I meant sweat. I meant sweet. No, I meant swear. I really don’t swear. Blame it on the Catholic upbringing or just the fact that I prefer not to, because I instantly feel guilty afterward (also, blame that on the Catholic upbringing), but swearing has always been something that only happens when I’m overly stressed, panicked, and some type of emergency may be happening. Or, as I like to call it: Mother(f*ing)hood. It’s been an eye-opening thing to realize how… Read more »

Does the title make you think six months ago I was in prison? It’s part true. Prison doesn’t have to be tangibly “behind bars”. It can mean trapped, inescapable, desperate, lonely, scary…And many other things. For me, my prison was post partum depression. And I’m proud to say I’ve been going to weekly therapy for six months, and I’m slowly doing much better. I should have never gotten post partum depression.  I always wanted to be a mom. Go to… Read more »

  There have been quite a few times in the last months of my blog-silence that I have thought “Oh I should write about that…” or “That’s a good tagline, write that down somewhere…” all to the dismay of instantly being distracted by another thought that spirals into a fury of more important to-do’s; “Did I feed the children?? Are they wearing coats? Is their coat too puffy to be strapped into their car seat with them? Should I take… Read more »

Man oh man, this whole stepping into motherhood with two thing, has really been kicking my booty. I am deciding today to come on to my little personal blog and just share my heart with whoever comes to read it. And the sad thing is, I know that if I look back on the history of this blog, there have been gaps in months that I haven’t written because well, sometimes when life gets crazy, mommy has to put her… Read more »

The greatest prayer a mama has is that her children stay healthy. I pray for many other things (wisdom, compassion, faith, strength, etc) over my children as well, but health and protection are always the most prominent. I’ve prayed especially over Gavin. Even in the womb, at just a few weeks gestation, we were getting news that things didn’t look absolutely perfect like you hope to hear. We prayed. Family prayed. Strangers prayed. Small groups prayed. Gavin defied it all… Read more »