Updated on September 15, 2016
Whether I’m ready or not, our baby is turning one next month – one! And I am so in love with him. It’s been a bumpy ride in the Mitchell household the past couple years, my last pregnancy notwithstanding. Judah went from being an unwanted baby* to a baby who has been my unexpected healer.
(*I?m being very vulnerable here, so please be gentle with me. It?s pretty scary for me to write the word ?unwanted? next to the word ?baby? on the internet,
Updated on July 19, 2016
Friends tease me about the fact that I find papercuts painful and that I hyperventilate whenever I get poked with a needle. (thanks to having donated my plasma one too many times in college). But giving birth without meds? No problem. It hurts, but pushing a baby out seems natural to me; stabbing my skin with metal (aka a needle) is not natural to me, which does something to my psyche and causes me to freak out (being an HSP probably
Posted on June 21, 2016
It’s been one of those days… one of those really bad days as a parent.
Where you no longer think happy thoughts but only angry thoughts that are fueled by sleep-deprivation and toddler temper tantrums of epic proportions. Where all joy and happiness that exists in this world are suddenly gone, vaporized by the volcano of chaos that?s erupted in your home. Where on the outside of your four walls, you look like any other typical happy small family on the neighborhood block. But
Updated on July 12, 2016
(11 minute read – Sermon from 6/16/2016)
If you’ve been listening to the news this past week, you’ve likely been reminded of all that’s wrong in this world. Where the beauty and hope and love you started believing in seems to have been swallowed up in the recent tragedies that have swept our nation.
So tonight I’m hoping to do more of a poetic or liturgical sermon. Where the first half of the sermon will be on the brokenness of this world, and the last
Updated on June 9, 2016
My sister-in-law and I were talking on the phone a couple weeks ago about what triggers our insecurities, particularly as women and for me as a mom, and the expected responsibilities each role assumes. We shared a couple stories of people we know who seem to do the whole wife/life thing so much better than we do and the anxiety and stress that causes us as a result. Because, naturally, we compare. Such as…
If THAT person?s a stay-at-home parent like me and their house
Posted on May 7, 2016
As a mother, I am so incredibly fried.
Anyone else feeling that way?
I have an amazing husband and 3 beautiful children and yet…
the sleep deprivation, the discipline, the nursing, the changing of diapers, the battles at bedtime, the sibling fights, the messes, the dishes, the laundry, the toys, the lack of privacy, the constant ?mom! mom! mom!?, the nagging, the tattling, the grocery shopping, the grocery bill, THE EXHAUSTION OF IT ALL is enough for me to want to curl up in a
Updated on June 9, 2016
(Trigger: this post contains detailed accounts of birth and pain)
For those of you who are friends with me on social media, you’ve already seen some of our photos from our homebirth. And can I just say how thankful I am for our photographers? They sure captured such beautiful moments that day! Thank you so much Erica Morrow Photography and St. Paul Photo Co.!
For those interested, I thought I?d give a summary of our birthing day, especially since this was our last (home)birth. This post
Posted on November 13, 2015
(Image: Stuart Richards)
Friday is always a glorious day. It means the long week is finally coming to a close. It means John is going to be home to help out with the kiddos and the house. And it means I can actually try to get some last minute chores done around the house to make it look like I’ve been picking up all week because, you know, appearance is what I value most. 😉
Today Mercy had no school due to Parent Teacher Conferences, and I would be lying if I didn?t say I
Posted on November 3, 2015
Friends, we are 5 weeks into postpartum, and while my brain is fried from sleep deprivation, my heart is so very full.
Holding sweet Judah in my arms has changed so many things for me.
Before he was born, I was nervous I wouldn’t feel bonded to him. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to love him as much as I love our girls. I feared the unknown.
But once he was in my arms and I was able to take in all his tiny features and kiss his squishy cheeks, the love in my heart exploded and
Posted on October 11, 2015
**So I’m gathering the fact that Baby has determined to become an October baby. He wants nothing to do with mid-September, so he’s choosing a whole new month for himself! So while my 42 week belly and I wait for his arrival, I thought I’d finally post pictures of our newly remodeled bedroom (about time, I know!).
Back in July I wrote a blog post on the painful-yet-somewhat-hilarious