Pre-1 Month Updates

Adjusting & Lots of Sibling Love

It's always easier with the village. I had wonderful people make things for the baby & drop off food. Mom, Troy & Lisa all came to play with the kids. Mr Smith always gives me a third hand. I let the kids watch a ton of TV, but we also are lucky enough to enjoy good weather now. They've made use of the water table, Jeep & their bikes. I know they have felt some neglect, but they are lucky to have each other. We spoil them once in awhile with treats or late night shows to show we care, ha! Dad took Dallin on the father/son campout about two weeks in. The novelty hasn't worn off of having our own baby. Dallin copies Lexi and she dotes on the baby constantly. They always want turns holding her. We still haven't figured out how to keep the older two from crawling into our bed at night. So it's just one big party by 5AM!

First Sunday, Mother's Day + End of Soccer

Was a complete fail! Haha. And I didn't get the photo I wanted, but here is to hoping for a better future. (the second Sunday was MUCH better although we still haven't managed family photos). I know expectations typically ruin things, but I decided we could go for sacrament meeting & as soon as Dallin peed 1 minute into walking out the door, I regretted even getting dressed. I melted down. Here is how the rest went: I was already invested so I just changed him (fussing) & we left. Missed sacrament (the reason for going). As soon as we sit down Becca poops, screams & then I find myself nursing in the mother's lounge regretting most of it. I wanted Lexi to be able to sing to me, but she didn't even get to do that, ha! The picture below of Dallin tells all. The truffles saved me & I took way-past-tired Dallin & Becca home after sacrament meeting. A mother's life. At least soccer season is over now, no more obligations! Mr Smith & I had our frustrations out headed to the game (my point: sometimes I want to just depend on him to take care of things; his point: just take care of it instead of whining) & we were late for the first game & ended up on the wrong team, but none of it is worth the fight. Although idk if the finale was great, the season as a whole was good since I think she liked soccer in the end, learned how to hustle & push herself. I'm proud of her sticking it out. She was just happy to be on a team scoring goals, even if it wasn't her. We kept thinking defense seemed to come more naturally. We left sunburned & moving on. I'm debating about a gymnastics camp.

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And so it begins, again

At what point do you ... 1. Keep holding on waiting for inspiration to come 2. Try something different 3. Let go & walk away I'd say most of us are usually somewhere in between #1 & #2, but there are occasional moments where I find myself locked into another Jane Austin film with some oreos & milk ignoring reality all together. Today, I'm trying to rise above some level of complacency & clear my mind at your expense. Mr Smith & I had a good run of it, but since blogs became obsolete in 2017 while Instragram chained us all to algorithms, I had no audience nor desire to write in this world. But times change, after it murders our souls, and alas we are famished for an authentic keyboard with less distractions again. So, let's catch up. They say it comes in threes... Since our job change in 2017, we experienced three more moves, three additional job changes (that don't necessarily align with the moves), and three additional children. 2018-2022 were ver...

Breaking Silence for Religion

I've never been good at being concise. I like words too much. I think outloud. And I haven't had time to blog all these conversations & posts & mental thoughts and it's eating at me to write it all down, to get it out there. These are some words that no one understands anymore: love, tolerance, faith, forgiveness, covenants, judgment, respect, moderation, self-worth, humility, equality...at least if they say they do, I wouldn't believe them. In truth, I think we should be forever understanding what these words mean. Yet I hear people affirming over & over again in their actions & with their voice that they want to be right and they want you to know it & accept the choices they're making. So much for democracy & freedom. They might say "to each his own" but I'm not idealistic anymore, people don't really believe that. I reference "the world" a lot. Let's clarify what I mean. We can start with Holly...

We're patiently waiting

Picture Mr Smith putting together the pack-n-play. He was so cute. Mostly when he had to read the directions. Do we have a child? Don't ask such silly questions. Hopefully it won't collect too much dust in 5.5 months. We're ready now . . . (but not really) It has a changing thing and a removable bassinet that vibrates. I'm okay with not needing a changing table. It will probably mean we won't get a crib for awhile too. Next we need to hear from our baby/exercise friends a good car seat & jogging stroller (maybe ones that work together)... Any favorites? Then a blanket . . . Then a breast pump . . . Then a diaper bag. . . Then lots of diapers, toys & cute clothes. And even a mobile. Then they get older and there's even more things. Mr Smith is just so thrilled. I'd love to hear about any products that you recommend/absolutely love having. Here is one thing you can do to annoy Mr Smith: go ...

Mr & Mrs Smith

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