Last week was a tough week for Hudson. I thought that by having boys I was going to be able to avoid the arguing and bickering, but I was very wrong.

Hudson didn’t nap for three days last week. He actually did fine when he wasn’t napping. He stayed in his room and played very quietly. The lights were still out and his white noise was still playing, but he just never went to sleep. He just played and sang songs and talked to his stuffed animals.

But when 5:30 or 6:00 came around and before TC got home, he began to melt down. Crying at the drop of a hat. Screaming when he didn’t get his way or if Hayes looked at him funny.

It was clear that I had to stay consistent with enforcing nap time and that, hopefully, he would actually sleep during nap time again someday.

I discovered that to push through the tantrums in the “witching hour” every night, we had to get creative. I had to come up with a way to get his mind off of how tired and cranky he was and make him laugh.

And that’s where Adam Levine and Maroon 5 come in. (We can also thank our friends at Disney, Elizabeth Mitchell and Oh Susanna, and Bob Marley.)

But this week it was Moves Like Jagger.

We had our living room dance party and waved our hands in the air. And waved ’em like we just don’t care.

I showed Hudson my moves and he showed me his.

He has no idea who Mick Jagger is or what Jagger’s moves are.

In fact, he call him “Dragger.” He asks, “Dance to ‘Dragger’?” So we do. We listen to the song on repeat for about 20 minutes every night. And Hudson loves it!

I even taught him how to do “the swim” and he sings along while holding his nose and waving his arms in the air.

So that’s our little gimmick. It’s a distraction for all of us and it carries us over into bath time and bed time. Thank goodness for edited/toddler-appropriate versions of pop songs!

Our new night time routine includes supper, “Moves Like Dragger,” bath time, books, and bed.

*P.S. If it weren’t for Glee I wouldn’t even know about this song. Our music choices in the car are limited to Disney tunes and whatever I’m working on for children’s choir. Thank you, Glee, for helping me stay with it.

I was looking through old blog posts last night as I tend to do every few months. It’s fun to go back to specific times and be able to remember what was going on. I used to do a better job of documenting the day to day and it’s so funny to go back and read about specific things that happened.

Last night I was reading in my archives around the months right before Hudson was born. I mentioned our anniversary trip to Savannah, but never blogged about the actual trip or posted any pictures. I think that’s mostly because I was 36 weeks pregnant on our first anniversary and I am almost positive I didn’t want to have my picture taken.

Since Etta James died last week, I’ve been humming the song “At Last” to myself a lot. Todd has always been confused by that song. He never could figure out why they sing it as the first dance song at many weddings. When I asked him why, he said, “The words say, ‘At last, my love has come and gone.’ I mean, how depressing is that for a first dance?”

I laughed and clued him in to the actual lyrics. (“My love has come along.”)

And then we laughed and remembered the night of our first wedding anniversary.

We went to eat at the Olde Pink House in Savannah. It’s one of the more popular restaurants in Savannah and they give a really good Southern dining experience.

I guess when Todd made our reservations for that night he mentioned that it was our first anniversary, as any proud groom would do!

So we got to the restaurant and we were enjoying a wonderful, quiet meal. I was large and I was hungry.

All of a sudden, Etta James’s doppleganger walks over and says, “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Carroll. Happy anniversary.”

We thanked her for being so kind and then, without warning, she steps back and sings,

“Aaaat Laaaaaast!”

And she proceeded to sing “At Last” in its entirety at full volume to us.

We were in a very small dining room with many other patrons, who were looking on. We were all enjoying the entertainment. But I really do not like public attention and I am very easily embarrassed. My face turns bright red and is flaming hot when I know a bunch of people are looking at us.

And here we were, really enjoying her voice, but not really sure if we were supposed to look at her. Or look at each other? Or smile or cry?

So now every time I hear that song, I get this really nervous feeling as I remember that night and the really nice lady who serenaded us, but embarrassed me to death.

I told y’all I’d be doing a few blogging “trunk shows” in the next few weeks and this is the second one.

My friend, Catherine, is a rep for Blessed Be The Name and I wanted to help her by showing all of you what adorable clothes she is selling.

Email Catherine@pinkpeeps.com for information on sizing and prices!

View the Blessed Be The Name Spring/Summer Line Album Here

I love Blessed Be The Name kids clothes. They are so comfortable looking and just so classic. They’re easy and made to sustain lots of play, lots of wear, and lots of washes.

This sweet baby boy’s outfit is just calling my name for little Hayes.

I love their easy separates. Skirt, shorts and pants for girls can be easily paired with one of their adorable tops.

And there are sweet appliqués for boys. Appliqued tees are my favorite thing for Hudson to wear.

Blessed Be The Name clothes cannot be purchased online. But Catherine has put together a really great album of all of the clothes from this season’s line. She can answer all of your questions about sizing and how to order, if you’re interested.

Take a look at the album she put together so you can browse all the clothes.

Blessed Be The Name Spring/Summer Album

Email Catherine at Catherine@pinkpeeps.com for information on sizing and prices!

Over the years, I’ve written about contentment. And I’ve written about waiting for what’s next. Before we were engaged, I waited on the perfect job. Then I got the job and then waited on the engagement. Then it was the wedding. Then it was waiting to have a baby. And then it was about when we would have the second baby.

I like change. I’m just one of those people that grew up with change, so I like it as an adult.

But we don’t have any changes on the horizon. No job changes, no school changes, no additions to the family or plans to renovate or even buy some furniture. We’ve thrown around the idea of putting our house on the market to see what happens, but that seems like a shot in the dark. This is our normal. We are settled.

And that is a weird feeling.

It’s strange to be at an age where things are set. We have a routine and that routine won’t be changing any time soon. We have excitement and laughter and there are definitely things to look forward to. But it is such a strange feeling to know that we’re in a place where we’ll do the same things tomorrow that we did today (give or take a meeting, event or unexpected circumstance) and that will last for the next few years.

I can stop waiting. I wake up and enjoy these sweet years with these little people and my best friend. And pray through the struggles and praise for the joy.

Is this like “Deep Thoughts with Jack Handy” and this is the most random thought ever? Or have any of you ever felt that way?

It is fantastic and foreign to be at a point in your life where you think, “Okay. I’m settled now. I’m content and I’m done with waiting for something big to happen.”