This past weekend was riddled with three long nights of sleeplessness. I was exhausted and frustrated. I was mean to my family. I had just published a post on missing those newborn sleepless nights and here I was cursing myself for ever wishing for such a thing. I try so hard to enjoy my time with my little guy but sometimes it is hard. It is harder than I ever imagined it would be. Harder than I thought possible. There are some days when I don’t know how we survive. Like magic, we always do though.
Just when I started using phrases like “you’ll drive me to drink” (which happens to be one of my favorite sayings from my own childhood), I stumbled upon 100 happy days. Just a simple website designed to encourage noticing the small things in our day to day existence that make us happy because honestly everyday is not all sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes we have to work a little harder to find the happy.
The truth is I am never to busy to be happy. I am never to busy to play with my son or enjoy him. In fact, I am extremely blessed with a husband who reminds me often that my only job right now is my son. The house, the laundry, the grocery shopping, the dinner….none of that stuff matters. It will all get done eventually and in the meantime I should rock my son, nurse my son, go for a run, take a nap, take a shower or do whatever needs to be done to make me a better mom. I don’t always listen. I don’t always hear him in the the thick of it all but when calmness replaces the chaos, I can hear clearly. He wants us to be happy. I am fortunate.
I am doing the #100happydays challenge on Instagram right now. Just a snapshot of something in each day that brings a little sunshine to my life. You can follow me on my Instagram account at superfreshbabypants to see my happy place each day. Better yet, you can join me in the challenge to find your happy in each day.
Yesterday, I shared a little about my holiday hustle dilemma. You can read more about it here.
While I spent a significant amount of time in big box stores scooping up obligatory gift cards for all of the teenagers on my gift list, I was able to choose a few gifts with meaning this year which always makes my holiday season a little brighter. One of my favorite gifts this year that I gave was a canvas print of babypants.
I used this recent photo from a family photo shoot to order a canvas print from Easy Canvas Prints. The ordering process was super simple. I chose a single print option and the modest size of 8×10 with the standard .75 wraparound, although there are multiple sizing and wraparound options available! I uploaded the image seen above and chose the mirrored wraparound option. Since this picture was professionally shot, I opted out of any editing or color options offered. The entire ordering process from start to finish took less than 5 minutes to complete! I ordered at the height of the holiday rush and it took approximately a week turn around for my print to arrive on my doorstep.
I love it! It is such a perfect gift with so much meaning for my little family. I hope the recipient enjoys it as much as I enjoyed the process of creating it!
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Are you a gift card, store bought or home made type of gift giver? What kind of gifts do you favor to receive?
FTC Disclosure: I was provided with a product to review for this post. As always, all thoughts are my own and I only work with brands whose products I love and can or would purchase with my own money.
I’ve been doing the holiday hustle lately.
Its a lot like Dancing with the Stars. Except no fancy outfits. No televised appearances. No trainer teaching me the steps. Instead, it was all me, all the time, doing the hustle, fox trot and two step to the sounds of Christmas music, long lines and cash registers ringing.
I love the holidays. It is by far my favorite time of year. I love the baking, the wrapping, the holiday music, the lights, the trees, the decorations and the overall magic of the season. Yes, the magic. I hope you see and feel it too.
I don’t love the holiday hustle though. I don’t love the excessive consumption associated with the holidays, whether it is food, alcohol or presents. This time of year signifies overindulgence. In fact, it encourages overindulgence. I spent a little too much time overindulging and feeling stressed by the hustle and “things” and not enough time enjoying the magic.
I did manage to sneak some of the magic in though but next year I hope for more magic….less hustle.
Enjoy the magic. Enjoy the hustle. Enjoy the new year.
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We successfully logged one mini vacation with roundtrip air under our belts. My kid totally rocked the trip and was a baby of leisure while we were away. He must have gotten the vacation memo before we left.
He rocked the whole moving jet in the sky with no where to go but my lap on both legs of the trip. He also was the complete dream baby while we sat on the tarmac for two hours waiting for take off. Apparently there was some sort of tornado behavior in the northeast keeping me trapped in my seat. A heads up would be nice mother nature….jus’ sayin’.
We made sure to pack his favorites again while flying the friendly skies.
He did all the normal things a baby does while on vacation. He belly laughed when he met the pool and tried to eat his float. Cried when he met the ocean. Second meeting went a little better but he’s pretty much not a fan. He took his first big boy bath and shower and pretty much just chilled while chowing down on avocado.
The trip was all well and good until we returned home with an unsuspecting rash. I’ve developed a rash on my leg and my little one is developing one on his face. We’ve already been to the derm who says it’s no big deal. A little antibacterial soap can handle it apparently. Personally, I find it absolutely disgusting and google is not my friend right now.
I’ve determined that Florida can keep its crappy parting gifts and dirty disgusting rash inducing pools. I’ll keep my new swimsuits and maxi dresses. Thank you very much.