Daily Moments

So the other day I read a post by a mom that compared herself to being glue and the dad being the glitter. The writer meant she was the one that kept everything going and she didn’t feel she got to have much fun which then fell to her husband who looked to always have the fun with the children. She felt she was always running and that was ok because you need the glue to make the glitter stick.

I agree with you need the glue but I say why can’t each parent be the glue and the glitter.

I do feel like I am the glue keeping the house together. I am in charge of the never unending laundry. The dishes must be done every morning, afternoon, and evening. There is the grocery shopping, the bills, the emails, the walks, the naps, etc. I see things that need to be done that my husband doesn’t.

But I also feel like my husband is the glue when he wakes up and works five days a week to provide our food, house, and lifestyle. He takes care of giving my son a bath every night. He helps with the hard household tasks. And he foresees what might happens and tries to prevent disaster.

Now my husband gets to be more of the glitter because he gets maybe two hours each day with our son and over 75% of that is playing and fun interactions. I am sure as my son gets older there will be more adventures with dad on the weekends.

But… I would  challenge mothers to try and make a bit of glitter in each day with their children.

Yes, we still had to run the house and be the disciplinarian majority of the time. But what would happen if you enjoyed daily moments with your children.

I know what happens in my life is I get to hear my son’s contagious laugh when I stop and be the glitter. I see a smile on his face when he sees me. And I hope I am creating a happy home that he will always want to return to.

And here is some of those moments from this past week.

I was laundering my sheets and my son loves rolling around on my bed but doesn’t get to much so I tossed him up on the bed. Then we rolled around together and I gave him tickles to hear his beautiful laugh. I ran from one side of the bed to the other chasing him. I gave silly kisses and flew him like an airplane.

I chase my son up the stairs. Not really fast but about halfway up I tickle him and then give him 5 more seconds before tickling him again. This makes a bit of glitter and helps get him up the stairs a bit faster.

I regularly have dance parties with my son on a daily basis. This takes less the 10 seconds. I just hold his hands and sign dance party, dance party while we dance.

I sit down and read him books while he plays  bit or snuggles. Wednesday he brought over The Hungry Caterpillar while I was busy so I sat and read it to him. He loves the holes to poke his fingers through.

Then Tuesday night while cleaning up the kitchen our dog got in the way so I said, “move it, move it, Dylan.” My son cracked up laughing so I continued to do it while he laughed. It was the best thing ever. He even laughed and ran toward Dylan when my husband came home and I told him the story.

I am teaching my son how to color so I pull out paper and tape it to the floor to color with him.

And I stop on our walks to show him the snails that cross our sidewalks. This past week it rained and there were dozens all over. And I let my son touch every bush, flower, leaf that he can reach on our walks.

Oh and I sing a lot to my son. I sing while changing him, while we clean up, while I carry him up stairs, and while I am bathing him. Some songs are made up others are silly songs that I know. But It makes the work lighter and gives him something to focus on.

It doesn’t have to take long or much effort to sprinkle giggles and fun throughout the day It keeps my day so much happier and I pray that my son will remember those daily moments that I took to focus on him and forget my chores and to do lists. I don’t want to be the absent stay at home mom but the one present in each day.

How do you embrace the daily moments in your life? How can you be the glitter?



This morning I had to practice patience through rest.

I had a good nights sleep and got my son his breakfast and made myself a smoothie. Then I got us ready to go for my morning run with C25K. I was about 5 minutes into my run when I realized the distance was a bit fuzzy. First thought was is something wrong with my eye sight.

Then a bit farther along the way I realized nope it is just the start of a migraine. I was halfway through and didn’t want to turn around plus I was planning on stopping by the store to pick up dishwasher soap since we were all out and the dishwasher was full. So I decided to push on through the workout and to the store.

But the pain had begun by the time I got to the store so I picked up some Advil and a bottle of water as well. Then as I was exiting the store my hand slowly grew tingly and slowly went away as I walked home.


I had a full day of packing, prepping and straightening the house while watching my 13 month old because we are leaving tomorrow morning for a trip and now I have a migraine.

The only way I have every gotten over a migraine is to just close my eyes and rest. That is hard with a toddler and twice as hard when I think I need to get things done.

I did lay down on the couch while my little man started to play and that is when my stomach started rolling with nausea. Not the morning I had planned!

