tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24376460596135172742024-02-15T00:45:13.015-06:00Nicole Joelle Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger794125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437646059613517274.post-90179607834363636472017-08-22T15:01:00.000-05:002017-08-22T15:01:17.711-05:00A Story, a Subscription, and an Adorable Smirk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As I saddle up close to Color + Kindness' first birthday, I'm especially excited about the future of this little gig. Everyday, I seem to have at least one new idea (or fifteen. Ha!) about how to keep propelling the shop forward, or print designs, or new products. Most of those ideas end up as just that: ideas.<br />
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A few months ago, I had an idea about creating a digital email subscription for Color + Kindness. The idea was simple: every month subscribers would get an activity kit + extras that they could do with their little ones. For weeks, I sat on this idea and did a lot of googling and contemplating:</div>
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After a few weeks, I came to this conclusion: this was not the right season. </div>
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Why? Well, the idea of creating a big bundle of fresh content every month just plain overwhelmed me. I knew that putting that pressure on for constant creating would put a blister on my creative drive. Plus, I knew that the time I'd need to create would cut into my family time and focus--and that comes first, no matter what :) </div>
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However, I still liked the idea. And while I was brainstorming and researching, I started ironing out some ideas for monthly themes and verses. So, I decided create a 3-month subscription as a little measuring stick for how much time it would take me to design as well as see if anyone is interested. </div>
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It's been so much fun creating behind-the-scenes, but it was definitely a good deal of creative work. Even though the idea of monthly subscription is in my back pocket, I'm glad I didn't start something I wasn't ready to do. I have been toying with the idea of doing a free monthly subscription with just a few freebies--but we'll see ;) </div>
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But! I am so excited to share all the fun content included in this <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/550834513/three-month-digital-subscription-to-the?ref=shop_home_feat_2">3-month subscription.</a> Some of it will eventually end up in the shop, but there are lots of extras and exclusives that only subscribers will receive. </div>
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The best part is that each month's kit was created with the main goal of providing a simple resource for parents to talk about faith and Jesus with their little ones. I purposefully kept all the instant downloads simple so that you could go the extra mile creatively if you'd like or keep it as easy as crayons and markers (or maybe not even markers if that makes you nervous!)</div>
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Each month will include coloring pages, hands-on activities, prints, crafts, iPhone wallpapers, a monthly Scripture seed, and even a Spotify playlist that corresponds with the monthly theme and verse. It's all super easy to print or get printed (there will be some tips if you are an instant download newbie!) </div>
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We've already been "product testing" and my kids have LOVED it. So, I'm excited to see your little ones engaged and enjoying it too!</div>
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Plus, (even if you use a coupon code) each subscription bought will provide 15 meals for kiddos who need it. How cool is that?</div>
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I'm only enrolling until the 31st of August, so if you are interested, now's the time to join! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNemXuf1pZgrapDLFOAHOMWR8OwXMgrSv-qfmvLVcTp2DZoiy4CHWntoLJMZvRQz56vaxO_rbb1U-lWACRYQ-od2PVr3XLfuyG9ppZG_V53JY6kvK82SKIQhcMuk6KbK_rI7RPYfjMJdkp/s1600/THREEANDFREE-03.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1501" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNemXuf1pZgrapDLFOAHOMWR8OwXMgrSv-qfmvLVcTp2DZoiy4CHWntoLJMZvRQz56vaxO_rbb1U-lWACRYQ-od2PVr3XLfuyG9ppZG_V53JY6kvK82SKIQhcMuk6KbK_rI7RPYfjMJdkp/s320/THREEANDFREE-03.png" width="320" /></a> </div>
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You'll also get<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/538893564/set-of-20-bible-verse-coloring-pages?ref=listing-shop-header-0"> 20 FREE coloring pages</a> with your subscription as well as <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/ColorandKindness?coupon=FIVEOFF">$5 off with the code </a><b>FIVEOFF</b></div>
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If you want to learn more,<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/550834513/three-month-digital-subscription-to-the?ref=shop_home_feat_2"> just go here</a> to see how to subscribe and what's included :) </div>
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Summer seems to be tapering off around here with cooler temps, a bit of mugginess, and rainy days. As I sip on my tea and get cozy in our family room, I feel ready to return to more steady rhythms and enjoy the brisk fall in Minnesota. The boys are giggling and far from sleeping upstairs, but after a day like we had (could I say we <i>all </i>needed an attitude adjustment?), I am content to let them wear off their last giggles and hope that sleep will visit soon. Update: Luke has actually come down approximately 1, 248 times while I've been writing this post.<br />
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After months of change and settling into life here, I finally feel like old house rhythms are coming back. There's soup simmering on the oven, candles flickering, and rooms getting organized (that always helps me feel a little more grounded after moving!). In a few weeks, Luke will start preschool for a few hours a week, and we'll also do some learning at home with the <a href="https://www.thepeacefulpreschool.com/blog//the-playful-pioneers">Peaceful Preschool </a>curriculum (if making apple crisp is part of the weekly lessons, sign me up!). I love that we'll be able to keep a lot of our cozy home routines, but Luke will also get the chance to experience learning and friendships outside the home too.<br />
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On a completely different note, since I'm doing my best to avoid caffeine in the afternoon (to try and keep away those tension headaches and anxiety), I've been on a tea kick. Right now, I'm loving this <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Numi-Organic-Tea-Rooibos-Caffeine/dp/B000LWCR26/ref=pd_ys_c_rfy_rp_16310101_0?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_i=B000LWCR26&pd_rd_r=S2F5FN3C6NP8GZBRYPPX&pd_rd_w=Y0sK9&pd_rd_wg=A8txo&psc=1&refRID=8QFFPTC18RGBVRNB63QT">chai red tea</a>, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00142C0JM/ref=oh_aui_detailpage_o02_s00?ie=UTF8&th=1">this one</a> is interesting, but actually effective, and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Good-Earth-Organic-Herbal-Caffeine/dp/B005P0J9RA/ref=sr_1_2_a_it?ie=UTF8&qid=1503020642&sr=8-2&keywords=good+earth+sweet+and+spicy+tea">this one is a bit sassy.</a> If you are a tea person, what's your favorite?<br />
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Honestly, I haven't been doing a lot of reading to go with all this tea drinking, but we hope to make it to library tomorrow to pick up some fresh reads. I feel like I've had more screen time than I'd like (does that happen to you?) and a good book is often the antidote for unplugging a bit more. Any good reads that you've enjoyed lately?<br />
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Finally, my little behind-the-scenes-while-moving <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/550834513/three-month-digital-subscription-to-the?ref=shop_home_feat_4">project is now in the shop</a>. I'll share more about it (hopefully soon!), but if you have little ones, love Jesus, and like doing hands-on activities with your kiddos--this is for you :)<br />
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Happy almost weekend, friends :)<br />
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When I was little, I used to lay in bed at night and see strange dark figures laying about my room. I remember squinting hard at them--suddenly, eyeballs would pop out! Or weird legs would appear! Or it would move a little more towards me. Sometimes, I'd hide under my covers. Other times, I'd reason with myself because I knew it wasn't really scary, but I just didn't know what it actually was. Eventually, I'd muster enough courage to bolt to the light and turn it on. </div>
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I still remember feeling almost foolish, but mostly relieved, when I discovered that I did not have a strange man lurking about my room and often easily drifted off to sleep once my anxious heart had seen what was actually true. </div>
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I knew that change would be hard and that uprooting our life wouldn't iron out like a starched shirt. But, I think the onset of all the emotions and backlash from change manifested in a way I wasn't quite ready for: anxiety. </div>
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About a month ago, my anxiety was at its all time highest and a pesky daily burden. I felt like I had no defense again it's constant badgering and go around. I wondered if there was a way to shed my anxiousness and all of it's triggers. Of course, the more I thought about it, the more it gnawed on me. </div>
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I fed it worries, and it ate my peace. </div>
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I tried to create my own system for combatting anxiety. Breathe deeply. Drink tea. Lavendar. Less caffeine. Swing my arms around. All good things, but it wasn't really working.</div>
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I was that little girl sitting in her bed knowing what she saw wasn't real, but still felt nervous about running to turn on the light. </div>
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Thankfully, through others and His word, God reminded me what my anxiety was: a pile of "what ifs" and amplified fear. </div>
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His Word flipped on the light. The daily practice of walking in it helps me see things for what they truly are, not what I conjure up in my mind. </div>
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I'm not saying that my anxiety is dissolved. It definitely still pops up and tried to give me a good whack. But, when it does, I look for the light and put on my boxing gloves. Goodness, I even ordered a debit card with a picture of the sun pouring through the clouds to remind myself to walk in the light. </div>
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ps. I'm talking about general anxiety and worries here, not an anxiety disorder or extreme anxiety. So, if you need (or have needed) extra invention to treat anxiety, I believe it is so important to get all the help you need :) </div>
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I'm sitting on my favorite new-to-me vintage floral chair and wondering how to sum up the last two months (actually last years!) of life for us in a neat, tidy blog post.<br />
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Let's start with this: almost two months ago, we moved from Texas to Minnesota. Goodness, there are hundred tiny details within that story, but here it is in a nutshell.<br />
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When Josh<a href="http://www.nicolejoelle.com/2014/10/your-story-is-not-lottery.html"> graduated college in 2013, we anticipated the world of opportunity</a> to open up to us. We expected multiple job offers, an adventurous move, and a fresh start in a new place. We were excited about hauling our little family to the next stop. But, we waited. And waited. No jobs dropped from the sky and we were running out of options (and money). But just when we wondered how we could possibly make it through the next few months, a local job popped up. Even though the job wasn't exactly the opportunity we were expecting, it was a testament to God's faithfulness to us and came at <i>just the right time.</i><br />
