Another trip around the sun.

Life as it's learned (with no guarantees of grammatical perfection) with my hubs, baby girl, and pups in our home of North Carolina.

tblaberge:

She stole my heart and made me sing
She tore me limb from limb
I did not think that I could love
Or be loved that way again

Again, again

How glad I was to be myself
And use my heart once more
How glad I was to be a man
And love that girl that I adore

Adore, adore

Well my eyes shall see light again
And my heart shall bleed right again
Oh my eyes shall see light again
And my heart shall bleed right again

“Jesus isn’t waiting to be found at the end of your struggle, whatever it holds. He’s already found you, in the messy, dirty, heartbreaking process of walking through this life. The only goal we have is to find intimacy with Jesus and rest in the will of God. He is taking care of everything else.”

– h.s. (via heartbeatofatwentysomething)

Nora will be 8 weeks Monday and as of the 9th she’ll be “officially” 2 whole months. I was so busy trying to get in the swing of things that I didn’t post any info about the 1st month with her. 

She was already sleeping well for a newborn and was in this great sleep two hours then eat then sleep two hours+ routine for a while. It was awesome. Now she’s able to stay awake longer spurts during the day but still the queen of naps. She started trying to follow us with her eyes when we would walk in front of her and she was already trying to roll to her side in an effort to snuggle as close as she could to me or Matt. She hated her first few baths but slowly grew more inquisitive of them, especially the sound of the water. 

Nora has changed so much in the last month. I can see it daily. Always something new. At almost 2 months, she is my little sidekick…looking for me no matter who may be holding her. She smiles at the sound of her name, as well as a little song I made up for her when we came home from the hospital—it always brings a smile or a giggle. She loves to cuddle and NEVER misses a meal unless she’s sleeping at night. She can go about 4-5 hours without a feeding. She recently found her thumb, and has gone to sleep sitting straight up in my lap when she finally finds it. It’s adorable. 

Her smell is heavenly after a bath (but sometimes spit up takes over the lavender baby lotion). Her red, pouty lips are always noted by everyone, and those lips curve into the most beautiful smile…and my world stops. Every time. Never in my life would I have imagined a life like this…a family like this, and a perfect, darling baby like our Nora Jane.

Nora will be 8 weeks Monday and as of the 9th she’ll be “officially” 2 whole months. I was so busy trying to get in the swing of things that I didn’t post any info about the 1st month with her.

She was already sleeping well for a newborn and was in this great sleep two hours then eat then sleep two hours+ routine for a while. It was awesome. Now she’s able to stay awake longer spurts during the day but still the queen of naps. She started trying to follow us with her eyes when we would walk in front of her and she was already trying to roll to her side in an effort to snuggle as close as she could to me or Matt. She hated her first few baths but slowly grew more inquisitive of them, especially the sound of the water.

Nora has changed so much in the last month. I can see it daily. Always something new. At almost 2 months, she is my little sidekick…looking for me no matter who may be holding her. She smiles at the sound of her name, as well as a little song I made up for her when we came home from the hospital—it always brings a smile or a giggle. She loves to cuddle and NEVER misses a meal unless she’s sleeping at night. She can go about 4-5 hours without a feeding. She recently found her thumb, and has gone to sleep sitting straight up in my lap when she finally finds it. It’s adorable.

Her smell is heavenly after a bath (but sometimes spit up takes over the lavender baby lotion). Her red, pouty lips are always noted by everyone, and those lips curve into the most beautiful smile…and my world stops. Every time. Never in my life would I have imagined a life like this…a family like this, and a perfect, darling baby like our Nora Jane.

Monday this gem is 8 weeks old. 8 weeks?!? Huh?? It’s like when I hit somewhere around 23 my (already) whirlwind life sped up to the point I’m still waiting for it to hit me Halloween of 2011 has passed? Okay. So I stare at this child to point I cry. Well I do more than cry, I am blubbering beyond control. And I don’t cry pretty. At. All. She’s just so beautiful. 

These past few weeks I’ve had things in my hair I’d rather not discuss (and how exactly I managed that..still working on it), there are days I have to count up how long it’s been since I’ve washed said hair,  and I’ve gone at least 2 weeks in between times I’ve put on full makeup since I started maternity leave (which ends one week from Monday). I never understood how women could let that happen, but now that Nora is here and daddy/hubby gone out of town for work 3-4 days a week leaving me a part-time single mom…I FULLY understand. But this is the highest calling I could ever have the honor of doing. 

I almost hate to use this description, but motherhood is this wonderful, beautiful disaster. Wonderful when that baby smiles at you the first time or coo’s in response to your voice, beautiful watching her drift off to serene sleep, and a disaster when we’ve not slept in hours and we’re both crying. 

This is an impossible love. A love that’s instant, unconditional, everlasting, and above all else…selfless. So very impossible, but happening to me every single day.

Monday this gem is 8 weeks old. 8 weeks?!? Huh?? It’s like when I hit somewhere around 23 my (already) whirlwind life sped up to the point I’m still waiting for it to hit me Halloween of 2011 has passed? Okay. So I stare at this child to point I cry. Well I do more than cry, I am blubbering beyond control. And I don’t cry pretty. At. All. She’s just so beautiful.

These past few weeks I’ve had things in my hair I’d rather not discuss (and how exactly I managed that..still working on it), there are days I have to count up how long it’s been since I’ve washed said hair, and I’ve gone at least 2 weeks in between times I’ve put on full makeup since I started maternity leave (which ends one week from Monday). I never understood how women could let that happen, but now that Nora is here and daddy/hubby gone out of town for work 3-4 days a week leaving me a part-time single mom…I FULLY understand. But this is the highest calling I could ever have the honor of doing.

I almost hate to use this description, but motherhood is this wonderful, beautiful disaster. Wonderful when that baby smiles at you the first time or coo’s in response to your voice, beautiful watching her drift off to serene sleep, and a disaster when we’ve not slept in hours and we’re both crying.

This is an impossible love. A love that’s instant, unconditional, everlasting, and above all else…selfless. So very impossible, but happening to me every single day.