A day in my life- week day edition (why I have not had time to blog)

As I mentioned earlier this month, I have been insanely busy.  So at the risk of not sounding like I am being a whiney baby, I thought I would do what all the other bloggers out there do and give you all a run down of a day in my life.  This is the week day edition because a typical day on the weekend is quite different, being a working mom does that.

6:45-7:30 Wake up.  I haven’t set an alarm since having SJ.  Somedays he wakes up by 7 and a lot of days he wakes up closer to 7:30.  I just go with it even if it makes me late to work.  Mama needs her beauty sleep.

Once SJ wakes up we normally lay in bed while he drinks his milk.   He used to drink his milk in his crib and I could get ready but not anymore.  He insists on coming out to hang out with us in the bed and that is okay with me.  Sometimes we need to slow down and enjoy a few minutes, even if it makes me late to work. (If you can’t tell from the beginning of this post I am pretty much always late to work).

Then the mayhem ensues.  I then spend the next 30 minutes trying to get ready for work while SJ plays, runs, screams, or asks to be held.  I then try to wrangle him up to change his diaper (oh the horror) and get him dressed.

We then head to the kitchen for breakfast.  A typical breakfast is a shake for mom and dad and oatmeal, cereal, and fruit for SJ.  After breakfast I have to clean the kitchen it’s my thing.  With my life as busy as it is I need to have the kitchen and bathrooms clean or I will just lose it.  I feel like if I came home from a long day at work and my kitchen was dirty from breakfast I might sit on the floor and cry.  I know this is OCD but it’s what works for me so let’s just go with it.

Now this last what should be 10 minutes is what takes the longest.  Packing up myself, SJ and trying to get out the door to leave.  There is usually always a tantrum thrown at this time, so now I am really late for work.

We finally load up the car and get SJ buckled in and head out.  There are lots of deep breaths at this point by mom but we are in the car and on the way. One battle down.  I commute with SJ and drop him off at daycare by my work.  My commute should be about 25 minutes but lately traffic has been so bad and getting worse it can take an hour or longer.  So yes I sit in the car after a crazy morning with a frustrated toddler yelling at me – good times.  I have lots of toys, snacks, and watered down apple juice to tempt him with.  Some days he is as sweet as can be during the commute.  I am very thankful for those days.

By the time I finally make it to work I am already exhausted and well, late.  The next 7-8 hours is spent behind a computer, in meetings, or eating.  I am a stress eater, there I admitted it.  I usually work through lunch but sometimes I will go out to the grocery story or run an errand.  I try to multi-task during the day when I can.

After work, I get back in the car to sit in more traffic and pick up SJ at daycare.  We sit in even more traffic until we get home.  Sometimes we stop at the grocery store if I didn’t get to go at lunch.

I cook dinner.  I feed SJ.  I feed the dogs.  I feed my husband.  Then I feed myself.

My favorite part of the day is this last hour before I put SJ to bed.  This is my time with him.  To play with him, to teach him new words and phrases, to give him a million and one kisses.  During this hour the dishes wait, the laundry waits, everything thing else that pulls me in a million different directions waits.  This is my time with my boy.

If it is a bath night we take a bath if not we take a “sink” bath.  SJ has bad excema so I can’t give him baths every night.  I do wash his face and his stinky feet every night though.

We put on pajamas, get a sippy cup  of milk and read a book.  Then it is good night lights out.  For SJ.

I however have to start my next job.  I clean the kitchen, do the laundry, straighten the house.  I pack up SJ for the next day.  I then hop on the stairclimber we have in our living room for 25- 3o minutes.  I shower and then I get into bed.  It is normally 11-11:30 at this point.  I spend 10 minutes seeing what the social media world is up to. Then I got to bed,  only to wake up and do it all over again….

SJ Updates + Hello Again

To say I have been busy lately is the understatement of the century.  I have not forgotten about this space I have just been INSANELY BUSY.  I work for a company that has the majority of their business come in around the holidays, a “Q4 company” as we call it.  This means that work has taken ahold of me from every direction.  When I am not take deep stress relieving breaths from the daily work grind and commute (that has gotten so unbearably bad lately), I am chasing around my crazy busy toddler.  That crazy toddler is now a little over 16 months and there are some very awesome things he is doing in his life that I want to remember since I haven’t done an update for several months.