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Let's fast forward a few years. We settled into our community and found so many sweet spots about where we lived and cared for so many people within our town. However, we always felt a bit unsettled and a bit misplaced. Josh began to look for jobs within his industry, and we waited. Even though he got a few bites, it never led to a new opportunity. So, we continued to wait. It was in this season that God really worked in me to find contentment right where I was--not where I thought I should be.<br />
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Then, this past January after a trip to Minnesota, we decided to just go for it and move to Minnesota (which, if you have ever been to Minnesota in January, you are wondering why we ever thought that was a good idea. Ha!). Minnesota is where my roots are and Josh and I have always wanted to move to the Midwest. We felt ready to step out (we had toyed around with the idea for a while, but never had the guts to do it) and see what would happen. We also felt a little crazy, a little foolish, and definitely nervous and excited. Josh continued to apply to jobs in the midwest and we started making steps to move in late May. We got our house ready to sell, looked at housing options, and continued to pray for wisdom and a job.<br />
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Josh had applied to a job in a small town in Minnesota. He didn't think much of it because he had applied to many,<i> many </i>jobs at this point. But, there was a call, then an interview, and then another call. But, we even after a number of interviews, there was no clear offer. So, we continued with our operation Move-to-Minnesota and waited to see what happened.<br />
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In the middle of all of this, there were little blinking lights of evidence that God was going ahead of us. We felt like we were flying a bit by the seat of our pants, but in reality, God was at the helm.<br />
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We listed our house for sale at the end of March. At this point, we had no clue if Josh would have a job offer or if we'd be flying north with only expectant hope packed in our bags. Our house sold in a hot minute (since we were selling it in a super crazy market) and suddenly it all became very real. Soon, we'd have no home and no job.<br />
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However, in mid-April, just days before we closed on our house, Josh got that job offer in Minnesota and he took it. After so many applications and and hopeful tries, at <i>just the right time</i>, there was a job offer. We felt so thankful (and relieved!) In early May, we packed our van and drove to Minnesota. It only took us 4 days and lots of bathroom stops ;) Now, we are finally setting into our new town and getting to know the community.<br />
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Since we've arrived, I have felt all the pendulums of emotion--excitement, sadness at leaving family and friends in Texas, the weariness of living in transition (we are currently in place #3 before we finally move into our new-to-us home in July), a bit of loneliness and loss of familiarity, and a lot of sweetness about this new season.<br />
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Most of the time, I'm just so thankful to be here and expectant to see all that this new season will bring. Plus, we've been having so much exploring and enjoying Minnesota (lots of nature hikes, meeting my first nephew, fun day trips, meeting new friends and old, cousin time, and so much more!)<br />
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In other news, my eyes are burning from looking at too many neutral paint colors for our new home--so if you have a favorite grey/neutral, tell me <span style="text-align: center;">about it! </span><br />
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Because I know that homemade cards/gifts are always the sweetest, I created these <a href="http://bit.ly/2oYxcNG">sweet printables </a>just for mom.<br />
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You can get a <a href="http://bit.ly/2oYxcNG">24x36 poster-sized version printed </a>(<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OR8U4Il3khQ">here's a video</a> that shows you how to order online at Staples--super easy!) or keep it simple and print out a <a href="http://bit.ly/2oYxcNG">booklet version on 8 1/2 by 11 paper. </a><br />
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Personalize it just for mom (or grandma too!)--for example, add some color, stickers, pictures, drawings, and sweet encouragement.<br />
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I purposely kept it mostly blank so that it's a wide-open canvas for your little ones to create and add their own touches (which are always the best, right?). Luke lovingly drew in the Big Dipper when I asked him to draw a picture for me--and I'll just go ahead and believe it's because he thinks I'm a star. Ha ;)<br />
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In other news, we are packing up and getting ready for a super big move (which I have yet to blog about, but I will...I hope!), but I wanted to pop in and share <a href="http://bit.ly/2oYxcNG">this Mother's Day freebie</a> before we hit the road.<br />
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Maybe you are like me and always have visions of doing fancy Easter activities, but then end up buying a bag of plastic Easter eggs and calling it done. Both kids think plastic eggs are the best--I guess there is something fun about opening them, filling them with random items, and then losing them all over the house for me to find six months after Easter ;)<br />
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Maybe next year we'll try out dying or decorating eggs, but we're sticking with coloring these days :)<br />
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I thought it would fun to create some coloring pages (as well as an 8x10 and verse cards) for you to do as an easy and mess-free activity to do this week. Plus, it's a simple way to bring up a conversation about the meaning of Easter with your kids.<br />
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Just <a href="http://bit.ly/2nth4l4">click here to download and print them.</a><br />
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Enjoy :)<br />
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I decided today that I wanted to sit down and write a blog post. And then I logged on to blogger and noticed they had new themes.<br />
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So, instead of starting to write, I designed a new header, sank my old theme into the internet graveyard, tried a new theme, and here we are.<br />
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It's a bit messy, but that's okay.<br />
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Right now, I'm thankful to be here and writing--to feel that click-click, pause, think, click-click, delete, delete, think, click-click, pause rhythm again. I've missed it.<br />
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I'm going to channel a bit of the Nicole from 2010--back when everyday blogging was <i>the </i>thing and not an internet dinosaur. I'm going to simply write about my day.<br />
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Today would not go on my top 100 days of Motherhood. It would definitely land on the bottom somewhere. If it were a contest, I'm not even sure it would get a "good participation" award. It included an older child that is become more of a person-person (you know, when they reach that age when they want to do actual things by their actual selves and know how actually express themselves) whose actions seemed to light up every button on my "motherboard" of annoyance. They were beeping and blinking: stop touching that, what are you doing, that's disgusting, stop throwing light sabers at me, stop grabbing your brother by his diaper, stop pushing the water dispenser without a cup, stop throwing that ball on the ceiling, just stop. </div>
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Stop. Please.<br />
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My younger child received several severe eye rolls from a certain mature adult because his level of dramatics was at an all-time record. There was lots of plunking down and crying for no reason, throwing objects on the floor, and body slamming into his very nice, although frustrated, mother.<br />
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In my finest moment, I locked myself in the bathroom for a few moments to recover a small fraction of my sanity while also telling my almost four-year-old to go away. True story.<br />
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Today, I felt like a remote control car that is running out of battery power. It starts up and feels a little out of control, and then it jolts, stops, spins its wheels, grips the ground, and then slams into a door--over and over again.<br />
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I felt disconnected--like a mom on auto-pilot. I met the needs, but I didn't meet the eyes. All day, I was in a funk and sat in it. Instead of trying a new direction, I just kept hitting the wall--over and over again.<br />
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It's tempting for me to sit here at the end of the day, drinking a cup of homemade hot chocolate (because isn't chocolate the big fix for a bad day?), and replay every negative and unproductive thing I said or did today. It's easy to do that. It's easy to tell myself a lie that will only keep me zipping around in circles: <i>you're a failure. </i><br />
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But the truth is this: although today was not my best day, I'm not failure. And despite the fact that I chose to wallow in ungratefulness and annoyance, God is a God of forgiveness and newness. And my boys--well, they are the best gifts.<br />
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Tomorrow, there will be one hundred fresh moments to take our day a different direction. And when I do hit that wall (because I will), I will ask God to give me eyes to see another way--to see this motherhood gig with joy-eyes.<br />
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Because, even on the hardest and challenging of days, I wouldn't trade it for the world.<br />
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Although, I do wish I had magic happy attitude and obedience dust ;)<br />
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Last fall, we started doing some more structured and directed learning at home. It helped me introduce some new rhythms into our day and also has helped Luke become more prepared for school. However, after weeks of choosing themes, I felt like I was out of ideas and in a rut.<br />
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We pressed pause around Thanksgiving, but I wanted to start it up again after months of travel, holidays, and random schedules. But, I didn't want to return to the typical preschool themes. So, I decided that it would be fun to <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/nicolejoelle/around-the-world-preschool-learning/">learn about other countries</a>. But, we'd continue to incorporate letters, name writing, math, and science. We've done three weeks so far and I am loving it (and so is Luke). I'm actually learning a lot too, and I love that it is expanding Luke's view of the world.<br />
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Honestly, I keep it super simple. I haven't created a fancy curriculum or cute templates. We generally follow this guideline:<br />
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-- Landmarks, traditions, and culture<br />
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-- How to say "Hello" in the major language of the country<br />
-- Location on the map<br />
-- Books/Visuals/Movies about the country<br />
