The Reading Mother

I really love this topic. Some of the best memories of my childhood stem from books I read, and it's one of my favorite parts about being a mom. I also love that it's not a topic of huge controversy, as are so many other things that make up "the mommy wars." Because really.. is there anyone that thinks you shouldn't read to your child?

Mmmmm... yeah... didn't think so.

The girls and I go to the library about every week or every other week. Depends on how much we love the books we currently have out. Depends on whether something we've had on hold is back in. Depends on how voraciously their Momma is going through a can't-put-it-down kinda series. Sometimes we just go for storytime and don't check anything out at all.

Often my girls will play happily together as long as I'm sitting there in the room. As soon as I get up and begin working on something... sure enough, they will need my help with the potty, or a drink of water, or start fighting over a toy, etc. So sometimes, we're all so much happier if Mom just parks it on the couch with a good book for a while. Everybody wins.

Know what else I really love about this? My toddler loves to read, too. She won't go to bed without a couple of books and a flashlight to read them with. (I'm using the term "reading" very loosely in regards to my toddler. Although she knows her alphabet well and can recognize quite a few words on her own, she's not full-on reading yet.) It's so cute and I love that the time she spends with books will make up some of her earliest memories. I love that she loves to do something that will take her so far in life and all of her educational pursuits.

Beginning next week, I'm going to starting a new little column or corner of the blog, in which I will be writing reviews of children's books. (Eeeeek! So exciting I could squeal out loud!) It's going to be a blast! 

In connection with this new endeavor, you'll find the addition of a few new links, to places such as Amazon, where all of these books can be purchased. Husband and I have toyed with the idea of monetizing this blog for a while, and have decided to try out a few things that will bring in some revenue for us while still maintaining our family blog feel. Because that's what all of this is mainly about.

And to reiterate that last point all the more, here's a poem that I can barely read aloud without choking up (and I'm not even pregnant and crazy hormonal, so you know it's legit). I really love it. 



the beginning of a lovely 4 years

The way we met was what most folks would call coincidence and what I would now call providence. 

You labelled me: nerdy, returned missionary, Molly Mormon

I labelled you: conceited

And I might have loved that curly, curly hair of yours, had I been able to see past the boy in love with his own voice. 


A few months passed. I watched you perform in a musical that I was required to see for a humanities class (but didn't tell you later that I wouldn't otherwise have come).

I knew: you would make a handsome older man someday.

You didn't know: I was there.

And I thought that maybe you were right about your voice- I left the theater duly impressed.


A few months passed. Our eyes met across the aisle before sacrament meeting.

You thought: I was pretty.

I thought: maybe you weren't so bad looking yourself.

And I might have shot a little smile your way.. hoping. Thinking that maybe I'd misjudged you. 


A few months passed. The time we regularly spent together was more about service and ward business than anything else.

You were: dating another musician.

I was: getting over dating another artist.

And you'd think this might have taught us something about dating people so similar to ourselves. But we weren't so quick to learn.


A few months passed. We enjoyed a smorgasbord sort of Easter dinner together and went on a few more dates. Then you texted me while away on choir tour in Alaska.

You misunderstood: my reaction.

I misunderstood: your text.

And maybe if these things were easier to understand, you wouldn't have called up that other girl and gotten back together.


A few months passed. We rarely spoke, although I never stopped hoping we would again someday.

You: were absent from ward council.

I: sat alone in shock.

And thought about how soon you'd be engaged, and was alarmed to find my stomach churning at the thought.


A few months passed. It was October. The landscape around us was dying, but things between us were just coming back to life.

You made: me laugh.

I made: time for you.

And maybe things would have come together then, had we both been ready.


A few months passed. An offer of a warm dinner in the middle of a blackout. 

You were: such a gentleman.

I was: aloof and unappreciative.

And when I went away the next semester we lost touch.

A few months passed. Reunited in the little town of Rexburg, we strolled familiar streets and laughed like old friends.

You felt: something spark.

I felt: something change in me.

On account of one small exchange of glances.

A few weeks passed, and we were inseparable. Soaking up every possible minute of every day together before the start of summer.

You: sang your heart out on that Nauvoo mission.

I: worked my heart out in my design classes and wrote you everyday.

And it was perfect. 

A few months passed. A trip to New England and the gift of a handmade ring on bended knee.

You asked: for forever.

I asked: yes, please?

With the happiest of hugs and the most committed of kisses, we faced shocked reactions and the possibilities of the future.

A few months passed. I arrived late to the temple and you calmed my tears, helping me embrace the happiness of our sealing instead of the heartbreak of my family's absence.

We both answered: Yes.

As we knelt at that beautiful altar in that beautiful sacred place, and the blessings of eternity were pronounced upon us. That beautiful autumn day that we were sealed together forever.
I love you, Jordan Judd.


11 months

She's a cutie. She's a fearless adventurer. She's a screamer, a head-butter, a bow-legged bi-ped, a little person full of demands and endearment.

Husband has already begun sorta joking about starting a health savings account for her now.. because heaven knows the kinds of emergency room trips this kid is going to experience in her early years.

Always getting hurt. Always getting herself into dangerous situations. 

Nothing holds her back.

 This past month was a miserable one for Libs. So much illness, teeth, and more illness. And then another round of sleep training after that.. cause you know how these things go. It's always such a dilemma.

She pretty much needs help sleeping when sick or teething, and that's fine. I love to snuggle her. But when she's feeling better... it's back on her own. Cause I can't take care of my family if I'm holding a baby all the livelong day. 

Probably the only good thing that could have resulted from getting hand foot & mouth disease... happened. With painful ulcers all over the roof of her mouth, Libby couldn't stand her binky. She'd hold it in her hand but not her mouth.. and so I decided to jump on the opportunity to break her of it while it was her idea, and before she got much older and attached to it that it would be a nightmare to get rid of. And so in the middle of the night once, Husband offered it to her again to try to calm her... and she completely refused it. Yes! 

My baby is binky-free and I love, love, love it. I'm so glad we did this now rather than later on when it would be harder.

And you know what it's helped a whole lot, too? Nursing. She's only refused to nurse a couple of times since getting rid of the bink, and that is outstanding for this little one. We're coming up on her birthday and I'm no longer worried about her trying to wean early.
 I'm still undecided between L-I-B-B-Y and L-I-B-B-I-E. I like both. Whenever I choose one way to spell it, I stick with it for like a month and then see it the other way and change my mind. Husband likes it with a Y, so I'm thinking that's what we'll make permanent. 

(I mean, is this issue totally a non-issue or what? But these things matter to me.)

These photos were totally spontaneous, as she's been sick and not the ideal candidate for picture-taking. So these happened the other day as the family was playing in the leaves... sans cute outfit, cute hair, etc. Just her everyday self with Thai noodles stuck to her shirt.

And we love her just the same.

In a few weeks I'll be making this little one her own cake.. I can hardly believe it!