Mama Wolfé.

When Beau was around 3 months old like all babies, his eyes were going through color changes from a murky blue to a lighter blue and even darker. Our family and friends had bets on whether his eyes would be blue or green, I put in my bets for blue but never would I ever have guessed in such a way! Between 5 and 8 months old his eyes were changing again, getting darker like a brown and we were all pretty surprised since none of the kids nor Garrett or I have brown eyes. The only brown eyed person that we know of on either sides of our immediate family is Garrett’s estranged sister so it was even more of a surprise!

It was around this time that we knew that our tiniest cub started showing some sight problems when reaching for things or even leaning in to kiss him, after preforming some home tests I came to the conclusion that he is partially blind in his left eye, a devastation to some families but I truly believe that with all of the praying, meditating, healing and blessing that I had been doing throughout my entire pregnancy, I’d been given this little gift of a child who was partially blind to the real world because he was given insight into the astral world. Now, you can call me crazy, a nut bag or whatever you want but I can just feel the energy from this happy bubbly child!

I began insisting that his left eye was changing, it was different than the other one but no one would believe me and say that it was the position of light he was in or say that it’s all in my head and that I’m not seeing right but I just knew it, I did. One day when he woke up sometime last month his two supposedly ‘brown eyes’ had changed, the left eye had turned a majority of a blue shade. I shrieked when seeing him that morning in his crib, partly in disbelief and partly because I told EVERYONE so, I had to check him for a fever but nothing had been wrong, he was happy as ever that morning. I kissed his juicy cheek repeatedly and ran around the house with Beau in my arms showing everyone, especially those that doubted me that his eye was indeed different after all!!!!! Of course that parade was followed by grim looks and insisting that he needed to go to the hospital but no way would I go! He was and is absolutely fine but that didn’t stop those from saying

“Rebekkah he should go to emergency just to get checked out once”

“Let me guess, because once again you know him better than I do?” I said with a beaming smile on my face, proud of my dead-right mother’s intuition.

I walked into the livingroom after I was all done to see my two handsome sweetest loves on the couch sunken into a deep nap. It looked so cozy, made me want almost jump in but I thought it would’ve made a better photo and memory instead haha. The second I took the photo, it made me think about how much it takes to make a marriage work through the good and the bad, parent 8 children from newborn into adulthood (and try to survive it through other people telling you how to raise your children!), work all day and night to provide for your family who don’t seem to have any idea how tiresome that is, just to see the smiles on their faces, to manage (or at least half assed) having friendships and still somehow manage to make 5 minutes of alone time for yourself.

We do all of these things and still find our way back to each other in the evening of the night to hold each other and relight the torch to make it burn stronger, as we whisper sweet nothings into one anothers ear. Garrett stands in the sun all day long, on the roads driving to all different kinds of places yet he always finds his way back to the kids and I. I feel like I don’t really appreciate him as much as I should on the blog! He’s everything I pray for!

Take time out and thank yourself, treat yourself and/or your significant other! Your family can’t do it without you and nobody can do it better for your family than YOU! Remember that ♥ I have a recipe post coming up very soon that I think you’ll all enjoy lots!

Hope your winter is going well! 

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Garrett, my dear husband, motivated me not to give up and started me off with the basics of his morning daily routine of jogging at 5 am in the morning. When I first started running, I only made it to the end of the driveway before feeling as if I was slipping into a heart attack. It was brutal for the first two weeks but slowly became easier and more bearable for me. I exercised without a single man-made exercising machine in the comfort of the forest trail near by and the backyard at home. I felt so hopeless, I looked into the mirror everyday and didn’t see any progress until Garrett took a photo of my body and compared it with a photo that was taken just a week before my wellness journey and sure enough I seen it! All my blood, sweat and tears of hard work! Slowly but surely I noticed differences and I felt so amazing. They were only minor differences but I did it! I was toning my body and firming up. During the summer we started going as a family out into the scorching heat and running our butts off, it motivated me further. Who knew? My cooky-rambunctious family would empower me further.

I cut the length of my hair, my sweet Apple and I. As a representation that regardless of how I end up, like hair, I can always grow back to the strong individual that I am. 

And so can you!

