• Raising my Cubs

    Say Cheese

    So this weekend my three year old turned four. How four years have passed already, I will never figure out. I’m pretty sure it was just last week that she was figuring out how to walk, right?

    I know, I know, I sound like every parent out there. Unable to come to grips with the reality of time moving forward and children maturing. And just like all those other parents out there I’m always trying to slow it down or at least memorialize it somehow.

    I wish I had a much MUCH better memory so I could simply close my eyes and see G as a baby girl again, but sadly my memory is awful. So I do what parents everywhere have done since the invention of the camera and I have photos taken every so often of my little ones.

    It started with my first child. I was chronicaling his every move from the moment he was born. Every three months I had a different set of portraits taken at JC Penney’s to mark another big change in my little boy.

    We would take our little guy to the store, have all these outfits and props we brought with us and try to fit this huge 3 month old baby personality into a 20 minute session. They would bring us in, set up the room, and then once every couple minutes they would take a picture. They always waited until the little baby was smiling and looking right at the camera. And at the time we thought this was great.

    Then we were at a friend’s house who had all these cute candid pictures of their kids up all around and I started asking questions. “How did you get that picture to look so professional?” and “this one looks just like a something you would see a photogaphers studio”. To which my friends responded, that is exactly what they were.

    But…but…but… they were candid. They looked carefree and relaxed. I mean over half of the pictures weren’t centered or smiling. They were all the innocent moments of infancy and toddlerhood.  I wanted some!

    When we moved back to the states after living in Canada, I started looking for a photographer that I could build a report with. One who understood a large family, how they work, and would be patient with us.

    Patience was the key.

    Just imagine if you will for a minute… getting five little bodies dressed in coordinating outfits that didn’t look like they have just been rolled all over. Then convincing at least two of them they were not in fact hungry right at this moment because we just had breakfast. Then convincing another one that the bow is facing the way it is supposed to face and if she moves it again her mother might come undone. Now imagine getting all five of these little bodies to follow very specific directions such as “tilt your head down” or “put your hands around you knees” or even “step a little closer”. And please keep in a mind that a little kid can’t distinguish what exactly “moving a little closer” even looks like because now they think the photographer wants them in the same physical space as their sibling and well… now there’s a meltdown.

    These are all very real factors when getting pictures taken with kids. Frankly it’s completely exhausting getting one child to stand there and smile, let alone all of mine. I have to make sure I wear an extra layer of deodorant anytime we even attempt a family photo, because by the time we’re halfway done I’m sweating bullets and we haven’t even got one decent shot yet.

    However, what we do have are lots of fun family moments along the way to that great family pictures. We have moments where someone was laughing so hard they throw themselves backwards off a box, or where someone gets antsy and decides now is the perfect time to twirl around, and we have times where Dad is just staring at his daughter like she’s hung the moon because she did something super cute. These moments are what parents really want. I’m not alone is this right?

    If they’re a great photographer they’ll be catching these silly moments too. They’ll also be encouraging these moments. They’ll be patient as your kids figure out how to sit still all at once. And along the way you’ll start to get comfortable with this photographer.

    I really wanted to find this person!

    So after M was born I thought I would check out a new photographer for some newborn pictures. Someone who came to our house. (Gasp! I didn’t have to leave my house!) She was also someone who had been recommended by a very dear friend who understood just what I was looking for and knew how I could get it.

    Let me tell you all… I hit the jackpot! This woman is phenomenal! I can’t get over how great she is with my kids. She is so patient. Waiting as we calm down a crying baby, waiting as we wrangle a sleepy two year old, waiting as I nurse the crying baby. She’s also seriously on top of it all. She caught every little mouth pucker moment and sweet baby yawn that any parent could want. She encouraged us to relax and that it will happen but it might take a moment. She never made me feel rushed to get a shot, or that I was failing because I couldn’t calm someone down.

    I cannot express enough how important this was to us. Pictures always used to stress me out. I used to feel like I was failing as a mom because someone was always misbehaving, or starting a fight, or simply not paying attention. But Christina has corrected me of this misunderstanding. All families are like this she says. It takes time to catch those great moments.

