Feeling and Loving
Can I be a Drama Queen for a moment and moan about my aching lower back, no, well I didn’t think so. Moms can never be sick, we have too many people depending on us. This is something all Moms know and all soon to be Moms and new Moms will learn.
Other than that, I’m feeling grateful. Grateful for my job, grateful for the positive environment I’m in (I loved my previous job but it was a struggle every day, to get up, to be happy and cheerful to give my all when I literally had no more of me left to give) and being able to just focus and get on with my day, the only thing missing is the people. I met and made some amazing connections and those are the faces I miss.
I’m grateful for having healthy kids, apart from the odd cold and little bit of snottyness, they’ve had a good winter. Thank you JC for keeping your hand over them! They’re thriving at school, they’re growing nicely, and their ability to learn just amazes me. They may be a handful and challenge me at every turn and give me wrinkles before my time, but I will wear them proudly. I simply adore being their Momma, in the good times and in the trying times.
I’m grateful for my Husband, I’m no doubt his biggest supporter (also probably his biggest critic) and over the last few months he’s helped me with so much. From taking over the morning routine so I can leave for work at 06:30am to washing the bottles while the boys have breakfast (yes I do notice my Love), it’s the small things that speak the loudest to me. Thank you for being my rock, my sense of balance, my guide and the Head of our Home. Whoop whoop its almost your birthday Old Boy. So happy I get to spend another birthday with you.
Last weekend we attempted another canvas painting session. It took me longer to put makeshift aprons on the boys, lay down the floor covering, pack out the paint than it took those 2 to tear through their task. I think it was 7min to be exact and the gorgeous Pinterest inspired vision I had ended up being a 1.5m long brown stain, lol. Carl think it looks cool, I feel like a monkey wiped its bum all over the canvas.
So this weekend I’ll be entertaining them with the Surpriso box I recently received. I love that someone else has gone through the effort of creating wonderful activities for my kids to do this weekend. All I need to do is guide them. Cannot wait to see the results, post will follow next week.
Other than that, on Sunday my Princess Bella is having her baby blessing so we’ll be famdamilying with the siblings and Papa. I feel like I have the coolest family in the world! Side note, my baby Sis was by us last night and I got schooled on how to be more cool. Lol (Apparently I’m Instagramming too much and my filters are terrible, this was then followed by a Selfie shoot with my sister and a detailed lecture of VSCO Cam).
Need to get my bake on this weekend, I have not baked anything for my family in forever. So in preparation for the upcoming birthdays (we have 4 in August and 2 in September) I thought I’d make something this weekend. I’m thinking cupcakes should do and for me, date and cranberry muffins. Yum!
Completely not family related, but trying out the Benefit Porefessional and yes its good and nice and all those great things but it doesn’t do as an amazing job with my pores like I thought it would. I’m a tiny bit of a makeup addict, which was NEVER me. My makeup routine pre kids consisted of, washing my face, applying moisturiser and ending it all off with labello (for years, I kid you not). Post kids, I need to conceal very very dark under eye circles (that have probably been around for 6 years) followed by a whole bunch of other things.
2 posts for next week, one of which will be our review of the Surpriso box and another is a lovely Momtrepreneur I stumbled upon recently from Dandy Lion.
The months of August and September in our home mean 3 out of the 4 people are celebrating birthdays. I absolutely love hosting birthday parties. Last year Carl had his 30th bash at home with 30 of the most important people in his life. Drinks, food and family were plenty. This year I’m sure he’d prefer a more low key evening, but its on a Friday night which means we will definitely be doing SOMETHING.
Then we jump to September were our baby boy will be celebrating his 2nd birthday which makes my heart burst. I cannot believe its been 2 years since Josh’s birth. I can remember every minute of that day and still picture his perfect little face as the Doctor handed him to us. It was the day my heart grew in so many ways. You never really know how you will handle more than one child and how you will love that second or third one, until you’re there. I just could not stop smiling, he was worth all the tests, scans, blood work, monitoring, medication, miscarriage, tears, heartache, everything.
Last year he had a “Under Construction” and this year I’m thinking “Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs”.
We still not officially sure if we’ll be hosting a party. Side note, I actually think my body grew in order to accommodate this huge heart I now have (justification of being a little chunky accepted).
The next week is our wedding anniversary (whoop whoop) followed by my birthday on the 25th and I don’t want to do anything except go away with my family and our besties. Which is the plan.
We recently started watching Secrets and Lies, which has us hooked for now. Then Carl is into Suits again and jointly we watch Big Bang Theory. Anything else worth watching?
I’ve read this book probably more times than most people. And I love it every time. Its literally something you can read cover to cover in one sitting.
I Dared to Call Him Father is the fascinating true story of Bilquis Sheikh, Sheikh was born in 1912 to conservative Muslim parents. As she grew up, she did not reject her Muslim faith, but acquired a disdain for anything spiritual or supernatural. If she could see it and explain it, she would believe it.
Married to General Khalid Sheikh (for a time Pakistan’s Minister of the Interior), she was active in politics and social work. After her marriage fell apart at the age of 48, she retired to her family’s land in Wah, Pakistan, where she lived the life of a hermit, aloof and alone. It is here that the book begins the story of her search for God and how she found Him. Through a rash of super natural occurrences and strange dreams, she begins to read the Bible for herself. As she continues to read the Quran alongside of it, questions arise in her mind. How can the Quran and the Bible both be true, if they disagree with each other? Why does the Bible insist on pointing to Jesus? Why does the Bible bring her peace, which the Quran never did? Can she really call God Father? Finally, determined to get answers, she goes to the house of some American missionaries.
She shares the heartbreak of being ignored and shunned by her family, but also the goodness of God in providing her with so much more spiritual family—brothers and sisters in Christ—than the natural family she lost.
Ok, so that’s me for July!
Its Friday, so have a wonderful weekend!