, so I had to wear real clothes daily.

I fell off the slope my first winter home I think. It was too cold to go out and do anything, so therefore I didn't have to get ready. Then add getting pregnant again and having Jayce, my look is yet to rebound.

So here I sit writing this is a spit-up stained tank top, pajama shorts and in desperate need of a shower. I always told myself, before kids, that when I had kids I wouldn't "let myself go" like all those other moms did. I wouldn't wear "mom jeans," and I'd be sure to get ready everyday so that my husband would have something attractive to come home too, not the saggy ass sweats lady.

Now reality has set in. I wish I could get ready every day and look like a million bucks, but it just isn't the case. The 20 minutes (maybe) I get in the morning without a child glued to me, I spend packing Dayton's lunch, unloading the dishwasher and HOPEFULLY having a cup of coffee. Once the kids are up though, I'm lucky to get actual pants on. It's so bad that when I put jeans on, the boys ask where we are going..... And those mom jeans I talked about, they're amazing! They squeeze in that pooch that my boys helped create while I was creating their life!

So here is my PSA!

To people who currently don't have children, no judgement please! Yes I look like a hot mess, but look at my kids' faces. They are SO happy! They don't care what I look like, they are just happy that I play with them, snuggle them and love the hell out of them! That takes priority over my current wardrobe. My husband sees how hard I work every day and has embraced my "uniform," besides I think he likes the fact I jump a little bit when he smacks my ass while wearing leggings instead of jeans, damn that thin material! I'll have time to get my shit together in a few years when they are more interested in their own things then hanging out with me, and that might be a sad day. But I'm pretty sure they won't look back on their early memories and think of how "frumpy" I was, instead they'll remember how much I loved them! So much, I let myself go!

And to the mommies out there! You rock those stretchy pants, baggy t-shirts and messy buns!

<<<As always, feel free to share! Let other mommies know they aren't alone in the toughest job there is!>>>

Thursday, November 19, 2015

The Power of Family Photos

I'm not one to get super excited about family pictures, if we're being honest, I hate them. I hate putting outfits together that somewhat coordinate, wrestling children into said outfits and then hoping nothing spills on them before the camera clicks. Then throw in the headache of hoping the photographer gets just ONE decent shot of the kids and that my double chin isn't noticable!

The past week has been a heavy one, both locally and abroad, and I realized how thankful I am that I pushed through my issues with family pictures and did them! Heaven forbid anything tragic happen to myself or my family, but no one ever knows what fate has in store, and I have this snapshot in our history forever to look at.

I want to share our family pictures for the simple fact that I love them! I have a lot of memories that come to mind when I look at these, and I think that's why it is so important to have photos like this. I think of the marshmallows we were bribing children with so that they would sit and smile, the melt downs that occurred earlier in the morning when I made the boys put pants on, or the breaks we had to take so that I could feed Jayce. I think of my husband whining that morning about the whole ordeal and making assumptions as to how they would turn out. And then of course, watching our, at the time, extremely pregant photographer carry a chair from her car on her head! These are all memories I'm so happy to have!

Personalities definetly shone through with these! Jayce was a complete ham, Layne was very cooperative (for the most part), Kayden wanted to be the boss and Dayton wanted to just run! 

A huge shout out to my girl Tori Bruno for capturing these moments, she was a dream to work with! Check out her page Tori Bruno Photography!

Sunday, November 8, 2015

I'll Blame Breastfeeding

Moooooooooooo! Yes, I'm still nursing Jayce like a champ! He'll be 6 months on the 26th and I'm still shocked and impressed that I've lasted this long! But, let me be straight with you, I blame breastfeeding for a lot of things!

No Aunt Flo
Is this a bad thing? No, not at all! But I do get to blame breastfeeding for this not currently being in my life.

No Hanky Panky
Breastfeeding does some jacked up shit to a lady's hormones (hints the no period), and thus no sex drive! To the women out there who haven't experienced this down side, I hate you in the most jealous way!

My Baby Loves Me
Like A LOT! Like can't be without me for very long without turning into a mini monster. Don't get me wrong, I love him, but sometimes it's a bit exhausting.

I'm Reluctantly Co-Sleeping
I'm not a co-sleeper, I personally hate it. I know it works for some people, and I wish it did for us, but I'm a zombie. The only way I get SOME sleep is if he can be hooked up to the tap at night. Is this a terrible habit for us? Yes, but I'm just coping at the moment. I'm sure he'll be sleeping in his own bed without a nipple in his mouth by the time he goes to college.

I'm The Cure All
If the baby isn't in my presence (like I got the luxury of a shower) and he starts crying with my husband, it must mean he wants to nurse, right? Even though he just did 10 minutes ago *eye roll*! He's fine!

No Bottles to Wash
Since I'm with Jayce 24/7, literally, he rarely gets a bottle. This seems like it would be nice, you know, less dishes. But say I'm feeling a bit overtouched for the day, or I'd like to get away for a couple hours (3 times in his entire life), it would be nice for him to take a bottle and not fight like mad about it. Oh well!

Boobs: The Daily Conversation
Whether I'm talking to friends about my boobs, my husband or my children, it seems to be a daily topic. Yes, I said my children, if the baby is fussing they tell me that I should go give him my boobie. If they only knew how part of me wishes some days I could detach it and literally give it to him!

Terrible Wardrobe
If I can't nurse in it, I don't wear it. So there goes 95% of my wardrobe for the winter here in Iowa! If you need me, I'll be living in tanks with zip-up sweatshirts till April.

Happy Baby
Seriously, as long as he has his two breast friends near him, he's the happiest baby ever! I guess that makes all of my "sacrifices" worth it!