Leslyn's Lovely Life

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Emmett: 7 Months

Weight: 17 lbs 15 oz (41%)
Height: 27 in (38%)
Head Circumference: 18 in (97%)

Milestones: Emmett is now pushing up on all fours. I bet he'll start crawling pretty soon (I am SO not ready for that). He loves imitating sounds that we make, although he still hasn't figured out how to imitate "mama" or "dada". He sits for long periods of time now, and he only falls over whenever he is ready to roll around on the floor. He loves giving kisses and getting them.

Sleep: We were doing really well with sleep training (he only woke up once a night, and I was able to soothe him back to sleep without feeding him). And then the RSV happened, so we're starting at square one. DJ and I just got back from Mexico yesterday, so we were able to enjoy 3 nights of uninterrupted sleep (Thank you, Lord! Oh, and thank you grandparents. Haha!).

Favorite Things: Red is still this little boy's favorite color. He loves playing with colorful toys (and he likes eating them too). He could spend hours in his activity bouncer- he especially loves pushing the buttons that play different songs. Emmett also loves sitting in his high chair at dinner. We give him a few toys to play with while we eat, and he throws them on the ground and thinks it's the most hilarious thing.

Health: This last month was a little rough on our little buddy with RSV. It was not fun for anybody. He used a nebulizer, inhaler, antibiotics and steroids for two weeks. Thankfully, he's made a full recovery! Also, he's continuing to gain weight, which we're super thankful for!

Eating: Emmett eats two solid meals a day, is still breastfeeding, and we occasionally supplement with formula. He has now eaten sweet potatoes, squash, carrots, prunes, peas, green beans, and asparagus (and rice, of course). I think we're going to start introducing more fruits this month.

Here are a few pictures of him, since I don't think I post nearly enough. :)

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

A Journey to the Past

April 25, 2007

Dear Leslyn,

I hope that you loved every second of college. I hope you loved being in [this a-capella group that would have put Pitch Perfect to shame], that you had the opportunity to be on Program Board, and that you excelled academically. I hope that you remained friends with Carly & Hailey. You might still be dating [an ex-boyfriend]. You will be an amazing nurse. I hope you will stick with your job, and become a mother and wife in the next few years. 

I hope you're still an encourager, that you are trustworthy, and that you are a hard worker. 

I hope that you've learned to be happy with who you are, and that you've learned that you don't have to change for everybody or anybody. Stay true to who you are, and keep on smiling!

I remember writing that letter. It was a sunny day, about 75 degrees, I was with a group of other people who were on a freshman leadership board, and we were sitting under the trees in the middle of the main lawn at Belmont University in Nashville. But more than the beautiful setting, I remember where my heart was.

I felt so lonely. I only had a few good friends. I decided to become a nursing major so that if things "worked out" with my boyfriend at the time, he could pursue his dream of being a musician, and I could support us. Of course, I had no desire to be a nurse (that's why I had to tell myself to stick with my job! Ha!). As you can see in the last paragraph, I was unhappy, and I was trying so hard to be accepted and loved, to the point where I changed the way I looked, the way I dressed, and my personality. I lost 30 lbs in one semester, and I got to the point where I could wear a size 0... and I'm 5'7". I spent all of my money on expensive clothes that were pretty, but uncomfortable. In spite of the pretty clothes, I still felt disgusting and unworthy of love. I was a mess.

When I received this "time capsule letter" in the mail a few months ago, I felt overwhelmed by God's grace and His divine plan. I learned a lot from my time at Belmont, but I am thankful that ultimately, there was a better place for me where I would come alive, make a TON of lifelong friends, and meet a man who loved me as I was, and still loves me unconditionally to this very day. I was so broken before, but I was healed and restored during my time at Ouachita. I am forever thankful.

So if you're reading this and feel trapped, rejected, and alone, know that you're adored by the Creator of the universe and many others, whether you realize it or not. There is always, ALWAYS hope.


Monday, February 2, 2015

Being Honest

Warning: This post is going to contain feelings about blogging. Proceed with caution.

I've shared the story of this blog plenty of times. I started writing during a time that I was desperately trying to escape my work situation. My intention was to eventually become a "big blogger" who could live solely off of advertising. So I started writing about terrible makeovers that consisted of me hot-glueing and spray painting toilet paper rolls (among other things). It was tragic.

