Although it’s not our first language, my husband and I both speak Spanish. We actually met because of it! But, that’s a cute/ mushy story for another post. Today, I want to reach out to the blogging community for some tips/ advice about how to incorporate our love of Spanish into our baby girl’s life.
My mom started something when I was born. My dad bought her a beautiful pearl necklace, and she wore that necklace to every one of my major life events (kindergarten graduation, college graduation, and everything in between). And then, on my wedding day, she gave it to me to wear.
I now have that necklace and I now have a daughter. My plan is to follow in my mother’s footsteps and wear it to all of Norah’s big events and one day pass it on to her.
In addition to the necklace, my dad gave me a ring with Norah’s birthstone in it. That ring will join the necklace as one of the pieces of jewelry that I will be wearing, loving, and passing down to my daughter.
I just love heirlooms. The necklace and ring aren’t the only ones I have. My engagement ring was my mom’s; the rocking chair in Norah’s nursery was the one my mom used with both me and my brother.
These things are so important to me, and I’m so excited to share them and this tradition with my little girl one day!
Do you have any traditions or heirlooms you hope to pass down to your kids?
Baby Girl turned two weeks old yesterday! (Cue the happy/sad/baby-blues/my-hormones-are-still-going-crazy cry) I can’t believe it. I know people say it goes by fast, and it’s only been two weeks… but seriously! It goes by so fast!
I’ve learned a lot about breastfeeding in the last two weeks. Some things I expected. Others I didn’t. Here’s a quick recap of things I wish I would have known two weeks ago and what advice I have for other new mommys:
Everyone talks about baby blues. It makes sense that a woman would be all kinds of emotional after having a baby. Between the hormones, the drastic lifestyle change, the lack of sleep, and the fact that now you have this little person in your life that you worry about and obsess over non-stop, it’s no wonder postpartum women don’t completely lose their minds!
My baby blues have come in waves. One minute I’m great, happy, and chipper. The next I’m balling my eyes out because my husband didn’t remember what time the baby peed (“I specifically asked you to make a note of it. How can you not care? Didn’t you listen to me?”). The biggest source of sadness for me surprised me, though.