7 quick takes vol. 22 plus Lenten Giveaway!

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We survived the black hole of the 4th trimester just in time to jump into the black hole of January. Alex is back in class, it's been absolutely arctic around here (on a few days, technically sub-arctic), and Johnny gets a little stir crazy from all the staying indoors. But at least Trixie has transformed from a fussy newborn who needs to be bounced constantly to a very happy infant who takes 3 hour naps. Yay Trixie!


Also, those ears!!


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I didn't make any resolutions at the start of the New Year. But the weekend before Alex started class again, when my anxiety was mounting and a knot of dread was growing larger and larger in my stomach, I decided I needed a resolution for the semester, and it is this: to work on my attitude. When the days are long and lonely, and the job of mom never ends, it's easy for me to get into negative mindsets, and to feel sorry for myself. Yes, things are crazy-hard sometimes. I can't control how long the kids will nap, I can't control Johnny's toddler tantrums, I can't control Alex's study load and how much time he will get to spend with us, but I can control my own attitude and how I react to all those things. If I can keep a good attitude it makes everything go so much more smoothly. So that's what I'm going to do.  That's what I'm going to try to do. 

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I had some pretty big plans for knitting projects over Christmas break, and I only completed one of them. But it was an adult-sized sweater, so that's pretty good I guess. I made this sweater for my mom! She picked out the yarn and the pattern and I knitted it up to say thanks for all the babysitting she does for my while I teach piano lessons. I think it turned out pretty nice!



P.S. those photos were taken on a day when Johnny styled his hair with Vaseline.  Thus the crazy.

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Another thing that happened over Christmas break, which I totally did not see coming, was that I got really into The Walking Dead! Who, me? Yeah! Totally weird. 

Alex has been watching that show for the last few years. I thought it would be way too scary for me, so it's always been the show that he watches when I'm not around. He was catching up on the most recent season over his break, and every now and then I would come in during the last few minutes of an episode. I ended up being drawn into the story and the characters, so I watched the last two episodes of season 5 with him.  And when they were over, I wanted to go back and watch from the beginning. So I did!

It is scary, and it is pretty gory.  It's a zombie show after all.  But it's not really about zombies, it's about the people who are surviving in spite of the zombies, and in spite of other people. It's about family, loyalty, moral dilemmas, and ethics in light of a zombie apocalypse. But if you have a squeamish stomach, you may want to avoid. Also, I think the only reason I could handle it was because I had seen some of season 5, so I knew which characters survived. That made it much less scary.

I read somewhere that season 6 starts up on February 14th.  I know what what Alex and I will doing on Valentines Day!

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I had three new recipes in my meal plan this past week. This soup, this soup, and these amazing sliders. And they were all winners! If you're in a recipe rut, I say check these out. 

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Last weekend I did my first solo mass with 2 kids.  Alex used to be a regular cantor at our parish, but he hasn't done any singing since he started PA school. Last Saturday the cantor for the 5:00 pm mass had a family emergency to attend to and they were in real bind. So I told Alex I was up for trying it alone with the kiddos if he wanted to sing. 

And it went...not terribly. Trixie slept in her car seat for the first half and Johnny was very interested in watching Alex up on the altar. Then Trixie woke up and wanted to nurse, and Johnny began to realize he could get away with a lot more. Afterwards I had a few people tell me that I was very brave and that my kids did really well, which was so encouraging, especially when you feel like you're in survival mode during mass. 
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Did you realize that Lent is less than a month away? Crazy, but true. It's time to get ready now.  Especially if you want to get a hold of one of beautiful Lenten Devotional Workbooks found in the Blessed is She Shop. They are going like hot cakes so if you want one you'd better hurry! I'm also giving one away here! I wish I could get one for all of you, but this will have to suffice.  Good luck entering!



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"A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2016."

Johnny/2yrs, 8 mos.
All trains, all the time. You especially love to push them through tunnels and under bridges.


Trixie/3mos
Getting better at holding your head up during tummy time. I love the way you fold your little hands.


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the 52 project

A lot of my favorite bloggers did the 52 project in 2015. Hosted by Practising Simplicity, the 52 project is "a portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2016". The posts are short and sweet, and the photographs are beautiful.

 All through 2015 I thought to myself, "I'm going to do this next year.  Well, next year happened I didn't think about it until I saw it pop up on a couple of my friends' blogs (here's looking at you, Jacqui, and Britt). So I'm jumping on the band wagon, albeit a couple weeks late. I'll post the first two weeks today and then post week 3 sometime this coming week. My blog. My rules. Cool? Ok.

