Our sweet baby girl, (who would remind us she is NOT A BABY), turned four on March 26, 2018.
It seems as if time has doubled in speed since the day we welcomed our little Grae Golden.
She came into the world stubborn and ferocious, tiny as a pint, but larger than life in spirit.
Shortly after she was born and named, we noticed the repetition initial G.G. We thought that was the perfect nickname for our teeny lady, and “Gigi” stuck.
Not a dull day has gone by in the Miller Manor since that fateful spring day she was born.
Grae tends to get the most attention in our family…. because she demands it the most.
Grae has stretched and grown my soul like nothing else.
Because of Grae I am more patient, less judgemental, more loving and tender, and definitely less tightly wound.
I can hold my side of any argument, but I have surely met my match in Grae Golden Miller.
Grae’s favorite things are: green, geckos, pj masks, super heroes, monster trucks, monsters, and small toy figures (which she calls “figguhs”).
Her favorite foods are soy-yogurt, oatmeal, quesadillas, chipotle, mac&pony (macaroni), ramen noodles at Grandi’s, and veggie straws.
She is a fan of ICED beverages – whether it’s water or apple juice or lemonade, she likes that sucker filled with ice and refuses to drink a sip if the ice has melted.
Sometimes she wakes me up at 2 or 3 in the morning to get her more ICE. :/
Grae climbs into my bed most nights, wraps her little arms around my neck and sleeps soundly until late morning. She wakes up with ferocious bedhead, demanding breakfast just as sure as the sun rises. From that moment on, we are on Grae’s time, man.
If Grae could spend her entire day making art, and she does mostly, she would be the happiest girl.
She is meticulous about coloring. She switches hands back and forth and is neatly ambidextrous.
She is the master of “I spy with my little eye”.
Grae is the most dazzling big sister to her little “Maj-uh.”
Major only ever wants to be where ‘Gigi’ is, doing what Gigi is doing, sitting next to where Gigi is sitting.
She sweetly pats his head, or strokes his back here and there. Sometimes offering him a reassuring “Oh, good boy, Maj.” or a “yeah Maj! You like that?”.
Grae has been a surprisingly sweet big sister to that baby boy.
Grae made up her mind that when she turned four, there would be no more screaming and crying for things.
For weeks leading up to turning four, she would tell me when she was four she wouldn’t scream or cry because she would be a big girl.
Not exactly sure where she got this in her head, but it stuck. Now that she’s four, I will gladly report she has made an effort to throw less fits. :D
She often reminds me of Daniel Tiger’s songs like “When you’re feeling frustrated – take a deep breath – and ask for help!” Although when I remind her of the songs when the roles are reversed, they don’t have quite as calming of an effect. ;)
My sweet Gigi has tried hard to wrap her head around the news of our dear “Auntie G” passing. She has tried to offer me words of encouragement and often reminds me that Auntie G is our angel. (She was also bothered we didn’t see Auntie G’s “wings” at her viewing… she is an angel now, afterall!)
It has bothered her how upset my mom has been and she’s hardly let Gram out of her sight. She never let go of her hand through the entire service, and she’s asked to call gram every morning since. She is such a bundle of light, I know she will help our family heal. Of course, her heart isn’t weighed down by the sadness us adults feel, so at times she has seemed insensitive and even inappropriate, we know her intent is always in the right place, bless our hearts. ;)
Gigi is also quite famous for her one-liners.
Recently on a family trailor trip, she instructed me to shut the door to the bathroom with, “I don’t need an audience!”
Another time last week as I was talking to her, she disgustingly looked at me and said “That doesn’t even make sense!”
We often talk about all the spicy things Grae does because mercy, she does.. But Grae is also just as sweet and loving as she is spunky. She is always offering a snuggle or love to someone, telling me she loves me hundreds of times a day, being tender with Major, and especially her dog Finn. (Grae is a little dog whisperer!)
So all in all, life with Grae is a wonderful wild ride, and we’re so lucky we’re the ones that get to be enjoying it.
Grae Golden Miller, you sure own us.
Our life is infinitely better with you in it.
I’m so glad you are four, my darling girl.
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Our sweet baby girl, (who would remind us she is NOT A BABY), turned four on March 26, 2018.
We are starting a fresh new year, in a fresh new (to us) house, with fresh new opportunity at our fingertips. It feels like a great way to be starting a new year.
I am a lover of goals, fresh starts, and clean canvases.
Some things we’re working on over in this neck of the woods:
Coming from a place of authenticity in all aspects of my life – motherhood, work, relationships. In my late twenties I am learning to finally rely on my own instinct, and trust my own opinion. Be okay with things the way I like them, even if no one else does. My own voice, style, path. Be myself completely and fully, coming from a place of love, and not letting insecurity drag any energy from that space.
Connecting more with each of my children in the way they best connect and feel loved. This looks different for all of them, and I hope to pay attention, especially as they grow, in the ways they want to connect with me. Harlo likes chatting late at night, Stella enjoys getting out and about with me, Grae loves my complete undivided attention, and Major loves extended rocks in the rocking chair before bed while I sing him his favorite songs, or a good wrestling sesh. I hope to love my children in the ways they receive love. Always!
