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Gingham, polka dots, ankle boots

April 24, 2014

Gingham, polka dots, ankle boots

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It will never cease to amaze me how the love grows

It will never cease to amaze me how the love grows seemingly out of nowhere. There has never been less love to go around. Only more, so much more. #myblantonbunch

It’s been a wild ride you guys, but little man c

It’s been a wild ride you guys, but little man chose today to be his birthday!

Meet Ira Lee Blanton. Born 7/10/2020 at 2:24 pm. 9lbs 11oz and 23 inches. ❤️

P.S. We have another redhead on our hands! 💥

On Tuesday I hit 40 weeks. Yet *another* due date

On Tuesday I hit 40 weeks. Yet *another* due date come and gone... I guess on one hand I wasn’t surprised: four babies, four due dates, Four due dates come and passed. All now “late”. I mean, I’m nothing if not consistent.

On the other hand, I think I was hopeful that I wouldn’t have to wait this time. I feel like God asks me to wait a lot. I’m not so good at the waiting.

Mentally, reaching a due date feels a little like what I imagine it would feel like if you were running a marathon, reached the finish line and then someone told you had to go run the last mile again... I mean what was the point of the finish line then?! Right?! On Tuesday I felt sad, a little defeated and even angry at times. I did a lot of praying, meditating and noting of thoughts and feelings, a decent amount nesting and inviting of distractions and a little letting go.

Yesterday when I woke up I realized that I didn’t feel so much, “I reached another due date… “ 🙄 but more so, “I reached another due date!”☺️. I’ve been able to carry this baby full-term and without complication. That felt like more than enough to be grateful for and to even celebrate, so yesterday evening Nick and I stole way for a mini-hike and grabbed Chipotle takeout for dinner. What will probably be our last date, for a little while anyway.

I find myself still tempted to believe that there are these moments of “arrival” throughout our life. You know, the times that we come to these great realizations and assume that they will permeate and stick around for good... Certainly not have to be revisited again, again and again. But I’ve been here before. I’ve done this before. And I’m finding myself having the same kinds of revelations that I’ve already had. Some days I’m frustrated by that fact. But today I feel less frustrated and more grateful that our thoughts, feelings and revelations aren’t subject to one moment in time in our past, despite how ever grand. I feel grateful and inspired that we are instead subject to the graces of a new day, whether that day be filled with new choices or intentionally repeated ones. New lessons or lessons that feel frustratingly familiar. #40weeks2days

Baked all the baked goods today. 👉🏻Swipe at

Baked all the baked goods today. 👉🏻Swipe at your own risk. 🤤 Also, how much more do you think baby will weigh if he comes much later than say, tomorrow? 🍪🙃 #39weeks #and6days #nesting #baking #butnocandlestickmaking

Red, white and bump baby. 🇺🇸💥 // P.S. Che

Red, white and bump baby. 🇺🇸💥 // P.S. Check out my stories to see how much Donna has grown into (and out of) this dress since last year.😭❤️ #39weeks #and4days

Decided I’m giving her sink baths until she lite

Decided I’m giving her sink baths until she literally won’t let me anymore. ✨

Today’s nap scene. 😴 Swipe to see her perilou

Today’s nap scene. 😴 Swipe to see her perilous perch atop my belly. 👉🏻 #39weeks

Baked goods have been a dime a dozen around here t

Baked goods have been a dime a dozen around here the last few months — definitely been fulfilling that quarantine stereotype. 😜 We just ran out of breakfast muffins and, although I suspect cinnamon rolls are in our (very) near future, I’m looking for a new baked good recipe to add to the mix! Got any good ones to share?

Hanging onto every last single little dimple of he

Hanging onto every last single little dimple of hers. ✨ #babydonnajean

Fresh starts and morning light.✨

Fresh starts and morning light.✨

Her days as ‘the baby’ are numbered. Always a

Her days as ‘the baby’ are numbered. Always a bittersweet realization for this mama… She’s going to make such a great big sister. ❤️⠀
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#babydonnajean #documentyourdays #momswithcameras #honestmotherhood #nothingisordinary #ohheymama #vsco_mom #motherhoodrising #theeverydayproject

My dirty dishes don’t always look this pretty, b

My dirty dishes don’t always look this pretty, but when they do you better believe I document them. 😉⠀
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Some days (*ahem* most days..?) I find it incredibly difficult to see all the ‘crud’ in the right light... You know what I mean? ⠀
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It’s a lot, but I’m working to reset current thought patterns that don’t serve me well and allow for more freedom in my mind to be able to pause and breathe-in a moment like this. ⠀
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I’ve relied on yoga in the past to help me foster positive energy and thoughts, but this week I dove head first into the world of meditation and am really loving the resources I’ve found. Do you meditate? Hit me up with all your favorite resources in the comments!⠀
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#meditate #meditation #mentalhealth #light #dark #goodheretoo #documentyourdays #momswithcameras #honestmotherhood #nothingisordinary #ohheymama #vsco_mom #motherhoodrising #theeverydayproject

38 weeks (and some odd days). ✨ Plus apparently

38 weeks (and some odd days). ✨

Plus apparently the only corner of the house I take photos in anymore... 🤷🏻‍♀️

This past Saturday Wyatt turned 7 years old. SEVEN

This past Saturday Wyatt turned 7 years old. SEVEN YEARS OLD!

He requested a pizza party where the kids could make their own pizzas (with a topping bar) so of course we made it 'Secret Pizza Party' style. We sure missed a few faces that would normally have been there, but we didn't catch a single raccoon trying to steal a pizza. It was a great day. ❤️ #weewyattgraham #myblantonbunch

Summer nights.✨ #myblantonboys #myblantonbunch

Summer nights.✨ #myblantonboys #myblantonbunch

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And then it struck me: I hadn’t really changed a

And then it struck me: I hadn’t really changed at all. The things that made me uniquely me, my core, my essence, the things that make me “tick”. Those things hadn’t changed. (Even if I still find great difficultly in defining just what those things are...) What had definitively changed was the way I saw myself. I didn’t like what I saw — still don’t most days if I’m being painfully honest — the lens through which I saw myself had become grossly distorted.

And so this is my first, desperate attempt to correct that distortion. Of course it’s just me with brushed hair, a pretty dress, a little mascara, self timer, a tripod and some glorious lighting... But you know what? I can see her in this photo. The me that I miss and the me that I can’t manage to see some days. I think she’s there just waiting for me to rediscover her, even if she never really left to begin with.

You guys... in just a few short weeks there will b

You guys... in just a few short weeks there will be *another person* around this table. 🤯

Morning sunbeams: making dirty laundry look good s

Morning sunbeams: making dirty laundry look good since never. 😜 #blantonhome

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