Cleaning in my household is a never-ending exercise in futility. I pick up one bin of toys, they raid my tupperware drawer. I vacuum my carpet, the Lord sends my kids the crumbliest crackers on this green earth. Oh, and of course laundry. Do you really need a cheesy joke about a pointless broken pencil? I’ll spare you. Needless to say, however, it has to get done.
If you came here for a laundry list of the top five best strollers for your newborn according to popularity, price, and safety ratings, I hate to disappoint you but stop reading now. Continue reading “What I Wish I Would’ve Known About Being a Newborn’s Mom”
One week later and I feel like we are still trying to wind down from the most exhausting, exciting, truly amazing trip to Disneyland! Continue reading “Our Disneyland Trip 2018”
Dating is not my forte. I found, dated, and married the most incredible man I’ve ever come to meet, but that was by nothing short of a miracle… And maybe a very well timed fraternity party. Regardless, the dating game is rough and I was pretty thrilled when I left it behind me forever the day I married that said “incredible man”.
Or so I thought.
Continue reading “Dates Vs Play Dates: A Mom’s Point of View”
We finally get new pictures on our walls! Not that I’m not completely infatuated with the chunky, bald eight-month-old that stares at me from our fireplace mantle, but I just don’t know who that baby is anymore. I can tell you that she is definitely not the rambunctious two-year-old I have running around, dumping toys, and screaming “DANCE PARTY MAMA” every morning at 7AM (although I’m infatuated with that little girl, too). Even our sweet, equally energetic five-year-old looks so much younger when comparing last year’s photos to these- albeit much less drastic, but the little hints of boyhood come through more each year, and it gets harder and harder to remember he was a toddler a few short years ago.
It begins. I can hear my two year old screaming down the hall for me. Good thing we bought her that alarm clock that turns green at 6:45 a.m. to tell her it’s okay to wake up. I mean, she does stay in bed (so mission technically accomplished), but only so she can scream “Mommmm, it’s not green yet!” repeatedly for 15 minutes until it is, in fact, green. My five year old remains completely asleep and unphased by her screaming. God bless that boy. Let’s start the day.
Now, I’m no veteran in marriage. Three measley years is pretty darn elementary even in the smallest of comparisons. In fact, if we were comparing it to human lives here, my marriage would (probably) just have learned to use the potty– which someone please tell my two year old that by the way. Continue reading “When He Stops Buying You Flowers…”