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SJ (16 months and other cool things he has started doing since 12 months)

Weight: 24 lbs

Height: 33 inches (this was at his 15 month check up, he is growing like a weed so it could be taller)

Milestones: Feeding yourself with utensils (boom).  Running, Walking up and down stairs and curbs without falling, first haircut, and we are pretty sure you might be right-handed (not that this is a milestone, just an observation).

Language:  You are starting to talk a lot! We read “Go Dogs Go” almost every day so now you say: “Goooooooo” but the facial expression that goes with it is priceless.  One day you leaned forward in your car seat and looked out the window and screamed this to the car next to us- awesome.  You are saying “mama” a lot and my heart melts every time.  We are also saying, “tickle tickle”, “kitty”, “sit”, “bad dog”, “dada” and of course “this”.  You point to everything and say “this”.  I have no idea where you got it from but it’s pretty funny.  I am sure there are more but these are the ones you say the most often.

Food: You eat the most random foods.  You love pesto sauce.  What kid loves pesto sauce?  You apparently!  We put it on your sandwich and on pasta of course.  You love cherry tomatoes and all fruits.  Like the rest of the human race you love sugar and dad hooks you up.  You will pretty much eat anything if we feed you on the go When you are in the high chair you get a little more picky but if we chase you around the house with bites you will eat almost anything.  Speaking of food you also say “mmmmmm” whenever you really like something.

Likes: You love basketball right now.  We bought you your own basketball hoop that is in the living room and this weekend at the store out of all the toys you just wanted a Wilson mini basketball.  Seriously, I let you choose from several toys and that is what you picked.  You haven’t gotten really into books which is making my heart sing a little bit.  You have your favorites and you always bring them to us and then turn around to sit in our lap for a reading session. You still love the bath which cracks us up.  It’s your happy place.

Cool stuff: You always dust your hands off and clap.  You beat box (you are a boss).  You always have to carry handfuls of stuff.  It can’t just  be one or even 2 crackers, it has to be like 4.  You stack them in your hands and sometimes even hold them in your arm folds. You always want to sit in my lap.  You just back it up and sit down, it is so freaking adorable.  You always take everyone’s phones and your play phones and hold them behind your hand to answer it, it’s adorable. You are becoming quite assertive.  You always shake your head “no” and you tell me exactly what you want when you want it.  You tell me if you want a snack by going up to the snack table and pointing or if you want a meal you hang on your high chair.  Otherwise you just point and say “this” and give me 3 tries to get it right.  If I don’t, oh lord.  You are totally a toddler.

Your dad and I talk every day about how we are pretty sure you are the coolest, smartest, most awesome toddler to ever walk the planet.  We are so proud and you are so insanely loved.

Tales from a Crazy Toddler

This past week we went on our first family vacation to Tahoe.  It was lovely.  Unfortunately Steve and I got stuck working the whole time so that was a real bummer but we made a few great memories while we could.  We took SJ swimming in the lake and enjoyed an awesome concert on the beach where SJ danced, clapped, and flirted with the ladies.  You know, just the usual. 

One milestone I guess you could call it, was SJ started the climbing phase.  I hear that this is very common with little boys.  My mom recently told me, “I hope you have a girl so you can see the difference”. I mean for real little boys are WILD.  I seriously think I might start  loosing 5 pounds on the daily chasing after this kid.  He is also obsessed with stairs.  Up the stairs, down the stairs, up the stairs.. well you get it.

Here are a few of my favorite candid shots of my little wild warrior getting into trouble from the past week.

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My Birth Story (Part 3)

 Part 3 as continued from part 2 and part 1.

