Mommy Monday

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I spend the better part of my day correcting Huff the Tot.

 

“Wash your hands.” 

 

“Do NOT sit on your brother!”

 

“Close your mouth when you chew.”

 

“Get the Legos out of your bed, its nap time!” 

 

“Stop playing in the trash!”

 

“Get your hands out of your pants!” 

 

“Stop climbing on the dresser!” 

 

I seriously feel like I’m talking to a wall. There are days I wonder if any of what I am saying is getting through that threenager brain of hers.

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But then, last night, something amazing happened. I said, “Hermione, go get your bear. Its time to go.”

What did she say?

“Yes, ma’am,” and did it.

She literally said those words and got her bear. Without a fight. Without a whine. Without a, “But I want to staaaaayyyyy!!!!”

It. Was. GLORIOUS. I realized what I say IS getting through! She IS listening! There IS hope after all! Maybe I AM getting the hang of this mom thing!

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Then, she farted in my face as I tried buckling her into her car seat.

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Eh, you win some, you lose some.

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I cannot believe we are already nearing the end of March! I feel like this year is already FLYING by! It seems like only yesterday I was pregnant, chasing around a toddler, and trying to get the nursery ready for Huff the Babe! Now, that little cutie is ONE! Which makes me super sad and also super happy at the same time. Why? Because that means I’m weaning HtB! I’m having a lot of feelings about it.

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On one hand, I’m SUPER happy to get my body back. And be able to wear whatever I want.

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Plus, Huff the Babe has five–FIVE!–teeth now. There’s really no need to elaborate on why I’m ready to wean a kid with teeth…

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But I’m also going to miss the bonding aspect of it all. I’m going to miss having that little bundle snuggled up next to me while I give him something no one else in the world can give him.

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But, its time. Nursing Huff the Tot wasn’t a too-terrible experience. She weaned pretty well and, even though I did get mastitis with her, it wasn’t that bad! This go-round, its been a different story.

From the beginning, I couldn’t quite get the little guy to latch on perfectly. Which led to clogged ducts, milk blisters (I seriously have been getting them every two days since he got his first tooth!), and cracked/sore/bleeding nips. Sorry; that got real o’clock. But its the truth! Add into that mix the fact that he was STILL waking at night to nurse at least twice until he turned nine months and I’ve been feeling like a milking cow for a year!

But even with all of that, it has 100,000,000% been worth it. Ergo, the emotional upheaval I’m experiencing at this very moment.

I’ll miss the bonding and the feeling of being a superwoman…

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I’ll also miss the ability to eat treats and not worry (too much) about the scale…

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But I won’t miss only having one arm to perform certain tasks…

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…Or the CONSTANT, ravenous, give-me-a-turkey-leg-or-I’m-going-to-die hunger pains that a bf-er knows all too well.

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So if you see me over the nest few weeks, clutching a shake from Sonic and doing the “Kim Kardashian Ugly Cry”, you’ll know why.

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Happy New Year!

Typically I do an end of the year wrap-up blog post before the new year, but the holiday season is basically one long whirlwind of cheese, get-togethers, and mad dashes to Walmart for things you forgot. Hence, today’s post.

I don’t think I’m saying anything new when I tell you that 2016 was rough. Between everyone being stressed out about the election; not being able to state your opinion without being flogged by keyboard judge, jury, and executioners; the many attacks across our nation and the world; the loss of musicians, actors, writers and public figures we grew up with; and people losing dear family members and friends, I was not sad to see 2016 go.

BUT…

Last year was also a great year. So many great things happened to the Huffman clan:

 

We welcomed our newest addition!

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I became a SAHM (who works two days a week).

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I firmly believe leaving my full-time job of five years was the best decision for our family. Has it been easy? Oh hecks naw! Has it always been a blast? Hahahahahahaha! No. But has it been worth it? Abso-freaking-lutely! I love my kiddos and I’m so glad I get to spend this time with them. I truly feel like I am being molded and shaped into a new person. These adorable little turkeys are teaching me what real love is, patience, self-control, and to not sweat the small stuff.