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For example, we started with Guatemala--so this is what we did to learn about Guatemala:<br />
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<b style="text-align: center;">Landmarks, traditions, culture:</b><span style="text-align: center;"> Tikal/Mayan people and Volcanos: we watched videos about Tikal and made <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/58124651421942269/">our own volcano.</a> I also brought out my Guatemalan quilt to talk about Mayan weaving.</span><br />
<b>Traditional foods: </b>We watched a video (thank you, youtube!) about how they make tortillas and then made homemade tortillas. We also did a math exercise with beans. Of course, I had to make eggs, rice, plantains, beans, and tortillas for supper one night.<br />
<b>How to say "Hello" in the major language of the country: </b>Hola!<br />
<b>Location on the map:</b> I <a href="http://amzn.to/2md5wie">bought this map on Amazon</a> and put it up in our living room. Luke loves to point out the country we are learning about each week.<br />
<b>Books/Visuals/Movies about the country:</b> I checked out a few books about Guatemala from our local library--this<a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0399237682/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0399237682&linkCode=as2&tag=nicolejoelle-20&linkId=0668dc7c419c085855317bfebc348749"> one was a favorite.</a><br />
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Then, we learned about China:<br />
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<b>Landmarks, traditions, culture:</b> We focused on the Chinese New Year and the Great Wall of China. We made a paper dragon and watched videos about CNY and the Great Wall. We also made a Chinese flag with red dots and stars.<br />
<b>Traditional foods: </b>We made moon cookies (since the cakes were a little too fancy for me to try to make) and went out to a Chinese restaurant to have dumplings and practice using chop sticks.<br />
<b>How to say "Hello" in the major language of the country: </b>Ni Hao<br />
<b>Books/Visuals/Movies about the country:</b> Our favorites were <a href="http://amzn.to/2lZ3Wo2">Ping</a> and <a href="http://amzn.to/2lZ5BKx">The Runaway Wok.</a> Of course, we watched Kung Fu Panda and Mulan :)<br />
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We've also done Kenya (it was fun learning about the safari, the Maasai people, and <a href="http://amzn.to/2kYcZlh">Wangari's trees</a>) and then took a week off.<br />
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This week we are starting up again and heading to France (I'm especially excited about the food!)<br />
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You could go so many directions with this--such as add an artist, writer, or cultural icon to the list. Or maybe pray for a missionary working in that country during that week. If your kids are older, you could incorporate more history and traditions.<br />
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The key for us is to keep it simple + and focus on a few key elements of each country/culture to make it manageable (hello daily life!). Plus, keeping it simple gives Luke the chance to retain information about a few key cultural ideas. It's so fun to hear Luke talk about eating tortillas and beans (Guatemala) and about the rabbit in the moon (from China).<br />
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I've also found it super helpful to watch videos on Youtube or even an episode of <a href="http://amzn.to/2md6GKz">Super Wings (on Amazon prime</a>) about that country so Luke can have a visual to connect with our activities. For example, after watching the lady make tortillas in Guatemala, he tried to mimic her actions when we made tortillas.<br />
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Beyond that, it's super important to us that Luke (and Sam too) to have a global perspective, and for us, this is an engaging way to start introducing that the world is so big, amazing, interesting, and valuable!<br />
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I have <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/nicolejoelle/around-the-world-preschool-learning/">a Pinterest board going</a> if you are interested in following along or incorporating some culture/country learning into your own daily routine with your kiddos. I'd love to hear about where you explore and what you do!<br />
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So, after France, where should we go?<br />
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These last few months (ok, let's be honest, this last year), my blog has been sparsely populated with a mostly little updates about Sam and then a few here and there posts.<br />
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It's not that I intended that 2016 would be the year of drizzly writing--kinda half-there, half-not. It's just that other parts of life and priorities crowded out the words. 2016 surprised me, and in a year where I had a thousand words and thoughts to share, I feel like I wrote down twenty. In a way, it was a relief to let this space sit dormant and quiet--and yet feel the freedom to pop in when I wanted to write or share. Still, I missed the regular rhythm of writing, sharing, and documenting life here.<br />
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As I look ahead, I feel a bit on the fence about if I should sit this season out or if I should prioritize tiny moments of writing and revive this space.<br />
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Honestly, I'm just not sure.<br />
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I often feel that words memorize what my mind cannot. Sure, I can remember thousand of moments, but writing is the avenue in which I can explore them in detail. Since 2010 (yes, the Stone Age of blogging), this blog has been collecting my memories, thoughts, ideas, and ramblings. So, although I don't feel pressure to write here, I feel connected here--my own itty bitty space in the Internet universe.<br />
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However, my words don't have to be collected here. They can be scribbled down in a pretty journal next to my bed or on a simple document on the computer. As seasons shift, I feel more protective of my privacy and not megaphoning my words into an already overstimulated world. Also, I realize that many of the thoughts and memories I want to fossilize into writing shouldn't be written in a place as public and forever as the internet.<br />
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As I walk into 2017, I've decided that's okay to not have a bullet list and goal sheet a mile long for this blog. I don't need to know if I'll blog fifty times this year or five. Even though I value intentionality, I also value the autonomy to shift gears without feeling like I've flaked out or given up (because I am <i>that</i> person that hates to see a good goal go bad). I'm giving myself the freedom to have a full-fledged blog revival or simply let it be.<br />
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So, 2017, let's see what you bring!<br />
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Dear Sam,<br />
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How can you already be so close to one? Lately, it seems like you are zipping past milestones like they are child's play and seeming so <i>big.</i> What happened to that squishy newborn that was just dozing on my shoulder?<br />
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This month you've graduated from a wobbly walker to a confident one. You still topple over quite a bit (there's quite a bit of evidence of this on your forehead!), but you are becoming quite speedy--probably because you are trying to keep up with your brother. One of your favorite things to do is chase him. You do this adorable giggle and squawk like a bird when you toddle behind him. Luke seems to think it's great fun too. Now that you are walking, he invites you to play more often, and it's fun to watch you two connect and play together.<br />
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You also moved over to your brother's room during the night and most naps and have done really well with sharing a room. Even though you sometimes still wake up and cry for a lost pacifer in the middle of the night, you go back to sleep quickly. Thankfully, Luke snoozes through it all. Plus, you've been sleeping in a little longer (most days!), so we think that's a pretty fantastic thing.<br />
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Sam, every day you surprise me. You gobble up life (and food), have such a curious personality, and are generally cheery and goofy. Recently, you've learned to wave good-bye, play the tambourine, do little dances, and push toys all over the floor. When you had a little tummy bug and felt sick, you often cried out "Mamamama" when you needed me. You love tickles from your daddy, playing with your brother's hair, and that light up toothbrush. I think you carried around that thing for two days straight :)<br />
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As this year draws closer to the end, we often think about how this year turned out differently than we anticipated--it surprised us. But, even though 2016 has given us many challenges, it started out with giving us one of the best gifts of all--<br />
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you.<br />
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Sam, I hope you never stop moving through life with your curious tenacity and an unstoppable spirit. We can't wait to see where it will take you.<br />
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Love you,<br />
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Mama<br />
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(again, I'm a little behind since you turned 11 months today...but oh well!)<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437646059613517274.post-50161029869504913782016-11-18T13:47:00.000-06:002017-01-26T20:49:30.222-06:00While the Kids are Napping It's a blustery, cool, drizzly day in our neck of the woods, and I love that it feels cozy and fallish.<br />
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Not only that, but I plan on dusting off the boots for date night tonight (can I get an amen for date night and cool weather?!)<br />
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It seems amazing to me that Thanksgiving is next week and that 2016 is coming to a close soon. And even though 2016 gave us one of our best gifts (Sam!), it also gave us a lot of hospital visits, procedures, medical bills, and a continued season of waiting. I am thankful for the heart-work God has been doing, but I am also so thankful for a bit of relief after a hard start to the year. God meets us in the hard spots, and He gives us rest too.<br />
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These past few months, creative work has breathed in refreshment and given my mind a place to explore, dream, and idea-scheme. Maybe it's just been one giant distraction, but it's also been one giant relief.<br />
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I find it a tiny bit funny that last year I was plum tired of running a printable shop and now I've gone out and started a fresh new one. But, I think the difference is that <a href="http://www.colorandkindness.etsy.com/">Color + Kindness </a>has a broader scope and a more colorful purpose. Honestly, I'm loving it! It's so fun to design <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/490675631/dump-truck-potty-chart-printable-chore?ref=shop_home_active_6">dump truck potty charts </a>(yep, it's a little tongue and cheek) and <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/474951204/advent-and-christmas-countdown-calendar?ref=shop_home_feat_2">advent calendars </a>that are kid-friendly and purposeful too. Luke is excited to put it back up (he got to play with it when we had our photo shoot), so I'm excited to use it this season.<br />
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Speaking of Christmas, I've already got a bit of a wishlist started. It includes <a href="http://www.dearmushka.com/collections/earrings">these earrings </a>from Dear Mushka (so simple and pretty!), this<a href="http://jeanandjune.com/collections/all-products/products/mas-cafe-tee"> t-shirt</a> from Jean and June (because #momlife), and <a href="http://www.therootcollective.com/shop-womens/espe-in-black-preorder/">these boots </a>from Root Collective (ethically-made and pretty to boot...pun intended!) I'm hoping to curate a list that is mostly made up of products from handmade businesses--so if you have any businesses to share, please do!<br />
