To my son, on the day you met your sister.

This day has been on my mind since the day I found out about her. YOU were the first thing on my mind.

The day you would no longer be the baby, even though you’ll always be my baby. Continue reading

Hospital bag essentials

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With baby number two, I’m a hospital bag pro.

I totally am kidding, but I do have a few essential items that I believe should be in your bag, for baby and for you.

Being overly prepared is my thing. I had a big bag packed for Z and I when he was born. I used probably 10% of the things in there. This time—I’m only packing essentials.

And I have this bag packed 21 days before my c-section date…because you seriously never know. (And oh my goodness…21 DAYS!!!!!!!!) Continue reading

Farmhouse style with Mikasa

With our recent move from the city to the country, farmhouse style is definitely my thing (well, it always has been…but now it can actually be possible!) Rustic and simple. Crisp and clean. Earthy and calming. Continue reading

34 weeks pregnant; the honest truth

One of my goals for 2018 is to be more real, open and transparent.

I decided, and I have no clue why, to keep track (for one day!) of all the lovely things that go on when you’re 34 weeks pregnant. I’m sure it’d be funnier if I was 38 weeks pregnant and blogging about this–but 34 weeks will suffice.

Remember…this is raw, honest and real. I hope you laugh as much as I do, and cry a lot less. Continue reading

Mama Nourishment

They say each pregnancy is different.

True that.

This second one doesn’t come close to comparing to the easiness of the first one. So I’m figuring out different ways to relax, pamper myself and take it easy.

And at the same time, laughing at myself because “take it easy” is a joke with a 18 month old running around while packing up our home and moving.

But I wouldn’t trade any of it.

Well…maybe the swollen feet, heartburn and back pain.

So I may have just found the best mom-treat. Continue reading

I have become ‘that mom’

When I first started “planning” my motherhood journey as an adult, I swore to myself I would never become ‘that mom’ that did different things to get her child to listen, obey or stop crying! Continue reading

When my plan differs from God’s plan.

I knew we wouldn’t live here forever, but I was hoping for at least five years.

I was also hoping for our kids to be two years apart in age, but we all know that didn’t happen.

And I was even hoping we’d be living in a warm, sunny place (aka: Florida) but I believe that didn’t work out because we are meant to be here, in the mitten. Continue reading