Then, as I started figuring out that photography was important and people tend to be drawn to "pretty things" (aka not hot-glued toilet paper rolls), I started doing outfit posts. To this day, my most successful posts on this blog are outfit posts that I have done in the past.

Here's the thing- I have a post-baby body, I have a human who takes up the majority of my time, and there's the fact that we are trying to save money. Having a fashion blog is not budget-friendly. Unless you're going to write about the clothes you already have and put different outfits together. Hmmm... Now that's an idea. But, to be completely honest, there is no chance that I'm going to make the time to do outfit posts anytime soon. And I have no clue what I would write about that would make me an overnight internet sensation. Haha.

I say all of this to publicly announce that I've finally accepted the fact that I will not be able to live off of this blog. Whew, just typing that felt liberating. The truth is, I've felt this way for a long time.

So what do I want to write about?

I want to have the freedom to write about whatever I feel like, whenever I want... If I want to write about an outfit (unlikely), I'll do it. If I want to write about Emmett (likely), I'll do it. If I want to post on a daily basis or once a month, I'll do it.

I want this blog to be a joy- both for myself and my readers. So here's to letting go of unrealistic expectations, creating content that isn't lame, and enjoying this little outlet of creativity.


 My former office... Since we're moving out of our house in 2 weeks. Yeah. More on that later.

Friday, January 30, 2015

My first 30 day challenge

Hello everyone!

Well, it's January 30th. I am proud to say that I practiced yoga every day. But I kind of did things a little differently than I intended.

Yoga isn't just about physical exercise- it's also about the mental state that you're in. And while I am not about all of the weird Hindu/Buddhist stuff that goes along with yoga,  I firmly believe in meditation and being aware of yourself and the world around you.

For me, there were some days where I needed the physical aspect of yoga. I wasn't feeling good, so I needed those stretches (I'm talking to you, downward facing dog). It's amazing how much easier some of the poses have gotten throughout my practice this month. But there were some days where I needed to meditate. Whether it was meditating on scripture or trying to find calm in the midst of chaos, the mental aspect was what I needed more than I realized.

I definitely think that I will continue practicing yoga on a regular basis. As I posted last month, it's something that I thoroughly enjoy, so I don't think it will be difficult for me to include it in my daily schedule.

For the month of February, I want to focus on my relationship with my husband.

You see, I'm realizing that marriage takes extra work once you have a baby. It can be hard to compartmentalize the "he's Emmett's Daddy" mindset (and what a WONDERFUL Daddy he is), and keep the "he's MY husband" mindset separate from that. First and foremost, he is my husband. So this month, I want to be super intentional with dating my husband, and reminding both of us that we belong to each other. Of course, I purposefully chose this during February, because a) Valentine's Day is this month, and b) we get to go on a romantic getaway in just a few short days! Woohoo! 

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

God Knew.

This morning, I find myself in complete awe of God and how he orchestrates things. It's actually something I've been thinking about over the past few days.

God knew that I would have to go to 2 colleges before ending up at the right place. Had I not done that, I probably wouldn't have met DJ in the most perfect way... If you want to read the story, click here.

God knew that there would be failed attempts to pursue what I thought were my dreams (this even happened a few months ago). And through those failed attempts, He led me in the right direction and put me exactly where I needed to be.

God knew that we would struggle with infertility, only to give us a 1 in 200 million baby last year (he shares a birthday with his dad and paternal grandfather... the odds of that happening- and for all of them to be males- is 1 in 200 million. Amazing, huh?).

God knew that the timing of our move to Houston would seem inconvenient at the time- in the middle of the school year? Are you kidding me?! But He knew that there was a mommy-to-be in Houston who needed someone to love on her kiddos towards the end of the school year. So that's what I get to do.

God knew exactly how long our house would be on the market, and how the person we're under contract with more than likely found out about our house because friends shared our listing on their Facebook accounts. Ah, technology, I could kiss you right about now.

The thing is, there are still some questions about plenty of things. But this morning, I can rest assured knowing that God already knows how the next chapter of our crazy story is going to unfold.

He is so faithful. I am thankful to serve a God who cares about every facet of my life, and cares enough to make my story so unique to where I can confidently say that only God could have made my life what it is today.