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I feel like this year more than ever, I am looking forward to the holiday season. Especially after months of election commercials, I wasn't even annoyed to see a Christmas commercial pop up before Thanksgiving. I'm ready to tie up 2016 and actually enjoy the Christmas treats (since last year I was hugely pregnant and had gestational diabetes). I'm looking forward to introducing Christmas to Sam (and the Thanksgiving mashed potatoes too!) as well as teaching Luke more about the story of Jesus' coming. How about you? Are you as ready as me?<br />
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One last thing, if you are snowed in or need a little extra something to do with the kids before Thanksgiving, <a href="http://bit.ly/2fluEAm">grab these FREE printable turkeys and Thanksgiving verse cards</a>. Super simple (and adorable)!<br />
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Sam,<br />
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You really are a show off, aren't you? You've always had that determined spark in your eye, but we see that light grow bigger and bigger each day.<br />
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Nope. You wouldn't be content with crawling. Once you realized that you had two legs that would carry you places, you said, "Yep. I'm going to learn to walk."<br />
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And so you did. About two weeks ago, you took a few steps. And now you are walking like it's nobody's business. And I want to tell you to please stop, slow down, and for goodness sakes, do not become a toddler. This momma isn't ready for that ;)<br />
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This month you also broke in your first two teeth, discovered a love for exploring cabinets, and continue to like 99% of what we feed you. You also still like to put about 85% of what you find in your mouth, but now that you are walking, you seem to be a less interested in operation put-everything-in-the-mouth. Thank goodness!<br />
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We continue to see your feisty side flare up and know that we might have some challenging parenting moments in our future. But we also see your love of smiles, laughter, and being goofy--so we know there will be a lot of silly antics too. You definitely have a sweet spot for music and your favorite is the Star Wars theme (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgAlQuqzl8o">especially this version</a>). If you are grumpy, I put that music on, and you are instantly a happy camper.<br />
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Samuel, you are such a sweet addition to our family, and I love watching you grow. I love the fiery ball of energy, determination, and fun you are.<br />
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I've told you this before (and I really do mean it)--but could you please sleep past 5/5:30? Pretty please?<br />
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But no matter what (even if you wake up at 5 for the rest of your life)<br />
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I Love you, cookie.<br />
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Mom<br />
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(ps. you actually turned 10 months yesterday--but you know--at least I'm trying to keep up!)<br />
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I think it's safe to say that I'm a bit of a serial entrepreneur--and it's certainly not because everything I touch becomes pure gold. It's more because I have so many ideas, love creating, and keep learning/growing. Thank goodness I'm not stuck in 2010 making napkin rings and strange soap dish pedestal things ;)<br />
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If you don't believe me, let me introduce you to all the small shops I have started:<br />
-- <a href="http://www.nicolejoelle.com/2011/06/meet-newbies.html">Dulcitas</a>, 2010 (honestly not even sure what I sold...)<br />
-- Home for Hire (Shop), 2011-2013 (One thing I sold was <a href="http://www.nicolejoelle.com/2011/11/behind-scenes-how-love-bird-is-hatched.html">love birds</a>...it was fun while it lasted--which was until Luke was born)<br />
-- Nicole Joelle Print Shop, 2014-2015 (<a href="http://www.nicolejoelle.com/2015/01/shop-vision-for-2015.html">Started as a way to earn money to go to the Influence Conference,</a> but ended for a number of reasons--such as feeling directionless and burnt out)<br />
-- <a href="http://www.cultivatecoshop.com/">Cultivate Co</a>, 2016-early 2017<br />
-- <a href="http://www.colorandkindness.etsy.com/">Color + Kindness</a>, 2016- current<br />
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Today, I want to chat with you about how to cheer on small businesses without spending a dime. Of course, every shop owner loves to make a sale, but positive feedback and encouragement can be just as motivating. Maybe you don't have a hundred bucks to spend on that sweet jewelry your friend creates, those adorable shoes that momma is making, or buying the handmade coffee mug that you've been eying for 5 years--but you can still support small business and handmade shops. Even without purchasing from their shop, your support can actually be profitable for them.<br />
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As a momma who spends 75% of her time during nap time (and often the evenings too) chugging old coffee and designing new items like a mad woman, I can't even begin to tell you how much it means to have people support you and cheer you on. So, I'd encourage you to think of a few of your sweet friends (or some small business owners you think you'd be besties with), and do a few of these things to help support them without spending a dime.<br />
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So, here we go:<br />
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<u><b>1. Pin. Pin. Pin.</b> </u>If you are on a small business's site and you see something you like, pin it. Pinterest helps gets the image/product in front of more eyes. And more eyes often translates into potential new customers for a small business. Taking one quick moment to pin an image could ripple into hundreds or thousands of more views for that shop.<br />
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<b><u>2. Share a shop or product link with your friends on Facebook.</u> </b>Maybe you love the mission of a company you just discovered--so share it with your friends who might love it too! Maybe you think a product would be useful for some of your friends, share it with them. Maybe you share it with every one of your Facebook friends or maybe you just share it with a few. For a small business (especially an online one), your sharing (or even likes!) gives credibility to a shop and people feel more comfortable purchasing from them.<br />
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<b><u>3. Give positive feedback/comments.</u> </b>Even if you never buy that adorable shirt a small business is selling, let them know you love it. I can't tell you how often it has encouraged me to keep creating when someone shares that they like something from the shop. Not only is it encouraging on a personal level, but it helps me better understand what appeals to my market.<br />
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<u><b>4. Ask about collaboration.</b> </u>Many small business are looking for people to help spread the word. It never hurts to ask if they would be interested in trading some product for your help in marketing/sharing the product. Depending on your influence or their size, they may say no, but it never hurts to ask!<br />
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<b><u>5. If you have an item from their shop (purchased or won), post a picture of how you are using it in everyday life.</u></b> It is so fun to see products that you shipped or created in someone's home or being used. Plus, it helps other people see how to use the products and often generates interest.<br />
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As always, I'd love to hear your feedback and ideas! I bet we could add some more ways to this list.<br />
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--Nicole--<br />
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But, the other day I was really thinking about what was working in my life and what wasn't working. Mainly, I was thinking about it because for the past few weeks, I haven't been going to bed at a decent hour. I've been toppling into bed between 10:30-11 and then waking up either in the middle of the night (thank you Sam) or super early (like 5 am...yikes!). I'm tired, but I with a little discipline on my part, I could be a lot less tired.<br />
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So, I've decided to set an alarm on my phone at 9:30 that basically says "Hey Nicole--stop what you are doing and start preparing for bed." I look forward to a little more quiet unwinding before bed instead of screen time or shop work. Sometimes it's really good to access what is working, what's not, and whether those things need to change or just simply get cut out.<br />
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I'll start with a few "wins" and what's working for me right now:<br />
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-- <b>Simple preschool themes and activities with Luke.</b> Since Luke is at the age when he needs more structure, this seems to be helping us have more quality time together plus adds some variety to our days. Every week I choose a theme/letter/sight word and then I head to Pinterest for some inspiration for art, reading, and STEM activities. We also choose books/movie/show that's related too. I keep it simple and doable. For example, we've done the farm, weather, the zoo, and construction. Here's my<a href="https://www.pinterest.com/nicolejoelle/preschool-fun/"> Pinterest board</a> that I use--just in case you are interested :)<br />
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<b>-- Reducing the toys that are out</b>. One day, I just got fed up with all the little toys and odd and ends we had everywhere. So, I grabbed a few extra boxes and put away about 60-70% of the toys. We've rotated a few things out and it's helpful for keeping Luke's attention, and cleaning up is so much faster. I'd encourage anyone to do this if you feel overwhelmed by all the toys/stuff!<br />
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<b>-- Online grocery shopping and pick-up with </b><a href="http://r.wmt.co/ehtHw"><b>Walmart</b>.</a> I don't use it every week, but I have used it about every two weeks or so. I find that it helps me stick to our budget since you can see the total add up. Plus, I can't complain about grocery shopping in my cozy pants and then getting my groceries loaded for me :) If you want to try it and get $10 off, use the code<b> RDF4NTAI.</b><br />
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<b>-- LuLaRoe leggings.</b> Best. Ever. Chat with my<a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/lularoehollystanfield/?fref=nf"> friend Holly</a> if you need to hook up with a pair :)<br />
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<b>-- Balancing work/designing for<a href="http://www.cultivatecoshop.com/"> Cultivate Co</a> and<a href="http://www.colorandkindness.etsy.com/"> Color + Kindness</a> (ps. I'm wondering if I've even mentioned this shop yet on the blog?) and being a mom.</b> I feel like I've finally hit a good stride and rhythm. I really love having a place to stretch my creative muscles but also not be hustling so much that my kiddos get lost in the shuffle.<br />
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So, what's not working?<br />
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<b>-- Going to bed on time.</b> Like I mentioned, it's really a boundary and discipline that I need to better establish and keep. Of course, there are always days/nights that just don't pan out, but I know that I could <i>generally</i> get to bed a lot sooner than I am.<br />