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johnny/2.5


i love you, even when you are procrastinating bedtime and won't get out of your tent.


trixie/3 months


your hair always sticks up, and I love it that way.

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johnny/2.5


post-nap happiness. It's contagious. 


trixie/3 months


you found your hands, and they are amazing.

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7 quick takes vol. 21 christmas edition

linking up with Kelly for some quick takes.

Hi! How are you doing? Did you survive the holidays? I'm only now beginning to to feel like we've stepped off the crazy Christmas carousel. The dust is settling, and we're getting ready for the start of Alex's next semester and regular life to resume. 

But it was a great Christmas. Here are some highlights!

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When I was a kid my mom would get me and my siblings an ornament every year for Christmas. The ornaments were reflective of our personalities, or things we had done that year. Some of mine include piano and violin ornaments, glass candy canes (I loved them as a kid), and a horse (yup, I went through a horse phase). Alex's family had a similar tradition. The result was that when we got married we already had a nice collection of ornaments for our tree.

I decided I'd like to carry on this tradition with my own kids. Johnny's first year he got a little green "sweet pea" ornament.  Last year I got him a bus, because he was (and still is) really into buses. This year I wanted to get him a Curious George ornament, but they are really expensive! He also really likes ketchup. Like, really. We use ketchup to get him to try new foods. So when I saw this ornament at Target I knew it was the one.


I had  a hard time finding any "baby's first Christmas" type of ornaments that I liked this year, so I had to get creative for Trixie's first ornament. My favorite local gift shop had this frame ornament. I decided to put a picture of Trixie just moments after she was born in it. And I just love it. I think it was my favorite gift that I gave this year. 


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I got some wool socks for Christmas. One question: how have I lived in Minnesota my entire life and never owned wool socks before? What a game changer in the quest for warm toes.  To all my dear friends in the North. If you haven't tried them yet, you don't know what you're missing. 

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I dressed my kids in matching clothes.  

On Christmas Eve.


And Christmas Day.


And I'm not going to apologize for it.

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One of my December projects was Trixie's stocking. I got it done in time and now we all have homemade stockings. 



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Alex made this recipe for our Christmas morning treat.  I always get a knot of dread in my stomach when he wants to make a yeast bread on a holiday because they are complicated and take a long time, and the days are already busy enough. But he really wanted to make this, and I'm glad he did because it was awesome! And so pretty. 


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My little brother got Johnny a pair of Chuck Taylors.  Johnny got a lot of really great gifts, but this one was special to me, I think because it was totally unexpected. On Alex's side there are a lot of grandchildren and we have a name draw system, so ever kid ends up with a few gifts. On my side our kids are the only grandchildren, so there's no name drawing yet. I certainly don't expect each of my siblings to get something for my kids (but they did anyway), especially not my 20 year old brother.  I just didn't think buying a gift for a toddler would have crossed his mind. But it did. And it was a gift that totally screams my brother, and becomes Johnny very well.


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A few more pictures from our Christmas. Enjoy!










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2015 in 12 photos



I'm joining Bobbi over at Revolution of Love for a year in review link-up.  I am a rather nostalgic person so I love these kinds of posts. 2015 was a good year. It was crazy, but good. So here goes!


My word for 2015 was "less". The goal was to simplify, get by with less, be satisfied with less. Did I succeed? Well, I saw less of my husband (PA school) and we have less money (also PA school), so yeah. We'll call that a win.

Also in January, we got Johnny out of our bed and into his own.  This was a much needed transition, and the 20 months of co-sleeping that lead up to it may have changed my views on attachment parenting just a little bit. 


Alex turned 30 in February. Then lent started and we gave up TV. That combined with my no-sugar January made it a very sad winter. 


March held a pregnancy announcement! Then I spent the rest of the month on the couch battling morning sickness with the frozen mac'n'cheese from Trader Joe's while Johnny demolished the house and wondering if maybe we were just a little bit crazy for having another baby. 


I had jury duty in April.  It was not. fun. I hope you never have to do it. We also start to see some progress with Johnny's speech therapy that month.  Way more fun than jury duty. 


May was a big month for us.  We had a gender reveal, Johnny turned two, and Alex had his last day of work at a company he's been with for 13 years. Johnny weaned for good, and I got all emotional. Seasons ending and other seasons beginning.


