Two Months Old
It always happened so fast, I couldn't get a great video. Then, of course, when I had the camera out, she wouldn't do it.
Our Trip to Utah
I was really worried about flying for the first time. I was worried Mckee would have ear problems or would fuss the entire flight. Before we left, she wasn't taking a pacifier and was a little bit hard to soothe sometimes. She flew like a champ though! I nursed on the way up and she slept all the way through landing, getting my luggage, and driving to the hotel. She was so great. I was sitting by some girls who were on their way to a bachelorette party in Vegas. One of them was pregnant, so they were all enamored by Mckynlee and wanted to know about motherhood. Overall, super easy. I was so greatful.
We arrived in Vegas late Thursday night and spent most of Friday shopping in Vegas. For those of you who have had children, you know how it feels looking in your closet and being super discouraged when things don't fit the same way anymore. So, Jake--being the wonderful man that he is--told me I should renew my wardrobe while I was in Las Vegas. Girls weekend!
It was fun to just relax and shop and spend time with the girls. Mckynlee, again, was awesome. She maybe doesn't love shopping quite as much as my mom and I do/did.
Sunday was our trip back to Utah County. Mckynlee did great in the car. She slept most of the ride. On our way to Highland, we stopped in Salem to visit Jake's grandmother. Again, a wonderful visit!
Before we came to Utah, I found out my younger brother Cayson had his second high school soccer game. We decided we would go and support him! I wanted Mckynlee to have a onesie with Lone Peak on it, so I pulled out an my old t-shirt and whipped up something!
The Wedding!
So here comes a mom rant. Prepare yourself. Here we go: what's with the mom-shaming in our society? It seems that no matter what we read or say or do, we aren't doing enough for our children. I've only been a mom for two months, and I've already felt the rage. There is so much stress to be the perfect mom so my child can have a chance to become president. Does it really matter if my child has a pacifier? Or if she occasionally misses a nap time? I think we should all just decide what is best for our children and understand that not everyone parents the same way we do. What's wrong with that? Being a mother is already emotionally taxing, and we need all the support we can get. Is it really that hard?
Anyway, that's just a few thoughts I have. My kid has a paci and she might not be president. But at least we'll love her with all we have.