Oh, wait...

Hello, October...

Oh, wait, it isn't October.  Basically this has been my life for the last three weeks.  Wait, what day is it?  Are you SURE it isn't October?  I've been living in a whirlwind of crazy being fueled by copious amounts of coffee, hashtag mommafuel.   Why I thought I would keep up with blogging while  moving/working/wifing/mothering/friending is beyond me (you knew it wasn't going to happen, didn't you?) .  I had so many things to ramble about.  However, every night when the day was over and the house was quiet I was passed out before the laptop even turned on.  True story.

There have been so many changes in the last three weeks.  Yet, we have been so busy that I haven't had a chance to sit and reflect (I fall asleep before my head even hits the pillow).  We moved, we celebrated my future sister-in-law's bridal shower, we had a first birthday party to attend, and we get to shower one of our favorite people and her future baby next Saturday.  We've dealt with melt-downs, tantrums, and teething (will the teething EVER end?).  I've cried, and laughed, and chopped off all my hair (I did!); and I stayed up till three in the morning this past Saturday (insert wide-eyed emoji here).  September, you have kept me on my toes, I have the dark circles to prove it.  Now, all I need is a day in pajamas; scratch that, a week in pajamas.

We are mostly settled in and normalcy is slowly creeping in (at a snail's pace).  And even though Fall is nonexistent in South Florida, I find myself giddy at the thought of temperatures below 100 degrees fahrenheit.

The kitchen is clean, the babe is in bed (she's been asleep since before eight), and it is only ten o'clock.  I've eaten about a dozen cookie butter cups and don't even feel bad about it.  It is officially the last day of summer and I can say without a doubt that this summer was one for the books.  Now let me get my tush in bed (I think I may get more than seven hours and I am ECSTATIC, #momlife).

peace out.

Ren

You Know You're a Momma When...

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You Know You're a Momma When...

Welcome to the second installment of "You Know You're a Momma When..."   Should you feel inclined, you may read the first installment here.  Think about a day where you were really exhausted, now multiply that by a bajillion and three, plus two.  That is motherhood.  

This mom thing, well, it ain't for the faint-of-heart.  But when I think about the days before jumping on the crazy train, I feel a massive void.  This little girl has filled my life with so much happiness, so much joy, so much love (and so much crazy) that I could not fathom life without her. It has also provided for quite the entertainment.  When I start to think that things cannot get any wonkier, they do.

Without further ado, you know you're a momma when...

(1)  You can carry on a serious conversation about poop, boogers, and vomit without batting an eye.  In the course of a year I have been exposed to more bodily fluids than my almost 30 years of life on Earth.  Pooped on?  Yes.  Peed on?  Yes.  Puked on?  Yes.  I've also picked my daughter's boogers while eating spaghetti (No shame).  Needless to say, n-o-t-h-i-n-g grosses you out.  

(2)  You have bruises up and down your legs from bumping into furniture in the middle of the night.  For some reason I think I can navigate in pitch-dark with my eyes closed.  For the record, I can't.  I've got the bruise(s) to prove it.  Still, I do this every morning around 5 AM when Liv wakes up to nurse.  I-just-don't-learn.

(3)  Your idea of a wild Friday night is pizza, wine, clean pajamas, and sleeping past midnight.  Actually, who the 'eff am I kidding I can't make it past ten.  And, honestly, I'm not complaining.  (I also wrote about this before, but #mombrain)

(4)  What you really want for your birthday is to sleep past 8 AM in a blacked out room, with the air conditioner set at 74 degrees fahrenheit, and someone to bring you waffles and coffee around the clock at the snap of your finger (or the ring of a bell, or a scream,whatever works).  

(5)  Your toddler looks like she could have jumped out of a Baby Gap catalog when you haven't brushed your hair in three days because #priorities. 

(6) You sit down and think, "Finally, relaxation!" only to remember that you haven't emptied out your daughter's lunchbox, and you've already turned on the dishwasher, and you're too tired to hand wash them.  Oh-em-gee.

You know you're a momma when you are a permanent passenger of the 'Hot Mess Express' and all you've got to say about it is, "Choo! Choo!"

Come back next week for the next installment of "You Know You're a Momma When..." and if you have your own crazy story, please share!

xx

Happy Tuesday!

Happy Tuesday, first day of September, and the day where I hopefully get this blog back on track (That was a mouthful!).

So, let's catch up on the last few months, shall we?  If I were to fill you in on all the nitty-gritty details, we'd be here for a few hours (With the way I explain things, maybe a few days).  You don't want that, I don't have the time for that, so the the short version it is. And, here-we-go...

In June we smothered our favorite guy with lots of love. We flew to St. Thomas to celebrate his 30th birthday. It was our first big family trip and the first time our munchkin was on a plane (More on that later). We had way too much fun, but we were definitely ready to come home towards the end. 

In July we celebrated a certain little munchkin's first birthday.   Yes, you read that right, FIRST BIRTHDAY!  How we went from infant to toddler in the blink of an eye is absolutely beyond me.  It was a small, quaint, lovely celebration.  We surrounded our little girl with wonderful friends and showered her with love.  I'll share some photos later.

We also made it (Successfully, in my humble opinion) through our first year of parenting. It was both the hardest and the most wonderful 365 days of my life. I am not the mother I expected to be and that is perfectly fine. There are days where I struggle but I just keep on going. I love being a mother, it humbles me and inspires me. Becoming a mother has made me stronger, better, and more grateful than ever.

We sold our house and bought a new house.  Yes, in the midst of planning a first birthday we bought a house.  Even though there is a part of me that tears up at the thought of leaving our old home, our new home is perfect for us.  I hope that the new owners of our old house love it as much as we do.  It will forever hold a special place in my heart.  It was the first house we lived in as a married couple and the home we welcomed our daughter.  Liv's first room and many of her firsts were all celebrated in the old house.  Yet, I know that the new house is going to bring us more happiness, more laughter, and more joy.  We are so excited for this new adventure (Except for moving, I am dreading the moving).

There has been of course, many, many other occurrences. But, for the sake of your attention, we will finish it here. This weekend is the big move.  Labor Day weekend four years ago was when we moved into our first house. It's funny how it worked out this way. I sense that it means lots of good things. 

See you tomorrow? Yes and yes!

xx