I mowed our jungle...er...I mean our lawn last night. Holy grass, batman. A great reminder on why it is important to mow regularly! I'm pretty sure we could have lost Korri in some of that grass. Not to mention it takes so much more time to mow when you have to stop every five seconds to lift the mower deck to get all the excess grass out. Sheesh. Also, I think we may need to sharpen the blades because it seems like it is using chopsticks under there!
And I'm pretty sure Korri has developed a fear of water...in her eyes anyway. The last couple baths, she has cried when water got in her eyes which she NEVER used to do. Guess its time for swim class again! Finn on the other hand goes under (with eyes open, I'm pretty sure), comes up, blinks and keeps on playing. Last night, I think he forgot he was under the water and tried to breathe. Oops!
More lessons learned:
Appreciate your child(ren) for who and what they are. You’ll both be happier that way.
Trust your instincts. I’ve never regretted listening to my intuition, but often regret NOT doing so.
Know and understand what your child(ren) should and shouldn’t be able to do at whatever stage/age they are currently. Encourage and support the next step but don’t expect them to do more than they are physically/mentally/emotionally able.
There is always something your child is doing that you can’t wait for them to outgrow (whining, hitting, tantrums, potty training, defying, etc.). While it is difficult, remember these phases are only temporary and be careful not to wish your child’s childhood away. I’ve found that the three years I’ve been a parent have flown by in what seems like a minute.
I’ve never fully understood and felt the importance of the staying, “there’s more than one way to skin a cat” until I had a three year old. I try to set my kids up for success rather than failure (i.e. why fight and argue if you can both feel like you get your way?). Creativity and thinking on your feet both come in handy!
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Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.



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