And Then There Were Four

Welcome to the World, Baby Boy!So, it happened. Our little peanut has joined us! Tobias was born last Thursday morning and our lives have been a whirlwind ever since! Welcome, my precious blessing. We are so happy that you are here.


Confession Time

I have a confession. I love snacks. Snacks. I'm not talking non-buttered, non-salted air popped popcorn, rice cakes or veggie chips. I'm sure those are all lovely snacks and have their place. But I'm talking SNACKS. The feel a little guilty--know you shouldn't have it--minimal (who am I kidding?) --zero nutritional value kind of snacks.

In light of my pregnancy, I have had to summons some significant will power to not convince myself that the baby needs a frozen Nutty Bar or a couple of my favorite Old Dutch Jalapeno and Cheddar chips multiple times each day (probably something I should work on post-pregnancy too, but that's another post for another time). Because it is my job as The Mama to guide my child toward what is good and right in the world, right? In my defense, may I just say, there are some great snacks out there these days with the delivery of the highly anticipated Girl Scout cookies and the widely available Cadbury mini-eggs...yum. I am also thoroughly convinced that popcorn and M&M's were made to eat together. I'm just saying. And Oreos? Yum-o. (Although the ones with the seasonal colored filling freak me out a little bit.)

So, I'm just wondering--fess up you lurkers! What's your favorite guilty snack? No judgement. Only acceptance, love and maybe some diet Coke with lots of ice!


Need a little laugh?

Some weekend fun! Visit Shannon over at Rocks In My Dryer for a link to some hilarity!

Have a good one and let me know how many 5 year olds you could take in a fight! I could take 17!


A List a Mile Long

So, we are in the final countdown. With each day it is more and more impressed upon me that the arrival of Wee One is quickly approaching. And while my list of "to-dos" is looking pretty good, my worry list keeps getting longer with each passing day. I think without the preoccupation of baby related tasks, my mind is wandering and freed up to be consumed with unproductive worries. How am I going to do this? How is Princess Pigtails going to adjust? How is the nursing going to go this time? Will I be over this cold before I have to deliver this baby? How will the timing all go? And it goes on and on and on... Questions that I can not answer, can not control, can not change by worrying. Yet I do. A lot. Then this morning, I read this and I was refreshed, reminded and encouraged.
It was truly the Word I needed to hear today.