tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52848960268541646692024-03-13T04:43:40.620-05:00beauty in the let go..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06949344428567920646noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284896026854164669.post-38910166374628954722017-03-08T22:51:00.001-06:002017-03-08T22:52:03.052-06:00national women's day.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kyj4_S8dEsA/WMDfXlJXVUI/AAAAAAAAXrM/tdlXeJ6irpY/s640/blogger-image--644985824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kyj4_S8dEsA/WMDfXlJXVUI/AAAAAAAAXrM/tdlXeJ6irpY/s640/blogger-image--644985824.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I'm not always the best advocate for women, but I do believe we are incredible beings. I can only pray I am doing my best to empower the future woman inside of this one. she is kind, strong, brave, and has a good good heart; my shining, compassionate lady of honor. a gracious gift. and a force to be reckoned with. (;</span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">a candle doesn't lose its flame when it lights another candle. so here's to the women.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">love..</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06949344428567920646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284896026854164669.post-31926478416597652082016-09-29T16:30:00.000-05:002016-09-29T16:30:57.184-05:00mommy and me ballet.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06949344428567920646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284896026854164669.post-25150046796673867052016-05-07T15:46:00.001-05:002016-05-07T16:06:27.827-05:00for Joe.<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">we are sad to be so far away today, but it is such a comfort to hear about that big room so full just for him and to read words like "beyond description" and "irreplaceable" written all over social media. he would love that.</span><br><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I've been thinking about the time we stayed with him in Tennessee a couple of years ago. he had moved to the half way point where we would usually stop on our way to and from Michigan. he was so excited we took him up on the offer to stay there (he even posted to Facebook when we arrived) and had gone to the store to get some food for us. it was a short stay, mostly just to sleep, so we watched a couple of epsiodes of The Office with him and reminisced and went to bed. I remember he made sure to have cookies for me (of which he had already opened, ha) and ice cream in his freezer because he wasn't sure what I would want to eat since I was pregnant. heart of gold, that guy.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XzKY5pnAtGE/Vy5UFwC-zSI/AAAAAAAACi8/y16gsqE4wRg/s640/blogger-image-2114582844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XzKY5pnAtGE/Vy5UFwC-zSI/AAAAAAAACi8/y16gsqE4wRg/s640/blogger-image-2114582844.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">this is a really old photo from one of the times I did his hair. we always had fun at the salon, ha. we'll miss you, Joe. ❤️</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">if you feel led, consider donating to help cover his funeral expenses and please continue to pray for this amazing family. you can donate here: <a href="https://www.mealtrain.com/trains/y60eoy/donate" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">https://www.mealtrain.com/trains/y60eoy/donate</a></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">love..</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06949344428567920646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284896026854164669.post-57696676736031094612016-02-11T22:24:00.002-06:002016-02-11T22:24:59.177-06:00happy Mardi Gras.<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06949344428567920646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284896026854164669.post-75332080292073403172015-06-04T16:55:00.001-05:002015-06-04T16:55:08.183-05:00norah on set.<div style="text-align: justify;">
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and today was so long. haha. but at the same time, I'm not wishing it away because that just means tomorrow will be here and I'm. not. ready. I can't believe Norah will be one whole year already! she is the sweetest and we love her so much. here's to a week of celebrating her and us and wrapping our brains around the fact that we made it. (; more tomorrow.</div>
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I have missed months nine and ten by a long shot. so as eleven nears, I thought I'd throw a few photos out there and tell you this girl is crawling all over the house, standing once in a while on her own until she realizes she's not holding on to anything, and saying words I didn't think I'd hear until well after she turns one. she's real busy.</div>
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today I went grocery shopping. I made trips to two stores to get the best foods for this bird. because it's never as easy as getting everything you need at one place. I wasn't upset about that, but as everyone knows, it's not ever a quick trip to grocery shop with kids. but I had no other agenda so I just tried to take my time and not stress as she started to get a little fussy at our first stop (she fell asleep before the next one so all was well). when I got the the register at my last stop, I realized I forgot my wallet in the car, so I had to run out and get it. the cashier was great, and it wasn't an issue, but hello, Norah was napping and I was losing my hands free window. (; anyway, I was loading everything into that car and someone parking next to me said, "it's hard work grocery shopping with a baby!" you're so right sir. thank you for noticing.</div>
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he didn't stop there though. he kept talking as he got out of his car, and I thought he was either going to be a little bit weird or he was trying to encourage me. and then I saw his shirt. it said something about prayer 24/7. I've encountered people like this. some are genuine. others feel like they're supposed to say something profound, reciting a script and I walk away a little annoyed (just being honest here, sorry). he and his wife have five kids and he said she likes to grocery shop alone. he said a couple of things I hear often, like we need more full time moms because it's good for the kids and it's the hardest and least paid job there is. and he said he notices how hard it is for her and how much she works and, "so I just commend you", as he walked away. </div>
