It’s Friday! I’ve gotta say, this week was a long one. O started coaching last weekend which means for the first time since becoming parents, O has a true 8-5 job outside of the house. We’re used to having breakfast as a family every day followed by family worship time and bible study. Aside from the days he’d have site visits or trips, the normal routine was that our morning family time lingered however long it needed to and he finished work around 4. I knew I could often pop into his office or our room to see him midday and no matter what, that the second daddy got home, the kids would be able to play like crazy until dinnertime. For the next few months, this won’t be the case and the transition period has been quite the shift.
I’m sure you’re seeing gift guide after gift guide right now. The thing is, I’ve wanted to have my own magazine ever since I can remember. Flipping through the pages of my mom’s magazines as a little girl I was amazed by each layout, color choice and font decision. I started making my own mood boards armed with scissors and glue and have kept pin boards of inspiration in elementary school and still pull one together every chance I get! These gift guides are always a way for me to express a passion of mine- curating and collecting in hopes of inspiring.
“You are a great mom.”
Initially, in those newborn days with Oshiolema, I took the compliment as necessary fuel. If my life was a pie chart, breastfeeding, up with a crying baby instead of sleeping and chores were even; me-time, time in the Word were those little slivers that are too small to see or title. In photos, Oshiolema was clothed, sometimes smiling and alive. I’d tidy up the scene I was about to snap a photo in, moving a stack of diapers and stained burp cloth aside to make way for a fresh pretty swaddle blanket. I’d write a caption about being up all night with him but it not mattering anymore because he’s so perfect.
But here’s the thing.
I’m over a year into my natural deodorant journey and thought this was the best place to share the questions I’ve received and things I’ve learned throughout the process. Let me just emphasize that: it’s a process. The beginning is just the pits (I really wanted to work that in early) but I’m finally in a great place where my body is used to it, my mind is on board and I haven’t touched my Clinical Strength stuff in a year.
It’s officially Fall, friends. There are two types of people: spring/summer people and fall/winter people. I am one hundred jabillion percent a fall/winter girl. Maybe it’s because I grew up in Chicago where fall seems to last a lifetime, maybe it’s because of all the holidays stacked up in a row. All I know is once my Magnolia Fall candle is crackling, the fleece sweaters are pulled out and soups are on the stove, I feel at home. We have a big trip back to California planned this Fall so I pray we get a little taste of crisp fall air. Without further adieu- here is our autumn bucket list: