Happy Mother’s Day Mamas!


It’s the one day (or maybe one of a few days) per year that us mamas hope to get spoiled and have some time to ourselves – maybe a pee or a coffee in peace? Can I get an Amen!?

Maybe that’s wishful thinking, but I would like to take a moment and say thank you to all of the incredible mothers out there, doing the best that they can do to raise tiny humans! You’re all doing such an incredible job. Whether you’ve given up your body, your boobs, your time, your mind, or all of the above, remember that you’re raising the future and you’re kicking ass!

Here’s a little excerpt from something I wrote last year that’s been in the vault. And it still rings true. I’m so grateful to be someone’s mama:

I am so grateful to be celebrating my first Mother’s Day. Becoming a mom has changed me for the better. It has made me stronger, more passionate compassionate, protective, gentle, and patient… all thanks to my incredibly curious, observant, determined, feisty, serious little man.

EJ is lucky to have two incredible grandmothers and so many other loving, strong women in his life to look up to!

Happy Mother’s Day to all the amazing moms out there. There is no job more challenging, exhausting, exhilarating or rewarding. I am lucky to have the most incredible role model and amazing woman as my mom. I only hope I can be half the mother to Emerson as you have been to me. Thank you for your endless love, ongoing support, and all of your help, especially as I’ve ventured into the world of motherhood.

Happy Mother’s Day beauties!


Postpartum woes

Here I am, one month #postpartum. Like so many other new moms, I am mostly tired, uncomfortable, and overwhelmed. I get overwhelmed with caring for this new little life, overwhelmed with love, overwhelmed with my new shape, an overabundant milk supply, and day-to-day tasks.
em and me one month
I don’t get to have a shower usually, unless someone is covering for me. I am almost
always soaked in milk. I have only done my hair once this month and put make up on twice.
I live in yoga pants because nothing else fits. I sometimes cry when E cries, feeling helpless when he’s in pain.
I have a love/hate relationship with #breastfeeding. I don’t usually sleep when he sleeps, unless it’s at night. And I usually sleep with him on my chest.
I can’t seem to get us out of the house before 1:00 pm, if at all – mainly because I don’t want to put my sleeping/fussy/awake and alert babe down.
My house is a disaster.
My husband is neglected.
And despite a couple of challenging hours every day, I wouldn’t change any of this.
I am so in love and would do anything for this little human.
I am looking forward to every milestone.