On Monday I went on a tennnnsyyy weeensyyy little rant about moms and showers and self care. It opened up so many amazing conversations about what we consider “self care” in 2020 motherhood & I loved hearing your thoughts. To me? Showers are NOT self care.

It’s very me of me to forget National Son Day. Or is that today? Lucky for me— everyday is National Son day here in our house! I’ve never felt happier to be a #BoyMama!

I have to admit. This wasn’t what I had in mind for a post today; but as life would have it— God puts words in our heart to share. So I’ll share those thoughts today over my Sunday coffee.

Today, a really good friend reminded me just how very, very small our problems can be.

You know how they say parents don’t take vacations? This couldn’t be anymore true.

Four sweet, whole weeks with you Elijah Thomas. 4 weeks of snuggles, midnight cries, bleedy nips and adorable dimples.

Quick question. Is a baby a month old on the 4th week of their birth date or the date of the next month after they were born? I can juggle a lot of things, like running a house, a business and mounds of laundry— but my brain is too fried for this question. What’s your take? When am I supposed to post his first monthly picture? This Saturday (week 4 since birth)? Or on the actual 22nd?

When I became a mama, I had no idea just how many things I was going to have to learn. All the decisions we have to make as parents seem daunting at first. Some are trivial— like diaper bags, nursery decor or sweet little baby shoes. Some, are much more important decisions. Decisions that require us to research, ask questions, discuss options. For me & Thomas, choosing a probiotic for Elijah was a lot like that.

We didn’t know anything about baby gut health with Sebastian. Thanks to my amazing mom friends, I now know it’s one those things we did needed to look into!

Something about low fluids, your heart slowing down with my contractions. A lot of doctor talk, but all I cared about was holding you in my arms.

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. ⁣Sometimes it looks like nipples from a movie murder scene. Sometimes it looks like a smooth transition. Sometimes it means sitting in a shower, crying, wondering if you’ll make a good mother. And sometimes it looks like pure joy. ⁣

I’m not a regular mom. I’m a cool mom. And cool mom crafts include a little toddler body art.⁣ Could we consider this an art piece Sebastian dedicated to his little brother?

A little closer to meeting little brother. A little closer to sharing attention, sharing love, toys, time... and a little closer to a whole new way of life. ⁣ …

I don’t know who told this kid he could grow up, be so handsome and have such a 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣

I’m laughing entirely too much right now. 😭 Any mom who uses the phrase “𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭” when describing their child really means —

Hospital bag must haves! 

𝗪𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. 🥪 ⁣ ⁣

I’ve been mentioning the last couple of weeks that Sebastian is going through some serious growth spurts that include food strikes on some days and complete ravishes the next. It’s the oddest thing. Totally normal, come to find out! ⁣ ⁣

𝗪𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩! ⁣ ⁣

Last night I sent out a special email exclusively to my over 120+ private coaching clients with a little update on baby’s arrival but I figured I would share here too! ⁣ ⁣ Scheduling your consulting time is currently 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠!

A long weekend for sure! We took Sebas on his first ever golfing 🏌️ adventure and aside from the smoldering Georgia heat— we had such a good time. We’re still working on understanding how Daddy hits the ball so far, and why we don’t have to chase after it. 

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 🎶...⁣ ⁣

It’s NOT #YouTube.. 🤣 or at least not at the moment anyway. I really wanted to share how much I’m genuinely loving all my new @beautycounter goodies with a fun GRWM video (#GetReadyWithMe—a new term I learned from a beauty niche client of mine 🙃)

Today I was thinking about it means to be a “𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦”. A woman not defined just by my words or my actions, not defined by motherhood or marriage, by wife duties, university degrees or crushing pregnancy losses. A woman who feels pain, and so much happiness, daughter of divorce, an immigrant, person of color. An entrepreneur, a writer, a friend. A cesarean mom, a breast feeding mom, formula mom, an enneagram 8, an activist, a dog mom. A screamer, a goal digger, a damn hard worker. ⁣ ⁣ 

𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲. ⁣ ⁣ 

This little curly-headed fu** is cutting molars (I like to refer to them as vampire fangs in the back). It’s been a delicate balance of keeping our patience, and not wanting to run away but also loving the sweet snuggles (when they are wanted). ⁣ ⁣