Untitled1


Wow, seeing this show up in my inbox this morning brought up way more emotions than just a simple reminder that I started a blog 4 years ago today. I naively entered the blogging community simply because I was too lazy to write my thoughts in a journal and I needed an outlet to chronicle our struggle with infertility. Little by little people started to follow, I started to receive emails/messages of support, and then it quickly turned into a large community cheering us on in our journey to conceive a child. I made friends, all over the world, that I keep in touch with to this day. I may have closed that chapter of my life but not a day goes by that I’m not reminded of how truly lucky we were to have the support we received. It’s even more satisfying when someone on the other side of the country emails to tell me I’m the only person they’ve ever confided in with their infertility struggles. What once felt shameful, embarrassing, and sometimes like my world was crumbling before my eyes, now feels like a gift. Please, if you or someone you know needs an outlet, you know where to find me. I’m always here to help. ~K

PS- I hang out over at Instagram a lot . Check me out at OhHappyMiracle.

Wow, seeing this show up in my inbox this morning brought up way more emotions than just a simple reminder that I started a blog 4 years ago today. I naively entered the blogging community simply because I was too lazy to write my thoughts in a journal and I needed an outlet to chronicle our struggle with infertility. Little by little people started to follow, I started to receive emails/messages of support, and then it quickly turned into a large community cheering us on in our journey to conceive a child. I made friends, all over the world, that I keep in touch with to this day. I may have closed that chapter of my life but not a day goes by that I’m not reminded of how truly lucky we were to have the support we received. It’s even more satisfying when someone on the other side of the country emails to tell me I’m the only person they’ve ever confided in with their infertility struggles. What once felt shameful, embarrassing, and sometimes like my world was crumbling before my eyes, now feels like a gift. Please, if you or someone you know needs an outlet, you know where to find me. I’m always here to help. ~K

PS- I hang out over at Instagram a lot . Check me out at OhHappyMiracle.
Happy 2nd Birthday Eliana!

{Photos by Revolution Studios)

She’s…

singing her ABC’s…counting to 20…having an entire conversation about our day over dinner…spells her name wholly…memorized Twinkle Little Star yesterday after I sang it to her only twice…

She’s a sponge I tell ya.

Everything I say is understood and this little girl y’all, she has real raw emotions. She feels badly when she disappoints me. I mean, I tell her “I’m disappointed in you”, and she actually says, “I’m sorry” and starts to whimper. It’s incredible. We talk through frustration. Rarely do we have any sort of crying. I explain to her why she shouldn’t be so frustrated and she actually nods, calms down and says, “yeah”. Kinda like,I get it mom.

I’m so impressed by her, but at the same time intimidated. How will I ever keep up? She will far surpass me one day— in all aspects I’m sure. What will I do? Is it strange that I almost feel like I’m not good enough for her? I know it sounds silly, but I sometimes feel insecure as her mother, like I’ll never be able to teach her all the things she deserves to know or actually know the best way to teach her. 

So far I’m patting myself on the back. So far I do feel all the warm feelings at night like, I’m really good at this, but I know there will come a time when this beautiful little being will start to dream bigger than I could ever possibly dream {and hopefully put those dreams into action}. 

I do believe she was meant for something bigger than I could have ever imagined. I guess my job isn’t to know everything or be good at everything.

My job is to just be in the moment with her and remind her that absolutely nothing can stop her.

No one.

Nothing.

She can have it all. 

And she will.

Happy Birthday to the most loved little two year old I know.

~mom

This time two years ago…

I was in the throws of labor, sitting in a hospital bed, carrying a child in my belly…

this child.

I explained to Eliana tonight, in the best possible explanation to an almost two year old, that she was in my belly this time two years ago.  She stared at her belly button and said, “Baby in my belly, mommy?” It’s such an incredible thing ya know? There was a baby in my belly. My child was in my belly. There was a beating heart {other than my own} in my belly. I gave her life. Her father and I gave her life. I carried her for 41 full weeks.

And here we are today…

Running with a toothbrush on our back porch, singing Twinkle Little Star, and eating popcorn.

I’d say I’m pretty lucky.

~K

Happy Saturday y’all! A little video from Eliana saying hello to a few of her play date buddies. I just die with that sweet voice each time. She’s legit edible.

~K

I think we may have another geek on our hands, just like daddy…

She begs to watch “The Universe” every night before bed.

~K

Last night at dinner Eliana picked up a knife and fork and started cutting her chicken up all by herself! I must be doing something right with this whole parenting gig. Right?

Last night at dinner Eliana picked up a knife and fork and started cutting her chicken up all by herself! I must be doing something right with this whole parenting gig. Right?

Whenever I’m out with these three I always get asked if they’re triplets…meaning my triplets. My reply, “I’d die”. Mad respect for those with multiples. I don’t know how you do it!

Whenever I’m out with these three I always get asked if they’re triplets…meaning my triplets. My reply, “I’d die”. Mad respect for those with multiples. I don’t know how you do it!

Static much?

Static much?

If the girl wants to rock her tutu, let her rock her tutu.

If the girl wants to rock her tutu, let her rock her tutu.

(Eliana spelling her name at 21 months)

I find myself constantly asking, “When should I start teaching her this?” or “Is it too soon to sit down and focus on that?” “Is this too advanced for her?” 

I certainly don’t want to push her.

But I’m finding that Eliana really enjoys repetition. She loves music. She loves the alphabet. Words. Numbers. Shapes! So I’m just going to go with it— there really is no magic answer, right?

For a couple of weeks now I’ve been working with Eliana on how to spell her name and just last week she said it clear and as southern as she possibly could. Enjoy the loud cheers and one of her best friends, Baby Rachel, falling at the end. Poor thing!

~K

I’ve been under the weather today, so John has taken over my nightly baby duties like a champ….now that’s my kinda man.

I’ve been under the weather today, so John has taken over my nightly baby duties like a champ….now that’s my kinda man.

One of them didn’t make it. Guess who?

One of them didn’t make it. Guess who?

Lips puckered and ready to dance. (Can you believe she’s going to be 2 in May?!)

Lips puckered and ready to dance. (Can you believe she’s going to be 2 in May?!)

Love Eliana.

"Mommy, I read book like big girl." ~Eliana, 20 months

"Mommy, I read book like big girl." ~Eliana, 20 months





Follow OhHappyMiracle on Twitter

Photobucket