The Land of Misfit Toys

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As some of you may know, I did not grow up with Christmas. I was raised with my mother, who is a Jehovah’s Witness. We did not celebrate Christmas, Thanksgiving, or any other holidays. We also did not celebrate birthdays. So many of these occasions are new to me. 

Often times when I am celebrating these occasions with my little family, I feel the child-like wonderment that my son is experiencing too. This puts extra pressure on my husband to teach us his family traditions, as I don’t have any to call back on and G is just doing what we do.

This has and will continue to allow us to create some of our own traditions. This year, I made a beef stew on Christmas Eve. Granted it was just prep and throwing everything in the crockpot, it still feels like something I could make a family tradition. As G gets older, I am sure we will continue to add traditions. 

For me, it is exciting to share these things with him from my unique prospective. The holidays we celebrate don’t come from a sense of religion, but for me, it is more a sense of togetherness and family bonding. There is something special about celebrating with the three of us (five if you count that cats; for Christmas I do, since they have stockings too). I hope to continue to foster that feeling in my son. Not that the holidays are about obligation or just about gifts, but about time spent with the ones you love. Happy Holidays all!

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The Great Debate

It’s the question that everyone asks and the conversation my husband and I have on a near daily basis….

When to have baby #2.

For many the answer it cut and dry. Just start now. Why not? What are you waiting for?

For me, there are so many considerations. There is my health. My husband’s health. Our financial situation.  Our living situation. The fact that I am in school. The fact that I am in a more demanding job that I started fairly recently. And of course, as with any person making excuses, the list goes on.

Some say there will never be a right time. Part of me believes this and wants to just go for it. Then, my logic kicks and I start calculating and analyzing. Everything seems like sunshine and roses when the possibility is ahead of you. When I’m in the midst of my pregnancy, I might start wondering why I rushed into it. Who says that two years is the perfect spacing between children? I would dare to say that three to four years is just as good!

For now, I want to finish out 2013 with no more big surprises. We have had health scares, daycare drama, and good news to balance out the bad. But I truly believe I have had enough change to last me the rest of the year. I want to start 2014 fresh and ready for the blessings and challenges ahead. Will that mean another baby? Perhaps. I would like to think that it will be that easy. But as life has shown me over the past few years, just when you think things are just as they should be, life gets in the way.

This sweet boy we have is a blessing on his own. While another little one would only add to our joy and fill our hearts more, I will not for one moment think that we need more kids to be complete. We are complete as is. With the family we have now. If we are afforded the opportunity to add to that in the future, then so be it.

And the debate rages on….

Why Does 2013 Hate Me?!

Well now, 2013, you’ve done a good job throwing everything but the kitchen sink at me, now haven’t you? I seem to remember that it was not but a few blog posts ago that I was so hopeful that you, 2013 would be a great year for me. Yet here we are, about one month in and I’ve had just about enough. But let’s start with the good. Continue reading