The Ups, The Downs, and Everything in Between
It’s the weekend! It definitely doesn’t mean what it used to. For us, it was sleeping in, making breakfast and settling in on the porch or in front of the TV with a second cup of morning coffee. Depending on the season, I’m sure a lot of mama’s have full schedules with sports, parties and other places they (and the kids) need to be. I got a text on Friday from an old college friend that I rarely hear from about a ska music reference …
Let me start by saying, the sweaty brow has nothing to do with the topic of conversation. One thing C and I do regularly (in addition to eating spicy food) is talk finances. As we were wrapping up a particularly spicy white chicken chili dinner we started talking about the next few months and then fast forwarded to the kiddos heading to college. Thinking about that now, it really could have been a reason for the brow sweat. Let’s get real for a second. Being …
Full disclosure, I will never and can never be a food blogger. I am: Too. Damn. Hungry. To take pictures throughout the cooking process. I do, however, enjoy cooking. If you’ve read any of my other posts that are food related you know that I’m usually cooking/eating late night after J goes to bed. Right now we have the luxury of eating really grown up food and not having to fight a toddler to try it, while also getting time to visit as adults before …
With all the recent talk of new and first boyfriends among the moms I know, and probably the sheer amount of Gossip Girl I’ve been watching lately (I have a real problem) I started to reminisce about early love and how it shapes the way we see forever love. For some people (and penguins), the two are the same. For most of us, finding forever love is a journey, with a course charted by different relationships until we hit our destination. For those of us …
There are days, or even just moments when the world seems to stop and all that surrounds us is the sound of J’s laughter. Tonight we had one of those moments. J was running around the family room, music playing on my phone (he did it without even unlocking it, kid knows my phone better than I do) and laughing. His laugh. Its squeaky and contagious and it sucked us in. Before we knew it the three of us were on the floor giggling. I found …
I vividly remember entering my teen years and wanting so badly to fit in. To be normal. To wear the same clothes as the ‘popular girls,’ for boys to like me and to belong. It was really stressful and honestly, my junior high years were full of mean girls and a few bright spots. You could not pay me to go back. Literally, no amount of money would make me want to. Thankfully, by the time I hit the backside of my high school freshman …
Its back. Short term memory loss, general forgetfulness and swelling. When I was first pregnant with J I was reading all kinds of books, blogs, articles – anything I could get my hands on related to pregnancy. One of the more shocking ‘side effects’ to me was the real concept of pregnancy brain. I remember thinking…’No way, that’s not a thing’. Well, it is. Brain cells lost – that may never return, mind suddenly less capable of juggling the 10,000 things it used to and …
Let me be the first to say, I’m not what you’d call tech savvy. It’s a little embarrassing considering our office is prime with innovators, forward thinkers and straight up geniuses when it comes to getting things done better, faster and cooler. My response when someone says, ‘have you tried this app yet?’ is often, ‘nope.’ It’s not that I don’t love technology or use it to my full advantage in the workplace, it’s more that when I’m home, I’m unplugging and just living a …
As I write this blog post there are 3,348 pictures on my phone – all taken in 2018. The vast majority of the pics are of my kids, my wife, my pets, and if I must be honest, the occasional selfie. Heck, in just the ten days since our fourth child was born, I alone have taken over 200 pictures of him in various states of adorableness. Add in the pics my wife and our extended families have taken of him and the total has …
When J was born I started listening to country music. It was something I’d listened to before, but never regularly. I had the stations in my car tuned to Top 40, Oldies and a Local Station that played just about everything. As I crossed the threshold into motherhood, there was just something instinctive about making the change to country. Even if the lyrics were about partying or a woman’s revenge, the melody was calm and the chorus always seemed sunny. One thing I noticed though, …