… and just like that, my little baby is 6 months old today.
I’ve been feeling all sorts of everything lately: blissful, sad, envious and nostalgic. In my heart it feels as though it should be autumn, having grown up on the east coast of Canada, but Las Vegas remains steadfast in its determination to keep summer around. This morning we actually had the front and back doors open for a good hour, so for now I will cling to this and take small victories wherever and whenever I can find them.
The problem is that I can’t seem to get my mind off of autumn. My house smells of pumpkin spice, my tea collection has grown exponentially, blankets now litter the house ready to be cuddled under, and I’m sniffing around for a change in the air.
Fall has always been my favorite. I’m anxious to get outside with DJ and introduce him to everything that he has – for the most part – been sheltered from because of the sun and heat. I want him to love fall the way that I do; I want the three of us to love it as a family, the way that I did growing up.
The other concern that I have been unable to shake these days is my failure to document life in words the way that I used to. My thoughts have always been slippery and they disappear quickly, easily crushed my distraction, and so: days go by without me writing a single word. Twenty-nine year old me is screaming for inspiration to hit me the way they did twenty-year old me. I was a powerhouse back then, I couldn’t put the damn pen down. I can’t help but wonder why at the point in my life where the most is happening, where the most has changed, have I seemingly gone silent? And as a writer who has always needed to record my thoughts the moment they enter my mind, how do I balance this with motherhood?
All of these thoughts and concerns culminate in my day to day life, and I just can’t shake the feeling that it’s tied to the seasons, and that somehow, in some magical force beyond me, autumn will bring with it a sense of peace and contentment, and maybe, just maybe, some balance.
Taking part in project life has been such a freeing, satisfying adventure. It has allowed me to be creative in ways I hadn’t really experience since my days of painting and sketching. I’ve tried new things left, right and center: new designs, new colors, more embellishments, no embellishments, lots of journaling, no journaling, big photos. What I’ve discovered is that I like to keep things really simple.
And so, I’m hosting a giveaway so that one lucky person can get some use out of my cards! I’m giving away a mix of Seafoam and Midnight Edition cards:
- 33 4×6 title cards (8 different designs)
- 15 4×6 folding journaling cards (5 different designs)
- 103 3×4 journaling/filler cards (many, many different designs)
How to win
- Comment below, telling me how you would use the cards
- Follow me on instagram (bigcityquiet) and leave a comment below telling me your username
- Follow me on twitter (bigcityquiet) and leave a comment below telling me your username
- Tweet about the giveaway and leave a comment below with the tweet URL
- Blog about the giveaway and leave a comment below with the URL
Adventures in sippy cup land. I read somewhere that kids have been known to drink from a sippy cup as early as 5 months, so naturally, I wanted to give it a shot. He immediately got the hang of holding it and bringing it right to his lips. He will even suck on the lip. What we have to work on is the tilt in order for him to get any of the water out. But by golly, he’s learning so quickly already.
I printed photos and wrote directly on them, and also included some journalling cards, which I realize I haven’t been doing much of lately. I really should try to include more journalling in my spreads from here on out.
Becoming a parent is a total learning curve, this much I know is true. Since I had so much fun with the first list, I decided to compile another.
- My bladder is shot. As in, I feel like along with feeding, changing and playing with my son, all I ever do is use the restroom.
- My breasts post breast feeding. Ugh. Enough said.
- How quickly I learnt what is right and wrong for my child.
- The way I often curse myself for not following my instincts. While I was pregnant I confided in a friend that I had very little experience with babies. She said: “you will be surprised how much is pure instinct. Never discount that.”
- If a child is crying – in say, a store – I more often than not find myself either bouncing up and down or swaying from side to side. Seriously, it happens without me even thinking, and then I’m looking around, embarrassed, wondering if anyone saw me.
- Shopping for a child is just as fun, if not more fun, than shopping for myself. It’s like having my own real life doll.
- Diaper changes very quickly became so routine that I don’t even think about it. A big, stinky poop doesn’t faze me in the least. Ask my husband however….
- You have discovered your – what i like to call – yelling voice. And I can’t help but smile every time you open your mouth and go to town.
- There is always one song that has the equal effect of both soothing a baby, and making him smile. That song for DJ is “I see the moon” which my mom sang to him one day while we were visiting them. Now I sing it to him numerous times a day.