The nurse returned from calling the doctor maybe 5 minutes later.  She waltzed in moving quickly with lots of gear in her arms.  She announced “we are prepping you for surgery”.  I couldn’t believe it happened that quickly.  I thought the doctor would come by and we would discuss but I guess when they make the call to do a c-section they move very quickly.  I barely had time to process what was happening which was probably a good thing.  They put big warming pads on both of my legs to help with the circulation since I would be getting up in a long time.  They moved my bed and wheeled me away.  It is the weirdest feeling being wheeled through a hospital in a bed, you can’t see anything, and you have no idea in which direction or where you are heading.  The anthesologist was following quickly behind.  At this point though I started to shake pretty uncontrollably.  I guess I was starting to have a reaction to the stronger epidural which is very common.  The nurses kept asking me if I was nervous and surprisingly I was not.  I was just ready for the day to be over and to meet me baby. 

My husband had to put on his scrubs as they wheeled me into the OR.  The anthesologist got in position behind to work his magic.  I couldn’t feel anything he was doing.  He might have been putting stuff through my IV, I am not really sure.  Up went the curtain so I couldn’t see anything that was going on.  They announced they wouldn’t start surgery until I couldn’t feel a thing.  The anthesologist would press on my tummy and if I could feel anything, even slightly, they wouldn’t start.  This went on for maybe 5 minutes and then it was time.  I don’t think I even knew when they started.  All I know is that about 6 minutes later I heard the best noise I have ever heard in my entire life, a loud rippling cry.  Then I heard the doctor say “wow that is a HUGE baby!”.   There you were, out in the world, I was dying to see you.   My husband got to see him first of course as they weighed him in, 8 pounds and 11 ounces.  No wonder you wouldn’t come out!  I kept saying “I want to see!” so they wrapped you up and gave you to Dad and Dad brought you over to me.  I couldn’t hold the baby yet so he just showed him to me.   I have to say, my first thought was “holy cone head”.  Seriously.  Poor kid tried so hard to come out he was just way to big!  But my SJ you were so beautiful.  I had tried to picture my entire pregnancy what you would look like and you just surpassed all my wildest imaginations.  You were and still are absolute perfection.  I was in shock and I was in love.



SJ.birth.6My husband had to quickly leave with the baby to get cleaned up.  His family had literally just arrived at the hospital when Steve, SJ, and one of the baby nurses whizzed by on the way to the nursery.  His family got to see him get cleaned up through the glass which must have been so cool.  While this was happening I was getting stitched back up while the doctors chatted about their days like I wasn’t even laying there.  It felt lonely to be left there, I wanted to be where the action was, where my baby was.


Once they finished sewing me back together, they moved me to a recovery area of the OR.  I kept saying over and over to the point of annoyance that I wanted to hold my baby. I was extremely worried that everyone was going to get to hold him before me.  I wanted to be on the first people to spend time with him and I also thought he might be scared since I am the only person he knew so far.  We had a bond that we formed over the past 9 months.  They informed me you aren’t supposed to hold the baby for an hour after surgery but I think I was so annoying they finally just said “fine get her the baby”. Ha!

Once they handed you to me, I didn’t put you down all night except for when you got your first diaper changed.  I slept with you in my arms.  Everyone thought I was crazy having surgery and holding a baby all night but I didn’t mind.  I stayed up all night just staring at you and loving you.  I felt an overwelming sense of motherly instinct.  You literally just know exactly what to do when someone hands you your baby, it is really quite cool.  You were my baby and I was going to protect you and love you.

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I won’t go into all my recovery details because the recovery was pretty rough.  Let’s just say I was terrified to even have to go to the bathroom. The thought of standing up and walking the 2 feet to the bathroom was so scary it would bring me to tears. I had a friend try to tell me that she left the hospital the next day after having a c-section and she is the biggest fattest liar.  No joke.  The recovery is intense and very painful.  The two most difficult things about having a c-section is the recovery and not being able to hold your baby the second he/she is born.  In the end it was all worth it to have my beautiful healthy baby boy. 


My Birth Story (Part 2)

Welcome to part 2 and day 3 of my birth story! Continued from part 1.

I woke up on Friday (my actual due date) feeling very optimistic.  Those pills had to have worked!  This baby is coming!  The nurse came in and checked me and still nothing.  Seriously!?! What the f?  We decided to wait for the doctor for the next steps.

