Hi All! I know it's been a long time again since my last post. I've actually been working on some really great content lately. I haven't been able to post anything yet because my darling techie of a hubby is helping me redesign and relaunch my site! It's going to be super gorgeous when it's all
...It reminds me that I have so much to be happy about, no matter what I have going on in my life. And that I have to make the choice to be happy instead of choosing to let those bad moods rule me. And keep choosing to be happy. Every day. Over and over again.
If you are a parent, you KNOW how fast your house can get cluttered with toys. Also, why is it they have ALLLL these toys, but don't seem to actually play with them, but just drag them out and leave them? Or is that just my kid? So far, my best attempt at keeping the toy
Unless you've been living under a rock since 2009, the term "Life Hack" is all over social media. Some are legitimate, some are... more work than the task you're trying to avoid. I'd like to share some of the life hacks I've come up with as a new mom.
So, I might have mentioned before that my day job is in banking. This by no means makes me any type of financial expert. Sometimes my bills get paid late, and I make impulse purchases a little more often than I'd like to admit. But, I've been working on ideas to beef up our savings
Birth Plans are...okay. By all means, write one out. Put down the things you want to happen, and list the things you don't want to happen. Now take that paper. Crumple it up. Set it on fire. Then stomp (or cry) on the ashes.
Like I said, this momma's BEAT! What adventures did you go on this weekend? What was your favorite thing to take your kids to do when they were toddlers? Seriously I need pointers. Kiddo is about 17 months old, and loves going on these adventures, but gets so frustrated when she can't do it all! Leave me some love in the comments!
But in order to do that, I had to confront that swimsuit shoved in the back of my closet. I squeezed myself into my least despised tankini. I didn’t peek in the mirror right away. I didn’t want to look. I could already tell by the amount of trouble I had in putting on my suit that I was going to look like a busted can of biscuits. Finally though, I worked up the courage and caught a glimpse.
Mothers are such a strange mixture of infinite strength and boundless vulnerability. We grow and carry and nurture a life within our own body for 40 long weeks, suffering through aches and pains and complications. We give birth, a miracle in itself. We can function on no sleep, breastfeed even when it’s agony. We feed them a bottle and bear the weight of mountainous guilt for things not going according to plan. We soldier on through the “baby blues” and postpartum depression and every shade of emotional turmoil in between, caring for our babies, our families, and ourselves as best we can.