My Mush: 7 months

I’m a few days late posting Mush’s 7 month update seeing as how was a sad, sick, little lump over the weekend and our photo session was delayed. He caught a yucky cold/cough and we’ve been dealing with some fussy, snotty days. Outside of his recent under-the-weather status, it’s been QUITE an eventful month full of firsts!

  • Cut tooth #4 – ain’t nobody speeding through teething like this boy
  • Stood (balanced) on his own for about 15 seconds. Literally just let go like it was no big deal.
  • Became a crawling machine. There’s nothing he can’t get to!
  • Learned to pull up to his knees about 2 days after learning to crawl.
  • Learned to pull up to his feet the next morning. Pulls up on ALL THE THINGS!
  • Pulled K’s art easel over on himself (terrifying for mom) and hardly shed a tear.
  • Loves to beat on things. He loves hitting the table with his hands or beating his toys senseless against the floor.
  • Gets mad when we take something away from him or keep him from getting to something. Pitches a 6 second temper tantrum before seeing something else he wants.
  • First time sitting shotgun in a shopping cart. We were at Costco so he shared the ride with his sister. Had a blast and K kept telling everyone we passed, “This is my brovah up here sittin wif me”
  • Attended his first craft show with mommy as a vendor. It was a dismal failure but everyone thought he was cute! I may use him to attract buyers again!
  • More solids: carrot, pumpkin, sweet potato, broccoli, banana, avocado
  • First Thanksgiving!
  • Caught his first cold. :(

Hoping you are all getting into the Christmas spirit! We sure are!

Until next time…

Keelinisms aka Stuff My Kid Says

Because I don’t talk about her enough and toddlers are hysterical, I give you a collection of Keelinisms: part one of many.

  • While looking at a piece of cinnamon toast: “Is it durty on there?” (we are now affectionately calling cinnamon toast dirty toast)
  • When nap or bed time approaches: “Just five more minutes. Seven more minutes

  • “Holy moly cow”
  • When we call her a silly goose: “No I’m not a silly goose I’m Kee-yin”

  • After I called her a demon child for making “REDRUM” noises: “I’m NOT a demon child, I’m a wittle gurl”
  • “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt me.”

  • After putting Graydon’s drool bib on: “Gotta go show mommy and daddy how cute me are.”
  • While putting my bra in the washing machine: “That’s mommy’s boobs”

  • “Ok. Yeah, showuh!” (sure)
  • “Mama, I pinched my arm. I go show Gammie what it hurts like.”

  • Singing: “Let it go. Let it go. My fairy wings and Elsa and Anna. Let it go. My wings. Amen”
  • Handing me a strawberry and pointing to the stem: “Mommy, you cut the grass off please?”

  • Watching me wash my breast pump cones and bottles: “Is that your boob cup?”
  • Every time anyone leaves a room: “Where are you going? What you gonna do there?”

I love my sweet, silly, smart, sassy little bean.

Until next time…

SmartMom Book Review

Happy Monday!

Some of you may recall reading a guest post from the SmartMom blog a few weeks back. It was a great post about must-have products for new moms. Be sure you click the link if you missed it.

I mentioned at the start of that post that I had joined the SmartMom team by being active on their mobile app (a great resource for moms!) and by contributing to their blog. I even added their logo to my sidebar… gold star for anyone who noticed.

I was happy to share some of my personal tips on potty training a few months ago and dished on one of my go-to resources during baby’s first year with a book review of Baby 411. 

Hop on over and take a look-see! 

Until next time…

My Mush: 6 Months

I know I say it every time, but I’m completely baffled that HG is another month older. When I was jotting down his stats for the month I felt myself stop in shock realizing it’s been SIX months since I first held my baby boy. He is half way to a year and it’s crazy to think about the next six months passing as quickly as the last six months did.

If you recall from last month’s post I announced that I was conducting an experiment with the mush man. For the last few months, on his ‘monthiversary’, he has woken up at 3:40 am… the time he was born. It’s like some magical, mystical inner clock that has been reminding him of that exact time back in May when we opened his eyes to the world for the first time. Well, he did it again this morning. 3:40 am, he was up, and so was I. I’m not ruling this an official pattern quite yet since, as you’ll read in this month’s stats, HG has been completely off his schedule and up all hours of the night. BUT I think it’s obvious that I’ll be still be on alert at 3:40 am next month. Do you think the pattern will continue?

