a parenting plan

I can’t say that I have the extra time to be blogging today. But I’ve been thinking alot about the kind of parent I want to be. Jackson is still so little, he doesn’t repeat what we say or do yet (thank God). But the time is quickly coming. I think it hit me when he started eating food… he isn’t going to be a baby very long. He, of course, makes his opinion known and had preferences. But pretty soon, he will make his own choices. He will have choices. ugh.

I’ve taken care of lots of children in the clinic recently, so I get a perspective on others’ parenting styles. I also see adolescents who are busy making their own (BAD) choices. It scares me to think that Jackson will make the wrong choices on purpose someday. He will, I know he will. I did. His dad did. We aren’t perfect, and realize Jackson is not and will not be either. To err is human, after all. To err on purpose is human, too. We have free will. We exercise it.

When I was pregnant I had a birth plan in my mind. I knew that things could veer off of the plan, but I had a general idea of how I wanted Jackson’s birthday to be. And it was just as I planned. Lucky me.

It was not until recently that I have given thought to my (our) parenting plan. Jesse and I have had conversations about our discipline styles and how we want to raise our children, and yet, so far, we’re winging it most of the time. How could we not be? He’s a baby.

I know my worries are somewhat of a long way off… but the time goes by so quickly. I want to be sure that my child is not a bully. That he values kindness and caring for other’s feelings. That he washes his hands. Like books. Tries hard. But that he also sees the forest for the trees… that he makes decisions with the consequences in mind, at least.

How do you make a parenting plan? Should I even give it thought? The best laid plans crumble and our children have little free wills, too.

I guess, more than anything, I will have to trust myself, trust my God, and trust my children.

6 months

I’m not sure exactly how a half of a year has passed since my little boy’s birth, but I know it went fast.

Yesterday I took care of a newborn in the clinic who was bigger than Jackson at birth, and yet, I cannot for the life of me remember Jackson being that small.

Our life before Jackson? I remember it. I do. It was full of naps and movies and eating out. I haven’t had a full 8 hour night of sleep for 6 months. I’ve only had my eyebrows waxed 3 times. My hair cut once. And my toenails have been “nude” for forever. My life is no longer about me. My life is about him…

6 months

6 months


My life is about knowing when he last pooped.  Knowing that his favorite toy is a colorful squishy rattle ball thingie… for today.  Knowing the difference between a tired cry, a board cry, and a “I need my momma” cry. My life is about nighttime cuddles and spitup on my clothes. It’s about getting up early if I want a shower. Staying up late to pay bills, do homework, and load the dishwasher. My life is about depending on my husband and my family for help, because I can’t do it all, no matter how hard I pretend I can. But my life holds more love than ever.


And Jackson? He’s about as normal as can be. He’s eating new foods. Still nursing. Putting everything in his mouth. Sitting up. Rolling all over. Not teething. Not crawling. He’s a momma’s boy. A social guy. A demanding spirit. He’s changed so much in the last month, developing his personality and fine tuning his motor skills.


mr big stuff


fishy in the tub.

My life is crazy right now. But I only have about 5 months left until graduation day. I wish I could post more often on my blog. Spend more time reading your blogs. Run more. Eat better, etc, etc. But the most important thing for me to do right now is spend time with the beautiful boy sitting on my lap, reaching for the keys as I type. And so I’m going to… love to ya’ll! – A.



It’s -11 degrees outside right now. And we got about 8 inches of snow yesterday. These are times I am grateful to be snug in our house. Recently I’ve cut down to about 1/2 time at work, so I am working less weekends as well. It’s the first time in my life that I really look forward to Saturday and Sunday, because it’s my family time. (And my catch up on schoolwork time, but oh well). I hope you are all having a wonderful (warm) weekend, whereever you are! Hugs from the McMuffin House!


Saturday morning lounge time. Love my little family.


{Also, one of the sweetest persons I know, and have the privilege to call a friend, underwent an embryo transfer this morning, so please say extra prayers for her and her husband today and for the next 2 weeks. There are not 2 more deserving people to be parents! I don’t know if I’ll have the patience to get through the next 2 weeks, much less her!!}