In the last while, it has become increasingly evident to me that my husband and I are officially raising a little boy. The babyhood days are long gone. Even more so, my Liam is turning into a miniature replica of my husband. He throws a baseball straight (unlike me) and hits a mean slap shot. He has a hilarious sense of humour and laughs freely like no one is watching. And, my two-year old, ahem — my husband as well, is seemingly a pickier eater by the day. Okay, okay — they’re not that bad most of the time, but who doesn’t like pot roast?
That being said, I’m not sure I was completely prepared for boyhood with all the dirt, scrapes & bruises, and roughhousing that come with it. Of course, this shouldn’t have come at a surprise to me as I grew up with three brothers of my own. But somewhere between leaving my childhood home and becoming a mom, I have become a little too cautious with safety and hand-washing. On top of that, you will usually find me preoccupied with keeping everyone and everything neat and tidy — which too often hinders my ability to live in the moment.
Ever since early high school, I have had a love-hate relationship with food. I won’t go into all the details today, but that is one of the reasons why I went down the path of becoming a dietitian. My teenage days were spent obsessing over my waistline and figuring out any way to restrict calories. I thought going to school for nutrition would solve all my struggles with food.
In some ways, my dietetics education did help. I learned that a healthy lifestyle was not all about low-calories foods and excessive exercise. I began to see the nourishing side of food instead of it just being detrimental to my figure. And, it also stopped me from continuously seeking out the next best fad diet. (With all the education I took, it’s hard to ignore science versus a celebrity’s skewed health beliefs). But that education ended up being more of a bandaid on a much deeper wound. See, in the time from when I graduated from high school to when I graduated from university, I had many big life changes: getting married, moving to another country, having a baby. But I never really dealt with the fact that life as I once knew was never going to be the same. College was hard, but motherhood came with all new worries and challenges of itself.
This week, my adventurous, lovable, little boy is turning two. It's hard to believe another year of his life has flown by just like that. In the picture above on his last birthday, Liam was only a few days away from learning how to walk by himself. Now he's racing up and down stairs, counting to ten, and cleaning up his own toys (most of time time)!
One of the reasons why I wanted to start blogging was to spend more time recording and reflecting on life's happenings. I've tried the whole journaling on paper thing several times throughout my life. Growing up, I was a bit jealous of my childhood friend as she would fill notebook upon notebook with interesting quotes and other musings. I, on the other hand, would stop journaling after a week or two, only to start over again a few months later in an entirely new notebook. For me, the hardest part of consistently writing in a physical journal is that my thoughts always run faster than my pencil can write. Conversely, I can use photos to remember and tell a story through a blog post (and hopefully spend less time doing it!).
That being said, I thought I would spend a few moments reflecting on Liam's second year of life and share a few of the highlights!
Saturdays are “family day” at our house. Yes, some weeks my husband has to work (or go golfing…), or I might be working on a blog post — but we usually like to spend at least the morning doing things just the three of us.
The day usually consists of a variation of the following:
From a very young age, I have enjoyed transforming simple ingredients into delicious treats. Whenever I could, I was in the kitchen helping my mom cook supper or bake recipes. And if I could make something completely from scratch? Even better.
Hello, I'm Erin – a follower of Christ, wife, mama of two, and registered dietitian. Welcome to my blog where I write about intentional motherhood, intuitive eating, inspired discipleship, and whatever else I feel like!
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