What They Say on Co-Sleeping

Its been said that 80% of parents co-sleep in some way or form. They just don't admit it out of fear of being ridiculed and/or criticized.

Yes, people do say a lot about co-sleeping. Does that matter?

I think not. And here's why.

What They Say on Co-Sleeping

And So, I Run

I'm on week 3 of the Couch to 5K program and I am feeling great. I can walk up the stairs now without getting out of breathe. I have more energy. My pants are loose. Life is good.

Plus, there's something so peaceful about running in the early morning. I actually look forward to it. Being alone, sans kids, watching the sun come up as I run, feeling the early morning mist on my face...definitely my new favorite way of recharging my batteries.

There are a couple of parks in my area with tracks, but I find that I love to go up to my old high school and run in their football field. The grass gets my feet wet, but it is so peaceful up there on the hill, with the windmill to keep me company. I just had to take some pictures:

So, to all those people who told me how fun and relaxing and great running is, you were so right.

And so, I run.

And So, I Run

We Have Tadpoles!

About two weeks ago, the Knight and I took the girls up to my mother's old house that she had moved out of. Her and her boyfriend are fixing the house up and planning on moving back in next month.

We were all out in the yard and decided to inspect the neglected pool. This pool has not been used in two years, and is full of green water. To our surprise, the entire pool was FULL of tadpoles. And two very big frogs.

Now we know what happens when ALL the eggs hatch and survive. With no natural enemies in the pool, there were literally hundreds of tadpoles swimming around. It was very bizarre.

The Knight and I realized a learning opportunity when we saw one so two hours later we had tadpoles on our deck:

The girls love watching them swim around and slowly change into frogs. So far we've had three complete the transformation and the girls helped to release them each time.

Just another day of spontaneous learning.

We Have Tadpoles!

Giveaway: Baby's Bliss Nipple Cream!

The Guppy hasn't nursed in seven days. I'm so happy that our breastfeeding relationship lasted as long as it did, especially when reflecting back on when she was a newborn and her latch was incorrect. My nipples were so sore and literally looked like raw hamburger!

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Wordless Wednesday: Angel

The light strikes her hair, and I feel like I'm looking at an angel.

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Wordless Wednesday: Angel

Be Still, My Heart

Today she wears my favorite dress. I tell her it has cherries on it, but she insists that they are apples. She puts her hands on her hips as she tells me this, so stubborn and strong with her opinions.

She turns three next month. Her hair is long enough to braid. She hasn't nursed in six days.


Last night, she tells me that she doesn't want to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed anymore. She makes herself a comfy bed out of pillows and blankets on the floor. She falls asleep without nanas or constant cuddles, just a kiss on the cheek and a goodnight hug like the big girls do.

It's going way too fast for me.

Halfway through the night she wakes up. Mommy, I don't want to be a big girl anymore. Can I sleep next to you?

I wake up in the morning with her little arm thrown around my neck, her hair smelling like sunshine. She's still my baby, but for how long?

Please don't let this moment end.

Be Still, My Heart

Not Me Monday

This week, I did not yell a stream of curses at the computer three four times while the girls were in the room.

I did not forget to feed the cat for three days in a row. (And before you animal lovers start sending me hate mail, The Knight always remembers to pick up my slack and feed the cat. So no, she didn't starve).

I did not take off The Guppy's diaper and let her walk around with a bare heiny because I was too lazy to walk upstairs to get a new diaper. (Trust me, I paid for that one. Twice.)

I did not eat six chocolate chip cookies while at a cookout.

I did not lose a library book and I did not tear the house apart trying to find it. And I did not go to the library without it and I did not glare at the checkout librarian when she cheerfully rattled off my late fees.

I did not skip over The Knight's turn on our Netflix queue because I absolutely cannot wait another day to see this movie.

I did not throw away our tax check. Yeah, that was a big one.

And finally, I did not tell The Mermaid that the sprinkler was broken because I wanted to avoid sitting outside in the heat.

I rock.

Not Me Monday