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<b>-- Time in the Word.</b> It's sporadic and unfocused. With a baby waking up between 5-5:30 on most mornings, it's unrealistic to get up before my kids wake up right now--well, unless I want to be a zombie mom. But, I can easily plop my Bible open during breakfast with the kiddos or have some quiet time while one of them naps.<br />
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<b>-- The election.</b> It's just not working for me.<br />
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<b>-- Keeping up with housework.</b> Sam is SOOOOO mobile, and it's hard to do a lot when he's up and about. However, I need to keep a running list of small, bite-able tasks that I can do to keep up when he's snacking or napping. I don't need a house that's 100% clean and tidy, but you know, 50% would be good ;)<br />
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Those are a just a few things that are working/not-working for me right now. I'd love to know some things/habits that are working/not-working for you.<br />
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Sam,<br />
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We've known from day one that you are one determined little guy, but this month, well, you've proved it. When you are awake, I spend my time chasing you down the hall (which you smirk and giggle away...because you know you are headed to the bathroom) and keeping you out of trouble.<br />
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Even though I try to keep you from falling, you do fall quite often. You are so curious and such an explorer, that if something looks like you can pull up on it, you give it a try. Sometimes, you topple over! So, you've got a nice scrap on your eye, a big bruise on your shin and cheek, and lots of little bumps. I have a feeling that stitches are in my future.<br />
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You are definitely noticing Luke a lot more these days and have begun playing with him more. You love to climb on him and try to eat his hair. He tolerates that for the most part, but he's still learning what he can and cannot do with you. He's still learning how to be extra kind and gentle with you. But, you seem to handle his rough housing pretty well--unless it involves Luke snatching a toy. However, he definitely loves you something fierce and always informs us if you put something in your mouth.<br />
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Sam, you are really are so much fun (even if you are a handful). We see so much big personality wrapped up in your little self. We see a little guy who will stop at nothing to get what he wants, who eats like it's a true baby sport (especially if it's pancakes!), and curiously approaches life and new experiences. Getting a new diaper on you is often a legitimate challenge--you often roll away, squirm out of a hold, or just plain throw a fit when you get changed. Feeding you at the speed at which you want to be fed is also a challenge--you may be a *tiny* bit demanding ;)<br />
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And the best part of this month: you finally started sleeping through the night. Even though you still get up super early (like 5 am this morning), I'm so thankful that you don't wake up several times through the night. Go Sam!<br />
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You know what, Mr. Sammers? We love every ounce of your mischevious personality. And we can't wait to see more of who you are.<br />
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Love you,<br />
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Momma<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437646059613517274.post-66790591255790540452016-09-11T20:06:00.000-05:002017-12-07T20:23:04.799-06:00Dear Samuel: 7 MonthsLittle Sam,<br />
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This month you are really showing off. It seems that you are growing, moving, and learning exponentially these days. Could you slow down please?<br />
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You conquered the crawl--even though it took you a week or so to get it. At first it was a couple of scoots forward, plop, cry, try to get up, cry, and maybe attempt it again. You definitely got frustrated! Then, suddenly, it all clicked. Like your brother, you often scoot on one knee and use the other foot to propel you forward. You definitely love your new trick--it makes mommy accessible at all times and gives you access to all the fun "toys" like cords and the dishwasher ;)<br />
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You've also started self-feeding these last few weeks. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if I gave you puffs all day long, you would sit and eat all day. You love love <i>love </i>to eat. We still mostly spoon-feed you, but I've been sneaking you little tastes from my plate like pancakes and fresh bread. Otherwise, bananas and avocado top the list for your favorite-things-to-stuff-in-your-mouth :)<br />
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This month you also had your 3rd hospital stay--thanks to a penny that your brother fed you, a cold, and a little trouble keeping your oxygen levels right after the procedure to remove the penny. Of course, you were a champ and charmed everyone. You also took your first ambulance ride to the hospital--which we sincerely hope is the first and last one you ever take. Pretty please.<br />
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Sam, we are falling more and more in love with the kiddo who is coming out of the woodwork. Everyday, I see new pieces of your personality and love getting more glimpses into what makes you tick. You are recklessly determined--I've caught you standing in precarious places on more than one occasion. You seem to know how to crawl right into trouble and seem to enjoy it--like when you insist on pulling our Carbon Monoxide alarm out of the wall (at least five times now). You act shy with strangers, but you still love to get them to smile at you. You are constantly moving, exploring, and, yep, even terrorizing our living room toy boxes.<br />
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Sam, we love every squishy 20 plus pounds of you. We love your curious attitude and gummy smiles. We love the way you adore your brother and already have fun climbing all over him. We love that mischievous smirk you wear a lot and the way you head straight for the one thing you can't have. And your giggle--I can't get enough of it.<br />
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But, for the 7th time now, I'll tell you once more--could you start sleeping through the night?<br />
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Please?<br />
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Love,<br />
Mom<br />
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We are reaching the end of a sweaty, stuffy summer in Texas, and I'm definitely ready to see cooler temps (even though they probably won't show up until October!) and more routine around here. These last few weeks have been a lot of short outdoor playtime in the morning and indoor activities in the afternoon (it's just been too hot to go out, well, at least for this Minnesota girl!)<br />
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So, I've been trying out some new creative activities to help switch things up.<br />
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Before you think that I spend every day doing something creative and uber fun with my little guys--let me just tell you that most days my creativity is handing Luke the watercolors and letting him paint. However, it is fun to add to some different activities to the mix--so I'm going to share a few ideas that we've done lately that Luke (and Sam) have enjoyed :)<br />
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<b>1. Shower Curtain painting and sponge throwing.</b> It was inspired by this <a href="http://busytoddler.com/2016/08/sponge-targets/" target="_blank">idea from Busy Toddler. </a>Really, the only thing I did differently was let Luke paint his own design on the shower curtain (or a tarp would work too) before throwing sponges. I also thought writing letters, numbers, or shapes would add a bit of learning to the mix. We weren't so educational, but it was fun!<br />
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<b>2. Pan and roller painting. </b>This was inspired by Luke finding the roller in the garage and pretending to paint the walls. I simply made it a little more colorful by squirting paint on a cookie sheet and laying paper down across the table for him to roll on. ps. I buy this paper <a href="http://amzn.to/2b49Mhu" target="_blank">like this </a>to make art projects 100% easier to clean up. Plus, it lasts forever and makes cute wrapping paper ;)<br />
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<b>3. Laundry basket web.</b> I used a laundry basket and made a web with yarn and then plopped small toys on the bottom for Luke to grab with tongs. I thought Luke would absolutely love this activity, but it was a little "eh" for him. However, I think his younger self would have been much more into it. It was an easy activity to bring outside and at least kept him out of the dirt for a bit.<br />
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<b>4. Water bowl. </b>Whenever we go outside with Sam, I fill a big plastic bowl with water, add a few water/random toys, and let Sam splash his hands in it and grab for toys. It keeps him busy and cool without him getting too wet. Win-Win.<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/ColorandKindness?ref=hdr_shop_menu&section_id=19881112">5. Print + Create Kits.</a></b> Okay, okay--a little bit of shameless plug. But! We really have had fun with these this summer. Luke was part of the creative and "product-testing" for many of the activities and they kept him busy. Plus, we had lots of chats about the Fruit of the Spirit, God's creation, and what we are thankful for. His favorite is definitely the<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/477190759/printable-activity-kit-for-kids?ref=shop_home_active_5"> outer space kit</a><a href="http://www.cultivatecoshop.com/product/print-create-kit-scripture-exploration" target="_blank"> </a>(he has colored the space ship coloring sheet at least 6 times), but I'm kinda partial to the<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/463151380/activity-kit-for-kids-instant-download?ref=shop_home_active_6"> Thanksgiving and Prayer set</a> (How can you not love donuts?)<br />
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Since we still have many more toasty days to come, I'd love to hear your ideas or latest kid-friendly activities you've done with your kids--I can always use some fresh ideas!<br />
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Happy Friday!<br />
Nicole<br />
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Mr. Sam,<br />
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How are you already half a year old? Really--it feels like yesterday that they placed this adorable baby in my arms. And now, well, you are 20 pounds of squishy, happy goodness.<br />
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You are really starting to show off your determined and go-getter side. You are trying so hard to figure out how to move around. Right now, you can reach really well, and have pretty decent balance. Even when you do fall on your belly over and over, you keep trying. I have a feeling that when you start crawling, I won't be able to keep up with you. You are so busy! You are constantly moving--when you eat, when you sit, when you lay down, and when you play. I love seeing your tenacious spirit!<br />
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You are still digging solid foods and like 90% of what we give you. Even if you seem to not like it at first, you generally give it a few bites and end up actually liking it. We know you <i>really </i>don't like something because you make lots of spitting noises and scrunch your face up. Luke love to imitate you and inform us when you don't like food. We haven't tried much beyond purees because we want to take it slowly and make sure you are ready for more solid foods.<br />
