I can’t believe how the time flies with a baby.  I’m a stay at home mom now for crying out loud and I can’t get a darn thing done! I spend all my time staring at my beautiful Vivi and I am completely content with that.  Let the dust build, let the laundry pile, and save the dishes for another day – she’ll only be this big for so long.  It’s already been almost 6 weeks and I feel like I’m missing out on something if I am away from her:)  The other morning, she was still sleeping and I had actually managed to wake up at 9am instead of my usual lately 11am.  Anyways, so I let her sleep and started to get some things done with a baby monitor at my side.  Then I started to feel guilty that I hadn’t attached her to me to let her sleep on my chest like I normally do – thus getting nothing done.  I am sure this time will pass and I will feel the need to get things done and not just stare into those baby blues.

Before Vivi, I was an on-the-go slave, doing whatever I could do to make myself or my life seem worth something or meaningful.  From the minute I knew I was pregnant everything changed.  I knew finally what I was meant all along to be – a mommy to Vivian (yes her name was picked out before she was conceived).  I have come to realize that from here on out my life’s duty is to be a mommy first and equally a wife to Sid – everything else for me is secondary and almost meaningless.  I decided before I was ever pregnant that if I was ever going to raise a child that I would give them everything that I never had – or never perceived that I had.  I have one chance to make this right and I’ll be darned if I don’t raise her right.  No, I don’t mean spoiling her – but raising her with unconditional love and support in whatever she wants to do.  I also will not be spanking because I don’t trust myself. Yes, there are plenty of other disciplinary actions to take to get your child to listen to you and quite frankly, they work much better.  Spare me with “spare the rod, hate your child” crap from the Bible.  It’s not there and what is there is completely taken out of context.  Just like in the 23rd Psalm when David says, “Thy rod and they staff guide me.” That doesn’t sound like like he was beat in order to be guided.  The rod is discipline - whatever form one may choose that works to effectively guide their child.

Ok, I am done:) Enough googling over my lovely, I must get something done today, even if it’s just making it to Starbucks for my Grande Triple Pumkin Spice Latte – yes I said triple! Hey, you have a kid:)

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