Hello again! I would like to talk a little about my experience with a VBAC. A VBAC is a vaginal birth after cesarean. My first daughter was breech and had low amniotic fluid. I was scheduled for a c-section and was totally fine with that. Read more
First thing’s first. I LOVE my kids. LOVE them. Like run into a burning building, take a bullet for, sacrifice my life for, LOVE my children. But that doesn’t mean I like them all the time. Read more
I’m a small town mom who lives in the country on 20 beautiful acres with a creek that runs through it. I’m outside with my two boys (ages 3 and 4) for the better part of most days. Read more
Have you ever been in an energy crisis before? I hadn’t… until last week! A virus had half our family down and I just. Couldn’t.
Gin & I got off task the other night during a business meeting. (DID YOU KNOW WE ARE IN BUSINESS??! More on that later!). We were talking about why we were so tired. Gin has a legit reason to crave those zzz’s- a sweet boy waking every 2-3 hours! Read more
The Japanese Maple
A kindred soul, one of the most beautiful people you would ever meet, gifted me a gorgeous Japanese Maple for my shower gift when my son was about to be born, over 6 years ago.
This thoughtful gift was right up my alley. No amount of diapers would have been as cool as this gift.
As I sip on my delightful glass of wine, exhausted and overwhelmed with life, I start to realize the majority of things I am exhausted and overwhelmed by I have totally brought on myself. I’m not talking about the givens like..work, care for my children, feed the family, pay bills, and keep a somewhat put together house (I’m really bad at that last part). It’s the extra, not necessary stuff I keep adding to my plate. That first world problem kinda crap. Projects, remodels, new business, gymnastics lessons, special events, etc. Read more
I’m pretty sure my son thinks the ground is hot lava. We’re on day “who the hell knows” of “don’t you dare set me down Mom!”. While my arms are looking pretty toned now, my exhaustion is on the rise.
My teething mama’s boy, who is entering the separation anxiety stage of infant life, makes for a stage five clinger barnacle baby. So my days are filled with a mix of the following: Read more
Life is good. Life is full. We work. We play. It all needs to happen. But then we need to give more. And more. What gives? Something has to give.
I remember when, I remember I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that place. Even when your emotions have an echo in so much space…