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I'd like to report that you are sleeping through the night and not waking up so early, but unfortunately, you are not. You still wake up at least once a night and still often wake up before six. I guess we'll just have to be patient and wait for you to figure it out ;)<br />
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You still have that tuff of hair (I just can't bring myself to cut it!), still love smiling at people, and making you laugh is as easy as pie. Sometimes just making a silly face at you gets a giggle out of you. Although you are a happy guy, you still have your grumpy moments--like when you get scared of a loud or sudden noise, get a toy taken away (thanks to Luke), or don't get fed fast enough ;)<br />
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Sam, you're an absolutely joy to our family, and I'm so thankful that you are ours.<br />
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We love you!<br />
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Mommy<br />
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ps. I'm actually writing this 2 days before you are 7 months old (second child problems!), but even if I'm a bit behind, I still want to capture you at this age :)<br />
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I hear Luke rustling in his bed in the room nearby and lay quietly on the bed while Sam finally drifts off to sleep.<br />
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<i>Maybe</i>--I think quietly (hardly daring to even think noisily)--<i>he's not actually awake</i>. I groan inwardly as I hear Luke pop out of his bed and loudly throw his door open.<br />
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I lift my tired self off the bed and reach Luke before he makes more noise that would wake Sam up. I feel frustrated that I had<i> literally</i> one minute of space between my kids tandem napping and try to shake off the midday tiredness that I seem to always wear after months of disjointed sleep.<br />
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Luke's mood is a little sour and I try my best to not let it rub off on me--because I'm not exactly thrilled that I didn't have time to take the power nap that I desperately needed (and wanted). I quick find a snack for Luke because I know his mood well (because I experience this mood often): <i>hangry.</i><br />
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We settle into the afternoon and I try not to think too much about the to-do list that seems to grow because the time for myself seems to dwindle daily. Between the kids alternately napping, a certain toddler who has turned into a night owl, and a baby who is up two or three times during the night, I often feel a little clausterphobic about time.<br />
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Something about this season has triggered a response that looks like a lot of scrambling and not a lot of settling. Maybe it's because I like to place my time in tidy places, and when that isn't happening, I tend to feel disgruntled and distracted.<br />
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Do I complain when Josh get's home about the time I didn't have? Do I spend time scrolling social media while Luke plays next to me--because I just need to escape the moment for a while? Do I dwell and inwardly (and outwardly) grumble about how tired I am? Do I get frustrated and frazzled by tasks undone because I didn't have a moment to do them? Do I wish that my day could be orchestrated by my own schedule rather than by the two sweet little guys in my home? Do I feel annoyed that I can't do everything I want to do?<br />
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Yes. Sometimes I do. Actually, no, I often do.<br />
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Here's the thing-- I get why I do and feel those things. I bet that many of you would say, "Well, Nicole, of course you do. So do I." Maybe we'd feel solidarity and justification because of those shared feelings.<br />
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But here's the other thing-- I want to draw some boundary lines. Because right now I know my attitude and my time management is not my best work. It's as though I'm trying grow a crop in a gigantic field instead of setting up a boundary around a small, workable plot of ground.<br />
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<b>The boundary isn't about having a rule--it's about saying this is where I'll stop and grow something.</b><br />
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For example, the level of social media buzzing in my mind is too loud, and it's definitely to helping me that about what is true, and pure, and lovely. I find my mind eating up articles that fuel resentment and annoyance. I see posts (mostly on Facebook) that are painful to read--comments that are so bitter and mean. Not only that, but it often gobbles up time that I could spend tending to more important parts of my life. Plus, after scrolling through social media, I rarely feel refreshed.<br />
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So, I decided to delete Facebook off my phone. And when I feel overwhelmed by voices and images, I take a day or two to go social media free. I am drawing a line and saying--I know this is best for me. I know this is good. And it really is. It takes me out of every one else's life and puts me in my own.<br />
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I am also drawing a line about my attitude. I'm asking God to help me walk diligently through this season--to abide in Him. Right now, it's easier to grumble than to to grow.<br />
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I feel convicted about my eye-roll attitude in my abundant life.<br />
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Yes, I'm tired. Yes, I wish I had more time to pursue those life-giving parts of my life. Yes, I hear the world saying "you should be able to do it all."<br />
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But Psalms 62: 5 needs to be my Yes.<br />
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<i>"Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him."</i><br />
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Even though a good night's sleep, kids napping at the same time, to write without distractions, or to finish up those house projects would be glorious--they are not the magic ticket to contentedness.<span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"></span><br />
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God is.<br />
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I could have all the good things, and only God would do. I could have all the worst, and only God would do. He's all I need.<br />
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That's my version of Philippians 4:12.<br />
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Today, I'm asking God to help me draw lines. dig in where I am, and trust Him with the story.<br />
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As you may have noticed, I blog significantly less these days. I began this blog in 2010 (what!?) and have been pecking away at it for about 6 years; basically, my blog is an internet dinosaur.<br />
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Between adding a new baby, <a href="http://www.cultivatecoshop.com/" target="_blank">starting a business</a>, and just general life upkeep, the blog has been a bit dusty and vacant. For a while, I felt a self-imposed pressure to keep up with the blog at the pace I used to have. Honestly, I didn't love that pressure hanging around and curiously questioned why I felt guilty about not blogging as often (because I certainly don't have thousands of followers waiting for my next post...). It boiled down to this:<br />
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For years, my blog has been my memory-keeper. My 775 (yes, 775) blog posts have filed away <a href="http://www.nicolejoelle.com/search/label/motherhood" target="_blank">motherhood </a>thoughts, captured the essence of <a href="http://www.nicolejoelle.com/search/label/luke" target="_blank">Luke's early years,</a> and collected favorite <a href="http://www.nicolejoelle.com/search/label/recipes" target="_blank">recipes </a>and <a href="http://www.nicolejoelle.com/search/label/diy" target="_blank">projects</a>. My blog has been the digital journal for hundreds of <a href="http://www.nicolejoelle.com/search/label/Heart" target="_blank">thoughts, stories, and ideas.</a><br />
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<i>It has been the pictures and words of my life.</i><br />
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But life is transitioning to a less digital and more tangible season. A season that sorting through pictures while sitting on the floor is easier than having eyes focused on a screen. A season that I want to protect our family by not sharing everything online. A season that simply feels more private.<br />
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I'm far from saying "adios" to blogging, but I decided to start working in other mediums to collect our family memories. I tried to design a fancy photo book online, but I got so distracted by choosing fonts and lay-outs (even though it was fun!) that I knew it was time to try something else.<br />
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So, I'm preserving memories in two ways that are simple and fuss-free.<br />
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First, I'm going all 1985 and putting pictures in a picture album. I love that I can take out the pictures, rearrange them, and add little notes to the back just like my mom did.<br />
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I found a giant 3-ring binder (a honking 12x12 one). The one I found was on clearance at JoAnn's (it's actually a <a href="http://beckyhiggins.com/" target="_blank">Project Life</a> album), but <a href="http://amzn.to/2afKPgK" target="_blank">this is the one </a>I originally planned to buy.<br />
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I've printed loads of 4x4 prints (trying my best to stick to my favorites). Right now, I'm using the Shutterfly app on my phone, and it's worked so well. Plus, they often offer free 4x4 prints and you just pay shipping--so that helps keep cost down :)<br />
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Then, I grabbed these <a href="http://amzn.to/29BONzG" target="_blank">12x12 photo inserts on Amazon </a>and started filling them up. The other day, Luke and I did some simple watercoloring on 4x4 pieces of card stock to use as little inserts for jotting down dates, notes, and memories. I loved how it was an easy way to involve him and add a little artwork to the album.<br />
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I do plan on adding some 8 1/2 by 11 clear plastic inserts/folders to include Luke's artwork or other mementos. I may also print out some of my past blog posts to add to it as well.<br />
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The second thing I am doing is journaling 5 things about everyday. I take a little time at the end of the day (usually about 5 minutes) to write in a simple, lined journal. I don't have any set guidelines--but I try and think of details, moments, feelings, etc that made that day unique. I've written about milestones, hair cuts, Luke's sayings, frustrations, things I'm thankful for, observations, etc.<br />
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I also jotted down a list of prompts because sometimes as a mom my brain is mush at the end of the day and I need some prompts to encourage me to write more than: <i>The kids took naps</i> or <i>What did I do today?</i><br />
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If you are interested in trying out this kind of journaling,<a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BwZ8hr1bD6aJZWxDX3UwLUNrTDQ/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank"> you can download the prompts here.</a><br />
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It doesn't replace a good, process-it-all-out blog post/writing, and it's certainly not as fancy as a cool <a href="http://bulletjournal.com/" target="_blank">bullet journal</a>, but it works. Right now, it's a manageable way for me to keep writing and stockpiling memories and thoughts.<br />