Alright, on to the stats…

  • Cut tooth #2 and #3. Two in one month! He’s not wasting any time.
  • Turns in circles on his belly
  • Pulls up onto his knees and stretches back out. Basically crawling backwards. I foresee an early crawler.
  • Loves jumping in his stationary jumper and figuring out the door frame jumper.
  • Expert conversationalist.
  • First foods – Oatmeal, peas, apple!
  • Loves laying under the hair dryer. He will stretch his legs out and flex his feet whenever we turn it on to warm him up after a bath or during a diaper change.
  • Makes some pretty adorable, and equally hysterical, poop faces. If you didn’t already hear the rumbling you can expect it’s not far behind.
  • Loves baths and splashing in the water.
  • Sits up unassisted like a champ. We still keep within arms reach for the times he swings his head around trying to catch a glimpse of something and topples over.
  • Apparently Mr. Mush has forgotten to sleep through the night. He randomly started waking up 1-4 times in the night. I’m one exhausted mama and praying things get back to normal soon.
  • First time going to the pumpkin patch and trick-or-treating (in mommy’s arms while sister did all the work)
  • Grabbing at everything and transferring toys from one hand to another. If he sees something he want’s he’ll shift, wiggle, and reach his way to it.
  • Loves ‘tiger chuff’ noises.
  • Reaches for us when we come close as if he’s asking for a hug or trying to pull up on us.
  • Discovered his new teeth and has started chomping and grinding them together. Join me in cringing.

Until next time…

Don’t %*#$ with our children

If you’ve been exposed to any manner of media in the last week you can probably guess what this blog is going to be about based solely on the title. Let me start off by saying I usually have to restrain myself from discussing hot topics on this blog or any form of social media because, well, they are hot topics. Everyone is talking, tweeting, texting, blogging, snapchatting about them. My passionate opinion on any given topic is probably similar to someone out there who has already ranted atop a social media soap box so I usually feel discussing it is redundant. Plus, it’s unlikely that sharing my opinion will change the opinions of others, which tends to be the point of many online rants. Instead it will probably only fuel the fire of those who stand in opposition. But this is one hot topic that has set my blood boiling more than most so I’m unleashing the Kraken the best way I know how… via blog.

For those of you who haven’t figured it out yet, I’m here to talk rant about the FCKH8 video featuring children (not just little girls) swearing like Jesse Pinkman about things like unequal pay in the workforce and sexual assault. I’m not going to link to the video, you can find it yourself if you really want to see it. To be honest I turned it off within the first 10 seconds the first time I saw it because I was so appalled. I did go back and watch it from start to finish so I could write this with full knowledge of the video.
There are a handful of important points I could discuss but I’m only going to focus on one.

I’m not going to focus on the fact that FCKH8, the company that produced this viral video, is a “for profit t-shirt company with an activist heart”. Yeah. These folks are using issues like rape to sell t-shirts. Brew on that.

I’m not going to focus on inequality in the workforce. It’s not just women who are subjected to inequality and I’ve thankfully not been personally affected by it so I can’t comment.

I’m not going to focus on sexual assault of women OR men (yes, males are sexually assaulted too, did you forget?). Especially when bodies of college students are being discovered left and right and people are being charged with things like abduction with intent to defile. I just can’t.

I am going to focus on the fact that this company debased children… CHILDREN… to get a point across. Don’t get me wrong, (this is something I really want to stress…) the problems they highlight are relevant, horrible, and worthy of addressing until they are no longer problems. I’ll be the first to admit that and I pray that one day we no longer face these issues. But as a mother of two, a boy and a girl, I am outraged that FCKH8 exploited children by having them use such profane language and smack talk. Yes, this click bait will get millions of views on YouTube, but at the end of the day do they really think that something this in-your-face will make society change it’s ways? How long have people been talking about these issues?


How many organizations have been fighting against them for years and years?


How many women and men have been raising their voices in protest of inequality and abuse?


What about using something this inappropriate, degrading, and disrespectful will help any of these issues get solved? In my mind it’s just creating another problem. Will our children see ads like this and feel it’s okay to be so nasty and rude when they speak up- as long as they’re talking about something they are passionate about? What part of a little girl in a princess dress dropping the F-bomb sixteen times is okay? What part of a little girl yelling, “I shouldn’t need a penis to get paid!” with oh, no she didn’t hand gestures is acceptable? What part of having young girls talk this way is doing anything to help women get paid more and feel safe from sexual assault?

