Anyone else feel like they are drowning in clutter? We moved back in June and I feel like despite trying to stay organized and minimal, our belongings multiplied. In the four months we’ve been in our house I’ve yet to organize our bathroom. I will blame that on being in a new setting, away from family, with a newborn and a brand new toddler. So we had two very cluttered and very messy bathrooms. I finally had enough and tackled both bathrooms. It took me way less time than I anticipated. I finished both bathrooms in one day by utilizing nap time and after I put the kids to bed. I probably spent no more than four hours total on this! And the difference is staggering! It is time to declutter your bathroom!
We all know that babies and toddlers go through clothes so fast! With two under two I felt like I was drowning in clothes. We had clothes that were too small, all their current clothes, seasonal clothes and a bunch of hand-me-downs. After touching up this system for a few months I finally feel like I have a handle on all their clothes and I can really tell that their closets and drawers feel so much more organized. I also know where everything should go! It’s been amazing. I hope that you can pick up some tips that might work for you. (If you just want to see the kid’s shared monochrome nursery just keep scrolling!)
Hello Third Trimester! The countdown to baby Evander is getting real. We have exactly 53 days until we hit our “baby window”. Gemma was born at 39 weeks and 0 days, so I’m predicting Evander’s arrival to fall somewhere in between 38-41 weeks. I am in full on nesting mode and I wanted to share a little bit about what I am doing this time around to prepare.
Let the Easter preparations begin! Dallas and I are so excited to begin celebrating Easter with Gemma and (soon) Evander. We have big plans for the holiday because of how much importance and meaning it holds. Growing up Dallas and I both superficially celebrated with bunnies, egg hunts, and a church service. As we started looking into celebrating this holiday with our own children we realized how much deeper the celebration should truly go!
The clock feels like it’s ticking faster than normal as we anticipate the arrival of Baby Smith number 2. Luckily, a good thing about having babies so close together is that we are pretty much set on baby items. There are only a few things I am looking at investing in for Evander. Some are on the list because we will have two under two. Others are on the list because I realized that what we used with Gemma either didn’t work or I didn’t like.
Gemma is officially ten months old! Even though our days were some what consistent, I still tended to be extremely flexible with her schedule. I truly let her dictate everything. However with Evander’s due date steadily creeping closer I decided to implement a stricter routine and I think everyone is LOVING it!
Learning to Give Yourself Grace:
I am my own worst critic… Anyone else out there love to just beat themselves up? As in, you tell yourself all these lies about how you don’t live up to people’s expectations and you’re horrible at this, that and such-in-such?
Seriously, my husband is constantly having to lift me back up after I have pulled myself down and convinced myself that I am just no good. It’s a viscous cycle.
I briefly mentioned this in my letter to my past self. Before I was married I would make all these proclamations as to the type of wife I would become. I would make all these declarations as to the type of mother I would become. There was this belief that becoming a wife or mother would force me to be this person that I envisioned or wanted to be.
I would not be a “crunchy” mom but I would exclusively breast feed. I would always wear my babies and they would never watch TV. We’d stay away from bright, loud, plastic toys and have classic wooden toys that inspire imagination. I would stick to a schedule because babies and toddlers thrive when in a routine.
You get the picture. Any mommas laughing right about now?
Then, I had my baby and realized… I can’t do this. Seriously. Like, I am just barely hanging on to this wild ride and the one thing I need more than anything (more than caffeine) is GRACE.
Grace upon Grace upon Grace.
I couldn’t breastfeed my baby so by eight weeks old she was fully on formula.
I had to give Grace.
Sometimes the wrap takes too long to put on. Or Gemma falls asleep in her carseat. It is easier to just let her sleep and click that carseat into the stroller than risk waking her up to carry her in a baby carrier. She also only tolerates those when I am standing and walking around.
I had to give Grace
As for no TV… yesterday I let Gemma watch TWO movies… as in full length feature films because she is teething and has a diaper rash and wanted nothing to do with anything except laying in our arms and zoning out to the brightly lit screen.
I had to give Grace
We have an exersaucer and play mat and Gemma’s favorite toys are her bright fisher price rattles and the baby Einstein radio that plays music and lights up.
I had to give Grace.
As for the schedule… Somedays I have to toss our schedule out the window and just make it through the day without losing my cool. Dallas makes it home after work and I’m wearing the same clothes I slept in, our house looks like it’s imploded and when he asks what I did for the day I can’t remember. I, uh, made it to six o’clock. That’s what I did.
I have to give Grace.
It has been the hardest most crucial lesson I’ve had to learn. I am in desperate need of grace. I will never live up to the perfect bar that I have set for myself. You know what? That is okay.
Because my daughter does not need a perfect mother. She needs a mom who is honest about her short comings. A mom who shows her that no one is perfect. Everyone is human and every single person is in need of grace. And there is grace to be found at the foot of the cross.
Praise the Lord.
So, if you feel like you are overwhelmingly inadequate, just take a step back and give yourself some grace. Know that no one is perfect and every one has moments of extreme shortcoming. That’s what makes us human.
If you don’t know how to give yourself or others grace, I would suggest starting at the wonderful, abundant grace we’ve been given through Jesus.
Happy Monday Friends.
WELCOME to the the second blog post in my series titled: How to Organize and Simplify the Home. Today I’m going to give you a little sneak peek into Gemma’s nursery!!
It’s that time friends… School is back in session. Crisp Autumn air is waiting just around the corner. It’s time to bust out our fall fashion items! Dallas and I are on a strict budget as we attempt to become debt free (you can read that post >> here). So we don’t get a lot to spend on clothes.
As of right now, we save a little each month and then twice a year we go out and get the most crucially needed item for the season ahead. Meaning, I’ve been doing a lot of brainstorming about what items I’m going to purchase come this September. I’ll be looking for fall/winter items. I need classic pieces. Items that are versatile and will last a long time.
I’ve cleaned out my closet and dressers and there are some key pieces I’ll be looking for. I have had the same pair of jeans for almost 4 years, and after having a baby they just do not fit like they used to. So I’ll be on the lookout for a reasonably priced pair of jeans. They are seriously my favorite clothing item.
Another thing I’ll be looking for is a good pair of shoes. Maybe sneakers or a short bootie type shoe. I’ve had the same grey pair of boots for a few winters now and they are looking pretty rugged.
I also need some casual and comfortable long sleeve shirts. All my current long sleeves shirts are maternity since I was pregnant with Gemma last fall/winter.
So, I’ve put together this little wish list of some items I’ll be looking for:
[Related: Baby Girl Outfits]
What fall pieces are you most looking forward to?
[Fall Fashion Wish List]
It’s hard to comprehend but just over three years ago I was very much single and free. No kids, No husband, No boyfriend. To get even more real, I had been recently dumped. I was feeling hurt, unworthy, frustrated and a whole slew of emotions. As I sit here now, a wife and mother I write a letter back to my old self: