A Bitsy box for teething babes

What’s worse than a teething baby?

Not much.

Actually, there are a lot of things worse than that, but I have to make light of it somehow.

Because teething isn’t fun. I struggle with it a lot…

I can’t even imagine how Charlie feels. 🤔 ha ha.

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Oh, how time flies

I still remember the raw emotions.

Excitement, fear, worry, happiness, joy.

I still remember praying endlessly the entire 17 hours before they said “it’s time to do this.”

And then the following 4 hours of pushing.

And then the hour in the operating room.

And then the most pleading prayer of my life when you didn’t cry.

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Embracing your Mom-bod

I recently read somewhere to have a swimsuit body, you 1. Have a body, and 2. Put a swimsuit on it.

I love that. I also love this—Who needs a beach bod when you can have a mom bod?

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To the lucky lady who marries my son.

To the lucky lady who marries my son,

Today is your wedding day, the day you marry the man I raised.

This is so hard for me to write and I’m not sure why.

Possibly because I’m currently swiping the hair off his forehead as he lays here sleeping.

He’s currently my 21 month old little boy.

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From one sleep deprived Mama to another.

From one sleep deprived Mama to another.

It will be okay.

It might not seem like it now, since you’ve been up all night with the babe and now the toddler is up at 7:15am, but trust me, you’re strong and you will get through this day.

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