He’s a growin’ boy

Wilder Bedgood is not a small baby and after today he’s certain to be even bigger. Growth spurt.
When he goes through a growth spurt it’s like Shark Week. It feels like he’s coming at me constantly like a barracuda. My mind knows this is a wonderful thing. My heart is happy to see him growing and thriving … But, my body kinda begs for mercy and certain unmentionables on this breastfeeding momma might even be screaming nooooo when he starts to root.
When I first heard other moms talking about growth spurts I was a little scared. I couldn’t help but picture myself chained to a rocking chair while my husband fed me to ensure I stayed nourished and hydrated. I toyed with the idea of getting one of those helmets with the straw and replacing the beer with water. (I still might.)
But, this growth spurt deal isn’t as rough as I’d imagined and I am grateful for a baby that likes to eat and hope I can keep up. And I’m super thankful for an iPhone to occupy my time, lanolin and a comfy rocking chair.

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About Amanda Jean Elliott

I am a joyful believer in Jesus Christ, a mother, a sister, a writer, a maker of gluten free roux and a style editor. I love my son Wilder and the wild life that comes with a 4-year-old who has the energy of a pack of wolves. I also love naps (a lot). I love to cook and create my favorite dishes without gluten not because I'm trendy and anti-gluten so much as it makes me feel like I've been run over by a pack of wolves. I teach 5th and 6th grade girls Sunday School and have a classroom of the greatest girls I could imagine. Girls who often teach me more than I teach them. I believe these girls and many others are the spark to start a fire for The Lord the likes of which this world has never seen. I see more and more girls learning about more than just who God is ... but, learning about who God says THEY are. It is my prayer for every woman to know without doubt that we have a good good Father in heaven and whatever is not right on this earth, He will make right in this life or the next.
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