The doctor came in around 9 am and we had to have the talk about plan C.  First she told me, listen you are making minimal progress so we have 2 options.  One, you can go home and we can just wait for this baby to make his debut on his own or two, we can stay here and get agressive.  I told her that I was on my 3rd day in the hospital, there was no way after going through all this and already being here that I was going to go home without my baby and just wait it out.  It was time to meet this little boy.  Plan C was to force me to 4 cm through a balloon type mechanism.  Then we would break my water but she reminded me that once we broke my water I was here to stay because once the water breaks you should really deliver within 24 hours.  I was all in.

She came back with her “it’s time to start dialating” device and excuse my language but HOLY SHIT did that hurt.  They hooked me back up to a high level of pectocin and it wasn’t too long before I was IN PAIN.  A lot of pain, oh so much pain.  The nurse looked like she wanted to cry just watching me practically cry in pain.  I tried to deal with it for a little bit.  I felt so much pressure like I had to poo so I spent most of my time in the bathroom.  I was so crampy and uncomfortable it was absolutely the worst thing ever.  We decided it was time for some drugs.  I didn’t want to go to the epidural just yet so we decided to give me some fetinol.  It only worked for roughly 10 minutes so they said they could keep giving you more about every 10-20 minutes.  I didn’t want to do this so I tried to tough it out as long as possible.  By this time I was crying.  I remember telling my husband “this is so terrible I am never ever doing this again, I can’t believe I did this”, to which he replied “you wanted to have a baby!”.  Poor guy was so clueless and had no idea what to do or say.  After getting the fetinol one or 2 other times, I decided it wasn’t even helping and I didn’t want to take drugs that wouldn’t do anything.  The contractions kicked up and I was in unbearable pain.  I said “it’s time, bring on the epidural”.  The nurse said no problem let me go see where the anthesologist is.

One of my friends had told me that sometimes you can wait a long time for an epidural if the anthesologist is in surgery.  Luckily this was not the case for me.  Thank the good lord above.  I literally could not handle it anymore.  For the past few months I had been watching “A Baby Story” every morning before work (and thoroughly freaking my husband out) and “Teen Mom”.  I know, I know- shameful.  When these moms got the epidural they made it seem like it really hurt to get it but let me tell you I was already in so much pain I didn’t feel the needle AT ALL.  It was funny the anthesologist was trying to talk to me about the “50 Shades of Grey” book I had seated next to my bed, but I was in no mood to chat.  I was like get that needle in me NOW sir.  He was trying to tell me what he was doing and I was like I don’t care, just do it already!  Then, relief at last.  I think I told him he was my best friend.

Now I felt great.  I was laughing, telling jokes, and even relaxing.  My husband even said “what is in that, maybe I want one!”. Ha!  I was back to feeling optimistic.  The doctor came in and I had made no progress past the 4 cm she forced me to so we decided to break my water.

Time came and went, family members came and went, the pectocin got set level after level higher.  Still no progress.  At about 7 pm at night on day 3 I was starting to have more pain as the epidural was not working it’s magic quite the way it was earlier.  A different  anthesologist came and gave me a 2nd epidural.  Yes this is how long it went on, I was on my second  anthesologist.  This time it was a much stronger dose and I literally could not feel my legs at all.  It was the wierdest feeling not being able to even lift one leg.  I wasn’t a fan but at least I wasn’t in pain.

An hour later the baby started to decline slightly so they put me on oxygen.  Now I was starting to feel defeated, tired, and worried about the baby.  I lay there not feeling my legs with an oxygen mask on my face.  This was not my idea of a good time.

Finally at about 9:20 pm on day 3 when the nurse came in to check on me I felt dispaired.  I asked her how much longer we were going to let this go on.  The plan was just to keep checking me every 4 hours but I thought am I going to be still sitting here with no progress at 3 am???  The nurse replied, “are you asking for a c-section?”  I told her that I was asking for what the doctor thinks is best but that I was starting to feel at the end of my rope.  She said she would call the doctor to see what she wanted to do.

My Birth Story (Part 1)

Even though my son is now 1, I still thought I would share my birth story. Not because I think I might forget (I don’t think I could ever forget), but more because my birth story is highly unusual and involved several medical interventions. I love reading everyone else’s birth stories but they usually always talk about a fear of medical intervention as part of their birthing plan. I hope that by sharing my story, I can provide another perspective. With that said, here we go!

