Thankful

Per usual, I’ve been remiss in updating my blog with the goings-on in my life. I will say that things have been exciting for sure. Since today is Thanksgiving, in addition to reviewing what I’ve been up to, I’d also … Continue reading

Back in Cali

I’m finally back on the left coast and starting to get back to normal after traveling through time for the past week. I was in North Carolina just long enough to get used to the time difference and then head back. Even my much-needed day in between yesterday couldn’t get me caught up on all of the sleep.

Unfortunately, I did not get the chance to blog from the road (maybe next time) but I did get to have lots of wonderful times with old friends and new. I got to shower one of my best girls with love and celebrate her upcoming wedding. I also got to drink lots of wine. I’ve missed that.

It felt strange not having a toddler climbing all over me or needing something. It was strange not parenting. Dog life was a change as well. I forget how much attention they want and need. But just like the cats, at the end of the day, they just want to snuggle up with you.

I stayed up late, ate badly, and swore like a sailor. Very, very good times.

So glad to be home to my little family in our little world though. I’ll get back into this parenting grind. Patience is a virtue I only have for my child but apparently, I can get rusty at that too. He’s picked up a lot of new attitude since I’ve been gone. So back to work I go, trying to make a decent human being out of him.

In the meantime, please enjoy a few snapshots of my journey away.

 

 

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One of our wine nights

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Being silly with Nikki P.

 

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The bride-to-be and me at the bachelorette party

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Loki was my road dog the entire trip

Here Comes 31!

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Does it count as a “no make up selfie” if that’s the norm for me??

 

If 30 doesn’t make you officially old, 31 has to, right?!

Another year in the books and I am pleased to say that 30 wasn’t that bad. Good job, got into grad school, and we didn’t move to a new place, so that’s a bonus. I’ve reconnected with old friends and made some new ones.

I look back on the things I’ve learned and how I’ve grown. Patience, understanding different viewpoints, maturity, power, and self-awareness. Things are areas that I have improved upon, and will continue to work on everyday.

I am lucky to have my husband with me through everything. He is strong, yet sensitive. Most importantly, he’s my partner. We really do complement each other well.

As with so much of the joy in my life these days, I owe so many smiles to my son. For a little over two years, he has really shown me what life is all about.  Growing a person, raising a person, being someone’s rock, their strength, their world…nothing else compares to that. As long as I get to keep doing this mommy thing, I know I’ll be alright with getting older.

10 Types Of Moms That Suck

I’ve missed you all dearly. But more importantly, I have stumbled upon a hilarious blog post that I couldn’t stop laughing at and had to share. Reading this reminded me of so many internal battles I fight with myself and feeling “less than” when it comes to other moms. The problem is everyone tries to be super mom when friends and family are around. At home, when no one is watching, your kids eat junk, you laugh at their swearing, and put them down for a nap early so that you can keep from killing them. It’s okay, mama, I know the struggle too. Just do what is best for you and yours. ❤

Thought Catalog

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I’m not sure if you knew, but I’m pretty much the best, most perfectest mom ever in the history of ever. I don’t need to tell you that’s sarcasm, right internet? Maybe? Eh. Is this satire now? I feel like I used to know what that was but I think I lost it somewhere along the way during my Wild Adventures in Blogging. People seem to have created this new, vague definition. Anyway, back to my perfection.

1. Language Police Mom

Firstly, that sounds like an awesome name for some sort of knockoff Barbie doll; you know the kind made of the same plastic they use for those KoolAid bottle-things that your cheap Aunt used to buy for you years after you’d stopped playing with dolls? Complete with police uniform, perfectly curled hair and a baby under each arm.  

Secondly, I appreciate it when people curb their language…

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Our Good Luck Charm

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Getting to meet my son for the first time

 

Happy two years to my precious, sweet, perfect baby boy! Gabriel joined our family on March 17, 2012. I spent the majority of my pregnancy hoping and praying that he would not be born on St. Patrick’s Day. I wanted my little man to have his very own special day. Now, two years later, I realize he has enough personality to conquer any holiday. 

I still marvel at how much he has grown, changed, and changed me as a person. I can no longer just be a wife or a woman, I am a mother, and that is a title that is very special to me. Special because of him. He makes it so easy. I have always struggled to relate to children, to be good with kids. With this little guy, it is as easy as breathing. He’s magnetic and the ray of sunshine in my sometimes gloomy days. If I ever doubt myself, I just have to look at him to know I can make it through anything and everything, because I am his example. He relies on me and I get my strength from him.

Sorry to get all gushy (not really) but no feeling of love has ever come as easily to me as being a mother to my son. Happy second birthday Gabriel. I love you to the moon and back! XOXO

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My favorite face in the world

 

The Great Debate

It’s the question that everyone asks and the conversation my husband and I have on a near daily basis….

When to have baby #2.

For many the answer it cut and dry. Just start now. Why not? What are you waiting for?

For me, there are so many considerations. There is my health. My husband’s health. Our financial situation.  Our living situation. The fact that I am in school. The fact that I am in a more demanding job that I started fairly recently. And of course, as with any person making excuses, the list goes on.

Some say there will never be a right time. Part of me believes this and wants to just go for it. Then, my logic kicks and I start calculating and analyzing. Everything seems like sunshine and roses when the possibility is ahead of you. When I’m in the midst of my pregnancy, I might start wondering why I rushed into it. Who says that two years is the perfect spacing between children? I would dare to say that three to four years is just as good!

For now, I want to finish out 2013 with no more big surprises. We have had health scares, daycare drama, and good news to balance out the bad. But I truly believe I have had enough change to last me the rest of the year. I want to start 2014 fresh and ready for the blessings and challenges ahead. Will that mean another baby? Perhaps. I would like to think that it will be that easy. But as life has shown me over the past few years, just when you think things are just as they should be, life gets in the way.

This sweet boy we have is a blessing on his own. While another little one would only add to our joy and fill our hearts more, I will not for one moment think that we need more kids to be complete. We are complete as is. With the family we have now. If we are afforded the opportunity to add to that in the future, then so be it.

And the debate rages on….

This Kind of Love

“This kind of love it’s what I dreamed about
Yeah it fills me up
Baby it leaves no doubt
This kind of love it’s why I’m standing here
It’s something that we can share
I can’t enough of this kind of love”

~ Sister Hazel

This is the song that my husband and I danced to at our wedding. It’s our song.

Little did I know that a few years later, it would be the perfect song to describe how much I love my son. As I was rocking him tonight, I was overcome with emotion. It happens often. I feel so lucky, so blessed, so special to have the opportunity to not only to be a mother, but to be his mother.