{Carried Away by Life Space Changes}

I got so carried away with my boys during my maternity leave that I decided to stay home with them full time! After returning to work, I suddenly knew I needed to turn in my two weeks notice and place my current career [10 years running–5 years with that employer] on hold. Even though this is a bittersweet decision, I know I’ll never regret the uber-special bonding time with my children during their formative years! I don’t want to miss another second!!

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{Slightly Controversial Post on The End of Summer Days}

Yesterday marked the end of summer days (again) and I find myself getting all nostalgic (again). I just love going to the pool and watching my toddler splash at the “splash park”, I love grilling season, summer vacations, summer clothes, the feeling of having no school even though I am no longer a student, and more!

I see all the cute memes out there and people posting about their excitement for fall, and I want to be someone who likes fall better than the other seasons. I want to join the “cool club”! [See what I did there? Kind of a double meaning if you catch my breeze.] But I can’t yet. Year after year I don’t gain entry into the “cool club”. Perhaps I can’t figure out the code, I tell myself.

Perhaps I’m not seeing what everyone else is seeing, I think. So I survey those I love who love autumn and ask them what they find so great about it. Because once I know the secret, I can gain entry into the club, right? And they tell me they love the changing colors of the leaves, the crockpot meals, football season, bonfires, cool-weather fashion, dropping temps and less humidity, etc. My husband says best of all is “the smell of fall”. Each time he says this year after year, I ask him to describe “the smell of fall” and each year he says it smells like “fresh air”. I usually laugh to myself but this year I laughed aloud. “Isn’t there fresh air in other seasons? And what does fresh air smell like?” He found it hard to articulate why autumnal air is just fresher.

Now, I gotta admit that I’m not known to follow sports–or even the ball as it moves from one player to another across the TV screen. So maybe that’s a big part of the miss for me during autumn, but I think more than anything it’s because autumn signifies the end of summer–my steadfast favorite season. If you’d like to see what turned into a bit of a love letter to summer but was mostly aimed at being an optimistic message about the baton hand-off between summer and fall, check out my blog post from a year ago entitled {The End of Summer Days}.

On our road trip/babymoon two weeks ago (all about planned spontaneity and bonding) we spent a couple days in Chicago, and during the falling rain I meandered into the storefront of a Bath & Body Works in a mall on The Magnificent Mile. The only scent I picked up was an Autumn-scented body lotion; I applied lotion from the tester to my hands without smelling it first. Unorthodox, I know. But I wanted to try to embrace fall. I loved the scent and plan to go out and buy it in a candle (because I can always use a 140th candle around my house or in my closeted box of candles, and I’m sure my hubby agrees). ๐Ÿ˜‰

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We’re Always Finding Nemo

Funny and fond life space moments tonight:

  • S tried to flush the toilet a second time while it was still cycling and I told him that doesn’t work, to which he replied with certainty: “It needs batteries.”
  • S has a baby picture book from Grandma Beth that I have him read to me by identifying what he sees in the pictures. Of all the books he can choose from, he’s always gravitated toward this and one other book from his great-grandmother that I have read to him most nights at bedtime from the time he was a newborn. Tonight he pointed to the baby boy in a stroller and labeled them: “I see little boy. I see stroller…..[Puzzled, he pointed to the blank space above the stroller and looked up at me with a scrunched face.] Where’s da mommy? Where’d da mommy go? She went bye-bye?” Apparently he just assumed all strollers have mommies pushing them! Priceless.
  • It’s kind of funny if I sit back and think about how often that orange Disney fish goes missing in our house. It’s like we are always finding Nemo. But I don’t mind one bit because it makes me chuckle to myself each time I think about it, and then I remember these days of finding Nemo are numbered so I hurry up and find the fish to get back to my own little boy.
Finding Nemo
Found One!

{Filling My Wellbeing Space…One Drop at a Time}

One of the tabs on my blog is designated for {My Wellbeing Space} which is a renewed area of focus for me post-baby! My followers will start to see an increase in wellbeing posts in which I share information that I come across in my quest to continually live well…starting now!

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