Part 2: Baby sis arrives

“How cool would it be to overproduce?” —Young, naive, Sarah, pre-children

My baby is two years old. This birthday hit a lot harder than his first. I’m sure because it is his last as an only child. And because he’s just grown so much in the last six months. And every day he gets a little bigger. And a little smarter. And sassier. He is, after all, my child.

Our breastfeeding journey lasted 14 months and 2 days and I am so grateful. It was a beautiful journey, but not every moment was magical.

I’m starting to understand that this is what motherhood is—you can’t protect them all of the time from all of the things. It is true of every age and every stage, and only gets harder as they get older.

Adults measure time in days, weeks, hours, and years. Babies--toddlers--pass their time in phases.

I recently read somewhere a phrase that has really stuck with me. To paraphrase: “He will never be this young again; neither will you.”

I’m going to miss all of these little moments when I go back to work.

Parenting is wild, ya’ll. Just wild.

Being a parent changes you. It changes everything.

I share a lot of adorable pictures of my son--because he is adorable--but that those are highlights, and our days aren't all highlights. So this month, I decided to share some pictures of what being a mom looks like in real life.

My dad loved babies, and oh how he would have simply adored mine. Everett was born 8 years and 8 days too late to meet his Grandpa Tom. And that will never really feel okay.

So the 4th trimester is officially over. This has been the best 3 months of my life. And the hardest. And now I have to be a working mom, when all I want to be is a stay at home mom. Those are words I honestly never thought I’d say.

One of the greatest expectations when you have a child--one that everyone talks about--is feeling that special bond with your child. I realized one day, that I wasn't feeling bonded.

This post was supposed to be ready two weeks ago.

Make plans, God laughs--and so does your baby!

My favorite thing to hear from people is how beautiful and perfect my son is, because I get to respond: “Thanks, I made him myself. Well, mostly. #science.”

This is a post so, so long in the making. And yet, I've waited weeks to write it.

The holidays are not always the most wonderful time of the year. There, I said it.

I've been called brave. A warrior. Some days, that helps.