Now that the warmer weather has finally arrived, we are thrilled to be able to take Judah outside to enjoy this beautiful, blooming springtime. In addition to Judah’s first flight, we had an extra special opportunity this weekend when we got to see the cherry blossoms in full bloom for the last weekend of the National Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington, D.C. It was a positively stunning display and was the first time really since Judah was born that he got to see and experience the beauty and warmth of early springtime.
Here are our favorite photos from our lovely morning visit to the cherry blossoms!
Has motherhood changed you? It know it has changed me. I mean, sure, at my core, I am the same person I have always been—a Brooklyn girl with a big heart and a sassy attitude (only when necessary). But motherhood has changed my priorities, my plans, my expectations and how I see the world. Most importantly, though, it has changed how I see myself.
I’m approaching the final weeks of pregnancy and the time that is typically prime for baby showers. Now, I love baby showers as much as the next mama, but since this is my second child and we already have all the baby gear and a ton of great gender neutral clothes I didn’t really “need” one. Regardless, it’s still nice to celebrate the impending arrival of a new baby and this weekend a couple of my friends teamed up to do just that. They celebrated Baby Clive and I…but it wasn’t with a baby shower. It was even better!
This pregnancy’s days are numbered. No more counting months or weeks; I’ve reached the point of counting down days. Where did those previous 38 weeks go? The ones that felt as if they were dragging and never ending at times. Have I really reached the end of maternity jeans and insatiable pregnancy cravings of supermarket sushi and pickles? Am I closing this childbearing chapter of my life? I think so. And I am content.
It’s the end of the day. I’m tired… no, I’m exhausted. I mommied it up extra hard today. Pancakes, home school lessons, laundry, errands, swim lessons, more errands, breaking up sibling arguments, dinner… and oh yeah, dinner. It feels like the day that never ends. Yes, it goes on and on my friends. Then bedtime creeps closer and I’m doing a happy dance up the stairs. But first, bath time.