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We got a white Christmas!
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced that before. There really is something special about it. (Even though it’s so far from what Jesus’ birth actually looked like, but that is not a subject I’m going to dive into right now.)
Adorable white boots gifted by my mom – available here from Amazon
My friends keep asking me how I’m liking the Ohio snow (since I was born and raised in South Carolina and lived in Louisiana for a few years before moving up here). Answer: mostly. The first big snowstorm we got was BIG – like A WHOLE FOOT OF SNOW big. I love staying at home, but even I felt a little claustrophobic for the first day or two since I couldn’t have gone anywhere if I tried. We had no snow shovel, no solution for snow melt in the entryway, no snow boots. (We did have 12 snowblowers because my husband decided that being a doctor isn’t enough and has taken to buying and selling used snowblowers on the side. We have a garage but there’s no room in it for vehicles. I digress.)
Now we have a snow shovel. I also invested in a hat, multiple pairs of leggings, and some stellar barely-used insulated snowboots from eBay to round out my winter ensemble. Hadassah has multiple snowsuit/oversuit things that look like oversized sleepers and are very nifty for cold weather. (I did not know these existed since we never really needed them in South Carolina.) We also have carseat covers and a beautifully soft Norwegian “footmuff” (which is a strange name for something I would call a stroller sleeping bag) from two generous friends. We are equipped.
Equipment makes a huge difference, my friends. I like snow now.
Hadassah and I go on walks outside every day, unless it’s actively snowing or raining in which case I go out myself after Ryan gets home from work and can watch Hadassah. She does not enjoy snow in the face. (More on that later.) We also recently bought a treadmill off of Facebook Marketplace. It lives in the garage with the snowblowers (but not the vehicles) and will come in handy for the times when weather prohibits jaunts outside.
PS – Most of our things come from thrift stores, Facebook Marketplace, or Craigslist. My husband has a penchant for good deals. I have a penchant for not spending money unnecessarily. These are not necessarily the exact same sentiments, but they can coexist fairly well.
I had no idea that a cover of snow would make the world so bright. I’m not talking about clean and white, I’m talking about never-gets-dark-outside-at-night. The city lights have something to do with that I’m sure, but the snow reflects every little bit of light and makes walking at night something transcendent.
All that to say – we got a white Christmas, so I had to commemorate with pictures of my adorable daughter. I used to photograph food; now I photograph Hadassah. It helps that she
- is very photogenic;
- loves the outdoors;
- and is extremely expressive, interactive, and smiley.
We take lots and lots of pictures. It’s a creative outlet for me that includes her. She enjoys it at present.
The pictures in this post are definitely some of my favorites so far. The snow, the colors, her expressions…. Unfortunately the photo shoot ended abruptly when I positioned her in such a way that the basket became…uh…unbalanced. She faceplanted in the snow.
No children were harmed in this photoshoot, but one did become rather cold, wet, and red in the face. She was quickly dried off, wrapped in a blanket, and rocked to sleep, and I’m sure she has no recollection of the event.
I do regret that the one shot I got of that pose before she toppled was out of focus.
Hadassah is now 4.5 months old and we’re loving this stage. She grew out of her colic about two months ago and has been making up for it ever since with so many smiles and “conversations.”
She was always a fairly good sleeper once she got her days and nights figured out a week or two after birth. For awhile she only got up once at night, and on occasion she’d sleep all night if her naps got messed up during the day.
About a month and a half ago we hit a major sleep regression all of a sudden and she was waking up multiple times during the night. (Not uncommon at this age, from what I’ve read/heard. Ryan calls me the Google Mom.) This past Monday night she woke up seven times.
Thankfully the last three nights she has gone back to only getting up once, and that’s probably why I’ve published two blog posts in two days. 😛 It’s amazing what you can get done when you aren’t in need of a nap all day and either trying to sleep when the baby sleeps or staying awake but dragging your feet.
I am loving motherhood. It’s hard, of course, but I hope I never take for granted what a gift it is.
I’ll close with some thoughts I wrote down for Hadassah’s baby book.
I love this stage.
You’re so interactive and just melt my heart.
Your squishy cheeks,
the way you snuggle into me when you’re tired,
your hands grabbing at whatever they can find when you’re nursing,
the way you watch me constantly and smile back whenever I smile at you,
the smell of your neck and your peaceful face in sleep…
I want to hold all these memories in my heart.
This stuffed sloth is Hadassah’s favorite toy, given by some friends from back in Louisiana. It rattles and squeaks and she lights up every time I show it to her.
I love you more and more every day.
I’d do anything for you.
I pray that God will always protect you.
I pray that you’ll grow up following Him.
And the love I feel for you is only a taste of what He feels for us as His children. Amazing.
I never knew I could love anyone this much.
You spur me on to be a better person with your innocence and constant observation.
You have made 2020 the best year despite all the hardships and a global pandemic.
You’re my baby.