When you find out you’re pregnant, exercising may not be the first thing that races through your mind. No pun intended. This is especially true during the first trimester because it seems like sleeping 24/7 wouldn’t even be enough. It can be very difficult to find the energy during pregnancy to get up and workout, but for me (and so many others), it was SO worth it.
Okay – you’re 4-6 months into this baby-raising thing. You’re starting to feel like a pro with diapers, naps, bottles and/or breastfeeding. But at your 6-month appointment (or maybe sooner) your pediatrician tells you it’s time to start solids. Baby food. Lovely.
On my 21st birthday, my mom handed me a large stack of papers in a pretty box, all neatly stapled together. She said, “This is something that I have wanted to give you for a long time.” As I started looking at the pages, my mom explained to me that every year on my birthday she would sit down and write a letter to my birth mom… (I was adopted, and I’ll share more on this in a different post). She made a copy of every single letter and kept it; waiting for the right time to give them to me.
It’s important to me to include my kids in the everyday things I do. Whether it’s baking a cake, cooking dinner, decorating or even checking my emails, I want to teach them how to do “real life” tasks. It gives us more time together plus it makes doing those monotonous tasks much more fun. It could even spark a passion inside them…you never know, I may be raising the next Bobby Flay or Joanna Gaines.
Our story began at App State where I was a cheerleader and he played football. When we first met, I thought he was cute but hated his outfit. I never thought twice about meeting him but boy did God have a plan.