SJ’s due date was Friday June 22, 2012 (the day he was actually born ironically). I went to my doctor’s office on Monday June 18 for a regular checkup. When they checked my blood pressure it was through the roof. I could see that they were slightly concerned by the expressions on the doctor and nurse’s faces. Just to back up a little bit, I should mention that I had just moved about a week before, doing a lot of the moving and all of the packing myself. My husband had just opened a State Farm office and was having a stressful time dealing with that and I was working from home at that point so I just handled it. It is also true Laura nature to try and do everything myself. Once we got to our new house, I was in desperate nesting mode and insisted on getting almost everything unpacked before the baby came. My feet were so swollen from standing all day that I could barely walk at the end of the night. It was June, so it also started to get really hot and my legs started to swell as well. I actually went for an emergency doctor’s appointment the Saturday before as well because my legs were swollen to my knees. All in all, I was done being pregnant and my body was starting to agree. So back to the doctor’s office; the doctor asked me if I rushed in or if there could be another reason my blood pressure was so high. Truth be told, I was starting to get really nervous about labor and delivery and I have a history of anxiety. I also knew I wanted to ask about the possibility of inducing, so I think all of that had a lot to do with it. We took my blood pressure again at the end of the visit and it went down, but was still a little high. When we went to her office I asked about inducing and she said since we were so close to my due date and I was having swelling and blood pressure issues she was okay with that. She called over and made me an appointment for Wednesday June 20th at 6pm to check in to the hospital.

I remember driving over to my husband’s office to tell him and my eyes were filled with tears. I was SO nervous. I was excited but mostly nervous and a little scared. I should also mention now that I did not have a birth plan. I knew I wanted the epidural. I don’t do well with pain at all, so I was not planning to give a natural birth. It wasn’t about if I would get an epidural but more how soon are you allowed to get an epidural for me. Pair my anxiety, nervousness, and fear with my low tolerance for pain and that is how I came up with my “birth plan”. I arrive at my husband’s office, wobbled up the stairs and shakily told him that this baby is going to be coming on Wednesday. Boy was I mistaken, but more on that later.

The next two days I could barely concentrate. The anticipation was killing me. I was trying to get the last things in line before we came back home with this baby and I also wanted to spend a lot of time with my 4 fur babies. Wednesday finally arrived. I had had my hospital bag packed for weeks now, I was a little over the top about being prepared for the baby. I took a shower and did my hair and make-up. I wanted to look pretty for when I met my baby! I had heard from friends that once you check into the hospital you aren’t allowed to eat so I made myself a big pasta dinner before we left. I literally had to force feed myself, I was way too nervous for food. I gave my dogs lots of kisses, loaded up the car and we were on our way to the hospital.

Once we arrived I tried to remain upbeat. They quickly checked us in and got us into a room. Luckily they had one open and ready to go. We walked into this huge labor room. It wasn’t at all like the ones we saw during the hospital tour it was so much better. We were pretty excited about this. I changed into one of the hospital gowns my close friend made for me and the nurse came in to get me started. She took my blood pressure first while she asked me why I was being induced. Once she saw my blood pressure she knew why I was there – it was high again. Damn nerves. The more we got to talking and getting to know one another I quickly calmed down and my blood pressure remained normal the rest of my time in the hospital.

I think I must have blacked out when the doctor told me the plan for Wed night because I thought I was going to be on Pitocin during the night and then have a baby in the morning like bam. The real plan was to give me a medication to soften my cervix overnight and THEN start me on Pitocin in the morning and go from there. I had my husband and family all ready and excited so we quickly told them they could all relax as it would be awhile. My husband went out and got us a really nice dinner to go which I did eat as my nerves subsided. We then went to bed to the sound of lots of beeping monitors.