 

Huff the Tot is Potty-Trained!

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Y’all, potty training was an interesting road we traveled down this year. It was exhausting, overwhelming, time-consuming, and I thought it might break me a time or two. But Huff the Tot is FINALLY potty-trained! It is such a glorious feeling to only have one diaper to change! Don’t get me wrong–the kid still wears a diaper at nap time and bedtime–but she regularly takes herself to the bathroom and hasn’t had an accident in WEEKS! That was a huge weight lifted this year!

And, there were several other great things that happened in 2016! Don’t believe me? Just watch:

What were your favorite moments from last year? Share in the comments below!

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Before I had kids, I loved hearing the hilarious things that would come out of my niece and nephews’ mouths. It reminded me of that show from late 80’s/early 90’s, Kid’s Say the Darndest Things. Remember that show? Bill Cosby would have a bunch of kids on stage and he’d ask them random questions and they’d say stuff like:

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(Preach, sistah.)

So once Huff the Tot started forming words together, I couldn’t wait to hear what she’d say. Mostly because I know she’s inherited her mother’s mouth and I knew I was in for a lot of payback after what I put my parents through. And let me tell you, that child has not disappointed. Here are a few gems from Huff the Tot:

 

*Driving past hospital* 

HtT: Mommy, that’s the hos’pial. Let’s go put baby brudder back in your tummy.

 

Yeah, doesn’t work like that, kid. 

 

*Huff the Babe cries in the other room*

HtT (over her shoulder as she walks by): Mommy, baby brudder’s cwying. He’s hungwy for your boobie. 

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Maybe I shouldn’t have been so open about breastfeeding…

 

HtT: Mommy, I got a secwet. 

Me: You’ve got a secret? Can you tell me? 

HtT: Uh huh. 

Me: Well, what is it? 

HtT: *looks around, cups her mouth and whispers* Stars. 

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Oh those bright things in the sky? They’re a secret only Hermione knows about. And now me. 

 

HtT: Mommy, where’s Daddy? 

Me: He’s in the shower, sweetie. 

HtT: Oh the shower? He a stinky. Stinky like a skunk. 

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Pretty much. 

 

Me: *goes to get HtT out of bed* Good morning, sweetie! I love you!

HtT: *scowls* Mommy, your hair is CWAZY. 

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Gee, thanks. 

 

What about you? What’s something that your kid has said that made you laugh? (Or made you try really hard NOT to laugh?) Share in the comments below!

 

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Y’all, its been rough around the Huffman Homestead lately. Huff the Hubs was out of town all last week and this week, leaving 7 1/2 months pregnant me alone with Huff the Tot. Thankfully, I’ve had family and friends to help me out. Pretty sure I owe about 8 different people fruit baskets after these two weeks are up!

I haven’t been sleeping well. Mostly because Hermione hasn’t been sleeping well. Her normal bedtime is 7:30 p.m. However, my little Gryffindor hasn’t been falling asleep (slash staying in her bed) until about 10:30 p.m. And then she wakes around 1:00 a.m. And again at 7:00 a.m. She fights her naps with everything within her. She’s also been flipping out during bath time. Seriously; its like she’s part cat or something.

Needless to say, I’ve cried A LOT over the past 7 1/2 days.

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I’ve also been praying (A LOT) that Hermione would nap and sleep at night.

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And it seems like all of my prayers have been answered… except the ones regarding Hermione’s sleep. Yesterday, I had a full-on meltdown about it. Why was He not answering my prayers? Why was he letting me suffer? (And yes, I sure did say suffer. You try being pregnant with a non-sleeping two year old and you tell me how YOU’D describe what you’re going through.)

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Then, I started thinking about it. I remembered a quote said by tons of people many times: “When you pray, God’s answers are normally ‘yes’, ‘no’, or ‘wait’.” But then I thought, “What if there’s a fourth response? Such as: ‘I’m teaching you something.”