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I could have walked away annoyed, assuming he was reciting a script. but today it gave me the fuel I needed to get home and get all of the groceries in and shove some lunch in my mouth as I wrangle my super curious and brave babe. and get through the long day. and blog. blog? what is that? I know this was God <a href="http://beautyintheletgo.blogspot.com/2014/07/kindness-of-strangers.html">encouraging me through another stranger</a>. they're not all bad. (;</div>
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it was just a good reminder to <i>notice</i>. notice the mom with the baby in an ergo, pushing her cart with one hand. I now know how hard that is. and notice the brand new mom with a sad baby in a corner probably just wanting out of the house for a minute but sort of regretting it. I now know how hard that is. notice the moms. notice the dads. notice the people. little things we might not acknowledge, but should. and then we should commend them because we know. and we get it. and sometimes they need to know someone else gets it. </div>
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I know this stuff has been said online a lot lately. this isn't some new revelation and there is a great movement of women I see online trying to make sure moms know what they do is hard and worth it and so important, no matter what it looks like. and I know sometimes even people without kids have hard days and barely make it to the store. this has all been said before. I was just encouraged and hoping this will meet the right pair of eyes tonight.</div>
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she's got five teeth and one working its way through. though it's probably more like ten that I just don't know about, because she's apparently going for the gold medal in teething. | she hasn't been interested in food, really (I'll take any encouragement in that area). we did try carrots the last two days though, and she's kind of into it. carrots win! actually, breast milk always wins, but that's okay with me! | somewhere around nineteen pounds. | she's been sitting up like a pro for a couple of months now, which made her start to protest tummy-time because, who wants to do that when you can sit up, I guess? | scooting backwards (and spinning in circles) when she does decide tummy-time is okay. I think she'd run, if she could. | she started saying, 'ooh' right before we left for Michigan.. cutest thing. I wish you could all hear it. | she's also babbling and teaching herself to scream a lot and says, 'mama' when she wants to be picked up (oh, my heart). | she just started mimicking a cough or laugh and we'll go back and forth for a minute. she thinks that's pretty funny. | already knows what to do when I say, 'hi-five!' and hold up my hand. she's fun. | still likes napping on me the best. | she has lots of blonde, fuzzy hair coming in and looks a bit like Jack Nicholson (<a href="http://www.whatsupmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Jack-Nicholson-humor-14.jpg">see here</a>) in the bath or after a good, long nap in her car seat. | I think her favorite toy right now is paper or cardboard, which is unfortunate for her books, but made for a fun Christmas. | she's really fond, and probably most content, when we read or sing to her. the ABC song is her jam.</div>
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one of the sweetest things.. since we've been back from Michigan, when Chad gets home she lets out a little shout. I think she loved having extra time with him while he was off for Christmas and now gets so excited to see him when he gets home from work.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06949344428567920646noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284896026854164669.post-42881580891393943352014-12-31T18:17:00.000-06:002014-12-31T18:18:15.302-06:00merry christmas and happy new year.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I never really prayed that for her like I wanted to before she was born. but I've recently been praying that strength and dignity would be her clothing and that kindness would be on her lips. that she would laugh at the days to come. (proverbs 31, I'm sure you know it well)</div>
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and she is just that. so much joy. so I am thankful for the joy I don't even ask for and continue to pray over this beautiful girl. I also pray this holiday season is a special one for each of you. love you all!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">beautiful cards : <a href="https://www.artifactuprising.com/">artifact uprising</a> | beautiful photo : <a href="http://trevormark.co/">Trevor Mark Photography</a></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06949344428567920646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284896026854164669.post-55909834797296617432014-12-19T15:18:00.000-06:002014-12-19T15:18:21.294-06:00looking forward.<br />
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what an interesting week. let's move on, shall we? at least I have something nice too look at. (: in the next couple of days, we'll be on our way to Michigan to spend lots of time with family. I think I'm most excited that Chad has two weeks off. here's to a great two weeks.</div>
