Do I Like One Child More than the Other?


This morning was a quiet morning. Which isn’t normally how it goes, is it?

Usually we’re all rushing around making breakfast, getting dressed, and bribing the children to eat. We’re drinking cold coffee in a feeble attempt to not feel like we only got the little sleep that we did the night before. One child on one hip, another one cries because they don’t like the shirt they picked out the night before.


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The Downsides to Breastfeeding


Breastfeeding. It’s a topic that every mother seems to have an opinion on, and is eager to share their opinions with one another. A topic that can turn happy, calm mommy groups into raging, throwing punches left and right angry mom wars. Where the sanctimommies come out of the wood works eager to tell you why your opinion on the subject is wrong, and theirs is right. *insert eye roll*

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Fisher-Price Sit-Me-Up Chair

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As parents, we’re inundated with baby gear from the get go; most of the products are large, taking up a ton of space and only used for a short time frame. Half of them we barely use and end up wondering why the heck we purchased them in the first place.

Well friends, let me tell y’all about something I just discovered thanks to a large (online) group of friends of mine: the Fisher-Price Sit-Me-Up Chair. To say I’m in love is an understatement, and I want to share that love with you!

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Well, here we are!


Heyo friends!!!

Have you had your morning cup of coffee yet today? I sure hope so. Better yet, I hope you were able to enjoy a warm cup of coffee, which we all know in a moms world is the equivalent of winning the dang lottery. Hey someones gotta win, right? I hope it was you πŸ™‚ Random thought. I feel like moms who manage to scarf down warm coffee have their life together. Now moms who eat breakfast, those moms REALLY have their shit together. If eating a mini pancake off the floor from my kid throwing it down counts as breakfast, my mom game is on point (isn’t that what the kids say these days?). Or if hiding in my closet with a spoon full of peanut butter and semi-warm coffee counts as breakfast, I’m definitely mommin’ the crap out of this adventure called Motherhood.

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