Monthly Adventures

So hubby and I came up with a fun, spontaneous way to have some family time with our girls. At the beginning of the month, Jade or Annabelle pick one popsicle stick from a mason jar, which has about two-three dozen popsicles with fun places to go. This month Jade picked Rock n Jump. We've only been there once, but it was super fun! We'll be going there next weekend since Vectra that weekend off. We'll keep you updated =)

From Baby to Preschooler

So Jade started Preschool this month. I love how excited she got the very first day. She woke up super early, ate all her breakfast, changed herself and was ready to go! On our drive over to the school I started thinking of what to tell her while dropping her off. Trying to prepare myself. As we go in, I told Jade to have fun and before I could finish my sentence she was already inside her class saying "Ok mom see you later bye!" I was shocked, yet so excited for her. I thought it was going to be so hard for her to say bye, but it wasn't. I wasn't hard at all, if anything, it was hard for me. Being with her since the day I became pregnant with her. Then her starting Preschool.. I'm such a proud moma. Knowing my daughter is going to accomplish so much and not be scared to try new things. When Annabelle and I went to pick her up she gave us both a big hug and started telling me how her "day at school" went. Hearing her excitement, her telling me the names of all the friends she made, I couldn’t help but cry. My baby is not a baby anymore, she's a Preschooler.

Missing my Unborn Child

Lately, I've been getting so emotional, and I think it's because I'm getting close to what would of been our babies due date, November 11, 2015. I had both of my girls 4 weeks before their due date. If I wouldn't have lost our baby, I think he would have been born already. So that makes me feel sad, upset, depressed. People keep telling me it gets easier, but I don't think so. Just because our baby wasn't born, doesn't mean he doesn't deserve to be talked about. I thank God every day for my two healthy girls, but then I get mad at him, because he took something from me, or should I say someone. I know I wasn't emotionally ready for another child, but that doesn't mean I would've loved him any less. I really hate when people tell me everything happens for a reason, but at the same time I believe it. One day, if God decides to send him back to us, It wouldn’t be a bad thing..