Here Comes Peter Cottontail | Free DIY Easter Printables

One of my favorite childhood memories is my mom’s enthusiasm for every holiday. She. did. not. discriminate. From the New Years Day to New Years Eve, and every holiday in between, she celebrated them all and very well at that! I will always remember her Easter morning giddiness and the attention she put into all those holidays that brought us joy. One thing I always remember this time of year are the Easter bunny footprints she put throughout the house leading to our Easter baskets! I knew I had to share this fun memory with Thomas. To be fair, I did see these in the dollar section at Target this morning (of course just a mere hours after I spent the time to cut out my own). But if you are a DIY-er at heart, then this is for you! They are easy-peasy and quick.

Easter Bunny Footprints (pink) | Easter Bunny Footprints (blue)

Easter Bunny Footprint Download Free Printable | Victoria Austin
Free DIY Easter Printables | Victoria Austin
Free DIY Easter Printables | Victoria Austin

And to compete the wonder of Easter season… a little bunny peaking over my boy’s crib! This was another easy-peasy print + cut idea that brings so much joy to his sweet nursery!

“Peaking” Bunny Print

Free DIY Easter Printables | Victoria Austin
Free DIY Easter Printables | Victoria Austin
Free DIY Easter Printables | Victoria Austin

Be sure to follow @victoriaaustindesigns on Instagram to see how these look in our real world! And don’t forget to tag me on Instagram if you use any of these for your little ones!
Happy Easter! xo, Tori

A New Mindset | Motherhood

Happy 2019! I say that with a large exhale, a sigh of relief. 2018 was great in SO many ways. Full of firsts for Thomas and exciting moments as he grew and changed tremendously. It also had a lot of tears, a lot of growing pains and many weak moments. It wasn’t until Thomas was almost a year old that I knew deep down how I felt wasn’t “right”. I couldn’t put my finger on it most days, though. Was I sad? Not exactly. Frustrated? Kind of. Tired? Definitely! Unmotivated? YES! I felt heavy, the hours got longer and harder. And with each passing day I remember praying and asking God for some relief. (Which usually came in the form of my husband doing more than overtime). I just wanted Thomas to sleep better, be happier, more content… why did it feel like he was always so fussy? These questions and pleas repeated in my head every single day. I remember the day that I decided that I did not want to feel like that anymore. I remember saying to my husband “I know motherhood is hard - but it definitely shouldn’t feel like this. And if it is ‘suppose to’, then I am changing that”.

Sure enough - this was my own personal brand of Postpartum Depression. I say my own because I believe no two mothers have the same story and symptoms. The idea that I may have PPD had crossed my mind many times, but I thought no, not me, how could that be? Because I love Thomas, my husband, our life, etc. I have everything I always prayed for and its not like I was laying in bed all day crying. But I quickly learned how out of whack my hormones were, and how the different aspects of becoming a mother had affected my body and my mind. It was completely out of my hands and my only regret today is that I didn’t acknowledge the symptoms earlier. It’s easy to think “this is normal, you just had a baby for crying out loud”. But it isn’t always normal. And who knows what “normal” is anyways?
When I finally tackled the elephant in the room… the weight was almost immediately lifted. It wasn’t a 24-hour fix by any means but just coming clean with myself and my husband made all the difference. The phase that came after, and still lingers for me almost 6 months later, is the most annoying of all. My dialogue, my hyperawareness of my mental state, and my need to apologize or to explain it. After all, I am writing it here, too. I felt like I had to quickly admit to friends and say things like “I know I’ve been so distracted and a mess, I’m having a hard time”, “Thomas has knocked me on my ass”, “It’s been so hard on me “, etc. I think it is VERY important to acknowledge it and not ignore or hide it when it is time to deal with something hard. But at what point does it take on a life of it’s own?

As 2019 starts, I want a new mindset. I don’t want to linger in that phase any longer! I want to shine more light on the positive moments and days. Our thoughts can really consume us, they are rolling and before you know it, one bad day turns into a bad week, a bad month and a bad year. Yuck! I think (for me), talking about the hard stuff and the bad days, like innocent venting, begins to amplify it. I don’t intend to fake it or lie, but hope to minimize these conversations that quickly turn to complaining. We are all riding similar rollercoasters, some go a little higher, and some a little deeper, some faster and some even break down. But they all kinda look the same at different points, so the easiest thing we can do is say how much fun it is, instead of how scary.

So, there is my new mindset. I am thankful I can be vulnerable and owe that to my amazing support system. I don’t have much advice - except to OWN your own happiness. If something doesn’t feel right (even if you don’t have any “tangible” reasons)… change something. Open up to loved ones or your OB.

xoxo, Tori