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if you think of it, would you be so kind to say a prayer for our travels? we're driving, so this will be the longest trip she's made in the car. Tennessee wasn't so bad, so we're hopeful.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06949344428567920646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284896026854164669.post-15062429076449502412014-12-16T23:59:00.000-06:002014-12-16T23:59:21.961-06:00seven months.<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="color: #666666;">when she's upset and I pick her up, or if she's around other people, she pushes her legs against my stomach and grabs my shoulders, pulling herself up as close as she can in the crook of my neck (usually biting my shoulder (; ). and I keep thinking about the moment we connected on the outside. as I pulled her up on my chest for the first time. and it was like she couldn't get close enough. brand new in this world and instantly I was her safety. instead of scooting down to nurse like I heard babies might do, she just kept getting closer and closer to my neck only to rest there, after what I can imagine was probably a little traumatic. I love this girl. I would do that day all over again for her. just for that moment. but I love that for now, even still, she finds comfort in that spot. in me. that I am mama and I am safe.</span></div>
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many of you might remember my <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/southwooddrive?ref=hdr_shop_menu">little Etsy shop</a> I had a while back. it's been "on vacation" for a bit, for obvious reasons. but I've recently felt the itch to be creative again. maybe I'm finally getting the hang of being a mom and an Ali at the same time (probably not). I'm a work in progress. <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(</span>; anyway, I've been putting together some things with all of my leftover materials and have decided to sell it all!</div>
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being an artist is such a vulnerable thing and comes with many insecurities. if you let it, it can be really fulfilling as well. but the creative burst seemed to "come out of nowhere" and I just felt like I needed to do something with all of my leftover material. so when I had some visions of what I could do with it all, my hands got to work at any small break I had during the day. or late at night, ha.</div>
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so Southwood Drive is in the coming again soon stages and I hope you'll like what you see. I will open the shop Friday morning. keep an eye out for a Black Friday/Cyber Monday sale and maybe a drawing for free shipping on top of that. perfect timing for Christmas gifts for the lovely ladies in your life. everything must go!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06949344428567920646noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284896026854164669.post-67114370988266479542014-11-06T18:40:00.004-06:002014-11-06T18:40:49.438-06:00six months.<div style="text-align: justify;">
yesterday marked six months of Norah's life. I willingly left her in her crib all night for the first time. She was probably ready a while ago, but if I'm being completely honest, it made me too anxious and she slept fine in our room and what's the point of rushing that. Now I'm less anxious and I just felt like we were ready (and also, she's getting too long for her rock-and-play). </div>
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I've been a mom for six months! and doing so over one thousand miles from family. I just felt like I needed a part or something. so I took her shopping for a new teether. I know she doesn't know any different, but I think half a year is worth celebrating. I also bought myself some dark chocolate, so there's my party I guess. I know. I'm so fancy.</div>
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truth is, though, that every mom with a child at any age is worth celebrating. I'm not special because we don't have family close. but please, I beg of you, don't take that for granted, people. facetime is incredible, but <i>real</i> facetime, you can't compare.</div>
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I'll be honest again and say it's not easy and it's lonely and maybe those aren't the moments I think I want to soak up sometimes. but I'll be glad I did and I'm so grateful to have this little beauty to do life with us and that I'm the one she'll call mama. that alone is really so special and worth celebrating everyday.</div>
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in the last couple of months, we've all been on a work trip to San Francisco (had her first belly laugh on that mountain you see below and Chad's dad just happened to be taking our photo. the wind just struck her funny. dreamiest moment.), a family visit in Michigan, and a quick trip to Nashville. Norah is a great traveler. I do hope that sticks because as long as we live here, we'll have a lot of traveling to do.<br />
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so I'm tired, but she is doing just great. <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(</span>: she loves 'talking' to us and is showing that towards others now too, only using a cute, quiet voice until she warms up. and her favorite spot to nap is in our arms or our bed. I know, 'that will come back to bite me', or whatever. I'm willing to risk it. she's only this size for today. but she's the sweetest. and teaching me more and more about grace and unconditional love everyday. I have big things to learn from this little one.</div>
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oh and our <a href="http://beautyintheletgo.blogspot.com/2014/05/for-mommas.html">fuzzy little bird</a> is back. her dark newborn hair has gradually fallen out, which made my heart a bit sad seeing her get so big, but she's got this blonde fuzz happening, more and more each day, it seems. just one more thing to add to the list of reasons she looks like her dad. <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(</span>: I can't wait to see if she's got our curls. but let's be honest, she's surrounded by them. we'll be shocked if it's really straight.</div>
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four month wellness check up in the morning. girl is going for gold (fifteen pounds!). we stopped for coffee because.. coffee. and I guess, because neither of us grown ups slept well. she and I went to target while Chad worked in the shed. once we got back home she nursed and fell asleep. she woke from an unusually long nap with the saddest little baby cough and a stuffy little nose. but the happiest of grins. we're sitting on the porch now, while it storms somewhere nearby. she loves the breeze. (which, I meeean, hallelujah for that in late Louisiana summer, am I right??)</div>
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