The next morning I was ready. Game time. The doctor came in and checked my cervix and there were minimal changes to my cervix and I still wasn’t dilated at all but none the less we decided to continue on with the plan and get started with some Pitocin. It was a very low dose so I could barely feel contractions. They gradually pumped it up and I still could not really feel contractions. Every once in a while I could, but nothing like I had been reading about. Hours went by with periodic checks from the nurses and still no progress. I was starting to feel discouraged. I thought this baby would be here already!

The doctor came back and we decided to move to plan B. We were going to take me off of the Pitocin, give me a different cervix medication in a pill form. I would take one around 7 P.M and another around 2 A.M. (or something like that, I just remember 2 pills). At this point I decided to send my husband home. He was uncomfortable and there was no sense in making him sleep there another night when nothing was going to happen. I wanted him to go home, be with the dogs, relax and get a good night sleep. I settled in by myself to watch a little girl TV and read a book. I eventually fell asleep and was later woken up to take my second pill. Then it was back to sleep.

Why I am a working (out of the home) mom


This seems to be the debate or the century. I would like to preface this by saying I use the term “working out of the home” because I do believe that being a stay at home mom is a job and I also know that a lot of moms have careers where they work from home. I aspire to be one of these two types of moms one day. This is one of the most difficult decisions of mommyhood and it always comes with great scrutiny. Even though it is not necessary, I always find myself needing to defend my family’s decision to have a working (out of the home) mom.

The number one reason why I work outside the home is well, because I have to. My husband is an insurance agent who is doing a phenomenal job but it is hard. We have had to deal with a lot of obstacles over the course of his career; changing companies, opening an office, closing an office, etc. It is difficult to not receive a base salary and be 100% commission. In addition to not having a steady paycheck, this is a career that does not provide health benefits and paid time off to name a few. I am so proud of my husband and he truly is amazing at what he does but it is hard to get the rest of the world to see that. Due to this our family needs a steady paycheck, health benefits, and stock options to survive. I am fortunate enough that I have a great job that provides these things. My job is also amazing because since I have been there for 6 years, I have earned flexibility. This is a feature that would be impossible to give up given all the balls I have in the air at once.

Aside from this, I sometimes think if I could stay home full-time, would I?

I personally have fears of not being able to support my family if something were to ever happen. I take great pride in the fact that I have completely supported myself for many years. I worry that if I were to lose my business skills by not working and god forbid something were to happen to the bread-winner, I would be stranded. Even though we have plenty of life insurance, I just like to know that I would be able to take care of my family just fine.

As much as I don’t like to admit this, it is also nice to go to work and spend time with other adults talking about adult things. I also really enjoy learning and challenging myself.

One of our family goals is to eventually get to a point where I can work part-time. We think it would be best if I could continue to work to some capacity to contribute to the household. Part time would be perfect, a little bit of everything always makes everyone happy. I should also mention that if you think the mom gets a lot of flack for working outside the home, the dad gets it just as bad. People are always asking my husband if “he feels bad that his wife can’t stay at home” or “don’t you want your wife to stay home and raise your children?” Comments like this are probably just as hurtful to him as they are when I get them. We are doing the best we can for our family and it’s working. I think this contributes to it being important to him that I eventually stay home part-time.

One of my personal life goals is to start my own business. I have been dreaming up ideas for my own business since I was a little girl. True story. I have several really good ideas but I just have a hard time finding the time or the place to get them started. Hopefully one day I will be able to report on here of a business started by Laura. That would be my perfect world. Then I could stay home with SJ and have a business I could be proud of.

Until then, this girl will continue to dream and love her family.

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Our 4th of July


We had the best 4th of July this year. It was times like this that make me so glad we moved where we did. Last year we moved across a bridge to a different part of the bay area away from our friends and family and had a bit of a difficult time adjusting. We finally feel like we have found our place. It helps that we have great neighbors and keep meeting other young families like us. Suburban family life is fitting us well.

We went to a pool party at our neighbors parent’s house around the corner from us. It was a hot day and (gasp!) I actually jumped in the pool! I put my issues with my weight aside for the day and had a blast swimming with my little boy. He is definitely a water baby. Adding to my confidence is the fact that I have actually started to lose more weight recently. I have been working really hard, working out every day and eating mostly well. Anyways we had a nice BBQ and headed home for a short nap.


