Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart. Like why are we here? And where do we go?And how come it’s so hard?It’s not always easy, and sometimes life can be deceiving I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together. – Jack Johnson When I sat …
How to Make Sure that Your Kid Doesn’t Grow Up to be a Self-Entitled Asshole.
During a recent vacation with my family, we had an experience at the resort pool that really made me sit down and think about what we can do as parents to make sure that our kids don’t grow up to be self-entitled assholes. That’s right. I referred to kids as assholes. They can absolutely be …
“Post” Traumatic Stress
I can’t post this. Why am I making those horrible faces? Every time I bend down, you can see my stomach pooch out. Jesus take the wheel, I have the worst bags under my eyes. How am I supposed to post this when my form isn’t on point? The armpit fat. Always the armpit fat. …
Birth Story Part 2: Charlotte Jean
After my experience giving birth to my son, you’d think I’d be nuts to want to go through it again. Check out Jaxon’s Birth Story to see what I mean. I won’t lie- I was terrified. Everyone tried convincing me to just schedule a C-Section so that it wouldn’t happen again. Could it happen again? …
Birth Story Part 1: Jaxon Samuel
For so long, I’ve wanted to sit down and finally put my birth stories on paper. I love snuggling with my babies and telling them how they both came into this world in such dramatic and special ways. I can’t wait to share these stories with all of you in hopes that other moms and …
Sizzlin’ Summer Beach Reads
Hands down, one of my favorite things on this planet is reading. It’s in my blood, it calms me down, it’s my stress relief. There isn’t anything quite like curling up with a blanket, some coffee, a thunderstorm, and a good book. I am so excited to share some of my favorite reads so far …
No, I’m Not Okay.
Why am I not able to transfer what’s going on in my head into words? It’s because I want this to be perfect. If the baby wasn’t crying and asking to get up on my lap for the hundredth time today, and the four year old still took a nap, and I didn’t have three …