Fall 2018

Fall 2018

We had a great and busy October frolicking through Denver’s prettiest season. And it is all thanks to my babies that I enjoyed fall so much more this year. Life really takes on a different meaning when you live it through children’s eyes.

Babies make everything seem like it’s new and exciting because, well, everything actually is new to them. Who knew the zoo would be so fun just because carved pumpkins lined the pathways? Or that Union Station had the potential to be the perfect dance floor for a spooky, Halloween song?

This was not Rafael’s first fall but it is the first year when he was able to appreciate it.  He danced at Cider Days, trick-or-treated at the zoo and Union Station, partied at his aunt’s costume/Halloween bash, and wandered several pumpkin patches in search of the perfect mini gourds. And I was the mama feverishly taking pictures. I needed to because this was the best fall I have ever had on record and it was all thanks to these baby sharks/tiger/skeleton.

 

Cookies for Lunch

Cookies for Lunch

193BD3D3-1E8B-4F76-B39A-73109E2F028ASometimes, eating cookies for lunch… in the ball pit… while naked is OK.

We visited family for lunch yesterday. They ordered pizza, salad, and some cookies for us and my son refused to eat everything but the cookies. Normally, I would stress out at what he is or isn’t eating but this time, I chose to let loose and allowed him to choose for himself. It was liberating. For him and for me! 

When we got home, it turned out that I needed to reserve my energy for what was coming… He refused to nap. 

I recently read a fellow mom post about trying to put her daughter down for a nap for 1.5 hours… unsuccessfully. I decided that wasn’t going to be me so I brought the kids to the play area and set out to have a wild, tiring afternoon.

There, my son decided to get himself wet by sipping water then letting it drip down his clothes. Annoyed, I took his clothes off and threw them in a pile to wash later (along with the blankets and pillow cases he spit on in the process). Then I remember how well the cookies worked for us earlier—what if I just let him run freely around naked instead of dressing him and stressing over him getting dirty through play?

So there we were… playing in the ball pit for the afternoon… naked. Both happier than we would have been had I forced the healthy meal and ideal clothing on us. And because he was looking a little too skinny without a shirt on, I thought “a few more cookies couldn’t hurt”.

IG vs Real Life

IG vs Real Life

I’m a mama of two and I am one that takes full advantage of the available social media and blogging sites with tips and tricks on how to properly do this mom thing. I follow select pages for parenting tips, meal ideas, fun activities, and even hip outfit suggestions. I don’t know how they ever raised kids without Instagram and Pinterest!

In doing this, however, I’ve become so idealistic to the point that I’ve developed some unrealistic expectations of my babies.

From sleeping patterns to eating habits to potty training… I’ve been inclined to expect picture perfection worthy of a blogger’s IG feed. And this has caused insecurities in my parenting skills. Why isn’t my baby sleeping through the night yet? Why is my toddler still in diapers? Am I bad at this? Maybe I’m breaking them…

I decided to document my musings to help me sort out these thoughts so that, in moments of doubt, I am able to better recognize when it’s real life and when it’s staged for the internet—when I’m being reasonable and when I’m being overly critical of myself as a parent. Hopefully, in doing this, I can sleep a little better at night… you know, all the 2.5 hours of it.