Later in the evening, we went to the street behind us which was having a block party with fireworks. SJ LOVED the fireworks. He seriously had so much fun, he was laughing and just mesmerized by the fireworks. There were also like 4-5 illegal firework shows around us so we got to see a sky show as well.

In other news, on our family walk on Wednesday night, we found a little stray dog. I haven’t really touched on the fact that we have 4 dogs yet, but yes we have 4 dogs so you can imagine the thoughts going through my head when we found this little adorable dog. Obviously we can’t keep him, right? I have such a hard time because I have this syndrome that I want to save everyone. I have to realize I can’t save all the dogs, I just can’t. I really wish I could though. So anyways, we took this little dog in and since it was a holiday the animal shelter was closed so we had him for 2 days. The dogs were started to get used to him and he was an awesome dog. When we put up LOST signs and didn’t hear anything I was started to get worried. Luckily, when the shelter opened on Friday we found out that he is chipped and had a family to which we returned him to. We think he might have enjoyed being with us, but it is not our place to judge his home and family. We sincerely hope he is happy.

We named him Chief, but his real name is Ziggy

We named him Chief, but his real name is Ziggy

On a side note, did you know that the day after the 4th of July is the day that the most dogs get turned into the animal shelter? They get spooked from the fireworks and run away. So sad. Let’s hope they all get returned back to their (hopefully) loving families.

Happy birthday America! We had quite a time celebrating you.

SJ- 12 months

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Well my boy, we made it. You are 1 big guy. And a big guy you are! We had a lovely party to celebrate but more on that later.

Weight: 23 pounds

Height: 30.5 inches

Milestones: Walking! Yes my dear you walk. You started walking about a week or so before your first birthday and now you are off. We are also now transitioning you to whole milk and you sure do love that. (Blessed we are.) You are still eating pretty much everything, mama is so proud. Hopefully we can continue this. New favorites are tomatoes, grapes, and bread. The bread kills me because it is a reminder that you are definitely my child.

Favorites: Playing outside. You always sneak out there to play in your ball pit, with your water table, or disassemble your dad’s outdoor lights (this drives him crazy). You still love music and you got a music kit for your birthday that you are over the moon about. Our neighbor taught you how to beat box so you do that while dancing you are too cute for words. You like to walk, laugh, and play with your dogs. You love your mom and dad. You have started to come find me and grab onto my leg (*heart melt*). You give hugs, kisses, and LOVE your blanket.

Dislikes: Diaper changes. You still run for the hills. Being told no or asked to come inside. Pretty much anything that ruins your day.

Oh little boy you are a toddler now. We are having so much fun and you have to be the most loved boy on the planet.

I love you so much,


*Disclaimer: One of these days I will actually write an SJ update on his day of birth the 22nd. 🙂


I am 30


Yesterday I turned 3o. 30 folks. I am in denial, but I am not. Does that make sense? 30 feels like a big number, a really big number. However then I start thinking about everything I have achieved. I am college educated with a great job, married, homeowner, and most importantly a mother. I have accomplished a lot in 30 years. It still feels so odd to be entering a new decade. Am I wiser? Possibly. Am I started to feel “aged”? Absolutely. I find myself staring in the mirror and realizing things are changing and moving if you will. Ug. This also inspires me to get in better shape and knock the next decade on its ass.

I had a lovely day yesterday. My husband took me out to a really nice lunch and my co-workers had a celebration for me at work. Nothing can compare to when I picked SJ up though. The daycare “helped” him make me the most amazing gift I have ever received (pictured above). My heart just melted and overflowed with love. Suddenly everything became very clear.

Birthdays are not about presents, parties, and getting old. They are about celebrating your life with loved ones. It is easy to expect a lot on your special day and subsequently getting disappointed. Something about this picture just made me realize that I already have the best present anyone could ask for, my son.

Growing up my parents used to always say they didn’t need gifts for holidays but just a day of quality time together. I never used to believe them. I thought they were just saying this so we would save our money or not feel obligated to find a great gift. Now I know they were telling the truth. Nothing means more to a parent then their child’s love. Just a day of smiles, laughs and love that is all this mama ever wants.