Last day of November seems to be an appropriate time to write out something that has been on my mind for the last week.
Last Saturday, I started cleaning out my drawers. I had been meaning to do it for quite sometime, but between an active 10 month old, a busy job, and all the other demands of life, it hadn't quite happened.
From just my dresser, I put aside an overflowing box of assorted socks, underwear, t-shirts, etc. that I wanted to get rid of. Then I moved onto the bathroom and cleaned out my makeup stash/hair products/etc. I got rid of a bag full - and I mean FULL.
Wow. Talk about an eye opener. Even with as much as I got rid of, I still have plenty. I got rid of socks that were perfectly good because I couldn't find the mate. Or I had one that was very similar, but maybe the seam was a different color, so I knew it wasn't a true pair.
In the middle of my day of cleaning, I took a "break" to go to the gym. As I left my warm house, I was shocked by how cold it was. It was not a day for anyone to be outside. The wind chill was only 5 degrees.
And it hit me- I live (and work) about 10 miles from one of the poorest cities in Michigan. 20 miles from an even bigger and poorer city. There are so many homeless people who would love the things I got rid of for not being perfect. People who were outside in the 5 degree weather who would put the warm, thick socks that I viewed as garbage on their hands - anything to protect from the biting wind attacking the region.
It was on my mind all day. How blessed am I that I can get rid of a t-shirt because I don't usually wear it because I have so many and I think the picture on it is ugly. (And we're talking about wearing it to the gym - not a fashion show.) How thankful I need to focus on being for ALL my blessings - not just my family, friends, etc. but the little things - toothpaste, socks, etc.
It also struck me - how much money was wasted on all the stuff that I didn't need or want? How many slaves could have been purchased out of slavery with that? How many homeless people could have been fed?
It's so easy to get caught up in the conveniences of life and spend money on them. It's so easy to lose sight of how blessed we are. My worst days at work? Far easier than so many peoples' lives, not just all over the world but even here in the USA.
My challenge to myself is to find the gratitude in every day. And, instead of wasting my money on things I'm going to get rid of next time I clean, use that money to help someone else.
For the month of December, I'm going to be intentional in my gratitude and intentional in my giving - maybe beyond that! But for the month of December, you will probably be seeing a lot on my blog about this subject!
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Slight Disclaimer: Each month lately it's gotten a little more challenging to get him to sit still for pictures. This month was pretty much a failure. :/ Even with Grandma and Grandpa trying to help, he is just very mobile and wanting to get into everything! :) So.... we did our best.
Happy 10 month birthday, Jeremiah! 10 months.... that sounds so old. Where has my little baby gone?
Truly, not a little baby anymore! He is now 25 pounds, 9 ounces! This is between the 90th and 95th percentile.
Just yesterday, he cut his 4th tooth! He now has the two middle ones on top and the middle ones on the bottom.
Between teething and sickness, he had a rough month. Poor guy ended up on his first prescription due to bronchitis and an ear infection. Then we ended up back at the doctor because he had a bad cold and we wanted to make sure it wasn't getting worse.
These issues definitely did not help him sleep. He still sleeps with me most nights. We're starting to try to get him to sleep in his crib more, with varying success. Last week one night, he slept in his crib for 5 hours. Go Jeremiah! Overall, he tends to sleep from around 8 to around 7 but wakes up 2-3 times during that time.
He is very mobile! In addition to crawling like a champ, he will use just about any object to pull himself up and walk along it. Even just the wall will work for him. He just started standing alone, but only very briefly. I think it scares him a little.
He eats primarily breastmilk, though now he's getting formula as well. He also has a blend of table food and baby food that he eats. Some meals, I give him parts of whatever we're having where other meals he gets pureed food. I still make most of his purees, but not as many of the meat ones. The ones I tried making with meat, he would barely eat. So meat is usually table food or pre-bought. He loves Cheerios, cheese, puffs, bananas, scrambled eggs, and anything Mommy is eating most of all. If I'm eating on the couch and he's crawling around, he crawls over, pulls himself up, and stands there watching me until I share. He's up to three meals of food a day most days - during the week, typically oatmeal cereal and fruit for breakfast, vegetables for lunch, and then a blend of different things for dinner. On weekends, his breakfast is usually whatever we're eating. He has about 20 ounces of milk of one form or another each day.
He's in almost all 18 month clothes. We finally got him shoes and a size 6 is what fits. Size 6!
He babbles constantly and says a few actual words. His first word was "Mama" and his second was "Dada." Now he crawls over to John's pictures at times when John's at work and says "Dada" over and over. So sweet. He also says "baba" a lot, but I think it's meant to be a variety of things. He's said "Hi." He'll repeat a lot of the sounds and tones we make, but not as actual words if that makes sense.
Favorite toys are mainly people. :) But also his V tech walker, stacking rings, and anything he's not supposed to have - my phone, the remote control, pictures, cat toys, Xbox controllers, etc. He also loves the kitties. He gets so excited to see them, and they tolerate his fur pulls and tackles well. (Yes, he tackles them. No, I don't know why. Yes, I try to stop it.)
Overall, he's an extremely sweet, happy boy. People often comment on how sweet and cute he is. He's still in his clingy stage, but I really don't mind most of the time. :) I love being his number 1 comfort.
He is our world, and we love him so!
Motherhood is..... more.
More than I could have ever imagined.
More love than I could have imagined.
More snuggles than I could have imagined.
And more times I hear myself saying things like "Don't eat that; it's the cat's food!"
I wouldn't trade it for anything.