***A version of this was written on Valentine’s Day, February 14th. Yes, over a month ago, but when I hit “post” all of it disappeared. I almost decided to give-up, but at the request of my husband I have FINALLY decided to move forward, to let go of my expectations (ironic this was the title of my post) and just begin somewhere. So a month later, back to the title of this post…
Expectations.
Or lack thereof in the case of my husband. Kevin does not put pressure on me as a wife and mother. This is truly a blessing as I often put expectations on myself, most of which are fairly lofty. I also often extend those expectations onto Kevin and at times expect him to do things I haven’t even asked him to do. Kevin on the other hand rarely requests much. Thus, I realized the other week when he kept asking me to do a task I had better take note. Not to mention it was something I wanted to accomplish too. However, it was something I had not done in so long and because my expectations were so high I had opted just to not do it. I kept putting it off because I felt so far behind and didn't know where to begin,so I just didn't, which only put me further behind and more frustrated with myself. Kevin on the other hand had a simple request---a blog post a month. Keep it simple, as something is better than nothing.
Or lack thereof in the case of my husband. Kevin does not put pressure on me as a wife and mother. This is truly a blessing as I often put expectations on myself, most of which are fairly lofty. I also often extend those expectations onto Kevin and at times expect him to do things I haven’t even asked him to do. Kevin on the other hand rarely requests much. Thus, I realized the other week when he kept asking me to do a task I had better take note. Not to mention it was something I wanted to accomplish too. However, it was something I had not done in so long and because my expectations were so high I had opted just to not do it. I kept putting it off because I felt so far behind and didn't know where to begin,so I just didn't, which only put me further behind and more frustrated with myself. Kevin on the other hand had a simple request---a blog post a month. Keep it simple, as something is better than nothing.
Speaking of expectations, I had always hoped to have a curly blonde haired little toddler running around. I knew this would not be the case with Anna as her hair was stick straight from the beginning. As a side-note, I envy those with straight hair, so I am surely thankful for my daughter’s easy to manage straight hair. Aiden was without hair for so long that I didn’t think he would be the one that would give me those blonde curls. However, he surprised me with his light-colored curls and lots of them. Therefore, cutting those sweet curls was not a high priority. Actually, it was something I kept putting off in case the curls disappeared for good after being cut.
Finally his hair had gotten so long that it was a complete mess in the mornings unless you completely wet it down and combed out all the tangles. And let’s be honest, I have a hard enough time getting out the door that I don’t need any extra steps. Of course this is not a quick and easy process as this little boy already begs to play with his match-box cars for just two more minutes before we head out the door in the morning. The task of “fixing” his hair only interferes with him lining up his cars and makes for a morning battle. This extra step is also not needed when I am trying to get a very opinionated four-year-old out the door who is determined to pick out her entire attire from her clothes to her socks (or lack there of, if she had her way) and shoes (her fancy shoes as she calls them would be her choice no matter where we are headed). This is a whole other post for another day. Not to mention there is a pregnant momma trying to make it out the door who is not a morning person. So, who needs an extra step? Obviously not me! Yes, I should have caved sooner and given into the haircut.
On our way to get his first haircut. Love those sweet curls and those sweet eyes.
Aiden did smile for this one picture, but he was very serious during the entire haircut. He sat perfectly still. He didn’t even budge when the hairdresser asked him to tilt his head down and keep his chin tucked. His eyes just got a little wider and he waited patiently to lift it and look in the mirror.
Last look at some of those curls.
Looking more like a big boy.
On our way home with a lollipop in hand.
On our way home with a lollipop in hand.
I am happy to report that as these pictures were taken over a month ago, the curls have returned and actually Aiden could probably use another haircut. Here's to a start in blogging and hopefully many more posts to come (or at least one a month).
And happy belated Valentine’s Day to the man everyone says this curly blonde haired little one looks just like. Thanks for being patient with this post.
On a final note, we are still awaiting the arrival of Baby Sasser #3. We surely thought he/she would be here by now when over three weeks ago I was sitting in the hospital pretty miserable. But we are thankful they decided to stay put for a bit longer. They are keeping close tabs on this babe as I am at the doctor twice a week for non-stress tests and then a third time for just a regular appointment. All seems well and we will be 39 weeks in just a few days! We will keep you posted.