I don’t see how an ad like this is teaching kids, or adults for that matter, to respect themselves or others. Shouldn’t that be at the heart of the issue anyway? They ask us to “stop telling girls how to dress and start teaching boys not to f****** rape”. Yes, teach boys to respect girls at a young age. Teach girls to respect boys as well. Yes, stop making girls feel like they have to show off all their goodies in order to get anywhere in life. Yes, yes, yes. But NO to using this tactic to make it happen.

All I kept thinking while watching the video in full is, “Those poor babies”. Actually, I was also wondering what was going through their parents’ minds when they looked at the script for this commercial. Do you think they saw all the vulgar things their daughters would have to say, and with the nasty attitudes they used, and thought, “Yeah I’m totally okay with my children saying (learning) these things. I think it’s the perfect, respectful way to make society change.” If you wouldn’t let your children say these things to you, in your home, amidst normal conversation, then why are you justifying it for a viral video? I can’t even wrap my head around it.

Toward the end of the video two adult women appear and one says, “UMMM, instead of cleaning these girls’ mouths out with soap, GASP, maybe society should clean up it’s act. This is what a feminist looks like.” I’m sorry, WHAT? This should not be what a feminist looks like. This is, in no way, empowering to young girls. That was your point right? To empower… Try again. I’m all for equal rights for women, of course I am, but I’d never expose my children to this filth, let alone have a leading role in creating it. I’d much rather see these little girls tear off their crowns and gowns to reveal a police uniform, chef hat, judges robe, or surgeons coat. I’d rather see little boys dressed as teachers, dancers, artists, and nurses. That’s empowering. That’s encouraging. That’s a commercial I’d show my children. They’re asking society to clean up it’s act when they are doing a pretty good job of dirtying it up in other ways.

At the end of the day no number of F-bombs from 6 year olds is going to change people’s minds on these topics. They already have their opinions formed. They either want change or they don’t. Allowing children to bad mouth society won’t suddenly make some douche bag say, Hey, maybe I should listen to these tiny cursing humans who are yelling at me and stop being a rapist. Sorry, it doesn’t work that way. If it were that easy I’m sure the hundreds of respectful and kind pleas for equality and justice would have cured the world years ago. It seems to me like the main point of this video was to shock. Good job, people are shocked. I am shocked. Good job. People are talking about you. Good job. Maybe you sold some shirts. I certainly won’t be buying one. I don’t care if you send $5.00 from every shirt sold to a “kick-a**” charity. You’re still making money off of adolescent potty mouth princesses. Good job.

Until next time...

My husband, the genius

As a parent, there are few things more terrifying than having the silence of the night broken by the blood-curdling screams of your child. So many scenarios flash through your mind and you are suddenly taken out of reality as you try to figure out what is happening down the hall, up the stairs, or in the next room. Is she hurt? Did she have a nightmare? Did a vampire/werewolf/mutant/bandit break into the house via her bedroom window? All manner of thoughts race through your head from the time you hear that heart-stopping sound to the moment you have your baby in your arms. A few nights ago that’s exactly what happened in our house.

I had just gotten HG latched for his pre-bedtime feeding. That was a miracle in and of itself because since getting his second tooth in, he’s started biting. OUCH. Boobies of the world ache for my suffering. But I digress…
K was already in bed and had been for fifteen minutes or so, about the same amount of time it generally takes her to settle and fall asleep. She’s past the point of crying out when we leave her room so it was a complete shock when I heard her scream. And this wasn’t just an I don’t want to be in my bed or I’m being a punk and demand you read me another story type of scream. This was an I’m terrified scream. I quickly (and gently) broke the suction on HG’s latch, propped him up on my shoulder, and leapt off the couch. I dashed down the hall with my confused baby in tow and burst into through the door to find K, still in her bed, curled up in the fetal position with her hands covering her head. When she realized I was in the room, no doubt because I was shouting “WHAT’S WRONG” in a panicked plea, she sat up on her knees, pointed at an angle toward the corner of the room, and said “IT’S A BUUUUUUUG!!!”


