Super Mom.

Here I am again; head barely above water. My legs are tired from kicking to keep me afloat and my arms are filled with groceries, pee soaked Lightning McQueen jammies, and a smart phone….I’m drowning. It’s not a bad place to be, honestly, just very overwhelming. How can you possibly do it all?

Plan/ prep each meal to make sure it’s healthy?

Spend less than $75 each week at Publix?

Keep our family on a budget in general?

Have a decent quiet time?

Read the Harry Potter series?

Find time to exercise?

Spend time with family?

Spend time with girlfriends?

Find time to decorate?

Find time to keep my house clean?

All the above I want to do. Half the above I actually need to do. And a mix between the two is what I actually do. Even though I was up at 6:30am to get in my gym time and spent my lunch break strolling the isle of the grocery store I still won’t have enough time today. Does my house always suffer? Of course. Does my quiet time get cut short from my sleepy eyes getting too sleepy? Obviously. See the problem? A girlfriend shared this wonderful article with me the other day about Super Mom (or design, food, ect) bloggers and how they don’t actually do it all. The blogger was very honest about her normal state of life compared to the one she blogs about; it’s true, who likes to show off the messy part of their life?

My issue is I don’t want to stop writing but at the same time I don’t want to spend half my time apologizing for my lack of life documentation. I want this to be my lifestyle outlet; crappy meals, wonderful moments, woe is me I’m a working mom, and everything in between.

Here I am…one big mess. Let’s just get this out of the way and say I’m busy being busy from now until forever.

{glorious} birthday.

The only reason I’m sharing about my birthday before Moses’ is that after reviewing the 100’s of photos my sister took of the birthday party I still had over 50 I wanted to share. And uploading 50 photos takes a heck of a lot of time. And that is not something I have a lot of. I promise to narrow it down and I might even get crazy and post a FB album because there are just too many worth sharing. But alas, my special day. Or shall I say days.

Overwhelming love. Thanks to Davy, Moses, and my Mom I feel loved every single day of my life; this particular week it’s been extra special. Starting last Monday I have been showered with special treats, small gifts, sweet cards, more treats, celebrations, and love. By Friday I felt like my birthday had already been celebrated and in reality it had just begun kicking off with a delicious lunch with my office family. 

I cannot say enough about how glorious my night out with my very favorite girlfriends was. We all piled into one car and took the 30 mile trip to Thomasville to eat at my most favorite restaurant, Jonah’s. It’s a small, quaint little place off the main street that is Christian owned and serves the best food. I can proudly say I’ve never had a bad experience when going there and this was no exception. To add to the wonderful food was my wonderful girlfriends; whom each I treasure in their own special way and made the night unforgettable. 

The next day the boys and I woke up early and decided to drive to the Jr. Museum for family time. The trip started off right with perfect Starbucks orders and a happy little boy. The weather was perfect, there was only a handful of people there, and we had a blast. We took our time exploring the animals, old farm houses, and the beautiful natural scenery in north Florida. Am I making you sick yet with how wonderful this weekend was? I promise I’m not trying to…it really was just that wonderful!

The afternoon we played volleyball at my mom’s followed by a home cooked meal of all my favorites; steak, scallops, shrimp, harvest salad, baked potatoes, and cake. Oh my gosh can a person really eat all this? Yes. It also felts great being the birthday girl and just laying around not lifting a finger; truly enjoying my special day(s).

 

All the gifts and activities were great but it would not have been the same without all the wonderful Birthday wishes and friends and family giving up their time to celebrate me. Overwhelming love. 

Noms.

Oscar Noms are out! Here are your best picture nominees:

"The Artist" – May be the hardest one for me to sit through; no desire to see.
"The Descendants" – I’ve wanted to see this since watching the first preview; it seems simple (much like The Kids are Alright which I loved) but a good heart filled plot line.
"Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close" – I read about 70% of this book so I am extremely curious to see how it plays out on the big screen. The book was very confusing to me half because of Foer's writing style but also because it jumps around so much to different time periods and story lines. It will be a tear jerker but I’m ready for it!
"Hugo" – I don’t see an animated movie winning. 
"Midnight in Paris" – We almost rented this last weekend so I’m looking forward to seeing it. Woody Allen isn’t me hero or anything but I’m sure it will be worth seeing… as long as it’s nothing like One Day.
"The Help" – Read the book, loved the book. Saw the movie, liked the movie. My fault for reading before seeing (it’s an either/or for me; you can’t love them both) but they did a great job on the southern characters. I don’t see it winning.
"Moneyball" – Just watched this past weekend. It was good, but not great. Good acting, good story line (especially seeing that it’s based off a true story), but nothing too climactic happened making it a slower movie.
"War Horse" – Ok forget The Artist, THIS will be the one that kills me. I have zero desire to see this….zero.
"The Tree of Life" – Will only see this because it’s on Best Picture list. It may surprise me and I’m hoping it does. 

I’m really hoping Extremely Loud or The Descendants blows me away because I think they are big contenders for the award; also because I really want to see them. The Descendants took the Golden Globes which is generally a good indicator but we shall see!