    Christina Paoletti is an absolutely amazing photographer and if I can help her find some business then I’m totally going to help her out here. Check out her website if you don’t believe me but just look at these shots! They’re absolutely perfect.    http://www.paolettiphoto.com/

    She is one of the most patient and kind women I have had the honor of meeting and can’t wait to work with her again for another set of shot when my little M turns six months old.

    Getting pictures is still really important to me. These little guys only stay little for so long and I know I’m a pretty nostalgic person who loves looking back at the past. Having a photographer that I can work with and that easily becomes a friend as well is just icing on the cake for me.

    I now have pictures that show my youngest three children’s true personality, as well as some moments that show them as sweet cherub angels that can do no wrong. I have pictures of pouts. I have pictures of love. And I have pictures of some of the best smiles my children can produce. Gosh it’s truly amazing what a great photographer can do for you.

  • Give it to God

    I Need a Refill Please.

    So heres a simple but very true fact of being an adult. Friends are hard!

    Its so easy to get lost in the challenges of life; be it work, romance, or parenting, and completely neglect outside relationships. But another essential truth to adulting is…. we need friends!!!!

    We need these people! Someone that we choose to keep in our lives. People who have proven to be your champion, cheerleader, and confidant. People who have seen your worse and given you their best, without reserve, without judgement, and without expectation. We need people that keep us going when things get tough. People who cheer us on when we start succeeding. People who wont let you put your hand in the fire, and will guide you, always, back to the light.

    These people are essential to help you reach your full potential in life, help you become your best self.

    So today I woke up feeling overwhelmed in my house. It wasn’t anything major causing these feelings either. Just the normal everyday life for a mom of five; getting everyone up and ready to get the boys to school, making sure they all ate their breakfast, stripping sheets off a bed after a nighttime accident, and getting Wednesdays laundry started. But I had to do all of it on very little sleep, since our little M decided sleep is for the weak, and I was up with him for half the night.

    I saw everything I had to do this morning as if they were just huge tasks to be completed. Nothing appeared to want to go my way. Two of my kids wanted to fight waking up, and took four different warnings to actually start getting dressed. The towels I forgot I put in the dryer the night before didn’t fully dry so I was unable to switch out the laundry loads and get started on the Wednesday laundry. P decided she preferred her milk in a coffee mug instead of bottle, and then proceeded to spill 40% of her milk on the floor. And while normally these things don’t get to me, this morning it was just a little more than I wanted to handle.

    Then G starts asking about the plans for our day and all I can think about and see is messes all around me. I need to vacuum, and mop, and the half bath has about a billion band aids scattered on the floor that still needs to be picked up, and I didn’t get a single thing printed out for preschool today so I’ll be using workbooks again and making up some flash card game on the spot. I need to make prep bags for my morning smoothies, and get the next five days worth of oats prepared. Not to mention, I still have to fix the boys curtains… and the list goes on and on.

    Truly none of these things are new or bothersome to me on a normal day.

    But today was different. I didn’t handle this morning well. I realized I needed to take a minute and figure out what was important. and I concluded that what really needed to happen was that I needed a refill!

    What I mean is, I needed my friends. I needed the people who are always supporting me and telling me I’m not screwing up, and can commiserate with me about the never-ending task list of things to get done. I needed someone to reset my internal “mom-guilt” clock back to zero before it ate me alive.

    Adulting is hard. Parenting is harder. Friends, though, can make it fun!

    Five years ago, I never would have guessed that I would be able to surround myself with allies at the drop of a hat. That I would have people in my corner that understood, deep down, how hard this morning was to handle. I never would have believed that five years ago.

    So, five years ago I was living in Canada with two little boys and a husband who worked 13 and 14 hour days. My closet family member was in Chicago, more than 9 hours away. I had just experienced a miscarriage that set me into a terrible state of depression that lasted the entire Canadian winter. I felt so alone back then and I can remember telling Eric that I needed friends. But, I made the excuse that it didn’t make sense to try and make friends, when we would just be moving home in a few months… It was rough.

