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Eeep! This was supposed to be posted yesterday - but Mr. Bean and I are on vacation and you know how that goes sometimes... Anyway! I will post again later today with the winners of the giveaways last two weeks. But for now... enjoy the last guest post of the BLOGiversary!
This final post is from a new friend... acquaintance? Fellow blogger. I am not sure how I even stumbled upon her site though I'm assuming its because of some of our shared interests in parenting. I love her writing and the tiny little glims I get into her life. I really appreciate when she writes about parenting type things - like breastfeeding, teaching your baby sign language, or babywearing - just because She's a few steps ahead of me in the motherhood stage of life (she's racing around with a sweet little 1 year old... and I'm not quite yet ready to have kids) and I appreciate learning from her.
"A day in the life..." of Em
Most people wake up to an alarm clock- that insistent “Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!” If you’re my husband, a melodic cell phone ring chimes “Ding ding ding, ding ding ding,” but since that doesn’t actually wake him up, it’s usually a shove from me that does the honors. My alarm clock is varies in its approach; sometimes, it’s a high-pitched, cheerful, “Hi!” Sometimes it moves straight to a kiss on the lips. Other days, when I open my eyes, I see two huge blue ones staring strait into mine as she opens and closes her hand in the ASL sign for milk. Always, waking is followed by cuddling. Neither of us is a morning person, per se, and why rush out of bed when we can slowly ease into the day? As soon as we roll out of bed, though, Tye hits the ground running with energy only embodied by one year olds.
The rest of our day follows familiar rhythms; after our cuddly warmup, we accomplish potty time, teeth brushing, and getting dressed. Then we take Mico, our 110 pound Cane Corso, for a quick walk, with Tye riding on my back in the Ergo Baby carrier. When we come inside, I whip up breakfast- usually eggs, either scrambled with vegetables or over easy atop vegetables. We eat together and chat about our day. After breakfast, Tye plays while I do chores. If I finish before her late morning naptime, we burn off some energy walking to the park or dancing together inside.
While Tye naps, I check emails, write, read, cook, and finish those tasks that are so much easier without little hands helping. When Tye wakes, we have a late lunch (it’s often 2pm by this time). Then we play with friends, go to the park, run errands, or take Mico for a really long, leisurely walk. If we haven’t already, we walk Mico again, then head home around 5 so I can start dinner, which we eat at about 5:30. After dinner, we play with Daddy if he’s home or Skype him if he’s traveling for work. Tye helps put on her pajamas and brush teeth before we read a few books. Then Tye and I rock in the chair in her room, lullabyes playing on the iPod speakers, until she falls asleep and I ease her into bed. I spend my evenings finishing chores or reading, or occasionally watching DVR’ed episodes of our favorite shows with Tyler: Top Chef, Modern Family, Thirty Rock. When Tye wakes during the night, she joins me in bed and we snuggle until she chooses my wakeup for the next day.
Doesn’t that rhythm sound peaceful? Really, it is- the ebb and flow of our day allows us to welcome the new pace of each next activity. Don’t get me wrong- life happens within this pattern. When Tye decides to empty the entire contents of my bathroom cabinets onto the floor or “help” me unpack the eggs from their grocery bag, or when she’s sick or teething and wants to nurse nonstop, sometimes our routines pause. Sometimes they go out the window and I look back at the end of the day wondering What happened today??? No matter how crazy and chaotic the day becomes, portions of our rhythm always remain to bring us comfort. Tye always knows that no matter what, we walk Mico in the morning and evening; we wipe hands and faces after we eat; we read books before we rock to sleep. And I know that no matter what happens during the day, I’ll wake the next morning to those sweet blue eyes smiling up at me.
Check back later to find out if you are a winner!
This final post is from a new friend... acquaintance? Fellow blogger. I am not sure how I even stumbled upon her site though I'm assuming its because of some of our shared interests in parenting. I love her writing and the tiny little glims I get into her life. I really appreciate when she writes about parenting type things - like breastfeeding, teaching your baby sign language, or babywearing - just because She's a few steps ahead of me in the motherhood stage of life (she's racing around with a sweet little 1 year old... and I'm not quite yet ready to have kids) and I appreciate learning from her.
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"A day in the life..." of Em
Most people wake up to an alarm clock- that insistent “Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!” If you’re my husband, a melodic cell phone ring chimes “Ding ding ding, ding ding ding,” but since that doesn’t actually wake him up, it’s usually a shove from me that does the honors. My alarm clock is varies in its approach; sometimes, it’s a high-pitched, cheerful, “Hi!” Sometimes it moves straight to a kiss on the lips. Other days, when I open my eyes, I see two huge blue ones staring strait into mine as she opens and closes her hand in the ASL sign for milk. Always, waking is followed by cuddling. Neither of us is a morning person, per se, and why rush out of bed when we can slowly ease into the day? As soon as we roll out of bed, though, Tye hits the ground running with energy only embodied by one year olds.
The rest of our day follows familiar rhythms; after our cuddly warmup, we accomplish potty time, teeth brushing, and getting dressed. Then we take Mico, our 110 pound Cane Corso, for a quick walk, with Tye riding on my back in the Ergo Baby carrier. When we come inside, I whip up breakfast- usually eggs, either scrambled with vegetables or over easy atop vegetables. We eat together and chat about our day. After breakfast, Tye plays while I do chores. If I finish before her late morning naptime, we burn off some energy walking to the park or dancing together inside.
While Tye naps, I check emails, write, read, cook, and finish those tasks that are so much easier without little hands helping. When Tye wakes, we have a late lunch (it’s often 2pm by this time). Then we play with friends, go to the park, run errands, or take Mico for a really long, leisurely walk. If we haven’t already, we walk Mico again, then head home around 5 so I can start dinner, which we eat at about 5:30. After dinner, we play with Daddy if he’s home or Skype him if he’s traveling for work. Tye helps put on her pajamas and brush teeth before we read a few books. Then Tye and I rock in the chair in her room, lullabyes playing on the iPod speakers, until she falls asleep and I ease her into bed. I spend my evenings finishing chores or reading, or occasionally watching DVR’ed episodes of our favorite shows with Tyler: Top Chef, Modern Family, Thirty Rock. When Tye wakes during the night, she joins me in bed and we snuggle until she chooses my wakeup for the next day.
Doesn’t that rhythm sound peaceful? Really, it is- the ebb and flow of our day allows us to welcome the new pace of each next activity. Don’t get me wrong- life happens within this pattern. When Tye decides to empty the entire contents of my bathroom cabinets onto the floor or “help” me unpack the eggs from their grocery bag, or when she’s sick or teething and wants to nurse nonstop, sometimes our routines pause. Sometimes they go out the window and I look back at the end of the day wondering What happened today??? No matter how crazy and chaotic the day becomes, portions of our rhythm always remain to bring us comfort. Tye always knows that no matter what, we walk Mico in the morning and evening; we wipe hands and faces after we eat; we read books before we rock to sleep. And I know that no matter what happens during the day, I’ll wake the next morning to those sweet blue eyes smiling up at me.
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Check back later to find out if you are a winner!
This is so sweet. While I am not ready to be a mother myself yet, thinking of it this way does make it sound so peaceful and wonderful. It makes motherhood something I really look forward to experiencing one day.