January & February: First trimester. Nausea all the time, sleeping all the time. Baby Bottle Campaign & Gala preparations keeping me super busy at work. My 33rd birthday and sharing the news about our addition to the family. We didn’t know the gender yet but I was praying about my pregnancy early on and felt… Continue reading 2019 in review.
Shiloh, I pray that you enjoy being part of our family as much as we will enjoy adding you to it. Spencer, I pray that you love every second of being a big brother and that you never forget that you were our first. You made us so happy that we decided to have another… Continue reading A prayer for my children.
I often heard the phrase "terrible twos." When my son turned two, I heard over and over again how interesting and frustrating my life was about to be. To be honest, I thought age 2 was a breeze. I wondered if I might be some lucky parent whose child would skip the terrible two phase,… Continue reading Three-nager.
Right around this time 3 years ago, I took a pregnancy test in our downstairs bathroom. I was home alone when I saw the two lines on the stick. Immediately, I felt this overwhelming sense of unconditional love and intense pressure to protect. I knew my baby was just a speck at that point, but… Continue reading Trading worry for worship.
It's been awhile since I posted anything. Keeping up with a blog was much easier when my son was barely toddling and I only worked 3 days a week. 🙃 I need to get something off my chest, though. It doesn't even have to do with parenting or with Spencer. It has to do with… Continue reading Distracted.
I, Kristen, take you, Jordan, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. A little over four years ago, I stood on a stage in a white lace dress, holding… Continue reading For better or worse.
I spend the majority of my time with my child, who is not quite two years old. I work 18-20 hours a week, and the rest of that time, I am with Spencer. (And I love it). My point is... spending so much time with a little child has really changed my perspective on a… Continue reading Childlike faith.
When I was pregnant, I had an app on my phone that tracked my baby's development each week and had a little handprint to show how big the baby's hand was that week. I kept all my ultrasounds in my purse and stared at them, wishing I could just see him already. I remember reading… Continue reading Fearfully and wonderfully made.
Ever since I can remember, I've felt immense pressure to seem like I have it all together. Negative emotions were not well-received in my home growing up... we didn't have "pity parties" or show our weaknesses. I wasn't allowed to fail and when I did inevitably fail, I felt that I needed to hide it… Continue reading I’m inadequate, and that’s completely ok.
"I never missed one service with any of my kids. I was right back in the church pew after I gave birth," one older lady from our church proudly told me shortly after I became a mother. What she didn't say, but absolutely meant, is that having a child is no excuse to miss church… Continue reading When motherhood changed my church life.
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