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A Few More Things I Never Want to Forget

15 Month Harry | R.Simple Life

+ “Oh MY gosh”

+ Your little two word sentences.

+ It’s teamwork when it comes to push ups. And your squats. And how much you love your “ab roll.”

+ Waking up for the second time next to your sleeping face. I’m over the 4am wake ups, but when you cuddle right up next to me and go back to sleep, I can’t help but love the snuggles.

+ How big your legs look in shorts. I’m sure one day I’ll look back and think you were so little, but right now you look huge.

+Happy by Pharrell. Over and over and over. I had to figure out how to loop a Youtube video.

+ How quickly you pick something up. I put you on the grass barefoot one morning for less than 3 minutes, and now you shout “Grass!” every time we pass that spot.

+ Your ABCs.

+ The sweet, excited face that greets me when I get out of the shower because you have to tell me Elmo’s on the iPad.

+ You’re imitating everything. Everything, and it’s the sweetest.

+ Your animal noises.

+ The way you know Papa is at his most vulnerable when he’s still sleepy in the morning, so that’s when you go in for the lip kisses.

+ The path of destruction that follows you everywhere.

+ The constant need to be held. Sometimes I can’t do it buddy, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it more than anything.

xoxo Mama

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He Still Needs His Mama

Harry Self Portrait | R.Simple Life

Yesterday, Jon and I were cooking and cleaning up the kitchen while we all watched Frozen with one eye. At one point, I looked into the living room and Harry was there with a stack of pillows he had pulled off the couch and a bowl of snacks and just like that, he looked so old. I watched him climb up onto the chair, grab a few toys to play with, come back for a banana chip, and watch the movie and thought “He’s not a baby anymore.”

Shortly thereafter, Harry’s teeth started hurting, he had a fever, and he was experiencing his very first diaper rash – all at once. Mere minutes after thinking he was getting so old, I found myself trying to comfort a very upset baby who refused to let me put him down. Just now I put Harry down for a nap, still suffering from teething and the rash, by rocking him with his head on my shoulder, singing the song I hadn’t sang to him in so many months.

I love to see his adventurous spirit take flight and watch him explore and discover. But, no matter how many couches he can climb up on, no matter how many two word sentences he can put together, no matter how many self portraits he takes, for now at least, he’s still my baby and he still needs me from time to time.

xoxo Mallory

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The Perfect Morning

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I’m really falling into this role of “Mum of a Boy.” I never thought I’d say it, but I get really excited to see dump trucks, the garbage man, airplanes, tug boats, sticks… Don’t get me wrong, I’m equally excited to see dogs, babies, kids, cats, and giant stuffed toys. But I’m really loving being a mum to this boy. The world through his eyes is pretty amazing.

Yesterday, we stopped on our morning walk to play with some sticks and touch a tree. We even brought a branch home. All while wearing jackets. It was perfect.

xoxo, Mallory

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The Leaky Rubber Top to the Cup We Never Use

There are the motherhood milestones you expect. Things like waking up for the first time in months and realizing it’s light outside and your baby is still sleeping… or the first time your baby smiles at you… or the first time you get peed on. But then there are the motherhood milestones you never realized were milestones until you hit them. And then you think “I’m officially a mum.”

R.Simple Life | Motherhood Milestones You Never Considered

The other day we ran into one of the second kind. We were out for our run, had stopped at the park for a quick swing, and then ran home. When I put Harry back into the stroller at the park, I handed him the rubber top to his cup (he carries it around and holds it in his mouth like a stogie – it’s so funny). When we got home, it was gone.

Now, before I was a mother, I would have considered myself crazy for what I’m about to tell you. But now that I’m on the other side, I’m calling it a milestone and moving on. Harry isn’t particularly attached to this top (which, by the way, leaks like crazy, so we don’t even use as a cup). He sleeps just fine without it, he doesn’t need it to get a diaper change. But he really likes it. So after telling myself he’d be fine without it, then spending the afternoon thinking about that dang leaky rubber top, I decided instead of buying an entire new cup just for the top (why, yes, that did cross my mind), we’d just try to find it after his nap.