That’s when I realized God was working on me during these two weeks. And what has He been teaching me?

 

Grace

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Its tough sometimes to remember that kids are just that, kids. They don’t know as much as adults do because they haven’t had the same experience we have. As my dad so eloquently put it, “She’s only been on Earth two years! Cut her some slack!” So that’s what I’ve been doing. Those times at night when I’m so exhausted I can’t remember my own name and she’s been out of bed twenty times, I repeat to myself, “She’s only two. She’s only two. Show her grace, but be firm that she’s sleeping in her own bed.” Its actually helped A LOT.

 

Patience

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I’ve never been a patient person. But these past two weeks (and, really, the past two years of being a parent) have really helped me refine my patience. I’m in no way close to being as patient as some, but I can feel God working on me in that area.

 

Self-Control 

Though I have totally cried just about everyday, I feel like my self-control is being polished. Nothing makes you dig deep into your reserves of self-control when your child is kicking and thrashing around and you’re still able to stay calm when you just want to pull a Beast:

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And even though I know I still have A LOT of work to do with myself, I think having this perspective will help me out the rest of this week, as well as when Huff the Babe makes his grand entrance into the world.

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(Sidebar: To all the military wives/moms and single moms out there, I salute you. I know I’m only getting a tiny taste of what you deal with on a daily basis and that makes me want to salute you, girl.)

 

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Well, its the Monday after Christmas. Time to take down all the decor, vacuum up the tree needles, and eat all the Christmas candy before the New Year brings in its resolutions to lose weight.

I hope everyone had a very merry Christmas! We certainly had a great time at the Huffman Homestead. It was insanely busy, but still great. There were a few things I wish I could’ve changed… like my kid’s reaction to Christmas morning.

Before you have kids, you imagine all sorts of scenarios: your kid behaving like an angel at restaurants, never allowing them to watch TV, and how pleasant and magical Christmas morning will be.

Then, you have a child. And you get a big ‘o dose of reality.

Your child throws a tantrum at Olive Garden because they don’t have Chick-Fil-A nuggets.

You hit “Next Episode” three times on Netflix because you’d rather listen to Daniel Tiger talk about going potty than a screaming child.

And Christmas is a wrapping paper and cardboard box blur of trying to get toys out of the Fort Knox-like packaging before your child starts crying.

Yes, our dreams very rarely live up to reality.

Take our Christmas morning for example.

I thought it would be beautiful and wonderful and Huff the Tot would wake up in a GREAT mood, ready to see what Santa brought her.

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I underestimated, however, how much like her mother she really is. This is what really happened:

 

Sigh. 

Oh well. There’s always next year, right?

 

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This weekend was super busy and crazy-stressful. I was trying to get stuff done around the house and for Christmas; Huff the Hubs was doing the same. Huff the Tot was being crazy–most likely because she saw that Momma and Daddy were stressed out and thought, “Hmm, how can I make them lose ALL of their hair?”

I went to bed Saturday night hoping Sunday would be better. I ended up waking up around 4:30 a.m. and couldn’t go back to sleep. The rest of the day was pretty harried as well and finally, at 4:00 p.m., I told HtH, “I need a break from Hermione. And you. And this house.”

So I picked up my mom and we did a little shopping. I was only gone for about an hour, but it was blissful. I felt sort of bad, leaving HtH alone with Huff the Tot, but I knew I needed a break. Then, when I got home, my little Gryffindor greeted me at the door with a big bear hug around my knees.

“Momma!” she cried, and smiled wide.

“Hi baby,” I said, giving her a squeeze.

Then she said three words that made my heart melt and also made me feel like the worst mother in the world:

“I missed you!”

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Yeah… I was pretty inconsolable.

I felt awful! This little girl missed me and just an hour and a half earlier, I was desperate for a break. I know I need to take time out for myself because I can’t be a good mom if I’m stressed out all the time, but still…In that moment (and still now) I felt so guilty.

Have you ever felt like that? How do you cope? Share in the comments below!