    You see, back then I was also still pretty awkward, and basically a huge dork. I didn’t think I had anything to offer, friendship wise, and figured “what was the point” in trying. So I spent several long early years of motherhood attempting to figure it out on my own.

    Thankfully, that did not last.

    We did move home that summer, and I got pregnant with G. But one of the best parts was we joined a new church. A church that had an 8 am mass! This was awesome. Going to mass when our kids were still tired enough to not drive us insane meant we cold actually hear what the weekly gospels were about, but it also meant we got to look around occasionally and see the other families in the church. This is where my life started to change in a big way.

    One Sunday morning after mass I took a huge leap of faith. I could feel that God was telling me that I needed to find new relationships in my life. That I didn’t have to feel so lonely. I felt compelled to try and make a new friend.

    I had seen this woman several times and often smiled at her, before I finally worked up the courage to approach her and actually say hi. This was my first step into a new world of relationships for me.

    This one women gave me more courage in a single ten minute conversation after mass than I had had in the last three years combined. She was thankful that I approached her and sought out a friendship. While I was so grateful that she didn’t reject my awkwardness right away.

    After this exchange happened, we started play-dates for our children. First it was the library, then the park, then we met for a weekday mass. She brought along a friend who quickly endeared herself to me as well, and I could see the three of us growing to be closer.

    During this same time I was also making friends at the morning “coffee and doughnuts” after mass with another set of women. Women who were like me. Awkward and unsure of how to make adult friends. Women who wanted that close companionship but didn’t know how to do it. We actually managed to build our friendships on these ideals. The ideals that we had no idea what we were doing but we would figure it out together.

    These women have grown in the last three and half years to become essential to me and my family. My children’s best friends are their children. My husband’s camping buddies are their husbands. They’ve grown to become such an integral part of our lives that I wouldn’t know down from up if I were to suddenly not have these ladies in my life.

    They constantly fill up my cup. They remind me how human we moms are allowed to be. They help me to recognize when I have unrealistic expectations for myself. They pray with me when I cant see through the dark parts of life. And they lift me up constantly.

    These wonderful ladies have taught me one essential fact of life, that if I can pass nothing else along to my children, it will be this… find good friends. Find people who will stand in your corner. Find people who want to see you happy and successful and loved. And then love them back just as much! Find people who can be your refill.

  • Sunday Dinner

    I’m so over Chicken Breast

    I’m going on record right now and telling anyone who cares or is reading, that I’m so over chicken breast. I get it already! “It’s super healthy for you”, “Its packed with protein”,”if you want to lose weight its your best friend”.

    But you know what else it is… boring! Its boring if you want to use it to lose weight. You can’t fry it. And adding cheese to it is a big no-no. Smoothering it in marinara sauce is also frowned upon, especially when you add some delicious spaghetti noodles with it. Yummmmmm spaghetti!

    But I digress, back to chicken breast, you fiend! You ruined Sunday dinners for our family. What used to be a day for roast beef, and meatloaf,and homemade Salisbury steak slathered with gravy, is now just another day for grilled chicken with a lite seasoning on it. I mean at this point we’ve bought every single chicken seasoning packet and jar on the shelves and tried it. Those packets and jars, they take boring chicken and make it boring chicken that now my kids need to choke down with ketchup.

    And trust me I’ve looked on Pinterest for good healthy chicken recipes until my eyes bleed, but its just a bunch of grilling chicken with new seasonings. Kids don’t want seasoning on their chicken, they want cheese on their chicken. And its not just the kids. I want cheese too. (Ohhhh cheese!!! How I love you!) Or they want to fry it and put some buffalo sauce on it, or roll it in bread crumbs, or throw it in with their pasta. Gosh I’m so hungry right now for some good chicken I could cry.

    But you know whats in my oven cooking right now as I type…. its chicken breast. Boring chicken breast seasoned with some red flakes they called “kick it up” chicken seasoning that every single one of my kids will ask to dip in ketchup in twenty minutes. Which I’ll say yes to because deep down I really want to dip it in ketchup too!