So we put on our rain coats and warm shoes, because yes, it was drizzling, and left the house to retrace our steps. I felt a little crazy, hawk-eyeing the ground looking for a rubber top, especially in the rain, but whatever. When we spotted it, we were both so excited – and it was all worth it. So instead of calling myself crazy, I’m just calling myself “Mum” today.

What is the crazy motherhood milestone that you never considered?

xoxo, Mallory

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Of Sleeping Babes and Sorting Minds

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“It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are alseep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of site. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.”

-J.M. Barrie, Peter and Wendy

Harry and I have been reading Peter Pan. I use it as a way to expose him to new words, and to entertain whilst doing so. Believe it or not, I’ve actually never read the story of Peter Pan, though I’ve seen it done in so many different movies (my favorite being Finding Neverland. Have you seen it? Amazing.). It’s amazing how, with the birth of my first son, my perspective has changed. I no longer relate to the children of the stories, which, up until age 26, I did. I now see the love, affection, heartache, of the mother. In all stories.

This passage struck a cord with me. I have many hats, but my favorite one to wear, and the most important, is Mum. Everything I do is hopefully for the best when it comes to Harry. At least that is my intention. And so watching Mrs. Darling tidy up Wendy, John, and Michael’s minds is where I find myself in these books. I see bits of Harry in John, Michael, the lost boys, even Peter Pan. But I find myself when Mrs. Darling is tidying her babies minds at the end of the day, with her sweet mocking mouth keeping that elusive kiss in the right hand corner.

xoxo, Mallory

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Letter to Myself, The Mum

Letter to Myself, The Mum | R.Simple Life

Let me introduce you to my friend Tracey. We met in college, moved in together, and the rest is history. She will forever be one of my best friends. Tracey also happens to be pregnant. So as a first time mother, and a pretty lady expecting her first baby (a little girl!) you can imagine what we talk about. But when we’re done talking about hockey and physics, we do talk a little bit about babies. And pregnancy. And parenting.

The other day, we got to talking about motherhood, and more specifically, all the things we want to be (and don’t want to be) as a mother. And the more we discussed these things, the more we realized we need to keep ourselves accountable. Sure, it’s easy to say now I’ll let Harry go to the prom without me as a chaperone (Tracey will go in my place) but when the time comes, I need someone to remind me I said he could go. And other things like that.

So we’ve decided to write ourselves letters. Sort of “Dear Me, Remember to savor every kiss because who knows how long they’ll be coming” and “Dear Me, please, please try to refrain from kissing him in front of his friends past the age of 5, unless he’s been naughty and it’s punishment.” Things we’d like to remember, ideas we have now.

The plan is to pull these letters out whenever we need a little reminding. Or a little laugh (I’m sure, as the naïve new Mum I am now, I’ll have a couple things in there that might strike me as funny somewhere down the line). And to hold ourselves accountable to be the kind of mother we’d like to be. And not the kind of mother we don’t want to be.

This makes me curious though… parents out there, is there anything you’ve done that has surprised you in the name of parenting? Harry’s not even 4 months old, and I’ve already got a nice, long list.

xoxo, Mallory

PS you’re welcome for that gem of a photo, world.

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Half Way, No Way

Yesterday, I was officially at the half way mark in this pregnancy. It’s crazy. Do other mom’s to be get to this point and think “Already?” I have approximately 3 articles of clothing, one bottle, a stroller, and a crib on the way. On this side of 20 weeks it feels like I need to get moving. Get that nursery going. Get some diapers. The last 20 weeks flew by, I can’t even imagine how these are going to soar right past us, especially with the holidays.

On the other hand, it feels like this Baby and I have known each other an eternity. I know the way he kicks and what time of the day he’s going to be the most active. I know that as soon as I put my hand on my belly, he will calm down. I know that I will love him forever and will do anything for him. I know that he is my son.

So excuse me if the next 20 weeks are a haze of diaper buying, nursery stocking, and childbirth class taking. It’s all for my son.

xoxo, Mallory

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