Repeat after me:
This moment will pass.
I have to remind myself of this today, since Merry hasn’t slept more than a couple of hours for the last two nights. That means I’m running on two or three hours of sleep for the last 48 hours. I have to remind myself of this, and I want to remind you, too.
“It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.” – Oscar Wilde
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about stories. More specifically, I’ve been thinking about the types of stories that Pippin will read as she gets older, and Merry after her. Will they enjoy the same books I did, growing up? Which books contain those universal messages that children will relate to for generations to come?
Which of the books that played such an important role in shaping my personality will go on to shape that of my children?
I’ve been reminiscing about my childhood favourites and how they’ve gradually molded me into who I am today. These are five books that stood out, and taught me the most about life, love, and friendship.
I was recently awarded the Liebster award! I would like to thank my friends and family, and… oh. It’s not that type of award.
Like myself just a few weeks ago, you probably have no idea what the Liebster award is. In short, it’s a way of recognizing and helping others discover new bloggers. I was nominated by Gemma of Our Muslim Homeschool. Her blog is full of great tips and advice for homeschooling. I highly recommend it to any (current or future) homeschoolers — and even if you aren’t one, a lot of her ideas can be used by any parent after school or on weekends. I have discovered many amazing books and resources through her blog. Gemma, thank you so much for thinking of me!
Two weeks ago, we decided we do have the time to take care of ourselves.
In last week’s post, we pushed past the obstacles, got off the couch and did some exercise.
But… by now, that drive might be wearing off. (If not, great! But if so, read on.) One of the most common excuses used to get out of working out is this: “I can’t afford a gym membership.” Or, in my case, both “my apartment gym sucks,” and “I don’t have time to go to the gym anyway.”
Before Pippin was born, I used to love working out. I was a self-proclaimed Crossfit junkie. I loved heavy deadlifts and strict pullups, and oly (olympic lifting) day was the highlight of my week. I used to go to a gym with Crossfit trainers, and would often spend my whole evening there after work. I would go at 6 am. I would drop in on weekends. I would do a quick drop in during my lunch break. All things that can easily be done before having a baby.
I remember thinking that I would never give up working out, and would just incorporate fitness into my life as a mom. I would teach my kids to do the workouts with me, with little kiddie weights. Yeah, that never happened. When I was six weeks pregnant carrying Pippin, I did one very light jog at the lake shore. Then morning sickness hit. I never bounced back. I recently realized that over three years had passed since that day. It’s time to get active again.