Six Confessions of a Boy Mom

Boy moms are their own unique breed of mom. We deal with the dirty, the bloody, and messy, but also the hugs, the kisses, and the snuggles.

Boy moms are our own special breed of moms. We’re forced to adapt early-on, when that first stream of pee comes shooting straight up at us. Now listen, I’m all for kicking gender stereotypes to the curb – my son can wear all the pink and purple he fancies, watch all the Disney princess movies, and play with all the dolls and “pretty things” he so pleases. But the fact is, boys are just inherently different. It’s in their DNA, and there’s no stopping it. Continue Reading

Why You Should Listen to That Voice in Your Head

It's hard to trust in God's timing, and to listen to Him when He's telling us what to do. But this story proves why sometimes it's necessary to put all our trust and faith in Him, and let go!

If infertility has taught me anything, it’s that I am not in control. Of anything. Ever. And just when I start to think I am in control, I get knocked back to down to size.

This is one of those stories.

My husband and I had been talking about maybe, sort of, possibly, looking into trying for a second baby. Our embryo storage bill was looming in the next few months, serving as a big, expensive reminder that our future babies were there, just waiting for us.

“I’m just not ready,” I kept thinking.

“But it’s time,” a voice in my head kept responding. Continue Reading

Proof That You Can Always Call Your Dad for Help

Dads are awesome. You can ALWAYS call your dad for help, no matter how ridiculous the situation may (or may NOT) be, and he'll come running to save the day.

So, one day last week, I was just living my life, trying to take care of (aka, survive) the toddler and get through another mealtime, when something terrible happened. Something that knocked me off my feet, and that I knew would require the big guns – aka, my dad. 

And because dads are awesome, he came running. That’s right, at 30 years old, with a kid of my own, I can still call my daddy when I’m in need, and he’ll still come save the day (no matter how ridiculous my request may or may not be). 

I thought the trauma of the situation was behind me, but apparently, I was wrong. Unfortunately (for me), my dad is an epically good writer, and he decided to write a guest post so he could humiliate me forever – because that’s what dads do. 

So with that, enjoy your laugh at my expense for the day: Continue Reading

A Salute to Moms of Tiny Babies

Moms of tiny babies have it rough. Weight checks, reflux, anxiety galore... here's to you, tiny baby moms!

When someone gives birth to a huge baby, everyone is all sympathies — “oh that poor mom” — but when someone gives birth to a tiny baby, it’s the exact opposite. The most common response I got to my 5… Continue Reading

10 Essential Items for Mom Survival

These 10 items are absolutely essential for mom survival. Motherhood is hard work, but these 10 must-have things will make toddler or baby mom's life much easier!

I’ll be the first to admit that #MomLife is HARD. Like, way harder than I anticipated.

I mean, I obviously never expected it to be easy. But I didn’t know it would be this hard.

Like, dig-yourself-out-of-cement-with-a-plastic-fork hard.

But in my 18 months of experience (read: not very much), I’ve picked up a few essential tools for survival. The jackhammer to your plastic fork. These are the 10 items I actually couldn’t survive motherhood without: Continue Reading