Before I continue I feel the need to share a little insect history… K never paid much attention to bugs until witnessing another little girl have a full on heart attack (not really but you would have thought she’d been stabbed by her scream) at the sight of a basic house fly. And since toddlers are influenced by the slightest little thing, you guessed it, she right-then-and-there became afraid of bugs. We’ve been working with her to just say “Shoo fly!” and carry on with her activity and she’s been making a lot of progress. So you can imagine my shock (and annoyance) when I burst into her room thinking she was defending herself from dementors only to learn that she saw a stinkin’ bug. Now back to the story…

I make my way over to her and reach across the bed rails to comfort her (meanwhile she has retreated back to fetal position and is still crying) while simultaneously trying not to roll my eyes and scan the room to find said bug. I don’t see any signs of the mystery insect so I ask her to show me again where the bug is. She points to the corner of the room and I look up, let my eyes wander, see nothing bug-like, and then something grabs my attention. You should know that in this moment I immediately feel bad for being annoyed with K’s reaction. A spider (and a pretty big one) is hanging from the ceiling directly over where her head would have been if she were laying in bed flat like I left her. This little sucker had pulled some kind of a mission impossible maneuver and had repelled down right over her face. Because of the darkness of her room she probably didn’t even see it until it was practically touching her nose. I would have screamed too baby girl.

It was about this time that Z came upstairs after hearing all the commotion. It was perfect timing because I was in no position to take care of the spider seeing as how in my haste to rescue my screaming child, I’d failed to re-hook the cup of my nursing bra. So not only was I hanging out like a Hooters waitress but was also leaking all over myself and HG.  Being the hero he is, Z quickly squished the spider, who was making a mad-dash back up to the ceiling, between his hands and tossed it in the trash. Seeing my disheveled, and no doubt hysterical, state he assured me he had everything under control and took over consoling K, who was still pretty shaken up.

I went back into our room and resumed nursing HG. I was pleasantly surprised that K’s crying stopped almost immediately after Z took over. Not to knock his parenting ability but normally an event like this would have her spooked and fussy for a good while but within seconds of me situating myself back on the couch she’d completely calmed down. I even heard her happily chit chatting with her daddy (be still my heart) and sweetly wishing him goodnight. Z emerged from her room a few minutes later and I asked him what he did to calm her down so fast. This was his response, and my proof that he is a genius.

“I just told her the spider was Charlotte and that she was coming to snuggle and say goodnight before visiting with Wilbur and going to bed.”


K had watched Charlotte’s Web the day before – her first experience with the story – and had an immediate shift in attitude once the sudden appearance of a spider turned from frightening to friendly. Not in a million years could I have come up with something so brilliant to help calm her down, especially in the panicked state her scream had left me. I guess it pays to have a level-headed husband who can take over when my maternal instincts transform me into a scatter-brained basket case. I stared at him in awe as he shrugged like it was no big deal and walked back down the stairs.

The next morning K woke up talking about Charlotte’s visit to her bedroom and how she scared her at first but it was ok because she just wanted to snuggle. I will never underestimate the magical bond between a father and a daughter, especially with a quick and imaginative mind like Z’s.

Seriously. Genius.

Until next time…

My Mush: 5 months

I’m officially conducting a mushy experiment. On May 6, five months ago, at 3:40 am, Mr. Mushy-face was born. He started sleeping through the night around 2 1/2 months old and has been really consistent ever since unless his schedule gets really distorted. Last month, on September 6, he woke up demanding snuggles and cuddles and boobs. It was right around 3:40 am. This morning, October 6, woke with the same demands. Guess what time it was. 3:40 am. Figuring out my hypothesis? I don’t remember being up with him at 3:40 am during months three and four, after his sleep schedule had regulated, but that’s not to say it didn’t happen. Hey, I’m lucky if I can remember where my car keys are or if I’ve taken a shower on any given day so being able to recognize the connection of these last two months is practically a miracle. That being said I’m anxious to see if I end up feeding, rocking, and singing to my sweet boy at 3:40 am on November 6. I’ll be sure to share my scientific findings.

In the mean time… how about a little 5 months update!

