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”
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…”
What is motherhood like? You try to tell all the soon-to-be-mom’s just what to expect. Messy. Beautiful. Wonderful. Crazy. Chaotic. Hard. What’s an antonym for glamorous? Yea, that. But there’s really no word better than bittersweet.
Put down your proverbial pitchforks. I get this is the land of social media and not everyone knows me personally, but if you did (or if you do), you would know the unwavering love I have for my stepson. He was my whole life before I had my daughter, and now they are my whole life. Point blank.
So, great… She loves her stepchild, tell me again why we’re here then? Why would anyone say you shouldn’t love your stepchild? Well, anyone with a heart, anyway… Continue reading “Why You Should Never Love Your Stepchild”