June brought some major sleep issues which forced us to cry it out with Johnny.  It was really hard for me to do but turned out to be one of the best parenting decisions we have ever made. Alex started his PA program and the transition was hard. Being a stay-at-home mom became ever harder, and I realized my need for a "village" more than ever before.


July was hot and Alex studied a lot.  I got real up close and personal with solo parenting. And this post got more views than my entire blog gets in a month thanks for Jenny sharing it on her FB page.  I'm still like, whoa! 


I turned 29 in August, and had a mini crisis about being in the last year of my twenties. Alex had three glorious weeks of break during which we went to Chicago, visited the Our Lady of Guadalupe Shrine, and got a bunch of house projects done. 


In September I was large and uncomfortable.  Alex started his fall semester and I did a lot of knitting, packed my hospital bag, and tried to get some good birthing vibes going. 


October. Let's see, what happened that month.  Oh yeah. I HAD A BABY! The four days between her due date and birth date were the longest days of my life.  But then our Trixie was born.


I spent most of November trying to find matching jammies for my kids on Kidizen.  Just kidding.  Kind of. Actually, November was a hard month of infant, toddler and husband-in-grad-school all thrown together. But I have been working on offering up my own sufferings for those who are really in need.  


And then December.  Family pictures for Christmas cards. Trixie turned two months. I'm still feeling quite postpartum.  But Alex is on break and we have been enjoying Christmas with our two babies.

I hope you've had a wonderful Christmas and that 2015 has left you with many sweet memories.  Here's to a great 2016!

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behind the photo

Shortly after Beatrix was born we had my amazing friends come over and take some family pictures for us. I wanted to have some professional photos of Trixie has a baby, as well as family pictures for my picture wall and for Christmas cards.

When I got the disc back and eagerly stuck it in the computer to see the pictures, my first thought was "We look AMAZING!" which I guess is why people hire professionals to take their pictures.





But it also made me laugh, because looking at those pictures you'd never guess that not 30 minutes before our photographer friends arrived we were literally cleaning poop off of almost everything in our bathroom. I'm not joking.

We had given both of the babes baths that morning so that everyone would be freshly clean and without bedhead. After Trixie's bath, while Alex was getting ready to re-diaper her, she fired one at him while he was unawares. I had my backed turned, so I didn't see it, but I heard it, and it sounded pretty high velocity. It was all over the changing table pad and all over Alex's arm, which thankfully was not in picture clothes yet.  Yes, we learned while Johnny was a baby that you don't get dressed in good clothes until babies have their diapers on.

Then it was Johnny's turn for a bath.  He did a good poop on the potty chair right before going in.  Then he pooped in the tub. Then he pooped in the towel after getting out of the tub.  Then he got his foot in it. And then he walked all over the carpet. It. Was. Awesome.

By the time we had everything and everyone sufficiently sterilized I had about 4 minutes to get myself ready.  I half blow-dried my hair, frantically put on some make-up, and then was running around looking for my Spanx because, you know, 3 weeks postpartum.  And I could not find them anywhere! I knew that I had 2 pairs, I knew exactly where I had last seen them, and they were no where to be found.  I still haven't found them.  It's a complete mystery. So I was fuming and stomping around trying to come up with a plan B.



But the pictures don't show you any of that. The pictures show you two fairly put together parents being all googly-eyed over their cute kids who don't look at all like they could have just fouled up a bathroom, or do any of the other inconvenient or annoying things that regularly happen around here.

Well, except for this one. Johnny looks pretty capable of naughtiness in this picture.


But it got me thinking about the over-saturation of our social media networks with beautifully curated, perfectly posed pictures. Sometimes it seems unrealistic and disingenuous. Because we all know that  life is far from perfect. I'm guilty of it too. I tend to only post pictures of myself after I've put on my make up, or the corners of my house that I've managed to keep tidy. It doesn't mean my life perfect though. It just means that all the messy stuff, well, I tend to keep that to myself. 

So why do I do it? I certainly hope it's not to dupe you into thinking my life is beautiful. 

But wait, my life IS beautiful! Maybe I'm the one who needs to be reminded of that.


I'm glad my pictures are beautiful. I'm glad I have an Instagram feed full of tranquil moments and super cute pictures of my kids. That way when the going gets tough (which you know it does. Often.) I have over 700 (yikes!) photos to remind how beautiful life- my life- is! It's amazing.  My children and my husband are amazing! They're the greatest things that have ever happened to me. They are enlarging my heart, teaching me virtues, and preparing me for heaven. 

 I just love those little poop machines. 