The night before I always cook our Easter dinner so that way when we come home after attending Easter church service, where they had service followed by a play and an Easter egg hunt, we could come home later in the evening and strip down to our comfy clothes (or stay in our fancy clothes, depending on the mood) and dig in to eat! I’m known for my pies generally so I made a few Apple Tart pies to take to church, give to a few people and then one for us at home. The food preparations were all set and ready to go and all we had to do was get dressed and rock the day! I was so excited and set, you have no clue, I had made sure everyone’s clothes were out. I bought a new Easter dress and matching clothes for us all. The next morning was way more hectic than I had imagined. I timed everything all wrong, church started at 10am in the morning so I thought that if we woke up at 7:30am we’d be on-time since everyone had baths and showers the night before plus their hair all washed, clothes out as well. Oh boy, was I wrong.. We actually should have woken up at 6am on the dot and we possibly could’ve been walking through the doors at 10am.. or 10:15am. 

I woke up and the house was so noisy, everyone talking loudly, laughter roaring through our hollow built house.. I could hear pots and pans banging together in the kitchen. What time was it? I had to check my clock, the sunlight was greatly shining it’s beautiful morning rays into the bedroom and the bed  was empty besides the baby who was still somehow fast asleep through all of this madness. I had to check if he was breathing, a habit of mine, and then woke him up to get fed and changed as I looked over at the clock on the sideboard, still groggy from general tiredness and wiped my eyes out to re-read that again. 8:58am?! Ohhh no no noo, that’s crazy! I wouldn’t have time to make breakfast, brush my teeth, brush the littles’ teeth, comb my hair and the kids’, and get us all dressed and sitting in church by 10am! Argh, optimistic Rebekkah, stay optimistic. Right, I told myself I had this under control. 9:03am and a cranky baby who was woken up. Oh my goodness, move your tush!!

I slid out of bed in a long grey tshirt that belonged to my husband and looked down at myself, my breast area was all wet and soaked from going too long without feeding Beau, who has a mean sleep game and could sleep a whole day without waking to eat at all. Ugh, I was getting annoyed already at the fact that the house was awake like it was nearly lunch time and no one decided to wake me on the one day that I was speaking of all week long..(queue the stare at my soaked shirt).. not even the baby. 

Time to get to business.  I pulled the shirt off and lifted the fussy baby onto my breast, grabbed my life-saving Solly Baby Wrap, put it on and snuck into the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face and attempt my hair all the while breastfeeding before I was whirled into whatever mess they’d made of my lovely house.

I did as much as I possibly could for my hair and ‘makeup’ in such a small time frame, if you consider just a bit of eye makeup something, I went back into the bedroom to put on a little house dress and carried Beau into the front of the house with me where I couldn’t believe my eyes at what I saw; Oisin and Jozef sitting on the couch laid back in their pjs laughing and talking while waving their hands about, the back door wide open and Apple, Oak and Sunshine were out in the backyard playing in mud which I knew by the muddy footprints on the patio, Aoife playing with her baby doll and changing it’s diaper, Liam and Garrett were no where to be found and the kitchen was a mess that looked like it was half-ass cleaned. I looked up at the stove. 9:32am.

“WHAT on EARTH is going on?!” I said in a fuming voice.

It took us about an hour and a half to get ready and into the car. The triplets had to take baths all over again, Garrett and Liam went out to get a fresh fruit salad... a fruit salad?! Forget breakfast at this point, I was full on agitation and felt like no one was helping to be productive. I think Zef took notice, he helped get the triplet bathed and into clothes (though not without a few tantrums from Apple) while Garrett and Liam showered from their run. I quickly put up the girls’ hair and combed through Liam’s and Oak’s. After quickly assuring that everyone looked at least semi-decent and putting the baby in his carseat, we piled into the SUV and off to church we went. It was 11:15am by the time we walked into the church doors, it was so crowded and there were people standing up to see the tail end of the play. We snuck into the back hoping that no one would notice us but we pretty much stood out and Sunshine was crying because she dropped a little flower she was holding but to be honest, the kids were all just hungry and we just had no time. It was all over within a few minutes and then the Easter egg hunt started and I had no choice but to allow them to eat a few of the treats in the egg because they hadn’t really eaten anything.

Later we walked up to the poppyfields that weren’t far from the church at all, with the tripod and camera to take some photos. Garrett insisted that we use a tripod instead of asking someone else to take them. It took sooo many tries to get one alright looking picture because it was either, no one looking at the camera, someone blinking, crying, talking, playing or all of the above. We were all hot and hungry so we grabbed a few more shots as best as we could and called it quits! Went home and ate every last bit of the food that I cooked up.