Wednesday notes…

reading maxwell maggie whitley

we spend a lot of time reading together, which the bookworm in me loves

I know I type a lot of words about finding the good and happy and encouraging and humble moments of mamahood, but the reality is there are just as many hard moments (days?) as the good and happy and encouraging and humble. This mamahood thing is not for the weak, that’s for sure. It’s real and deep and I’m so so grateful for the title. Just recently I’ve begun feeling baby #2 kick, which feels like tiny bursts of popcorn popping — just like we’re told they’ll feel. Sometimes I nearly miss the tiny kicks because there’s just so much going on all the time, but I really love being able to stop time for a moment to bask in them.


Maxwell is down to just one nap each day, which is really my only time for true quiet ;) I’ve been coaxing myself to lay down and nap each day once he goes down. Often there’s a little list started in my mind of a few things I could/should do, but I usually ignore that list and lay down. I know I’ll feel better if I rest instead, so I listen to myself and grab a book (I’m currently re-reading this), turn on the fan and allow a long, slow exhale to happen. It’s lovely every time.

silly strip maggie whitley

you know you do this with your camera, too ;)


Once again we’re headed to the beach for the day, yahoo! I can’t wait to gather with other mamas and all our kids, and let the ocean waves cleanse our minds. It’s always worth it to gather every ounce of extra energy for our weekly beach days, especially because it’s only a few miles away. I remind myself it’s just a few extra minutes packing a picnic lunch, making sure we have our umbrella and quilt and plenty of sunscreen and water, but it’s hours of bliss to be blessed by other mamas.


A few days ago I organized my fabric stash. I recently listed (and sold, thank you!) a bunch of fabrics & materials, but I made sure to save a few things just for me. I desperately miss sewing. Can I just type that out and let my heart sit in the open air for a moment? I am so glad to be doing exactly what I’m doing with my days, currently, but I do miss sewing. Perhaps it’s because Zack’s been clocking hours and hours at work lately, so I’ve been solo-parenting like crazy during the week. And man, the days can feel long when they first start out. I put my feet on the hardwood floor and walk myself to the coffee pot and then I get Maxwell from his crib and he greets me like this, and instantly (truly instantly) I know the day won’t really be as long as I feel it to be. The days are always warm and wonderful. Not having a lot of Maggie time has been making me daydream about sewing, perhaps it’s time to start planning a new sewing project… :)

bauer maxwell maggie whitley

on the weekends we spend a ton of time together as a family, including lots of walks!


Today welcomes week #22 of pregnancy. Hello, five months! Fingers crossed there will be some time to snap a few photos for a bump update. The Lord knows I’d love a few minutes with my photographer! ;)


What kind of life moments have you been taking note of? Wishing you a wonderful day, wherever you may be reading from… XO

Where I’m supposed to be.

I wrote this last week but wanted to save it for a Monday morning. I know Mondays can be hard in their own unique way, so here’s a little bit encouragement if you’re in need.

palm trees maggie whitley

Fact: there are days when everything feels like it’s going the wrong way. The day before today was kinda perfect and I felt like motherhood was the easiest job ever. A couple loads of laundry: washed. Floors: swept, mopped, vacuumed. No meltdowns from anyone smaller than me. And the real icing for the day: my hubby was home in time for us to sit down together for dinner.

But then I woke up and it was tomorrow (really today), and it felt nothing like yesterday delivered.

And that’s when I take the time to realize how grateful I am to be a mama first and a blogger/working lady second.

maxwell nursery maggie whitley

Maxwell’s whining was easily remedied if I sat with him on the floor in the nursery to play.

My morning shower that didn’t happen because today was “just one of those days”? Well, now I know what I’ll be doing this evening :)

It’s OK that Max didn’t want to eat his entire lunch, he can have an extra serving of fruit and some crackers after his afternoon nap. Some things simply aren’t worth fussing over.

And possibly my most important lesson from today: nothing is more urgent than my time spent with our children.

I love knowing that (and experiencing it, too).

Sometimes I wish I could sneak off and lose myself to hours spent in a sewing studio, but I know today is where I’m supposed to be and tomorrow will most definitely hold something awesome, too. 

The beat of life.

maxwell sleeping maggie whitley

Maxwell will be 15 months old on the 12th and that is literally fascinating to me. For one, where does the time disappear to?! I’m so grateful for all our memories we have created together since his birth. To be home with our babes is such hard work, it takes consistency and patience, and trying to get enough rest is pretty much a requirement. But these years at home with our babes are years of investment. They are my favorite years. As soon as we started a bedtime routine with Max he started going to bed so gosh darn easy for us. We keep a couple stuffed animals in his crib with him but it’s clear his favorite is Scout, a gift from my brother the Christmas I was pregnant. Once he’s in bed we’ll hear Scout “talking” to Maxwell, and Zack and I just look at each other and smile big cheesy grins. We are so head-over-heels in love with Maxwell. He is such a blessing to our entire family.

The 14 long (to us) months we prayed for our first baby were hard months. When we finally relaxed into the beat of life we found it much easier to be patient, and shortly later we had an announcement to share. And oddly, we find the same mentality to be true once the child is born: relax into the beat of life and your rhythm will come, naturally.

A philosophy I’m in love with…

baking with kids maggie whitley

via A Cup of Jo

While reading one of my favorite blogs I came across this beauty philosophy that literally made me stop and pause over the words I had just read:

I think beauty is about contrast — that things shouldn’t be too perfect. I’m “allergic” to things being too done-up, whether that be a room or a garden or my personal look. (Kedra Smoot)

Isn’t that a life-changing concept? And totally applicable to so many topics. I love when simplicity can come in and just be.