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The last couple of days have been a whirlwind of excitement and changes. Some of our best friends welcomed a sweet baby girl into the world, Hampton went to his new classroom to meet his teacher and Weston had his nine month appointment! We also got some exciting news for Ryan that was really wonderful! It is a reminder of how blessed we truly are. Honestly, it’s easy to say that when things are going well, but things haven’t been sparkly and shiny, lately.
Our mornings are about to get a little bit busier when school starts next week. Hamp will start 3K and Sophie will start 2K. That means getting back on a schedule and not as much time in the mornings to get things done around the house. One of the first things I tend to cut out when we are in a hurry and on the go is my breakfast. I make sure the kids are dressed and fed and backpacks and lunch boxes are full, but I normally throw on something easy and skip breakfast. I have already started stocking up on on-the-go breakfasts for the next couple of weeks because I am determined to take a little better care of myself this year.
When I was trying to think of a Motherhood war story to share with y’all, the first one that popped in my mind was our most recent experience with my beautiful two-year-old daughter. The first words I thought of to describe this experience was “the terrible awful” – a phrase straight from the book and movie, The Help. Since reading the book several years ago, I have used this term many times to describe certain situations that end in a less than desirable way. So, without further ado, let me tell you about our day that ended with a family pizza night.
Our First Trip to the Dentist.
