OUR HOT N' SWEATY SUMMER ADVENTURE: ARCHES & CANYONLANDS!

Saturday, September 21, 2019
Recapping a bit of our summer and finally sharing our grand family adventure to Arches and Canyonlands Ntl. Parks! Our biggest summer adventure was having Chloe Baby, obviously, but before the first day of Fall hits, though (and for the sake of cleaning up my memory card so that I can photograph the bajeebees outta Chloe Rae, haha), I'm getting these photos in the books!

We weren't even planning on going on this trip, actually, until about one week before we went. I had assumed we would be in the trenches with new baby Chloe for the entire summer, so I wrote off taking any trips this summer. But Sugar was the sweetest newborn (still is the sweetest little baby), and I felt great postpartum. So Ryan threw the shebang together a couple weeks after Chloe was born, and by the time Chloe hit three-weeks-old, we were off! My family had a reunion at Bear Lake, Utah, at the beginning of July, so we made the trek from San Diego all the way to the top of the state, stopping in St. George (of course), Koosharem (my grandparents' tiny town!), and Salt Lake en route. After spending a fun five days at Bear Lake, we made our way back through Utah, stopping in Park City, Provo, and finally landing in Moab. We dubbed the trip our "Tour de Utah" since we spent the whole month of July going from the bottom of the state to the top and back to the bottom again, and gosh, Moab was a major cherry on top. A big, HOT, juicy/sweaty cherry, haha. Broke out into a little sweat just looking at these sunny pics, but man the heat was worth it. We're desert rats at heart, you know?

2.91:1

Monday, September 16, 2019
“Give me something silly!” I said.

Eeeeeeasy. ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜‰

Worked all day to soak up their silliness and laugh off today. Today was a doozy. But just about every other day around here is a doozy. And I have come to realize that I’ve joined the ranks of women across the world with lots of children whose every day — no matter how organized, pre-planned or well-dreamt — is a doozy. Which is fine! Totally great. You just have to keep laughing somehow, someway. You have to keep your chin up in order to keep your head from sinking beneath the waters. Just keep swimming. 

Like today? I was grocery shopping at Trader Joe's with 3 of my 4 when a man in turned to me and said, “Please don’t tell me you’re going to have another one.”

Ummm, excuse me? 

COMING DOWN WITH DEPRESSION, PART I: HURTING

Sunday, May 19, 2019
Hi friends! I said I'd be back with some big blog posts to share before my sweet baby girl is born, and here is one of them (the most important one). It's the first post in a little two-part series I've written on my experiences with anxiety and depression. I personally feel that everyone has a mental health story. None of our bodies are exempt from getting sick, so why wouldn't each of our minds, at times, also be unwell? 

Part I below is definitely cathartic. It's one of my life's most layered stories and writing it coherently was hard, but I'm so happy to finally share it. Writing it all out helped me process my feelings immensely, so while it's kind of lengthy, it is what my soul needed. That said, pull up a chair! Get comfy. Thank you in advance for reading. 

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A devastating flood hit my parents’ home the week before Olivia was born. It was the last thing Southern Utah's desert expected to see that fall — it rattled the whole Santa Clara valley — but Mom still came to help a few days after my sweet girl arrived. Bringing lavender for diffusing, a tall stack of the best burp cloths ever made, and a soft place for my shell-shocked soul to land, her seasoned motherly presence was more than calming. I needed her and the assurance she brought that I could be a mom, because the first days of mothering Olivia without a mentor had me wondering. I deeply loved my baby, but I wasn't expecting the immediate, immense amount of work that came with having her. Naive, I know, but I either never heard that you hit the ground running the second your baby is delivered, or someone did tell me and I just glazed past reality, daydreaming instead of the newborn bliss I seemed to see everywhere. You and your velvety baby cuddling each other to sleep. Cooing and ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the newborn you made, her finger wrapped around yours. Calming your baby's cries with speed and ease and without the slightest bit of stress.

COMING DOWN WITH DEPRESSION, PART II: HEALING

This is the second post in a little two-part series I've written on my experiences with anxiety and depression. I personally feel that everyone has a mental health story. None of our bodies are exempt from getting sick, so why wouldn't each of our minds, at times, also be unwell? I'm so happy to finally share story with you. Read Part I here -- COMING DOWN WITH DEPRESSION, PART I: HURTING. And for Part II, read on... ๐Ÿ’›

AN UPDATE ON LIFE!

Saturday, April 20, 2019
Whoa whoa whoa!

HAPPY MID-APRIL. Woo! It's been a while, little Blog. I've been busy! Not so busy that I can't relax, but not so relaxed that I feel fidgety (my yellow-red people out in the world get me there). Best of both worlds.

Growing our fourth baby girl has kept me busy. And sleepy! More than a few evenings have found me hitting the hay early. I love giving myself the gift of going to bed early, honestly, because sleep is still such a priceless gift around here. I mean, we're nowhere near the unbelievably long and hard nights of Emmy's baby life, but it's still unusual for me to get an uninterrupted night of sleep. With three little dolls in the house, inevitably one (if not two?) needs something at some point in the dead of the night. I was really tired this week after one majorly up-and-down night, and I had to sit and think for a second about whether it's good or bad that I'm still not super sleeping as we look ahead to having Baby Girl. Because, I mean, I'm not sleeping! I'm used to getting up and working and going back to bed! And then it's like, but wait, I'm not sleeping...?!? Ah well. If I've learned anything in dealing with sleep deprivation and fatigue, it's not to let my mind stay in a place of analysis or wonder or worry, basically over anything and everything. Life is what it is. Best to do my best, count the blessings, literally smile and move on.

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