Monthly Archive: August 2017

Mama Bird

We have all seen the Luv’s commercials depicting the “first kid” vs. the “second kid”. The first time mom. The exceptionally, overly prepared Mama, fretting and worrying about every germ and sickness imaginable. The...

Hope

Something I am very open about: being a Mama is my dream come true. I have never had a doubt in my mind that I was meant to be a Mom. I would definitely...

Pancake Saturday

Pancake Saturday. It’s totally a thing. At least, in our house it is. I get up early because well, duh; I have a tiny human. The alarm/baby monitor usually goes off around 7:30 at...

Ode To My Giant

He drives me insane. Sometimes, he says something, and I think you can literally see the, “WTF?!?!?!” symbols, floating above my head like I’m some kind of cartoon character. I stare at him with...

Sweaty Curls

My tiny human was born in the winter. Not just the winter. He was born during an ice storm. An ice storm that actually caused an epic power outage for a large portion of...