Pregnancy Brain and other such details..

Molly,

Today I was upstairs in the office doing some paperwork for your daddy. While waiting for the computer to load, I was absentmindedly staring at the bookshelf, when I noticed my Bradley Student notebook and my "40 weeks +" Pregnancy Organizer. I decided to take a walk down memory lane. Here's what I discovered:

• Pregnancy Brain is REAL.. don't let anyone tell you any differently. Thankfully I had the sense to document some of what I experienced.
• While women are burdened with pain in childbirth, God eased that burden with the blessing of "forgetting". For example, I remember quite a bit of my pregnancy and laboring and your birth. However, people describe MANY occurrences, situations and events I do NOT recall, and if you told me something and I didn't write it down.. you could count on it NOT to get done. (Just ask Deb)
• I DID, in fact, have Braxton Hicks. I've definitely been telling people I didn't for the last year. haha. oops. 

I'm sure there will be more details on this to follow. 

Best of Intentions

Molly Moo,

I'm so sorry it's been so long since my last post! It has been over a month and a half and you have changed SO much during that time. I started this blog and was very excited and optimistic about maintaining it. Something big happened since I last posted..

Dada and I.. got Iphones.

We finally jumped on the band wagon. I've never felt more connected and DISconnected at once. One of the results of this change in our lives is: I'm on my phone all the time.. and I am NEVER on the computer.

At this point it is not quite impossible, but to say it is inconvenient to post on our blog would definitely be an understatement.

Anyways, excuses aside, let's get to the good stuff: YOU.

You are the most incredible creation I've ever layed eyes on.

You are so smart, and you challenge me every day. My absolute favorite thing is playing and laughing with you.

Recent "discoveries" you've made:

• You can hold two things in one hand. You love to do that. So much so, you rarely carry things in both hands. You pick it up and put it in the hand that already has an item.. and you proudly walk around with both things. 
• You can reach the next shelf in the fridge. This is something that entertains you for.. extended periods of time. Though you're not allowed to touch most things on that shelf (because they're in glass jars..) you like standing on the bottom on the fridge and looking at the new things there are to see. Also, when you were 4-6 months old, I would peek through the crack of the fridge at you sitting in your Bumbo on the counter. You LOVED that. You would laugh and laugh. It's amazing to me now how now I am on the outside and you peek at me. You're growing so fast. It's incredible. 
• The cat's reactions to various objects you stack on top of him. He's patient. You're lucky. You put seat cushions, Bobby, other babies, throw pillows... anything nearby you stack on him.. and you laugh.. SO HARD! It's adorable.. and you're lucky Jack puts up with it. But you adore him. You love when he comes up to snuggle you, but hates when he lays on your lap. You also like to pull his hair out, but that's where Mommy draws the line. "Nice kitty.. Niiiiiice." I don't know how many times a day I say that. Also, since we've learned this.. you also apply it to dogs, kids, babies, Mommy and Daddy.. and you pet us. It's adorable.
• The rocking chair.  You could sit there for 30 minutes at a time. You LOVE it. You sit with the cat, or your babies.. and you just feel like a big girl. Often when you ask me to help you up, you also ask for EVERY throw pillow in the living room.. so you are buried to your nose in pillows with the hugest smile. I love it. 

That's about all I have for you right now. You are the sunshine in my life and I adore what each new day brings.. even if it's a grouchy one. 

Leaps and Bounds..

Once i figure this whole blog thing out... I'll organize it better. Until then.. just an update on my little girl.

MAN, is she growing fast! I can't believe it. I mean, everybody says "It goes by so fast.." but.. boy does it ever!

She is SUCH a copycat. She copies EVERYTHING. and she's fricken adorable. What's worse: SHe KNOWS.

This last week I've been sick, so her newest thing is "blowing her nose".. where she holds a baby wipe up to her face and makes a noise I can't spell. (sorry)
She also echoes my coughs. Hilarious. After which we fake cough back and forth a few times.

I love playing with my baby. And amid the chaos of working, being a mommy and wife, and building our family business.. I stop what I'm doing, dishes in the sink, laundry in the dryer, phone calls to be made.. and I play with my little girl.

We play monster, peek-a-boo, tickle, hide the mimi (our word for pacifier/binky/ect), animal noises.. anything and everything.

Because when it's all said and done.. our relationship is what matters. Dishes are not eternal. Souls are. People matter. She matters. 

Welcome to the 21st Century Mama..

So.. it's about time, right? I FINALLY jumped on the blogosphere bandwagon.

My motivation? What else? Molly Marie Miller.

I was sitting in my bed, feeding her a bottle (oye.. another story for another day) and when she was done I sat there, cradling her in my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and thought.. "My, how big you've gotten. I remember when you were half this size. Your head could fit in my hands.. I could hold your entire body easily in one arm. And now.. you're so big. Too fast. Your body spills out of my lap.. and your HEAD.. it's HUGE! haha.. (Sorry baby.. you get that from Mama.)"

She's growing by leaps and bounds.. and I have been TERRIBLE (by my OWN standards.. no one elses.. ESPECIALLY not the Martha Stewarts out there...) about chronicling her life and my experience as a changing person and a mama. So I thought I'd start a blog. Spelling errors, bad grammar, stream of consciousness.. the whole kit and caboodle. If people read it and enjoy it. Great. If not, I'll at least have something I can print and bind for my daughter. So what if it's not a hand written journal, right? It's the 21st Century. (Or so I keep telling myself.. but in this world of pinterest and expectations of perfection.. SOMETHINGS gotta give.. and I have to be realistic. So I try not to feel guilty that I'm still on the 5th page of her scrapbook. :o/ blah)

Another reason for this blog.. Journaling. It's good for the soul. Who knows.. this may turn into more  of a journal then a memoir to my daughter.. but hey.. I'm human.

So.. enjoy.. try not to judge my poor grammar too harshly.. and if you don't have anything nice to say.. I don't have time for you. ;o]