I never meant to neglect the blog for almost the entire month of July, but when my life gets chaotic, some things have to slide. Unfortunately, the blog has been one of them.
But changes are afoot in the Jones household. Most notably, little Miss Micah is starting preschool next week. I know. Preschool for an almost two-year-old? And the answer is yes.
For far too long, I’ve been trying to do everything. I thought that being more disciplined would help me get more accomplished, but in actuality, it hasn’t. It was a tough decision to send Micah to preschool, but I think it’s best for all of us.
She’ll spend her mornings at the daycare, during which time I’ll hopefully focus on my ongoing writing projects and social networking (including this here blog). Then I’ll pick her up, we’ll eat lunch together, and she’ll go down for a nap. During which time I’ll focus on designing and creating pretty paper. Then she’ll wake up from her nap, and my workday will be over. We’ll play together until Dennis gets home, then I’ll make a nice home-cooked meal, she’ll get a bath and go to bed, and Dennis and I will have some much-needed time together before we go to bed. Together.
That’s the plan anyway.
As it stands now, after we get up and eat breakfast, we watch a bit of Sesame Street (that’s what Micah’s doing in the picture above), and then we both head into the office where I try to work while Micah clambers all over me. I try to keep her from coloring on the walls and pulling all the books off my shelves. We somehow make it through the morning, me ignoring her for the most part, and then we shovel food in for lunch, and I throw her into bed so I can finally get some work done. Except the small window of time that is her nap is never enough for me to cross off everything on my list, so when she wakes up, we’re usually back in the office together until Dennis gets home, and then I’m back in here after she goes to bed, while Dennis hangs out in the den alone and then goes to bed alone. I then work into the wee hours in the morning before falling into bed. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Not exactly familial bliss, if you know what I mean.
Something had to give. So I gave up trying to do everything.
I’m excited for Micah, because I know she’ll love playing with some other kiddos her age, and she’ll thrive in the structured environment. I’m also a touch sad, because in a way it feels like I’ve somehow failed. I know that’s not the truth, but sometimes feelings speak pretty loudly.
She’s not a baby anymore. She’s a little girl. This is just one part of growing up.
We’ll survive. I may be a blubbering mess come Monday, but it’s the best thing for us right now.
How’s that for a change?
Until next time, grace and peace.
Well hello, sweet friends. Have you forgotten what it feels like to see a new blog post from me? Several weeks ago, I decided to momentarily close the etsy shop and take a little break. I never intended to take such a break from the blog as well, but life spun out of control for a little while, and I simply had to tend to the chaos that had become our daily lives. It had gotten to be too much for me to handle.
I’m still trying to find the perfect balance between work and life. I’m not there yet, but I’m working on it.
I’ve finished all of my major writing projects and I’ve gone to youth camp. I’ve washed about 511 loads of laundry and changed as many diapers. I’ve gone running and rocked with Micah and read countless books. I feel like life is finally back under control (for the moment, anyway), and I’m ready to slowly add a few things back.
I quietly reopened the etsy shop at the end of last week, and a couple of orders have already rolled in. I’ve also got a smaller writing assignment to complete in the next couple of days. Life right now is good.
I know that there is much to share with you, and I’ve been promising you updates and backstories for a while now. I’m planning on handling some of that over the next few weeks. I promise I won’t be gone for nearly as long next time. You’ll be hearing from me soon!
Until next time, grace and peace.
Have you missed me? Last week I told you that life had been wild lately, and I wasn’t kidding. Thankfully, things have slowed down a bit since I closed the etsy shop and the submission deadlines for the latest Minted challenges have passed.
There is much to fill you in on. For now, how about some snapshots from our crazy life? I’ll fill in the blanks later.
Micah loves playing outside, and since the days have warmed up, we play outside often.
A couple of months ago, we took a trip to the Memphis Zoo with our Sunday school class – I love this shot of Dennis and Micah looking at the big cats.
This is seriously the first picture I’ve taken with my sister in years. Don’t know how that happened, but I’m glad we’ve got a new one.
We went to Starkville for several baseball games. Micah knows what a cowbell is, and she knows how to use it :)
Summer days in Mississippi are hot, hence Micah’s newfound love for the water hose.
More to come later.
Until next time, grace and peace.
Hello all. I don’t have much for you today, but because it’s Friday I thought I’d share a short little video with you. I’m always amazed at how much Micah is learning day by day. There are many things that she’s mastered in the past few months, but jumping just isn’t one of them. She thinks she’s got it down, but as you shall see, she definitely does not.
Hope that little video made you smile. Have a great weekend!
Until next time, grace and peace.
Our morning got off to a traumatic start. I heard Micah talking to herself in bed as I finished up my Bible reading, but I didn’t think much about it because she usually plays quietly in bed for about 30 minutes before I get her up each morning.
SO, I headed off to the bathroom to brush my teeth, but as I shut the water off, I heard wailing. Very loud, very persistent wailing. So, I did what any mother would do. I raced across the house to Micah’s room to see if she had finally managed to climb out of her crib.
She had not.
Instead, her entire leg was stuck between the rails of her crib. She had somehow managed to stick the whole thing through, and her knee wouldn’t come back out.
She was inconsolable by the time I got there.
It took me a few minutes to figure out which way to push to get it out with the least pain, but I’m sure it was still uncomfortable. Poor thing.
After all of that, I felt sorry for her, so she got the sippy cup of her choice this morning. I know, I’m such a generous Mom.
We also did some of this:
No, I’m not sleeping. And the picture’s from Sunday afternoon, but you get the point. I’m trying to embrace the camera. Can you tell?
For the record, you should know that she’s fine. I think her knee will probably be a little bruised for a few days, but maybe she learned a lesson about climbing in her crib.
How was your morning? I hope it got off to a better start than mine.
Until next time, grace and peace.
