• Life

    #letsgetlexitocollege

    The post I’m writing today is a little different than normal, so hang tight. Probably a little unorthodox… probably going to pull the haters out from wherever they’ve been hiding. But, I’m hoping that instead of hating, we can band together over something joyous, instead of waiting until a time of tragedy to help one another out. I’m hoping everyone with a baby sister of their own can relate to the lengths you would go to in order to help them reach their dreams. This young woman is my baby sister, Alexis. She is the picture of all that is good in this world. Kind, genuine, unapologetically herself, and talented enough for the both of…

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    A Beautifully Mediocre Mamas 8 Kitchen Essentials.

    This post contains affiliate links. Please read my Disclaimer for more info:) If your house is anything like mine, the kitchen is where everything goes down. The cooking, crying, meltdowns, bill paying, hotwheel car racing, important life changing conversations, anything and everything happens in the kitchen. I feel like I spend a majority of my time there and I’m ok with it, I feel content. It’s where I enjoy my coffee in the morning, where I bake banana bread, cook meals for my family, and where I write 90% of my blog posts after my son is asleep. I have probably a few too many kitchen gadgets… please tell me I’m not alone? But a…

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    Going back to stay at home mama is so bittersweet.

    Well guys, I did it. After many late night conversations, lots of time spent calculating childcare costs vs take home pay, and even some tears, hubby and I have decided the best decision for us right now is for me to stop working. So I did it, I quit my job. And as my last shift creeps up on me, its surprisingly stirring up more emotions that I thought it would. Turns out, going back to stay at home mama is very bittersweet. It’s the dream after all, right? Being able to stay at home and raise your family. One of you is always there, never having to miss out on milestones. Never having to…

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    To my best friend on our first Valentine’s Day as husband and wife.

    Dear husband, Our first Valentine’s Day as husband and wife is upon us. You’re working, like the amazing provider you are. I’m home with our sweet and wild toddler. We won’t see each other for a few hours still, but I’ve been thinking about you all day. Being newly married doesn’t necessarily change the feelings of Valentine’s Day, I loved you last year and I’ll love you the next. But what it does do, is make me very reminiscent of our time together so far. It leaves me feeling so incredibly content with where my life is. Do I wish we were living in our own home already? Yes. Am I still trying to come…

  • Life,  Parenthood

    My Blighted Ovum Miscarriage Part 1.

    I wasn’t sure I really wanted to write this one, so bear with me guys. But then I realized, it’s really the event that pushed me to actually start the blog in the first place. Scouring the internet for peoples experiences consumed me for nights on end. If I can be someone elses solace, then I should share. This will be the first that most people hear of our miscarriage. We kept it fairly quiet, only telling close friends and family. Not because we were ashamed or even because we were devastated, which we were. But just because it never feels like the right time… and because the second half of our story gets a…

  • Life,  Parenthood

    I had never tasted anxiety, until I drank from the cup of motherhood.

    I had never struggled with anxiety. I’m not even sure I knew what anxiety was, outside of the stress of upcoming exams or a lump in my throat before an interview. I got anxious, but I never struggled with anxiety. Then I had my son, and anxiety washed over me like a tidal wave. My worry started before I even gave birth, I just didn’t realize it. I legitimately was scared to walk across my kitchen with a knife, or even to use one in general towards the end of my pregnancy. Scared I would lose my balance and fall or suddenly forget to hold on to it tightly and impale him in the womb……

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    I will be your tribe.

    If you’re lucky enough to have already found your tribe, the ones who love your kids like their own, who are always ready with coffee… or vodka depending on the day, and whose hearts are open without judgement, then you are so lucky. If, however, you find yourself without your village, please know that my door is always open. When you get that first positive pregnancy test, and even though you were kind of trying, you’re still freaking out a little… call me, we will kind of freak out together. I will be your tribe. When you realize you live hundreds of miles from your hometown and have to be pregnant without your mom around……