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These methods are not prettiest or most creative ways of memory-keeping, but they are simple and easy enough for me stick with them. Right now, that's more important to me than fancy + pretty albums. Maybe that will come in another season :)<br />
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What about you? How do you preserve and record memories?<br />
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Dear Samuel,<br />
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What a busy boy you have been this month! Being the strong and determined baby that you are, you decided that sitting is where it's at. In seemingly days, you went from being a wobbly sitter to sitting up without any assistance. Now, you spend most of your waking hours sitting up, reaching for toys, exploring new textures with your hands, and watching Luke with focused curiosity.<br />
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You think sitting up by yourself is the best, but laying on your belly is still ridiculously not cool. In fact, after about 2 minutes on your belly you make it clear that you do.not.like.it.one.bit. So, still working on that!<br />
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This month, we visited Minnesota to introduce you to lots of new family and friends. In classic Sam fashion, you charmed them with your chubby smile, bright blue eyes, and cheery disposition. Thankfully, you went with the flow and didn't seem to mind that your schedule was a bit wonky. Even though you didn't have the best airplane manners (for just a bit during each of the flights), you still exchanged smiles with many passengers and flight staff.<br />
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Not only did you start sitting up on your own and took your first airplane flight this month, you also started eating some solids. I was a little worried that you would hate eating because of your surgery, but I was wrong. So far, you like oatmeal, sweet potato, avocado, and banana. However, you gave your clear and strong disapproval for peaches and green peas.<br />
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Mommy and daddy were hoping that starting solids would be the tipping point for helping you sleep through the night, but we were wrong. In fact, now that you started sleeping flat on your back for the first time (you graduated from the rock'n'play), you are waking up more often. So, kiddo, let's work on sleeping for more than three hours straight because that would really help us out. I know you'll adjust in your time, but we certainly hope it's soon!<br />
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Samuel, you are a breath of fresh air in our home and bring so much joy to our family. Your brother finally came to the conclusion that you really are pretty fantastic to have around--mostly because he realized he can boss you around a bit. He gets a kick out of playing with you, finding and taking away toys from you, and also comforting you when you have one of your "dramatic" moments. Because, really, you do get pretty dramatic at times--like if I walk away for too long or Luke grabs a toy from you.<br />
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We love that newborn tuff of air that still refuses to disappear and all 18 + lbs of you. We love your deep giggle and the way you stare at someone until they smile at you. And when they do flash you a smile, you smile such a big, gummy smile that I just want to eat you up!<br />
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We love you, Mr. Sam-the-Man. Keep being you.<br />
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Love,<br />
Mommy<br />
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Last week, I pressed "open store" on <a href="http://www.cultivatecoshop.com/" target="_blank">a new online shop adventure.</a></div>
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And it all started with an apron--<a href="http://proverbs31.org/devotions/devo/hidden-hardships-behind-closed-doors/" target="_blank">Susanna Wesley's apron</a>.<br />
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Instead of writing out a long backstory, here's a little Q&A to keep me on track ;)<br />
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<b>Q: You already have an online shop, why would you start another one?</b><br />
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<b>A:</b> Late last summer, I knew I needed to make some decisions about the Nicole Joelle Print Shop. I was in a rut, and I was envious of other shops that seemed to be so successful. Even though I was spending a lot of time creating for it, my sales weren't reflective of that time. Not only that, but I wasn't excited or passionate about what I was doing. I felt like I was just doing it to keep doing it--not because it was life-giving or providing for our family. Many days, I felt discouraged by lack of "success" or frustrated when I saw other shops doing so well. Especially since I was pregnant with Sam, I knew something had to change. So, I began to pray. I prayed for wisdom and direction. I prayed for clarity.<br />
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A few days after I began praying about it, I reheard the story of<a href="http://www.historyswomen.com/womenoffaith/SusannahWesley.html" target="_blank"> Susanna Wesley</a> and her prayer apron (the only other time I had heard it before was probably 10 years ago). And then later that week, I heard it again.<br />
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All of a sudden, sitting there on my bed praying/thinking, I had an "aha" moment about aprons.<br />
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<b>Q: Um, what do you mean you had <i>a moment</i> about aprons?</b><br />
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<b>A: </b>Even though I had heard the story of her prayer apron years and years ago, it always stuck with me. Susanna Wesley had a lot of children, and she would cover her head with her apron to pray when she needed to stop and spend some time with Jesus. Her children knew that she was praying and not to bother her. The reason the story always resonated with me was because I thought it was a perfect example of seeking Jesus in the everyday and showing your kids that you were seeking and talking with Him. That's what I want in my life and want my children to see.<br />
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Then I had a thought:<br />
<i>What if I created aprons to be a visual reminder to moms and women that Jesus is with them in the everyday?</i><br />
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<i>What other everyday products could I create that are visual reminders to seek Jesus?</i><br />
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Suddenly, my creativity was no longer dried up. Instead, everyday I felt like my ideas were multiplying. I felt renewed, excited, and passionate--it was a sweet gift from God after a season of discouragement.<br />
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Since September, I've kept a notebook filled with lots of ideas (some good, some not so much, and some way too-big-for-my britches right now).<br />
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<b>Q: But there are no aprons in your shop. Why not?</b><br />
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<b>A:</b> First of all, my vision for the aprons is unique and I want to do it right. Since I don't sew more than a straight line, I'll need help (and money!) to launch the aprons. So, I began with what I knew: paper goods to be a starting point for the shop. But I am working towards creating, designing, and producing the aprons.<br />
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<b>Q: Why did you name the shop Cultivate Co?</b><br />
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<b>A:</b> I spent weeks brainstorming for a name because I wanted it to represent the purpose of the shop: to remind you that God is with always present with you and working in you. When I looked into the word Cultivate--I loved that it meant to <i>prepare, to grow, and to develop.</i> Faith is not stagnant--it is growing and being cultivated. The motto for Cultivate Co is <i>to plant encouragement in the everyday</i> because I really do desire that each product encourages you in your faith.<br />
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<b>Q: What is your favorite product in the shop?</b><br />
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<b>A:</b> Well, I really love them all--but my favorite are these <a href="http://www.cultivatecoshop.com/category/paper-goods" target="_blank">scripture seeds </a>(little verse cards to help you plant scripture in your heart and home). The<a href="http://www.cultivatecoshop.com/product/scripture-seeds-comfort-and-care" target="_blank"> Comfort + Care</a> set all have verses that were so dear to me after<a href="http://www.nicolejoelle.com/2016/03/near-fear-about-samuel-and-nicu.html" target="_blank"> Sam was born and I</a> needed encouragement and nearness from God and His Word.<br />
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<b>Q: What are most excited about with Cultivate Co?</b><br />
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<b>A:</b> Goodness. So much! I think it's so easy to fall into the trap that following Jesus means following the rules. I have often felt guilty about not having twenty minutes of daily quiet time or that I'm not doing enough (or that God can't work in me if I'm not crossing all my t's). You know what? That's a big lie. God is in me. He works in me. He is there when I need grace after being harsh with my toddler or disrespecting my husband. He gives me wisdom about how to teach my kids about Him. He is there to praise and thank as I do those thankless and praise-less household duties. He is there. This is the heartbeat of my little shop: to encourage others as they walk day in and day out with Jesus. It's about growing where you are planted--and trusting your Creator to work in you.<br />
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<b>Q: What's your big vision for <a href="http://www.cultivatecoshop.com/" target="_blank">Cultivate Co?</a></b><br />
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<b>A:</b> Well, I certainly have ideas, but my biggest vision is to follow God's vision. I want to keep my hands open to His plans. I look forward to seeing what happens!<br />
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<b>Q: Where can I find out more about the shop?</b><br />
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<b>A:</b> Over <a href="http://www.instagram.com/cultivatecoshop" target="_blank">here on Instagram</a>, here on<a href="https://www.facebook.com/cultivateco" target="_blank"> Facebook</a>, and here is the<a href="http://www.cultivatecoshop.com/" target="_blank"> storefront.</a><br />
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<b>Q: Are there any discounts available?</b><br />
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<b>A:</b> Well, you made it to the end of the story--grab 15% off with the code STORY15<br />
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Of course, there are a lot of tiny little details that are tucked away in my mind--but hopefully this gives you a little glimpse of the story behind<a href="http://www.cultivatecoshop.com/" target="_blank"> Cultivate Co :) </a><br />
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Dear sweet Sam,<br />
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You're chubbing up, kiddo. Last I heard, you were over 17 pounds. However, <a href="http://www.nicolejoelle.com/2013/09/baby-luke-4-months.html" target="_blank">your brother was almost twenty pound at the same age</a>, so you still have to gain some rolls if you want to compete in his weight category ;)<br />
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Goodness, how do I start? Well, you are most definitely a momma's boy. You don't mind other people, but you tend to get a little grumpy if you don't see mom for a while. Now, I don't really hate that you love me so much ;), but I do wish you'd be your cute, smiley self for the those sweet nursery workers at church. If you could do that, that would so wonderful.<br />
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Yesterday, when I dropped you off in the nursery, you gave me a little pouty lip. Kid--you're too young for that. Right? Isn't that supposed to start when you two or something?<br />
