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ramblingsofasortadomesticgoddess:

inthe-sunflowerfield:

Being a Mom
Being a mom is late nights up watching your babies sleep, crying because you aren’t sure how you got so blessed
Being a mom is cluster nursing until you think your boobs are going to fall off.
Being a mom is toys everywhere and laundry that is never ending
Being a mom is never eating a hot meal, or when you do finally get to sit down to eat that hot meal little fingers stealing your meal right off your plate.
Being a mom is saying things you never thought you would have to say like “NO! We don’t touch the cats buttonhole now come wash your hands!”
Being a mom is tantrums because a favorite baby doll isn’t found fast enough, or simply because the sun is to bright
Being a mom is worrying over every little rash, bump on the head, or bug bite.
Being a mom is waking up in the middle of the night covered in spit up with a hot sweaty newborn pressed into your side and a foot in your back from her big sister and smiling because you can’t imagine anyone else in the world you would love to be uncomfortably sandwiched in between. 
Being a mom is I love you wars and Annie sing a longs.
Being a mom is days that make you want to pull your hair out and run to the nearest airport, and days so good you feel like you’re walking on the moon.
Being a mom is staying up until 3 or even 4 in the morning just because once they are asleep you can’t pass up the peace and quiet and the chance to finally read that book thats been collecting dust or to watch something that isn’t Yo Gabba Gabba or Spongebob Squarepants.
Being a mom is sinking into a hot bath only to have the door burst open and a little person jump in.
Being a mom is finger paints and park trips
Being a mom is to expect the unexpected, learning to stop and breathe.
Being a mom is cuddles, there is nothing better than the cuddles (except maybe the matching outfits those are pretty awesome too)
Being a mom is sloppy kisses, and big bear hugs
Being a mom is a camera in your hand 24-7 trying to capture every moment you won’t get back.
Being a mom is going to bed with a full heart because they are yours, you made them, and even though they drive you crazy they are still the best thing you’ve ever done in this world.
Being a mom is  24 hours 7 day a week. It’s seeing the world through brand new eyes, it’s an adventure.
It’s rewarding, it’s special, it’s your entire universe wrapped into tiny bodies.  It’s not always easy, but it’s always beautiful 









Something on my bad days I need to remember. ❤ this

ramblingsofasortadomesticgoddess:

inthe-sunflowerfield:

Being a Mom

Being a mom is late nights up watching your babies sleep, crying because you aren’t sure how you got so blessed

Being a mom is cluster nursing until you think your boobs are going to fall off.

Being a mom is toys everywhere and laundry that is never ending

Being a mom is never eating a hot meal, or when you do finally get to sit down to eat that hot meal little fingers stealing your meal right off your plate.

Being a mom is saying things you never thought you would have to say like “NO! We don’t touch the cats buttonhole now come wash your hands!”

Being a mom is tantrums because a favorite baby doll isn’t found fast enough, or simply because the sun is to bright

Being a mom is worrying over every little rash, bump on the head, or bug bite.

Being a mom is waking up in the middle of the night covered in spit up with a hot sweaty newborn pressed into your side and a foot in your back from her big sister and smiling because you can’t imagine anyone else in the world you would love to be uncomfortably sandwiched in between. 

Being a mom is I love you wars and Annie sing a longs.

Being a mom is days that make you want to pull your hair out and run to the nearest airport, and days so good you feel like you’re walking on the moon.

Being a mom is staying up until 3 or even 4 in the morning just because once they are asleep you can’t pass up the peace and quiet and the chance to finally read that book thats been collecting dust or to watch something that isn’t Yo Gabba Gabba or Spongebob Squarepants.

Being a mom is sinking into a hot bath only to have the door burst open and a little person jump in.

Being a mom is finger paints and park trips

Being a mom is to expect the unexpected, learning to stop and breathe.

Being a mom is cuddles, there is nothing better than the cuddles (except maybe the matching outfits those are pretty awesome too)

Being a mom is sloppy kisses, and big bear hugs

Being a mom is a camera in your hand 24-7 trying to capture every moment you won’t get back.

Being a mom is going to bed with a full heart because they are yours, you made them, and even though they drive you crazy they are still the best thing you’ve ever done in this world.

Being a mom is  24 hours 7 day a week. It’s seeing the world through brand new eyes, it’s an adventure.

It’s rewarding, it’s special, it’s your entire universe wrapped into tiny bodies.  It’s not always easy, but it’s always beautiful 

Something on my bad days I need to remember. ❤ this

These kids make me crazy and doubt myself but they’re mine! I’m so blessed to be their mother even when I’m far from being a ‘good’ mother.

These kids make me crazy and doubt myself but they’re mine! I’m so blessed to be their mother even when I’m far from being a ‘good’ mother.

Oh sweet fall you’re really here…..

Where’s my baby?

I have this little one who’s unstoppable! I don’t like this six
month old and crawling thing. You’re my last baby stop growing up so fast!

Its so fucking hard to put the baby down for a nap when he’s so distracted and all his older brother could do is come right in when I’m nursing him to sleep.
Fuck this day!!

So my lil baby who hasn’t mastered sitting up unassisted yet has started crawling. Where did my tiny newborn go?

As excited as I was about my wrap I think I’ll have to sell it. I already have back troubles and the main reason I bought this wrap was to back-carry. It becomes excruciating when I try to back-carry. I love watching all these YouTube videos and try to emulate them but almost every time have to abort it mid-way as its too much pain for me to bend.

Today in the afternoon during one of my trying sessions, the hubs came and tried to help out but I had to stop midway. He then talked sense into me. He said i should keep it and still front wrap. But I think I’ll get rid of it as I already like my ergo for front carrying.

I have been nursing for more than 2 years now (both kids) and today was the first time I nursed in public. I always used to rush to my car to breastfeed. But today while shopping the baby got hungry. He was in the ergo and i just loosened it and put the hood on and nursed him. Needless to say I was so proud of myself. I kept asking my husband if anything showed.

It was a good day!!

Talking to himself :)

Talking to himself :)

I just want to lock myself in the bedroom and lay quietly for mere 15 minutes without any disturbance.