Story teller. Child wrangler. Mental health advocate and warrior. Staunch practitioner of sarcasm. Finding joy.
My dearest #3, In just a few short days you will be turning five. This year, your birthday is hitting me hard. Harder than any other birthday, any other year. I am not sure why. I don't know where your infant or toddler years went. I remember telling myself to be present with your tiny…
Continue reading ➞ Another {real} Love Letter
When you have kids things tend to break. Shocking, I know. Our furniture is outdated and overused, but I cannot bring myself to replace it at this juncture in life. I am one hundred and twenty percent sure that one of our five munchkins will mark up anything new with sharpies, scissors or glittery glue.…
Continue reading ➞ Light It Up
There have been quite a few changes to baby items since I had my first nearly a decade ago. During that time, several gimmicks have hit the market. I have been conned into believing I needed some of the most overrated items. So, what is a seasoned momma to do when she realizes she has…
Continue reading ➞ Baby Registry Rip-offs
*WARNING: The following contains controversial topics of conversation. Proceed at own risk of being offended. There are many different parenting styles, philosophies on child-rearing and all kinds of moms out there: crunchy, attachment, helicopter, working outside the home, stay at home, breast-feeding, bottle-feeding, Pinterest-y, Pinterest failing , pro-vacciners and anti-vaxxers...the list goes on. We seem to…
**The following blog post is rated PG-13. Reader discretion advised** You know that feeling where life is flowing as smoothly as a baby's behind and just keeps going that way? Yea, me neither. For years I have been plagued by a shithead who insists that plans and budgets are for suckers. His name: Irony. We have…
Continue reading ➞ Irony is a {*}itch.
My definition of 'clean' has changed over the years. There was a time where I would have thought 'clean' meant clean. Now, I define it as: "an area where you can see some carpet and most of the trash is in a can" Case and point: this past weekend my kids took a container of sprinkles and…
Continue reading ➞ Balancing Act
**In order to enjoy this blog, please read in your {friendly} sarcastic voice** Once you decide to reproduce, you are now opening yourself up to constant judgement and ridicule and incessant questions about how many little wonders {gremlins} you will be gracing {burdening} the world's presence with. You learn a lot about society's statutes on family…
Continue reading ➞ Are you done yet?
I love my kids. A lot. Dare I say "too much" {if that's a thing}. I am amazed by all of their sweet little features. I am in awe of their beautiful personalities. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for them. I want to give them the world. {insert favorite cliches regarding motherhood here}. A few…
Continue reading ➞ Hatchamable-gate
I was recently introduced to Lularoe. When it started I just wanted to help a friend earn some rewards at a party. I thought, "I like leggings so I'll just get a pair to wear around the house." And ERMAGHERD...obsessed. Now, if you are anti-Lularoe, I lost you already. But, hang with me, if you…
Continue reading ➞ The New Mullet