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You are definitely our social guy--you love to smile and love when people smile at you. Being the social guy that you are, you also like to be held most of the time.<i> All.the.time</i>.<br />
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Laying on the floor. Not your favorite. Bouncing in your exersaucer, you like that for a bit but not too long. Laying in your rock 'n' play when it's not nap time--definitely not your favorite. Laying on your belly--you also have some strong opinions about doing that for too long.<br />
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You have rolled from your belly to your back a few times. But, I guess you decided it was over-rated and prefer to entertain us with giggles and smiles instead of rolling tricks.<br />
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Thankfully, your brother has decided that you a little more fun now that he can entertain you more. He likes to grab your cheeks and say, "chubby cheeks" and run in to see you when he hears you wake up from nap and inform me that you are awake. He thinks its the best when you lay with him in his bed before nap. He still loves to bonk you every once in a while--but I guess you should always expect that from a brother ;)<br />
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Kiddo--I do have to talk with you about your sleeping habits. You seem to have forgotten how to sleep for a long time. You used to sleep for some long stretches, and I really liked that. Now, you wake up at least twice to eat a snack in the middle of the night and generally between 5-6 in the morning.<br />
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So, if you could go back to sleeping longer, that'd be great.<br />
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Samuel, we love you and your weird tuff of newborn baby hair on your head. We adore your bright eyes and big, happy smile. We love calling you Sammy, and smook-ums, Sam the Ham, Rootin-tootin' Sam, and little marshmallow. We love the way you add such a joy to our family and sweetness to our day. We are so glad it was you.<br />
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Could you stay this little forever? Well, stay little but sleep through the night ;)<br />
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I love you,<br />
Mommy<br />
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Today I woke up to the little grunts of Sam restlessly waking up and Luke crawling onto the bed and gluing his body as closely to mine as he could. I felt a little disoriented because a strange dream had just been interrupted and it left me feeling off and weird. </div>
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I wanted space, but I turned on mothering.<br />
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I tried to steal a few inches of space from Luke and wished him a happy morning. I gathered a tiny bit of energy and pulled fussy Sam onto the bed with us. It had been a night of many interruptions, and I felt every bit of it. Josh came in and gave Sam his medicine and then I nursed him while Luke played next me. The best word to describe him was squirrelly: Except, this squirrel wasn't collecting nuts--he was driving his momma nuts. Toddler legs everywhere, his face pressed up against his brother's head, his hands grabbing things, and his little blue airplane zooming into restricted airspace.<br />
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I grumbled at him and made a half-hearted disciplinary effort after his airplane made a sharp landing on Sam. I was annoyed, and I had only been awake for ten minutes. Thankfully, he hopped out of bed to grab some cereal with Josh, and I had a few moments of just me and the little guy.<br />
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Josh brought in our morning coffee, and we had our new normal morning coffee routine--some sipping, some chatting, some baby soothing, some toddler corralling, and a lot of wondering what happened to those quiet mornings.<br />
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The morning continued to include a lot of toddler whining, a baby who seemed a little less chummy than usual, and a lot of me feeling like I was scraping the bottom of my "nice mom" barrel.<br />
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I knew before having kids that my kids wouldn't be perfect or behave perfectly. But I think I always imagined that I would be a "Disney Princess" version of a mom.<br />
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My day would start with singing birds and routine--not smelly, morning diapers and trying to negotiate a breakfast menu with a dissatisfied, but unpaying, customer.<br />
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I would always meet my kids at eye-level, and they would melt into big puddle of obedience because they couldn't help it after seeing the kindness of my eyes--not find myself with hands on the hips and eyes simmering with frustration and annoyance. Or, heaven help me, that my child would still disobey me after I spoke to him with such sweet words and kindness.<br />
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Of course, my patience would be an abounding, and even if I did lose my cool, well, my kiddos would certainly never know.<br />
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I really believed this--not really that it would <i>always</i> be so, but that it mostly would be.<br />
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And then I became a mom. And I learned that motherhood for me is certainly not singing birds, and fairy godmothers, or sleeping for any extended period of time. Ha!<br />
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Especially with two kids (one being that magical age of 3), I often feel a little like I'm always catching up and trying to keep up. I sometimes just want to find a tiny corner of space and just be untouched for five minutes. I want to find the magical bean that gives toddlers their persistence and eat it myself. I hope to make it to the end of the day without feeling like a grumpy, frazzled momma, but I hardly do.<br />
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But here's the thing--this gig, this motherhood thing, this role of daily giving up self and teaching, and washing, and feeding, and loving--it's better than singing birds, and quiet mornings, and fairy godmothers and sleeping until your love wakes you up with a kiss (and a cup of coffee).<br />
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It's hard to beat that toddler voice saying, "mommy, sit with me and rub my back"--and even when you wish for five minutes of alone time, you grab your nursing baby and sit there. And you see it--you see that tiny person relax and wind down because you are there.<br />
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You.<br />
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And when the baby who has just finished milking you for all you're worth sports a smile that says, "hey mom, I like you," you forget that it's two in the morning.<br />
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As Mother's Day approaches, I can't help but feel the enormity of this role. I can't tell you that I always find it easy. Because, honestly, it's the hardest thing I've ever done.<br />
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But I can tell you that even on the worst days, even on the days that I wonder who decided I was cut out for this, you couldn't convince me it's not worth it.<br />
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Because baby smiles, and toddler snuggles, and listening to the word "disobedience" come out of your toddlers mouth sounding like "dibedence," and tiny hands grabbing your shirt while you nurse, and joyful "roars," and crumbs on the floors--it's the stuff of this season and it's fleeting. It's downright hard, but it's worth it.<br />
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It's worth it because it's gospel-living. It teaches me selflessness in its rawest form and love in its deepest. It reminds me daily of of my need for Jesus--and my need to share Jesus.<br />
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My kids might not always have a mom who is singing with the birds or blissfully happy at all hours of the day, but they do have a mom who loves Jesus. And at the end of the day, that's what I want them to know and remember.<br />
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Or maybe they'll just remember me as a crazy mom who would pray out loud about spilled cocoa powder and patience ;)<br />
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How can that I be?<br />
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Just a blink ago they placed you in my arms. Just a blink ago they said, "Here is your son!"<br />
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My son. My sweet, sweet boy.<br />
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I loved you when they placed you in my arms. But, I love you deeper now.<br />
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You were such a sweet and happy baby.<br />
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And quite chubby<br />
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But somehow we've zipped past the drooling, and chubby thighs, babbling, and toddling--and arrived here: toddlerhood.<br />
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Even now, you are shedding even your "toddlerness" and I see more and more of a growing boy. A boy who loves dirt like worms like dirt. A boy who is tender and wild in the same minute. A boy who is clever and creative. A boy who says "googd" instead of "good," "yogo" instead of "Yoda," and "capapipper" instead of "caterpillar." A boy who is bossy and persistent. A boy who loves his bedtime cuddles and kisses.<br />
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You certainly keep us on our toes as we navigate how to best love and teach you during your determined and difficult moments--because, you know, you are three and seem to have those moments a lot.<br />
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One of my favorite parts of you is your creativity and imagination--I love finding piles of leaves that you've collected for your dinosaur or towers being built on airplanes. Somedays, we have a roaring dinosaur stomping around the living room or diggers digging out dirt at a construction site in our front flower bed. You make cupcakes with play dough and letters with blocks.<br />
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You are the world's fastest "around the table" runner and the coolest dancer. You love your little brother--even if you still are trying to navigate what in the world just happened to your life and whether Sam is really here to stay.<br />
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Kiddo--you have the bluest eyes and the sweetest smile. You love to laugh and giggle--and you do it a lot. You have a thing for matchbox cars and tiny plastic dinosaurs. We read the same darn books during nap time and bedtime for weeks (until I hide them from you because I can literally not read them <i>one.more.time</i>)<br />
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You take baking seriously and eating even more so. Living on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches is your jam. However, eating hot dogs, mac + cheese, and yogurt for the rest of your life would probably also work for you ;) You've mastered the selfie and taking 4,000 pictures in two seconds on my phone. Recently, you also mastered the toilet (for the most part) and proudly wear your Star Wars underwear. There's always dirt in your fingernails and smudges on your face. You have approximately 300 silly faces and rotate them out daily. Your energy and persistence drives me batty somedays, but I still love those parts of you.<br />
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Luke, I absolutely love being your momma and watching you grow--and growing right alongside you. I'm glad your my first little guy. And whether you want to be or not--you always will be.<br />
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Love,<br />
Momma<br />
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