One thing that 2017 presented me with as a new challenge is not having time for ME, my work, my passions. This past year motherhood consumed more of me than ever before. I have always been a worker-bee. I hit the ground running when I got my first job at 14, and balanced two to three jobs and a side hustle or two constantly as a teen and young adult. Working was the first thing I was good at, and motherhood was the second. I’ve had a balance of the two for all these years, and this past year it seemed to come crashing down. I had to hand over one for the other a lot, and that stressed me out. I mean, I spent maaaany nights crying myself to sleep while wrestling with God about what I should be doing with my life. I also learned, that that is my process… I hold onto every last ounce of my control before I have a meltdown and let go and let God, which I hope to be better and more gracious about walking forward. Sometime in the year though, I realized that this season was passing and wouldn’t last forever. There have been years of motherhood I’ve been stay-at-home 100% and others I’ve worked mostly from home full-time. This year needed me home a lot, and I’m grateful for the time, and for the simplicity it created for my life. I needed to learn that my worth is not equal to my productivity or how hard or much I work, and it’s okay to have those years of simplicity and service that motherhood so readily provides. Always always learning in this motherhood journey!
I’ve also been learning a lot about what gives me energy, and what drains me of energy. This has been such valuable information, and this year I hope to do more of what is LIFE GIVING to me, and be aware of what is draining me. Improving myself and evolving all the time.
New house, new year, but the same ol’ blossoming me.
Happy New Year!
♥ the mama
We had a very different, and very lovely Thanksgiving this year. Our families were traveling, and since we were only in our home for a few days, we decided to sit this holiday out and spend it together in our new home. I wrote this on Thanksgiving morning:
“As I am writing, it is Thanksgiving morning. I just love Thanksgiving. I woke up early and walked down to my brand new kitchen in my brand new home. I prepared my turkey(breast) and arranged my dishes. I turned Christmas Music on and opened up my back door to let in the crisp morning air. As my children gobbled up some yogurt, a hot air balloon flew just exactly over our backyard. It all seems almost too perfect.
This year I am feeling so particularly grateful and full of thanks. I am still in awe and wonder about the way my life has unfolded with my beautiful family I have been blessed with. It feels so sweet to be newly nestled into the home my children will grow up in. We are here! This stage of life has arrived, and it’s so sweet it puts a lump in my throat.
We have been on the receiving end of so much loving service, and I feel unworthy of such blessings. For us to be sitting in this house came after such an army of people offering us their time, skills, willingness to help us with so much. I am just feeling especially loved and grateful for all the angels I have surrounding me. I know that God uses us to bless each other, and I have felt so much of that in recent weeks.
I can’t wait to get my hands to work serving and giving back this holiday season, and today I am starting by making my family a home cooked meal in our new home!”
Of course we missed family, and our usual thanksgiving tradition of spending it at the family cabin with the Millers this year, but I must say that cooking 6 dishes alongside my two older girls in our newly unpacked kitchen had to make the list of my favorite Thankgivings to date. I looooove everything about Thanksgiving. The weather in St. George, the low-key vibe of the holiday, the cooking all day, the snacking all night. It’s just the best.
This year it was 75 degrees outside, so naturally we opted to eat on our outdoor picnic table. After dinner, we went and walked through our empty downtown cottage together as a family. It was a sweet way to end the day. We spent the rest of the holiday weekend getting settled into our new house. I think we’ll be “settling” for quite some time here, but it just feel so good to be here at HOME.
Definitely a year to remember.
I stand by my convictions that Halloween is the busiest day of the year for any mother in america.
Up at 6:30 curling hair, doing full makeup on my 7 and 8 year olds, head to-to-toe attire on the babies, getting myself festive and ready – all to be out the door by 8:45am for the school parade — and that makes perfect sense since we will be up hours past bedtime eating candy later… who thought of the halloween schedule? Whoooo???
This year I got smart and did my traditional dinner the night before Halloween. Because adding cooking to the crazy has got ta go. Plus everyone we knew invited us over for their traditional Halloween supper, so it totally worked out.
BUT, with all that said, I can’t hate Halloween. I’m over it, sure.. but I have to love it every single year. That minute I line my kids up on the bench to snap their photo. Heart burst to the fullest. I love planting seeds of magic into my children’s childhood, and Halloween is such a sure-fire way to do that. It’s busy for mama, but worth it every minute seeing those smiling faces on a crisp and cozy fall night.
Like every other year, my kids needed no convincing for their costumes. Harlo has wanted to be Evie since last Halloween when I sort of nudged her to be Taylor Swift. ;) Grae has been convinced about being “Super Gecko” for weeks now, and so that only left Stella to toss Major in with. We considered Moana and Maui, but landed on a cheerleader and football player which seemed to fit oh-so-perfectly. Not my most creative Halloween, but just as sweet as the rest!
Brady tossed on my old glasses and kept his work shirt on to complete the “computer nerd” look, and I quickly tossed on a witch hat to be a little festive. Our costumes were an after-thought this year. ha! Next year!
Glad it happened, glad it’s over. Cleaning up my house from Halloween decor feels SOOOO good, I’m not even tempted to bust out Christmas yet. :P Glad to have a few weeks.
Next up – my favorite holiday! Thanksgiiiiivvvviiiinnnngggg… Now that is a calm holiday I can get behind. ;)
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