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Pretty little February things

Cookies and baby bumps are my favorite.

Potty training and tax season are not my favorite.

Do you know that song by Colbie Caillat called Try? Every time I hear it, I love it a little bit more. And, while it’s incredibly refreshing to hear a positive song about body image and acceptance, the more I listen to the song, the more I relate it to not only encouraging women about body image, but encouraging women about self-respect, being a good friend and parenting. The best message – being enough already.

You don’t have to try so hard
You don’t have to give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don’t have to change a single thing

Outside our inner circle, we sure don’t spend a lot of time talking about how hard things can be. Sometimes, we don’t even let our inner circle in. These are the people we often fear disappointing the most, so we just don’t share when things are hard. But not once have I regretted sharing the hard stuff (except maybe when my husband gives me that crazy look and then I lament not telling one of my girlfriends or my mom the hard thing).

If we don’t give our people the opportunity to love and support us, we deny them the ability to show up for us, to say me, too and I understand.

It feels good to be past the half way point of this pregnancy. It feels good to move from disappointment and hope – to fear, excitement and contentedness.

I still would rather sleep and eat Swedish fish than do any productive nesting, but the boys and I did make a couple more batches of cookies for our cookie challenge. #17 Magic Blondies, #18 Milk Chocolate Cookies, #19 Cream Cheese Lemon Bows & #20 Stained Glass Hearts respectively. You’re going to have to take my word on the milk-chocolate cookies, they were shipped off to school for Special Interest day before I could snap any pics.

Happy Wednesday friends.


Amy Warren

Love it! I’m one to share. Probably too much. Maybe I crave that love & support. And I always feel a little sad when someone close holds back the big stuff. How can we say a prayer, take time to call or give an extra hug if we’re not let in?

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