"You're pregnant!" (cue the waterworks)

Back in 2008, I was a young, carefree newlywed of about five months. I was sitting at my desk at work one day and I found myself on the verge of tears. For no real reason.

I can remember telling my coworker that I just felt “off” and that I thought I might burst into tears but I had no idea why. I decided to go home at lunch and take the rest of the day off work. On my way home, a thought crossed my mind. I was late. You know, “late” late. But there was just no way I could possibly be pregnant.

But then again, I knew I felt “off” and strangely emotional. So I ran to the drugstore on the way home and bought a few pregnancy tests. I had never even bought a pregnancy test before. I rushed home, took the test, and about twenty seconds later, the word “pregnant” showed up. (I get those digital tests so I can’t be at all confused.)

And I sank to the floor in the bathroom and cried. I laughed a little, too, while I cried. But there were a lot of tears. I was happy, scared, shocked, and nervous to tell Todd and our families.

Over the next few months, I’d cry at the drop of a hat. I cried if I was tired and I cried if I was mad. I cried if someone looked at me the wrong way or if I even so much as imagined what my baby’s face might look like. The only way I knew how to express emotion (any emotion) during my pregnancy was through tears.

After Hudson was born, I found that this expression of emotion was even worse. I hear stories told in Sunday school by some friends and start crying before they can finish two sentences. I watch coffee commercials or grocery store commercials about family members coming home for the holidays and just weep.

Motherhood changed me. I was an emotional person before (I cried during the Westminster Kennel Club dog show as a child because I thought the basset hound “looked sad” and it made me sad) but something about the overwhelming love for another little person–or two little people–has just softened my heart and made it so hard for me to go five seconds without thinking about them. Every little thing reminds me of how much I love them.

Fortunately, the really intense emotions started during pregnancy, so I wasn’t completely shocked when Hudson was born. I would sing to him while I rocked him to sleep, and after about four lines of “You Are My Sunshine,” I was weeping and having to wipe my tears off of my baby’s head. Cuckoo? Definitely. Overwhelmed by love? Without a doubt.

What kind of emotions did you experience during pregnancy and during that precious newborn time?

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Read, Build, & Win!

I am so excited about today’s review and giveaway! This review was really done by Hudson, so that’s what has me so excited. Hudson is in this really fun stage where he is just a sponge. He never stops talking. He loves hands-on activities and loves to make things. He loves to learn, and he especially loves to read!

Hudson and I were given the opportunity to review the new LEGO DUPLO Read & Build Set. LEGO DUPLO is introducing its new line of Read & Build products. These sets come with bricks (or LEGOs) that allow preschool aged kids like Hudson to engage with the book storyline in a hands on way, which helps them learn to read.

The set comes in a box with a sturdy board book and twelve bricks. Hudson absolutely loves books and he loves to build things. He is constantly stacking things and using LEGO bricks at home. So I knew he would get so excited about this set!

He immediately wanted to start putting things together using the bricks, so I started reading the book to him. The story was about a girl named Penny and a boy named Joe. Penny needed an airplane, and the story told us how to put together the airplane. It shows you the picture of all the different bricks you need and how to put them together.

It was so simple that Hudson was able to figure out how to do it by himself. And he was so very excited that he built something that looked exactly like what he saw in the book! He kept walking around showing everyone the picture of the airplane in the book and showing us that he made one that looked just like it.

Then we built the car for Joe. Hudson kept wanting to play with the airplane and the car, but he only wanted to play with them if we could read the book at the same time. I’m excited that Hudson is learning more and more about reading. He recognizes some sight words and has learned all of his phonics over the last year. It’s fun to show him new ways to learn to read, so I’m really happy that LEGO DUPLO has introduced this new product line to help engage kids with reading.

For a chance to win a $100 LEGO gift card, tell me how do you think Lego Duplo Read & Build will help your child learn to read?

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looking for beauty in the chaos

The week before we came to visit my parents was a tough one. We’d just gotten over hand, foot and mouth and we were trying to find a good mix of spending time outside, but not over heating and collapsing from heat stroke.

Hudson stopped napping. Hayes is constantly on the move. We had a couple of house showings, which is really a good thing, but it just throws a kink in the plans. Todd was having incredibly busy days at work, which means he either comes home at a decent time and works all night or he just comes home really late.

I promise I didn’t write this post just to complain. Bear with me.

One particularly tough day, Todd surprised me and came home early while the boys were still napping. We were sitting down just catching up on the day and I just hugged him and started to cry. I was so tired. And overwhelmed. And really just feeling like I was failing my kids.

Hudson was acting out because he wasn’t getting to run and jump and go wild outside because it was too hot. And Hayes is still not really saying any words other than the occasional babble. So when I sit down with him to do some fun basic word flash cards or read him books, Hudson is all up in my lap and in his face answering any questions for Hayes.

I spend so much of the day correcting Hudson for not sharing and for screaming at his brother when Hayes gets too close to his toys.

