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November 2017


    Location: Waste deep in Diapers

    Is it just me, or did 2017 really whoosh on by? I know 2016, for many of us felt as though it dragged on and on, but this year, my goodness, I didn’t want a year in fast forward! But as I’m always telling the kiddos, “You get what you get and you don’t make a fuss.” But, in relation to all that, Harlow babe is about to be 19 months old in a few weeks here, and I’m holding on to the baby stage fiercely. Will this be my last babe? I don’t know, and that has me holding onto him in each stage for as long as possible.

    I’ll always remember being so excited for the day when I wouldn’t have to diaper any longer. I was so excited when Luca became potty trained, and of course shortly after he was, Harlow joined us. Such is life. But this time, around, I honestly haven’t minded it one bit. Diapers are a part of my routine, and I don’t really think twice about it, it’s just what I do. I don’t even long for the day Harlow is potty trained, I just want to revel in the present moment, allowing each of my children to hit their milestones at their own pace, and, I, doing my very best to enjoy the process. Read more



    Happy belated Thanksgiving. I hope yours was as wonderful as ours was. This year has had me thinking, as it comes to a close. This has been one of our most trying years yet–In family, marriage, finances, self, and raising babies. No complaints here, just observations. I have so much to write about in regards to each of these subjects, but in reflection, I honestly am not sure if there has been a year I’ve felt more thankful, despite everything. I have my health, I have my boys, and we all have a home with food on the table. So many times, I have caught myself stressing over what is going wrong…debt, due bills, schedule conflicts, body image etc…all the little annoyances that can creep their way into our day to day. Something switched along the way. I began attending therapy regularly again (more on this soon), and I began to allow myself to be unapologetically vulnerable to those closest to me–still working on stretching that vulnerability further outward. I began to control my thoughts a bit more, and change my mindset to “I get to…” rather than “I have to…” In just the tiniest changes like those, I really began to feel a gratitude I never really felt before, sure, I’ve always been thankful, but this year I am truly beholden. I’m beholden to this family of mine, this life I have been given, and to the heavens above. Like the old saying goes, “We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.”  Sending some of my overflowing gratitude to each of you who have so graciously spent your time here, with me, with us. This platform still proves to be one of my favorite places in this entire world. It’s my sacred journal, and I’m just so glad I decided to click publish all those years ago. I’m just not sure how I got so lucky, but I couldn’t be more appreciative that I did.



    As fun as this was to put together, I cannot tell you how happy it makes me to know that it is done. I feel like men’s stocking stuffers are always the most difficult to come up with. I can come up with a million and one women’s & children’s ideas but every year it’s this one that stumps me, taking up my whole night. That being said, I hope you find this helpful and time-saving when you start to gift hunt for the men in your lives. I’m sure the ball cream won’t be making its way into your dad’s stocking, but you get the idea! Read more



    Location: Santa's Workshop

    Okay, is it a bit early to be posting this? I’d say no. I’m one of the most scatter brain people out there, and the last two years, I’ve completed all my Christmas shopping by December 1st. You know what that means? It means, I can thoroughly enjoy and be present in the season, and I love nothing more. Try it just once, and I promise you, your perspective will be completely transformed, and you’ll never return to the Holiday rat race that seems to become of December. So I’m doing segments this year, stocking stuffers for him, her, and littles, a few gift ideas for your loved ones, and all before December 1, so stay tuned!

    I’m always struggling to find small ideas for stockings that are not the norm (chapstick, dollar store finds, gift cards, etc.) those are all great, and will still make way into our stockings, but you should balance them out with a few luxury items as well. I didn’t intend for this guide to be a purchase all and fill your stocking, although, if I found all of these things in my stocking  don’t think I’d even look under the tree! I just compiled some of the finer things in life so you could treat yourself, cause you deserve it! At least that’s what I tell myself, and I genuinely think I do. I work hard, ya know? Make the jump to learn a bit more about why I picked each piece, and let me know if I missed anything you live and die by! I need more ideas too! 

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    Location: GRANNY'S HOUSE

    This is a sponsored conversation written by me on behalf of The J.M. Smucker Company. The opinions and text are all mine. I’m partnering with Folgers® at Walmart through the Share A Cup & A Story campaign, to celebrate new and old holiday traditions.

    It’s been 9 long years. Nearly 9 years since I last saw my mama. There isn’t a day that passes, nor has passed that I don’t think about her. I’ve never really talked about it openly in this space, only touching on it here and there, speaking of it casually, because anything more in depth is just too hard for me, even after 9 years. With her 9th anniversary fast approaching, I think I might actually be ready to share her story with you, share my story of her, but for now, I’ll say only this…It isn’t just the glorification of having passed away, but she was the most pivotal role model I ever did have, and every day I miss that. Luckily for me, I have my grandmother, or “Granny,” as everyone knows her. Granny is an angel on earth. If it weren’t for her and the female void she’s made such a beautiful effort to fill over the years, I’m not quite sure where I’d be as a woman, a mother, a human being. When I published my first book, it was devoted to her, for so many reasons. I find comfort in her, a contagious love, and a nearly overbearing sense of home.

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