Well, it was nap time so I put my son in the swing and headed upstairs. I laid down but I just felt awful so I decided to take a warm shower to see if that would help me relax. I normally only have about an hour during the morning nap so I kind of had to hurry if I wanted to lay down again.

Done with the shower and I went back to lay down and close my eyes. Then I just laid there with a million things running through my head that needed to be done. I heard my phone ring but it was downstairs so I ignored it. But, of course, I wondered who it was. I really wanted to jump out of bed and get working but I realized I needed patience to just rest.

And then to my surprise I heard the ding on my computer that meant it was noon and birthday pop ups were happening. It had been an hour and a half since my son went down. I laid there for another 15 minutes just for good measure to make sure my migraine was gone. If I rushed it too fast I would be back to square one.

The patience and rest paid off. I am feeling good. God helped my son get a two hour nap so I could get over my migraine properly. It was hard to lay there with a million things to do but I am glad I forced myself to have patience and rest.

Now my afternoon will be filled chasing my son and packing but in good health.



First Haircut

My baby got his first haircut or more accurate a trim. He has such fine blonde hair that the hairstylist didn’t want to take too much off. But my husband was saying he had a mullet going on and it was finally driving me crazy. So I looked up kids salon and found Sharkey’s Cuts for Kids in Tustin.

Our appointment was at 12:30pm on Friday, March 25th with Trisha. And I would recommend to any new parent to take their children there. Trisha worked with the little hair that David had and made it very comfortable for David. I also helped by bringing cheerios to distract David. David got to sit in the Hummer for his haircut.

Trisha was so nice since David had so little hair to cut that she just charged us for a bang trim which was $9.95 plus $3 for the first time hair cut. The first time hair cut package included a printed picture, a certificate, and a piece of hair in a bag. It was a great way to add something to David’s scrapbook. And on the way out he got a balloon that he very much enjoyed.

I was nervous and afraid David would fight it. But he was pretty relaxed just didn’t like the tickling at times but no tears. It was much easier then I expected and glad to get that out of the way. We will be back for trims to make it a normal routine for David.  I even bought some styling cream to help with the fly away hair and to make him look cute too.


Opinion and Choice

What makes life colorful? Where does creativity come from? What makes one unique?

Is it not your opinion and choices on life?

I love meeting new people even those that opinions differ then mine. This makes moving an adventure and exciting even in the midst of instability. I paint my world with friends and family. The benefit is that they don’t all agree with me and don’t choose they same things as me. And it is beautiful.

But I feel our society is slowing pushing for the differing of opinions to cease. I can see it in the younger generations. I can see it in simple things like the “mommy wars”. Whatever happened to agreeing to disagree but we still be friends. When did we start calling differing opinions in motherhood “mommy wars”?

Why must my choice reflect negatively on you? Since I chose to have my son in a birth center with midwifes free of any drugs this doesn’t make you are wrong for having a schedule csection or a inducement or even getting a epidural. The beauty is the freedom to do what is best for your family.

The choices in motherhood are endless. There is breastfeeding vs formula, cosleeping vs crib, babyled weaning vs purees, carseat choices, stroller choices, discipline, items in the crib or not, vaccines, healthcare, and the list goes on and on. The beauty is that no one family is alike.

Therefore there really isn’t any basis in the “mommy wars”. There beauty in each choices. The beauty is a healthy child and healthy mother. The beauty is the personalities that our individual choices make.

I can see  differing choices being put down in news stories that I hear on my husband’s podcast and see on internet. We are in the middle of campaign season for the next President of the United States which should mean freedom of opinion and choice. We have a wide variety of candidates campaigning in both parties. This gives each individual the right to choose who to support and freedom to voice that opinion.

I find it amazing that on my facebook I believe I have at least one friend that supports each of the current candidates in the race. This creates quite a colorful array of opinions and voices on my screen. I embrace the diversity of opinions in my friends. So I was shocked to hear the following story and I don’t think it is an isolated group.

Apparently someone wrote Trump 2016 in chalk around Emory University this past week just supporting their choice for president. Then 40-50 students at Emory University protested to the administration saying they were pain and fearful due to the chalk for Trump. Some articles states that a student was in tears over the chalk.

The president of Emory University responded in the following statement, “After meeting with our students, I cannot dismiss their expression of feelings and concern as motivated only by political preference or over-sensitivity. Instead, the students with whom I spoke heard a message, not about political process or candidate choice, but instead about values regarding diversity and respect that clash with Emory’s own.”

