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Wednesday, February 1st, 2012
By Beth · Comments (51)

I don’t know why my blog keeps breaking. But it’s malicious activity which makes it even more annoying. That doesn’t mean someone is out to get me, it just means that some people have no life and want to target wordpress users.

I hired a nanny last week. She’s here three days a week.

Clara turns four months old today. I have no idea where the time has gone but I’m appreciating her new growth-i-ness. She’s much happier these days.

Clara 4 mths

My first workshop is this weekend. While planning this workshop and all of it’s beautiful details, I realize how amazing this workshop is going to be. (and I’m not just saying that. It’s going to be awesome.)

I am honestly bummed that all of the spots have not been filled.

After this workshop, I’m looking forward to moving to a normal schedule with work while having a nanny here.

Anna is singing in a talent show this Friday.

I bought Noah a new pair of pajamas yesterday and showed them to him and he said “about time.” (he feels he really needs pajamas)

Eli burned himself on the stove on Monday. His little finger has a blister. Makes me so sad.

I actually showered today.

Brian has a cold. I’m trying not to catch it. No kissy-kissy for us.

Clara loves having her diaper changed. It’s actually something everyone should experience. As soon as you lie her down, her faces breaks into complete happiness.

I often wonder why so few people comment on blogs anymore. Thoughts?

I miss you all.

Last week’s featured photo goes to FrogMum. I just love this image. (achieving such great white balance in a bathroom is hard work!) Nicely done, friend!

 

Categories: Being a Mama, stupid crap, YC Featured Photo

On the floor

Sunday, August 28th, 2011
By Beth

I’ve started physical therapy. I think it’s funny that I actually tried to avoid it when it’s already helping me. Since my “relapse” last Wednesday, I haven’t really improved very much, which concerns me for the rest of my pregnancy but I’m doing my best to focus on the moment.

(which is a total lie.)

So, I began physical therapy and actually found out what the problem is and why I’m experiencing so much pain.

I damaged by pelvic floor.

Right now, we are working on taking the remnants and putting them back together and building a nice strong floor again. It’s going to take therapy twice a week and the rest of my pregnancy to (hopefully) repair it, so for now, I’m taking it easy, I can not lift Eli (which hurts my heart so much) and saving any activity to complete the sessions I have scheduled prior to baby girl’s delivery. (the doctor has okay’d this, as long as I have an assistant with me.)

I’m never left alone. Someone always has to be here with me to help with Eli, I’m lucky to have a Mom and a Mother-in-law who are not only retired but also able and wanting to help, I can’t get over our fortune that Brian’s job is flexible and understanding and then my friend, Lynette, who I’ve hired to help me at home with Eli and with BFP is around, too.

I am completely missing my independence but fully understand how temporary this is. I’m trying to accept the help that is given to me with grace because once this trial is over, real life begins again and I’ll be wishing for a few minutes to just sit on my couch in peace.

Last night, I had a session. I came home and Brian was outside with all three kids and it was getting dark. We came in and I ate dinner. Anna wasn’t feeling well, so she went upstairs to watch TV in my room. That left me with my three boys. I sat on the couch, eating cold pizza and we taught Eli new tricks and he entertained us and we laughed so hard and it literally hurt so much but my heart needed this laughter so badly.

I laid in bed realizing that had I NOT been resting and in pain that that moment probably would not have occurred, I would have been busy putting away toys, or cleaning up dishes or watering plants but instead, I sat and watched and interacted and loved and laughed and felt pretty grateful for all of this. Even the pain.

Categories: Baby Fletcher 2011, Being a Mama, stupid crap

The truth is.

Tuesday, July 26th, 2011
By Beth

I’m really grouchy and emotional. I’m short tempered, too. I have felt insanely lonely over these past few weeks. This is not a complaint, it’s just my state of being. I can accept how I’m feeling because I know it’s just a season but I’m afraid it won’t end until after the baby is born. Actually, I’m afraid it won’t end until LONG after the baby is born.

I guess it’s okay.

Despite being emotional and lonely, I still have really great moments in my life and am surrounded by many things that I love.

Like my belly. I’ll be 29 weeks tomorrow. Today, we scheduled her birthday. I begin weekly NSTs tomorrow. In August, we give her a bedroom.

nearly-29-week-shadow

I think it’s funny that my belly looks like a dunce cap in this photo. I’m pretty sure it’s because of the corner of the house. But I suppose it really does look like this.

