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Saturday, October 26, 2013
Thursday, October 10, 2013
In the bag
Today I pulled a bag off of a hook in my bedroom that I have not moved in 7 months. The last day that I used this bag was March 10 - the day I went into labor with baby Will. That night, I pulled out my new bag - a sweet gift given to me by my best girlfriends here in Palo Alto - and I packed it with little baby blue treasures and new mommy essentials.
It was fun to see what remnants I'd left behind in the old bag: a church program from that Sunday, a protein bar to stave off hunger pains, several of my favorite mints (I suffered from a bad taste in my mouth through much of my pregnancy), chap stick, an IKEA receipt (evidence of our last nesting project), a note from my Dr. giving me permission to fly across the US when I was 36 weeks pregnant, and a business card for an acupuncture therapist (I thought I might go late and was considering acupuncture as a possibility for inducing labor).
Now my bag has diapers, wipes, binkies, and lots of little odds and ends that baby Will likes to suck on: a toothbrush, a bell, a big fat rubber band, a ribbon, and a string of beads.
In Sophie's Kindergarten class, her teacher starts off each day by playing the guitar and singing a song. Ryan and I always stay to listen to the song. A couple of weeks ago, the song was "I'm Changing." The chorus says, "I'm changing . . . a little bit every day." As I sang along, it hit me that I'm changing too - just like those Kindergartners. Four kids has been a joyful but TOUGH transition! I often feel I am running uphill, grasping at my last shreds of patience, and trying to keep all of my ducks in a row. I take comfort, though, that hopefully all of these little challenges are changing me for the good -- a little bit every day.
The Katie I was 7 months ago was full of anticipation and excitement (and thankfully, a healthy sense of the reality of how hard it would be) for this new chapter. And now I'm in the thick of it - and it is HARD. But I'm glad to be here.
It was fun to see what remnants I'd left behind in the old bag: a church program from that Sunday, a protein bar to stave off hunger pains, several of my favorite mints (I suffered from a bad taste in my mouth through much of my pregnancy), chap stick, an IKEA receipt (evidence of our last nesting project), a note from my Dr. giving me permission to fly across the US when I was 36 weeks pregnant, and a business card for an acupuncture therapist (I thought I might go late and was considering acupuncture as a possibility for inducing labor).
Now my bag has diapers, wipes, binkies, and lots of little odds and ends that baby Will likes to suck on: a toothbrush, a bell, a big fat rubber band, a ribbon, and a string of beads.
In Sophie's Kindergarten class, her teacher starts off each day by playing the guitar and singing a song. Ryan and I always stay to listen to the song. A couple of weeks ago, the song was "I'm Changing." The chorus says, "I'm changing . . . a little bit every day." As I sang along, it hit me that I'm changing too - just like those Kindergartners. Four kids has been a joyful but TOUGH transition! I often feel I am running uphill, grasping at my last shreds of patience, and trying to keep all of my ducks in a row. I take comfort, though, that hopefully all of these little challenges are changing me for the good -- a little bit every day.
The Katie I was 7 months ago was full of anticipation and excitement (and thankfully, a healthy sense of the reality of how hard it would be) for this new chapter. And now I'm in the thick of it - and it is HARD. But I'm glad to be here.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Moments
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| Music lessons start early in the Steiger house |
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| These two are a kick! |
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| Just an ordinary afternoon, Ryan sampling Will's babyfood |
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| Just bein' cute |
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| This marks the first time in my 8 years of being a mom, that a child has fallen asleep while being read to - what a poor sleep-deprived little sweetheart of a 3 year old |
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