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Week 4: Looking Ahead — What I Hope for the Next Six Months

Six months down, six months to go until we celebrate one year. It feels both exciting and bittersweet to think about all that could unfold between now and then. I pray that the next six months bring first steps, and belly laughs that shake his whole body. More than anything, I hope he grows not just in size, but in joy. I can already tell he loves music—his little face lights up when we clap or dance together—and I can’t wait to watch that blossom as he learns new ways to move and explore. I want to grow in patience. I know there will be new challenges—sleep regressions, teething, messes galore—but I hope I remember that each day is a gift from God. think back to the last time he was sick. I was so tired and worried, and I felt like I had nothing left to give. But in those long nights, God reminded me that His strength is made perfect in my weakness. I want to carry that lesson into the next half of this year, leaning on Him when I feel empty instead of trying to push through on my own...
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Mom Life at 6 Months — The Juggle is Real

Six months into motherhood, and I’ve learned that “the juggle” is no joke. It’s a daily dance between laundry and play time, and sometimes it feels like I’m dropping more balls than I’m catching. There’s the physical juggle—holding a baby on one hip while trying to stir dinner, fold laundry, or answer a text. There’s the emotional juggle—trying to be present mama, supportive wife, and friend who remembers birthdays all at the same time. The days where my to do list is a mile long, the baby wants my attention and I'm almost positive I forgot something but I don't know what that something is, let's just say I feel frazzled. And it's a struggle for me to remember that I'm not alone in the struggle, its even harder for me to give it to God and let him guide me. The truth? I can’t do it all. And when I try, I end up exhausted and frustrated. But God keeps teaching me that it’s okay to let the dishes wait. Instead of pushing myself to be everything to everyone, I chose to...
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Starting Solids — Mess, Fun, and Learning Together

We’ve officially entered the world of solid foods, and it’s equal parts exciting and hilarious. Who knew that a spoonful of smashed carrots could feel like such a big milestone? Let’s be honest—starting solids is not clean. There’s food in the high chair, smears across His entire face ( still don't know how he can manage to get it on me when I'm the one with the spoon), and sometimes more food ends up on the floor than in the baby’s mouth. The time I tried to feed him carrots in his walker and he was orange head to toe I just had to laugh and remind myself that God even uses these messy moments to teach me patience.” Even in the mess, there’s so much joy. Watching those little eyes light up at the taste of sweet potatoes or the dramatic face they made at pears makes every cleanup worth it. For baby, solids are about discovering new flavors. For me, it’s about realizing I need to take in all the time I have because before I know it he's gonna want nothing to do with me. I’ve...
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Halfway to One — Reflections on the First Six Months

I can hardly believe that we are already halfway to one year. Six months of Love, exhaustion, watching God’s faithfulness unfold in brand-new ways. Motherhood is a dance of smiles and tears( both yours and the baby's). One moment I’m trying to occupy the clingy baby so I can get work done, and the next I’m looking at him just smiling at me with pure love. I remember one night when nothing I tried seemed to calm him. I felt so worn down, but in the quiet I sensed the Lord whispering, “You’re not alone. I am carrying you.” Those small reminders have become lifelines in this season. In just six months, my little one has gone from a baby on a CPAP in the NICU, to a arm crawling nut who knows how to use his lung. Every small milestone feels like a miracle. I’ll never forget the first time he laughed out loud—it was pure joy, ( for a baby who didn't cry for a week when he was first born every new milestone where his lungs are growing stronger is a blessing and a relief to us) and I c...
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Nobody Talks About the 5-Month Shift

Five months. It’s such a strange age. Not quite newborn, not quite big baby. Some days I look at him and think, “When did you get so big?” He’s rolling, laughing, discovering the world with wide-eyed wonder. Other days, he melts into my arms, and I’m reminded that he’s still so little, still so dependent, still my baby. This middle space has been harder than I expected. The sleepless nights are fewer (praise the Lord), but the demands are different. He needs more stimulation, more attention, more me. The pace feels relentless — the laundry piles higher, the calendar feels fuller, and my body still doesn’t feel like it fully belongs to me. And here’s something I wasn’t prepared for: this is the stage when the check-ins slow down. The meals stop coming. The texts dwindle. People assume you’re “out of the newborn fog,” so you must be fine now. But honestly? This stage can feel just as heavy, if not heavier, because the adrenaline of survival mode has worn off — and the marathon of motherh...
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Tiny CEO: A Day in the Life of My Baby’s Demands

If my baby had a corporate title, he’d be CEO of this household. Honestly, his schedule is stricter, his expectations are higher, and his performance reviews (a.k.a. screams) are more intense than any boss I’ve ever had. Here’s a little peek at his daily “agenda”: 5:12 a.m. — Demand milk. 5:17 a.m. — Refuse milk. 5:18 a.m. — Cry because Mom clearly doesn’t understand the nuanced complexity of my true desires. 7:00 a.m. — Mandatory board meeting (diaper change). 9:15 a.m. — Nap strike negotiations — full protest mode engaged. 11:00 a.m. — Squeal loudly until every member of the household acknowledges my presence. 11:30 a.m. — “Team-building” session (playtime). 12:00 p.m. — Lunch meeting. 1:00 p.m. — Nap. (Finally. The board approves.) And that’s just before lunch. By the afternoon, there are “urgent emails” (a.k.a. babbling), “performance evaluations” (judging me with big baby eyes), and “random pop-up meetings” that always run over schedule. He’s exhausting, but also hilarious. Someti...
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Weird Things My Baby Is Obsessed With Right Now

You know what nobody told me? Babies are weird. Like, hilariously weird. Mine? Obsessed with the ceiling fan. Not just casually interested — I’m talking full-blown giggles, wide eyes sparkling, hands waving like he’s greeting his best friend in the sky. And it doesn’t stop there. Forget the colorful toys I carefully picked out — he’s in love with tags. The little scratchy ones on blankets, shirts, stuffed animals. If there’s a tag in sight, you can bet he’s going to find it and clutch it like treasure. And apparently, my nose is comedy gold. He’ll belly laugh at me for minutes straight, just because I wiggle it or he grabs it. Sometimes, I just sit and watch him squeal over the most random things, and it makes me pause. Here I am, worrying about tomorrow, overthinking the messy house, stressing about whether I’m “enough.” Meanwhile, my baby is absolutely in awe of a spinning fan. It’s almost like God uses his weird little obsessions to preach a sermon I need to hear. Jesus said, “Truly...
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