I love my zinnias in the front of my home. They’ve exploded into giant yellow and green balls. Anna and I planted them in late May, early June. They were so tiny. I actually wanted to plant five but they only had enough for three.  The purple flower in front was a surprise return from last year. I thought I had pulled them out but they eased their way back into our garden. I love how they accent the zinnia and the sidewalk.

zinnia

Today, I needed to disconnect, so I packed up lunches and the kids and we went to the park. Such a perfect day for it.

Towards the end, when I was getting really tired, I asked the kids to sit on the bench. I finally got Eli to sit perfectly for me and saw that Anna was making ridiculous faces at the camera.

Lest you think I am always calm. I placed my lens cap on my camera, picked Eli up, put him in the stroller and said “let’s go.”

And we did. I’m still so frustrated that my oldest child ruined such a great photo but I look at it and I have to admit, I do love all of their faces in this photo. But still. ANGRY MAMA.

park-kids

I’ve been making headbands.

headband2

Because of my newborn sessions, I spend a lot of money on Etsy, particularly on headbands, sometimes I’d spend $50 a month on headbands alone. OUCH.

I decided to try making them on my own and guess what? I spent about $60 on supplies and have made about 15 headbands so far with plenty of supplies left over.

I made these two for my neighbor’s newborn. (who happens to have a head FULL of shiny black hair.)

headbands1

I’m no expert and that’s totally okay with me. It’s a great creative outlet. I’ll be editing photos and stand up, walk into the kitchen and just make a headband. Literally takes minutes. Sometimes I make them while Eli plays with bowls and spoons while, literally, sitting on my feet. It’s enjoyable.

Speaking of Eli:

VIP

He’s very busy these days, as you can see.

He’s grown up so quickly and cries so hard when Mommy or Daddy leave the house. His kisses are adorable and he loves carrots more than any other food in the world. He is such a sweetheart.

I guess that’s all I have for you. I did post images from a recent newborn session here, feel free to check it out.

And don’t worry about the first paragraph, I really am okay, I’ve just been uninspired to post here and I wanted to let you know exactly why.

Categories: Baby Fletcher 2011, Being a Mama, Family, stupid crap

Don’t ask me

Tuesday, July 5th, 2011
By Beth

Right now. Today. I do not have time to come here and write a post. In fact, it’s criminal that I’ve opened up this draft and am now typing. I’m not even sure why I’m doing it. I have so much to do.

I guess I just don’t know where to begin. Since Eli has become crazy mobile my time during the day to get work done has diminished quite a bit. I put him down for a nap 50 minutes ago. It may last another 30 minutes. I still have to shower and put some makeup so I don’t scare my children, I have about 4,320 photos to edit, three print orders to place, laundry to do, clients to email, I also have three children at home with me, oh and I started a new Clickin’ Moms workshop yesterday and am already overwhelmed.

Also, I’m pretty sure I left a pop tart lying around the house somewhere. I should probably find it immediately.

Yet, I am here.

Thank you for saving me from the crazy.

But now I must go. This weekend was beautiful and long with blue skies and naps and fireworks and s’mores made with peanut butter cups.

But now, real life is here.

So, if you miss me, you can see a sneak peek on my BFP blog here from a session this past Saturday. (feel free to leave feedback, k?) And also, I posted here, too.

Wishing you the happiest of Mondays. errr….Tuesdays.

Categories: stupid crap

ReadySetGo

Monday, June 27th, 2011
By Beth

e-and-t-

These last few weeks have been incredibly disappointing to me. By the time I wake up Monday morning, Gloom and Doom have arrived, not even giving me a chance to start off on the right foot. Each week I try to break myself free from it and it works, but only briefly. But last Friday, when I was officially diagnosed with strep throat, I thought, “that’s it, I give up.”

And not that I was giving up and hiding underneath the covers and crying and pouting, I was just giving up that I had to accept the bad with the good. I’m always to willing to open my arms up to great opportunities and warm hugs, beautiful things and good health. Well, I can open my arms to a little bit of pain, too.

Lately, there have been so many thunderstorms in my life and even during them, I’d know they were purposeful, I always believe in the brightness shining brighter after the darkness (and even during the darkness.) I just thought maybe this time, I need to stop. Sit in bed, do not work or write or email, allow Brian to bring me Tylenol and rub my feet, browse on Pinterest, eat ice cream, doze off, just accept that sometimes life seems really hard and you feel beat up.

I’m okay with that. Because at least I have the chance to get back up, to let the sun warm my shoulders and to wake up and do everything I can to at least attempt to kick ass every single day.

Sometimes I can’t. Sometimes I won’t. But sometimes, I will. And that will always leave me grateful because at least I have the choice.

Categories: Being a Mama, JJF, Loss, stupid crap
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