Can I be completely honest here? I am beyond terrified of what is to come in the coming days. I’m not talking about the huge responsibility of raising three hood rats, 3 years old and under. I’m not talking about the constant crying, challenging feedings or sleepless nights newborns graciously come...
Yesterday started off as the Monday-ist of Mondays. 3-year old’s feet asleep as he woke up. Lay him down on his “B” (blanket). Drag him to living room Alaskan Dog Sled style. Out of chocolate syrup = no chocolate milk = WWIII. Coffee brewed without my son’s supervision = WWIV. Make...
I’ve been asked a few times recently how I’m able to manage successful-ish mini photo sessions of my 3 and 2 year old. First off, I am not an expert or professional photographer. I am simply a mom who inherited a really nice camera when I got married 5 years ago. My...
Week 32 pregs Started prenatal yoga. I’ve never taken a yoga class before in my life, but I really need zen. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. Is zen even a verb? I enjoyed class, but am totally the old fart there. I am the only person in class not...
A couple weeks ago, I shared a picture of Luke and Eden hugging to my Instagram account. I captioned it: “Growing up an only child, I never knew what it was like to love a sibling. THIS is everything.” The picture really had me thinking about my somewhat unique situation....
When I was pregnant with my second child, I wrote about the difference between being pregnant the second time around. Baby #1 vs. Baby #2 was one of my favorite posts to write. However, I’m quickly learning that was nothing…I mean, NOTHING compared to being pregnant with #3. Baby #1: Reading every...
