Today, our sweet boy turned 3 years old. The sun is setting on this day and I am marveling at this wonderful person with whom we have been blessed. I am amazed by his spunk and adventurous spirit.
We had a quiet family dinner and a whole lot of sugar. Happy birthday sweet boy. We love you! Read More
If you have been following along here for a while, you may have noticed that it’s been quiet around here. This might have been the longest writing hiatus I’ve taken since I started blogging back in 2011 (?). Well, I’ve still been microblogging over at Instagram but I haven’t had the wherewithal to write here in a while.
It’s been a busy, hectic, stressful, anxiety-inducing, joyful, wondrous past few months. Ups, downs, and sideways. I want to try to fill you in on the highlights and lowlights, because I’m all about keeping it real and authentic (gag).
But if you’re not in for a wordy post here is the tl;dr gist — The kids are good, I’m just okay, but I’m surrounded by support and love.
Now for the meaty bits.
The biggest news is that my anxiety has flared up. It’s been an exceptionally challenging few months. I finally reached out to a mental health provider to start on a plan to get better. I’m still searching for a therapist, but I took the first step in asking for help. Believe me, that was the most challenging part. My husband has been supportive, nurturing, and a true partner in all this. Due to my hectic work schedule and the demands of three small children, I wasn’t finding time for myself to decompress or destress. It finally caught up for me and after a few breakdowns, I said enough was enough.
It’s still a process obviously and I haven’t found a therapist yet. But there is something cathartic in the initiation, in the beginning, in the relinquishing of my death grip on everything. Knowing and ADMITTING that I am not well and cannot do it on my own has been a first step in management and recovery. I’m no where near “better” (if there is such a thing) but I’ve been doing some things to help. Read More
In honor of the new year, I thought I would write a family update. I am grateful for our health and for our cozy home on our little island. 2018 was full of big changes, events, and surprises. I know I am looking forward to the year ahead — with all its ups and downs, family, friends, and faith. I present to you the State of the Hive Address.
It has been a couple of days since Henry’s first hair cut and I’ve been able to emotionally process this milestone. (Just kidding, I’m still crying.)
I had been meaning to give Henry a hair cut for a while now because, as much as I adore his little curls and flippy ends, he was having trouble seeing. His hair would fall right in front of his eyes and only let me tie his bangs back some of the time. I was debating going to a professional, but alas, I decided that we would all be less traumatized if I did it at home.
I have been cutting Paul’s hair for our entire marriage and while I am by no means an expert, I thought I could figure it out. Now that we’ve washed it and it’s been a couple days, I see a few areas I want to touch up, but overall it’s okay (I think…).
He was a champ throughout the trim and I’d like to give a big shout out to Daniel Tiger and organic lollipops from Trader Joe’s. You’re the real MVP.
Now that he has this little hair trim, he looks all grown up and like a big kid and not a baby and again, I’m crying. He’s also talking a lot more and while I know that has nothing to do with the hair cut, he suddenly seems like such a big boy now. Read More
Henry turned two today. I cried two bucket-fulls, so right on track.
Our little boy is quite a spitfire. He is the opinionated, passionate, loving, stubborn, snuggly, contemplative, and we just love him oh so much. For his birthday, I brought cupcakes for sharing to his school and we shared a family meal this evening. I am just in awe at this person he is becoming. He is going to be a fantastic big brother.
I thank God for the gift of his life. Read More