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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Flowing with liquid gold.

Nine months.

That’s how long my body produced milk after our son was born. And that nine months was a struggle to say the least. I tried nursing tea and power pumping, no luck. Continue reading

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

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

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

I’m in a rut.

I feel like I haven’t written in ages.

It has been 24 days.

Here I am, still not having anything to write but feeling confident that as I sit here, typing, the words will just come. I’m going to take a stab and say I’m in a writing rut.

And quite possibly at the same time…a momma rut. Or a life rut. Continue reading