  • Attended his first wedding… well, wedding reception. Stayed up way past his bedtime partying with our extended family!
  • Teething is in full force and he even cut his first tooth! He is rarely without his amber teething necklace these days.
  • Giggles often and is super ticklish on his back and feet.
  • Grabby hands – very intentional about what he’s grabbing for and usually hits his mark. He really loves grabbing my forearm while I’m changing his diaper and grabbing at our cold glasses while mid-drink.
  • One of his favorite new past-times is sucking on the bottom rim of the cold classes mentioned above.
  • 90% for height, 60% for weight – my big mushy boy.
  • Is now seeing my pediatrician from when I was a baby. So surreal, especially because this doctor found my kidney issue when I was 3 months old and one of the patient rooms has a banner from Lynchburg College with my signature on it.
  • Has developed some great balance – can sit up on his own for a pretty lengthy amount of time and can even stand at his activity table for a few seconds.
  • Can often be seen with a handful of my hair in his tiny little fists. Like I said… grabby hands
  • Loves watching the dogs run around outside.
  • Has the cutest cry babble.
  • He can be cheered up almost immediately just by seeing his sister.
  • Loves to ‘fly’
  • Grabs his toes and hands.
  • “Face crawls” all over the place, especially when on a bed. He smooshes his face into the mattress, pulls his knees up, and lifts his head again, flattening out and scooting slightly forward. What an adorable weirdo.
  • Master roller. Leave him alone on his play mat and you can bet he’ll be off of it in about 10 seconds. This boy never stops moving!
  • Mush man is a major flirt. He loves everyone and has a sweet pattern reaction to anyone who looks at him: eye contact, cheesy grin, coy “I’m so shy” look away.
  • Chews on everything, but mostly his hands/fingers/thumb.
  • Has a pretty awesome mohawk – I guess that’s how my babies grow their hair!

Until next time…

More tips for new parents

There is no shortage of articles giving new parents tips on everything from burping your baby to dealing with diaper rash. Trust me, I’ve read many of them. So it might seem a little superfluous that I, a mother of only two, should feel qualified enough to offer my own tips. But I’m going to anyway. I’m by no means an expert but I have learned a few things along the way that are worth passing along.
Ready? Set. GO…

Ask for discounts

When you get the hospital bill, you may have a small panic attack. I know we did. Even with great insurance and a completely natural birth our bill was still worthy of heart palpitations. The health care system is absurd. But before you freak out too much, call the hospital and see of they offer any kind of discount for paying the bill in full. It might be worth putting it on a card or utilizing a flex spending account when you get hundreds of dollars knocked off the bill. We’ve received 15-30% off our bills in the past. It never hurts to ask (and ask and ask – sometimes finding the right person can take a few calls).

Accept help, and modify it

Lots of people will probably be saying things like, “Let me know what I can do to help” when you welcome your new family member. Theres no denying this is a kind offer but it’s also a vague one, especially because your new parent brain can’t comprehend anything past counting the hours of sleep you’re NOT getting. Take note of those friends and family members who offer to help and accept their generosity by giving them a task when you think of it. Could you use someone coming over to help you with an overflowing pile of laundry? Ask. Could your older children benefit from some time out of the house? Ask.  In desperate need of your favorite Starbucks drink? FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY ASK. Don’t feel guilty. They did offer.

Don’t be afraid to say no

Chances are as soon as you pop out your little miracle there will be half a dozen people asking When will you be home? When can we come meet the baby? When can we invade your space? Ok, maybe they won’t actually ask that last one but there will be days when visitors feel more like invaders. As I mentioned in my recent post on postpartum pet peeves, your hormones might be totally off the charts so there will be days when you’re just not up for company. And that’s okay! If you’re having one of those days, know that it is completely acceptable to say no thank you. The baby’s not going anywhere, they can come another day when you are feeling up to it.

Don’t forget your pregnancy nutrition

This one is more for the new moms out there but important for papas as well. When you’re pregnant a lot of attention tends to be focused on your nutrition. Not only making sure you are eating well for yourself but for your growing baby as well. Just because you’re no longer eating for two it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t still work toward great nutrition for yourself. It’s far too easy to turn that nutritional focus toward your baby and let your own eating habits fall to priority zero. From the sleep deprivation to the energy you exert settling into your new role as mommy, you might reach the end of the day and realize that you’ve forgotten to drink a glass of water or eat an actual meal. This is especially important for nursing mamas. You can burn upwards of 600 calories (more if you have a super eater!) just by nursing and if you don’t take the time to replenish your fuel supply, you will quickly find yourself drained… in more ways than one. I know a lot of new moms are driven to losing their baby weight but making sure you have a healthy, balanced diet is just as important postpartum as it is during pregnancy.  You have to take care of yourself in order to take care of the little ones who depend on you.

I invite any other mamas reading this blog to share your own parenting tips and secrets! After all, once you earn the title of mommy we’re all on the same team!