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it's been two months


It's been two months. Two months of Trixie. Two months of Johnny being a big brother. Two months of parenting two kids.

And, well, it's been hard.

Most days I usually have a few hours where things are going well and I think, I can do this, it's not so bad. But then both kids are crying at the same time, or Johnny is waking up the baby, or climbing on the counters to help himself to cookies, or coloring on the walls and furniture with (thankfully washable) markers. And then I reach the end of the day I am exhausted, and Trixie is fussy, she won't nurse to sleep, and I just want to go to bed, but I can't until the baby does. Alex is usually the one who can get her to sleep, but I feel guilty whenever I need his help because I know he needs to be studying.

That's been the hardest, feeling like I don't have a partner. I do,  I know I do, but the guilt that comes whenever I have to interrupt him.  It's kind of like the guilt he feels for not being able to help that much.  So we both feel guilty all the time.

Right now both of my babies are asleep and I feel like I can do this.

But this morning it was a different story. I had not been up one hour before Johnny had restarted the clean laundry in the washer. Then I spilled apple juice all over the kitchen counter while trying to pour with one hand while holding Trixie in the other.  Then Johnny had major diarrhea and while I was changing him, he dropped the package of wipes in the opened dirty diaper. All this and no time yet to make a cup of coffee or have some breakfast. I wonder how I will make it through the next 8 hours until Alex gets home.

It's hard.

When I ask my mom if it was hard being home with young kids all those years she doesn't seem to remember any tough stuff. Either we were all wonderful babies and toddlers who slept like angels and never got into mischief, or she's choosing to only remember the good stuff.  "It may be hard now, but some day you'll look back on this time with fondness", she says to me. Sometimes I get annoyed that she doesn't have clear memories of me being a little terror, because I want the empathy. But when I think about it, it would be nice to only remember the good stuff.

To look back on all these days I spent with my babies and only remember how Johnny loves to give Trixie kisses, and the way he puffs up  his cheeks when he puckers his lips. Or how first thing in the morning Johnny runs into our room to climb on the bed and cuddle his baby sister.



I'd like to remember the way it felt to see Johnny swaddle his stuffed zebra the way we swaddle Trixie, and then hold it gentle to his chest and pat it's back. That feeling that my heart would literally burst out of my chest it swelled with so much love.

And Trixie, I'd like to remember the fierce, hungry face she makes right before nursing. And the way she stretches out her arms and hands like she's conducting a symphony. And the sweet sound of her littles coos and gurgles.


And instead of remembering the guilt I felt all the nights I needed Alex's help to get Trixie to sleep I'd like to remember how sweet it is to see my husband reclined on the couch with his tiny daughter curled up on his chest.

I know - because everyone keeps telling me - that it's so fleeting, this time when they are small. It's going to go by so fast.

This is what I have to remember.


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postpartum glory


Being postpartum is such a special time. Your body has just been through major trauma. Your hormones are on a doozy of a roller coaster ride. You're getting zero sleep. Your tight-as -a-drum fundus has deflated to saggy remnant of abdominals with a cavernous bellybutton. Your clothes all fit weird. And your family are saying things like "if you were a wash cycle, you would be delicate." (True story. To which I replied, "just wait until it's your turn, little sister. )

 I'm a little farther out now, (though I still have some weepy days [hello yesterday]), and for the most part I can laugh about it. But when you're in the thick of all that postpartum glory it is so far from funny.

Like when you take your five-day-old baby to Target, trying to find some nursing bras that work. And none of them do. Then the check out person tells you your baby is so cute, then points to your stomach and asks if you're having another. Um...no! She was born five days ago!

You wear nothing but pajamas and look like a zombie for two weeks straight. 

You can finally sleep on your stomach again. For about two days. Then your milk comes in.

Then, Gap is having a really good online sale so you decide to treat yourself to some new underwear, because pregnancy = stretched out underwear. But when your order comes you realize that instead of ordering 5 for $27 you accidentally ordered 1 for $12.95. And then you cry like a little girl. 

Your toddler is trying to use your peri-bottle and sanitary products. 

You look in the mirror and think your belly is quite a bit smaller and then step on the scale and see that you still have 30 lbs of baby weight to lose.

Pants. Just all pants. 

Crying during Gilmore Girls when Rory says "because I love you, you idiot!" 

Crying at Trader Joe's because your license was expired and they wouldn't let you have a wine sample. 

Just a lot of crying.

But it's not forever. And until it stops there's ice cream. And Netflix. And red wine.


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