And there was just this big moment where I felt like I couldn’t do anything for either of them without completely losing my patience and becoming “scary mommy.” And scary mommy is just not the way I want to be.

So I’m hugging Todd and wiping away my tears and he says, “Don’t get mad when I say this, but would you be happier if you went back to work?”

And I had no idea how to answer. I don’t think there is an answer. I have no idea if I’d be happier. But even having to use the word “happier” implies that I’m not happy. And I am so happy.

But the days are hard. They just are. I love my boys so much, but there are days when I feel helpless.

Going back to work is not in the plans. But I’m trying to give myself some grace. When I lose my patience because I’ve heard “Mommy, mommy, mommy” way too many times in one day, I wonder what I need to do.

And then we got away. We escaped to my parents’ house for a change of scenery. For some quality time during the day with my mom and fun in the evening with my dad. Of course we have missed Todd more than words can even express, but a change of scenery was exactly what we all needed.

I successfully potty-trained Hudson. And if that didn’t redeem me from “scary mommy” I don’t know what would. I am incredibly excited about Hudson’s achievement. Both of my boys had lots of one-on-one attention and it was just a great couple of weeks.

And now we are recharged and ready to get back home. When I was picking up their toys and getting my parents’ house back in order, I felt a little sad. Mostly sad for my mom and dad. Their house will be really quiet again. And in some ways I know they are looking forward to the normalcy and quiet, but I also know they’ll miss those funny giggles and constant jabbering.

This also gives me some good perspective. My days may be long and some days I can’t wait for Todd to get home. Our house may be chaotic, loud, and messy. But what’s so bad about a little mess? And is chaos really all that bad when the ones making all the noise are super cute?

I’m heading back home and “scary mommy” is a long way behind us in the rear view mirror.

Yes, ma'am!

One of the things that I’ve loved most about my life (and honestly one of my favorite things about blogging) is all of the different people I’ve come in contact with and the different experiences I’ve had. As I’ve moved around in my life and gotten to know different people from different areas of the country (and around the world) I have to come to notice and appreciate all of our differences.

Take this scene from the other day when I was visiting with my friends here in Indiana…

Me: “Hudson?”

Hudson: “WHAT?”

Me: “You mean, ‘ma’am’?”

Hudson: “Ma’am?”

This is a regular exchange around our house. Sometimes Hudson catches himself on his own, but he usually needs to be reminded to say, “ma’am.”

But in this particular instance, I realized, “Oh! We’re not at our house and my friends are probably wondering why in the world I want my little boy to say ma’am.”

I want him to say “sir,” too when he’s talking to men.

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It’s a regional thing. I grew up in Louisiana before moving to Indiana in the 8th grade. I spent my whole life saying “yes, ma’am” and “yes, sir” and “no, ma’am” and “no, sir.” Instead of saying, “What?” when someone called my name, I’d answer with, “Ma’am?” Or “sir?”

It was a habit. My parents taught it to me because it’s what most kids in the South say. And most of the time it is expected. Something about hearing Hudson say, “What?” is like nails on a chalkboard. And when I was growing up we didn’t dare answer our parents, or any elder, that way.

But when I moved to Indiana, I think I said, “Yes, ma’am” to my English teacher and she told me that it offended her. And I can remember every other kid in the class laughing at me. But I honestly didn’t know any better and I certainly didn’t mean to offend her.

I also got teased for saying “y’all” because it was just different. While I wasn’t trying to be rude, I did want to be polite and follow the norm of the part of the country we lived in. And in different areas of the country, polite is defined in different ways. And that’s okay. So I stopped saying “ma’am” and “sir” to teachers.

But I continued to say “yes, ma’am” and “yes, sir” to my mom and dad. I said it to my grandparents and anyone who knew my intent. But I didn’t say it to adults here because it didn’t have the same meaning.

Now that I’ve been back in the South for the last 12 years, I say “ma’am” and “sir” to everyone. Not because I want them to feel older than I am, but because I want them to feel respected.

And I’m working on teaching my children the same thing. Because it is respectful and because I think it is expected. And I just think it’s a good habit to have.

(Hudson absolutely has his not-so-polite moments. We’re trying to teach him not to interrupt in addition to speaking respectfully. He talks back occasionally and that’s not something I like to listen to.)

Another thing I realized is that my kids call my friends “Miss Anna” and “Miss Emily” rather than calling them by their first names. But that’s just how I was raised, and I know that’s not how it’s done everywhere.

So being back here for the past two weeks, it just reminded me of some of the subtle differences. And I love that it’s really just all about what the social norms are in different parts of the country. And there isn’t a right way or wrong way, but it is so fun to me.

The kids in Indiana may not say “yes, ma’am,” but they are still incredibly polite and sweet, and of course, adorable.

What about you? What kinds of social norms do you observe that may be different to others? Or are we Southerners just about as odd as it gets?

I’d love to hear what y’all think!

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