life with a toddler: happy meals

Remy is quite the goofball. She’s very serious for about half of the day, and for the other half, she gets into the goofiest moods. Like most babies, she’s also silly when she shows off. That is becoming much more frequent these days.

I’m sure that you would’ve guessed just by looking at her, but she loves to eat. At mealtime, I put her into her high chair (that was gifted to us from grandma), put her food onto her tray that I’ve cut into small pieces, and let her do her thing. I do spy on her from around the corner just to make sure that she doesn’t choke on her food.

Remy prefers to feed herself, and she eats better when I’m not around. When I am there, or when she’s finished, she likes to play. Play with her food, play with her sippy cup, play with my hands. She talks and squeals and tips her head.

I love these moments with her. She’s satisfied, content, and loved, and I feel as if she’s trying to show me that. There’s nothing better than a happy child.

This is our life with a toddler. My heart is so full.

<3

Emory

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6 Comments

  1. Beautiful photos!

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  2. I love that little serious baby face! My daughter has some super intense eyebrows and she scares me with her mean mugs sometimes haha

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    • HA! She has perfected her serious face. We actually have a nickname for it. It’s cute now, but it might not be as cute when she’s a teenager! ;-)

      Thank you for the comment!!

      <3<3

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      • When our daughter does it we call it “resting baby face” haha! And yes it totally scares me to think of what this turns into when they are teenagers :)

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  • Hello, friends. My name is Emory. I live on the Canadian prairies with my husband, daughter, and animals. Welcome!
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  • Thank you to all those who liked, commented, and sent me messages yesterday. I am overwhelmed by your love. I would like to share one more thing. Since 2013, I have used my blog as a creative outlet and my Instagram account as my diary. I feel it’s a much better platform to reach out to others, and to be more truthful (if we dare). I try to only follow those who don’t always show the ups and highs of their “perfect” lives. While I think that the more popular, beige square, ad-infused, California chic, glam mother accounts are beautiful, I also find them to be depressing and unoriginal. A miscarriage is real. It is nothing to be ashamed of. If you don’t choose to discuss yours, that’s totally fine! I needed to share mine in order to begin my grieving and healing process. I am now a mother to two children. This is something that I did not want to, nor will I ever hide. Yes, our second child came much too early and did not survive, but that does not make his/her life any less worthy. Our baby was alive at one time. Our baby has a soul. Now, our baby has a name and will forever be part of our family. We are a family of four- three on earth and one angel in heaven. So, thanks again all. Sadness. What a difference a year can make. Last holiday season, Remy turned 10 months old. She had just gotten her first two teeth, and on Christmas morning, had learned to crawl. This year, we are mourning the loss of our second child. I suffered a miscarriage this week, and it has left a deep void in our family. This was going to be our Christmas card where we revealed to friends and family our joyous secret. Now, it remains one of our only photos as a family of four. Because of this, I want to share it with the world. Give your children an extra hug and kiss for me tonight. You are so blessed to have them. All my love, Emory.
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