Who's in charge here?

This is what awaited me after I put Moses down for his nap. Has anyone else been struck with just HOW messy their house is when nap time arrives? It simply had to be chronicled.

The Transition.

No, I'm not talking about the transition that comes much later in life. I am, however, talking about the transition I'm in right now: becoming a mother. Four years ago I was engaged and planning a wedding. A year ago I found out I was pregnant. Three and a half months ago I had my son. That is a lot of change in a short period of time and I haven't even mentioned how many times I have moved in the past few years. However, lately I have really been getting down on myself for not knowing what to do with Moses. It is really hard to enjoy motherhood when I am spending all my time just trying to figure it out. I know all you mom's out there will think "that's just the way it is" when I say this, but I'm going to say it anyway: As soon as I have things figured out , IT CHANGES.
Right now we are in the middle of swaddle & pacifier weaning, extending feeding times to every four hours and trying (begging, really) to get Moses to sleep through the night. All of this has left me exhausted, dealing with another bout of mastitis (boo) and wishing I could undo my decision to become a mom. (Gasp! Did I just write that for the world to see??) I won't even go into how that makes me feel because, what I have learned is, you all understand and many have felt the same way.
Today I found myself on my knees before my maker begging for help as I try to shepherd this little life. I am trying not to wish these days away and attempting to enjoy my son in the stage that he is in. Here are some of the things that I am loving:
Mo's silly face when I tried to feed him cereal. It's still a little to early, but it sure was cute. He looks so concerned!
How fascinating Moses thinks his feet are.

And how vocal Moses is. Jeremiah is singing him "The Moses Song" we made up shortly after he was born. It is silly. And Moses loves it.

So, all in all, this time is hard. I can't really sugar coat it. However, tonight as my sweet, sleepy little boy was laying his head on my shoulder I couldn't help but be thankful as my heart welled up with love for this little person.

I love you, Moses David, and I am so glad you are you.

A Little Dose of Reality Part II

Here are my bird poo cookies. Oh dear.

A little dose of reality.

Sometimes in blogging world things tend to look pretty pulled together in our daily lives. Confession: most of the times things around here are not what I would call pulled together. More like organized chaos. So, here are a couple of pictures of my not so pulled together week. No, there are none of me. I'm not THAT brave.

Mo-Man. STILL in his pj's. He looks HUGE in this picture!!


Mo - Man, pumping apparatus, and laundry:



My failing attempt at biscotti:

Here is to a happy weekend. Shabbat shalom!