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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.

Did you do this already? I forget. Tagging you in the 5 random things post I just did! (Here’s what being tagged means: “Tag, you’re it. The rules are: state five random facts about you and then go to 10 of your favorite blogs and tell them they are it.”) (Also, you don't have to if you don't want to. I almost didn't. Ha.)

You’re so funny H. Here goes!

1- I have a lot of pretty OCD habits but two in particular: A- I type words with my hands constantly without any knowledge of doing it. I’ll hold John’s hand and within seconds he says, “What are you typing?” B- I spell words backwards in my head. Like Capital Blvd. I’ll just say, “LATIPAC” over and over in my head. 

God, I sound cray.

2- I dye my hair. Yes, almost everyone does these days, but I dye it because I’m about 45% gray— and that’s me being nice to myself. I found my first gray hair at 15. FIFTEEN! This hot italian hair stylist, named Fabio, found it. I thought I was going to die. I’m only 31 people.

3- I have polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS). I always felt different as a child. When my friends were getting their periods in middle school, I knew something was wrong. I didn’t start until 9th grade and I could go 6 months without a period. It wasn’t until I was 19, and I had an ovarian cyst rupture and almost died, that I found out. I struggle with it in all aspects of my life- infertility, weight, fatigue, skin, hair. I’m come to realize that working out is a huge part of keeping it under control. I can tell a huge difference in my all over health when I’m not regular with my workouts.

4- I have plantar fasciitis. When Eliana was about 3-4 months old, I started having severe pain in the heel of my foot. After months of dr’s visits, orthodics, new shoes, chiropractor visits, and a lot of money spent, I thought I was on the mend. Now, over a year later, I’m still dealing with pain. The pain has now grown from my heel to pretty much my entire foot and into my ankle. I still wear my orthodics almost every day, and nothing seems to help. Ironically as I type this, I just set up an appointment today to go see a doctor. Here’s to hoping for new feet!

5- I’ve spent a lot of time trying to find my niche in the world. Just recently {well probably since Eliana was born} I’ve realized that there is a creative side to me. John and I have been discussing, at length, about what it is I want to do when I grow up (kidding) {not really kidding}, and I’m starting to push towards cosmetology school.

I love the idea of making people feel good in general. I love hair. I love talking. I love making money.

It’ll be a huge sacrifice on our little family of three. John will have to go into work early, so I can be in night school every Tues-Thurs, then all day Saturday— and of course the extra cost of tuition. But I keep reminding myself that I WILL NOT ever work  9-5 in a corporate office again and I want to do something that I love and can control my hours when I’m a bit older. There will come a time that this house is an empty nest and I cannot imagine not having somewhere to go each day.

With that said, the real problem lies with #4 {see above}.

My feet.

I couldn’t possibly do this for a living if I have a significant foot issue. I’m terrified of all the years I’ve spent damaging my feet, whether it be from dance, cheerleading {dont.judge.me!}, tumbling, and of course those 4 inch heels I literally lived in back in the day— the clubbing years. I just pray that the doctor tells me that I can be “fixed” or it’s off to the drawing board I go… again….

Now that wasn’t so bad. Thanks H for passing this along. Maybe I’ll start to dust this blog off a bit…

Hey wait! If you want to, follow me on IG and Twitter. I spend A LOT of time over there posting yummy pictures of my little one.

Both are Ohhappymiracle.

~K

(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





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