I have just over 30 days to see 7 movies which means I need to spend a couple week nights renting and a couple week nights dragging something to the theater with me. 

I also need to find some friends who will have an Oscar’s viewing party with me. Fancy hair, wine, sweet treats, and a big TV. Any takers?

On your birth date.

Prepare yourself for photo vomit this week. Since this little guy lights up my life we shall start with his birthday. 
 

Tradition around here is going to dinner with family on your birth date. Instead of forcing Moses to sit still at a nicer restaurant we took him to his most favorite place to eat, Chick Fil A! It was perfect; the kids played, we ate chicken, we opened presents, and we ate cake! So simple and enjoyable that I may just throw a birthday party there next year! 

Unfortunately this was the night that Moses started his multi-day stomach bug so the poor guy didn’t even want to eat a piece a cake. When my garbage disposal child doesn’t want to eat a huge slice of cake we knew something was wrong! 

 And this is....The Cake. Davy decided earlier in the week that he HAD to make him a cake! He did all the planning, purchasing, baking, and decorating. I giggled when I first saw the beauty but seeing the proud look on Davy's face made this messy thing into a wonderful memory!

Hello, it’s me, Avoidance.

Hello, it’s me, Avoidance. Half the time I want to press my fingers hard against the keys and sloppily right out everything I am feeling at the exact moment I’m feeling it. I want to be raw, guted, exposed. The other half the time I’m keeping it all buried it deep down in the corner or my heart reversed for those not so sunny days. It’s a strange medium to feel so much on the inside and on the outside you’re happily smiling at a co worker walking by or saying a funny remark on Twitter. 
 

Who am I really, internet? 

I am loving, caring, loyal. I’m Mommy, Babe, Caroline. I’m also the 20-something year old family who struggles, or the insecure post baby body woman, or the frustrated friend. It’s so easy to keep it surface but what about my promise to open up with myself on these pages? I thought this was my space and the only other people who read it are those who support and care about me?

Things have been a little rough this week. Reality is hitting hard and my thoughts are busy crunching numbers, praying, spending time sulking, praying some more, watching Grey’s Anatomy on DVD, relying on God, and eating sweets. I can’t believe I just turned this not so humorous reality into a whitty sentence. I guess because deep down I know God will provide even if it’s not in the capacity I’m imagining; really there is no reason to be so in the dumps about it like I have been. If you’re married, or simply a paying bills “real” adult you understand money struggles can be stressful. I’ve just let the stress beat me down big time.

For the past couple months things have been slowly changing for our family. It’s a strange thing what stress and decisions will make you do; mostly for the better. We’re growing, we’re being molded, we’re changing. I’ve realized some things about my life that I have been so naive not to see. I’ve also had time to figure out some things I really love and want to do more of. Maybe some of those things will become memories written down on these pages or maybe they will be things that will take me away from these pages all together.

Hello, it’s me, Honesty.

Passy? {what passy}

I’m premature in writing this but maybe that’s just what I need; to make it real. I knew this day had been coming but just wasn’t sure when or how it would work. The conversation, the aftermath, the backlash; all leading up to the moment our house no longer owns passies.

Passy has been a dear friend to Moses since the first week he came home but now that he is THREE and can fully articulate a conversation the pacifier has got to go. He only has it for bedtime (not even weekday naps) however he treasures that time it brings him comfort. Before bed while he was picking out stories I started to tell him one day he will have to say goodbye to it. That he is a big boy now and his baby friends are the only ones who should have passies. We talked about who his baby friends were (all those who are around 1 years old) and how it would make me very proud if he shared and let them have his passies. I don’t how it transitioned from one day to today but it did and it happened. I tucked it under my leg and just like that we started reading.

He asked for it and by the time I laid him down he decided he no longer wanted to share. The begging turned to crying and frustration. I kept reassuring him he was big and didn’t need one anymore…that I was proud of him for sharing. It’s funny how he finds such comfort in sucking rubber to put him to sleep. In a desperate plea for help he leaned into my neck and slightly bit/ sucked on my skin for a moment hoping it was a passy. We both laughed knowing how silly he was being.

A few moments after I left his room I heard him in the hallway running into my arms. A few more minutes later I walked back in the hall to find him standing by the door telling me he was sick and threw up. He showed me his spit in the toilet and turned into a Drama King overacting his faux feelings. A few more reassuring talks and back rubs later he was asleep. He did it; he put himself to sleep without a passy! And he went all night without waking for it once.

This morning he came into my bed and suddenly remember I had a green passy in my hand the night before while reading stories…and he wanted it. No way was that going to happen. I hid it in a place he will never look hoping yesterday was the last day ever he’ll have one. My goal now is to continue to tell him how proud we are for his decision and then find every single passy that’s hiding in the house and put them away before he finds it!As weird as this may sound I'm slightly emotional about this big step in his toddler-hood! 

Just one more way he's becoming bigger and bigger and bigger as he puts it.

A sneak peak

I'd call the birthday party a success.