How can you read anything but political preference in the chalk? There wasn’t hate speech written and there wasn’t any signs of aggression against any students. Why were the students fearful because someone was supporting Trump. I feel like it is because the younger generation wants everyone to agree with them and be like them. That makes for a boring life.

My mind just started going with the thought of having a world where everyone acted, looked, and thought the same. And it wouldn’t be colorful because all the houses should be the same, everyone should wear the same color. It wouldn’t be creative because we won’t need different models of cars or different furniture for our houses. Life wouldn’t be colorful, fun, or exciting.

I do hope that the students on Emory University learn to embrace all diversity including opinion and choice. I don’t want to live in a world where we are think, act, and live like one another. I want the freedom to mother how I feel it is best and to be around others who differ from me. I want to learn from others that think and live differently. I want the beauty of opinions and choices in my world. I may not agree with them but I was given freedom and it is a beautiful gift.



Christ is Risen

1 Corinthians 15:3-4

 For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received, that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, and that He was buried, and that He was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures,


It’s Friday…

I got an email reminding me of this sermon with the youtube video this morning. I really like listening to it because it is powerful and amazing. I am not much into actually watching the video but I turn it on to listen to it. Here is the words and at the bottom is the youtube video. I am very thankful it is only Friday and Sunday is a comin’. Both days are needed.

Sunday is a Comin’

S.M. Lockridge:

It’s Friday
Jesus is praying
Peter’s a sleeping
Judas is betraying
But Sunday’s comin’

It’s Friday
Pilate’s struggling
The council is conspiring
The crowd is vilifying
They don’t even know
That Sunday’s comin’

It’s Friday
The disciples are running
Like sheep without a shepherd
Mary’s crying
Peter is denying
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s a comin’

It’s Friday
The Romans beat my Jesus
They robe him in scarlet
They crown him with thorns
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s comin’

It’s Friday
See Jesus walking to Calvary
His blood dripping
His body stumbling
And his spirit’s burdened
But you see, it’s only Friday
Sunday’s comin’

It’s Friday
The world’s winning
People are sinning
And evil’s grinning

It’s Friday
The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands
To the cross
They nail my Savior’s feet
To the cross
And then they raise him up
Next to criminals

It’s Friday
But let me tell you something
Sunday’s comin’

It’s Friday
The disciples are questioning
What has happened to their King
And the Pharisees are celebrating
That their scheming
Has been achieved
But they don’t know
It’s only Friday
Sunday’s comin’

It’s Friday
He’s hanging on the cross
Feeling forsaken by his Father
Left alone and dying
Can nobody save him?
It’s Friday
But Sunday’s comin’

It’s Friday
The earth trembles
The sky grows dark
My King yields his spirit

It’s Friday
Hope is lost
Death has won
Sin has conquered
and Satan’s just a laughin’

It’s Friday
Jesus is buried
A soldier stands guard
And a rock is rolled into place

But it’s Friday
It is only Friday
Sunday is a comin’!


So my little man is waffling between one or two naps a day. I am also torn between which one I really prefer.

So this past week my son only took one late morning nap two days in a row. He slept an hour and half to two hours each time and then made it all the way to bedtime without another nap. He was still a happy little fellow just started slowing down after dinner. So I thought maybe he was switching.

But yesterday and today he has basically asked for his morning nap around 9:30 and then that is too early to do one nap so he will need an afternoon nap. Both naps yesterday were just an hour long so about equal to one long nap. So on my side it didn’t really matter if it was two or one nap because I get the same amount of time to get things done.

My philosophy on sleep has been just give him the opportunities and let him learn how to sleep. So I really haven’t ever done sleep training. I nursed him throw the night as he woke up until his first birthday when all of a sudden he slept twelve hours straight. I also don’t force naps. I lay him in the swing or bed and if he cries for more then 15 minutes I usually take him back out and play. But I will say I have a great sleeper and he usually doesn’t cry at all for naps or bedtime.

So I am trying to learn his new signs for if he needs one or two naps and what does he want. It is a hard stage because I almost have to approach each day as completely unexpected after having had a few months of predictability. This week every day has been leaning on my mother’s advice of having no expectations.

What were the signs your child stopped taking two naps? Did you enjoy going down to one nap? What age was your child?20160224_022636888_iOS.jpg