Until next time…

Too many thoughts, not enough confidence

When I first started this blog it was for two main reasons:

1. I was applying for a social media management job and needed a writing sample that proved I had some skill at blogging.
2. We’d just gotten married so I wanted to be able to keep family and friends updated on our lives in Georgia.

Despite the face that I ended up loathing my social media management job, I soon realized that I loved blogging. As time went on and my ‘published posts’ pile began to grow I really fell in love with the process of pulling my jumbled mess of thoughts together, creating something cohesive enough to understand, and spitting it out for the blogosphere to enjoy. Z and I were diving into an adventure as newlyweds with new jobs in a new city and I was working at a few very unique places that provided plenty of blog-worthy stories. I kept things simple and really just used it as a forum to brain dump. All of a sudden I was getting comments on my posts. I was used to comments from family and friends but comments from people I didn’t know… how exciting! That meant people were finding my humble little collection of thoughts. Most of them were fellow bloggers so in an attempt to build a community I started reading and commenting on others’ blogs. With every new blog I found I’d stumble or be referred to three more. Eventually I formed a long collection of favorites which I promptly added to my Google Reader list. Oh how I miss you Google Reader. At first my fellow bloggers inspired and energized me to keep sharing my bits of randomness and even encouraged me to pump up the number of posts per week.

But then one day something shifted.

Blogging became something I did to get recognition instead of something I did because I enjoyed it. I would be disappointed if I didn’t receive X number of comments on a given post and feel inadequate when I’d see other bloggers with sidebars filled with paying sponsors or getting featured spots on well-known websites and blog forums. I’d read a perfectly formatted, hysterically witty, or insanely creative post and feel completely inadequate in my own writing. I’d end up starting a blog about a topic that I felt really passionate about, remember that inadequate feeling, and stop writing. Soon my ‘published posts’ pile stopped growing and my ‘drafts’ began to multiply. I wouldn’t trash the blogs that I started but I’d become too critical and decide it was better to hide away posts that I felt weren’t good enough. Each time I’d sit down to write I’d just get more and more frustrated. Frustration would turn to anger and I’d start discrediting other bloggers because, clearly, their ability to come up with a pin-worthy blog post was because they had it way easier than me in life.

This blogger has an expendable income so she can go on these lavish vacations and blog about it.  Not me.
This blogger has a house like something out of Better Homes and Gardens so she can blog about all of her wonderful interior design ideas. Not me.
This blogger has started her own business that seemed to get really successful overnight so every blog is a personal advertisement for her business. Not me.
This blogger just has EVERYTHING figured out and lives a perfect, care-free life. Not. Me.

Basically I was creating lame excuses to pad a ridiculous woe-is-me mentality. Which at the end of the day was just a way to hide the truth, my lack of confidence. Combine my hum-drum attitude with the fact that I was no longer writing weekly updates on our daughter and you get a very neglected blog. It was a sad state of affairs and, in some ways, still is. Yes, I was able to kick a few more posts out there while pregnant with our son and have been keeping up with his monthly updates but the love I once had of sharing random thoughts and funny stories has dwindled down to nothing but a tiny flicker. I’ve let my lack of confidence overpower my love of writing. I’ve let the comparative and competitive nature of social media sway my opinion of myself. I’ve neglected the original purpose of this blog and, in doing so, have let myself down.

I know I’ve made a lot of proclamations in the past about starting new habits, new weekly staples, and getting back on a schedule with every-other-day posts. But that’s not what Life in these times… is all about. It’s about this life that I love and am blessed to call my own. It’s about the good and the bad and the poop-covered. It’s about the struggles and the joys. And it’s about all the things that pop into my head that I find worthy of transporting to text. It’s not about what everyone else thinks or being a well-known name… although there is still part of me that secretly not so secretly wants to be a famous blogger, get paid to write, and be able to support my family from home. Then again there’s also a part of me that dreams about Robert Downey Jr. stopping me in the middle of the mall to tell me I’d be perfect for the new blockbuster his he’s filming, but I digress.

The only proclamation I’m prepared to make today is that I’m going to do my best to push my self-conscious tendencies to the side and get back to doing what I once loved.  No more excuses. No more comparing myself to other bloggers. No more writing about something solely because I think someone might find it Huffington Post worthy. Just me. My thoughts. My family. My days of spit-up and stickers. My life in these times…

Until next time…