Lovely TV: Game of Thrones

I know, at this rate I’ll be posting every 4 months. When you’re editing and writing parenting content all day and reading tons of it for your job, it’s hard to feel inspired to write even more. But, onwards.

Can someone who’s a “Game of Thrones” fan explain the appeal of it to me? I’m attempting, rather poorly, to catch up to my husband and am just entering Season 2. I read the first book and the first season seemed pretty much what I remember reading many many moons ago. But it all just seems like the same thing over and over again.

Let me sum it up for you: Boobs, naked prostitute, family fights, sad people in the desert, evil incestuous queen, sad people in the snow, more naked ladies (where are the naked MEN, people?!), gross tween king whose mom clearly did not practice attachment parenting, awkward-looking sexual encounters,, candles, wall, weird creepy dragons, beheadings. Oh, there’s a wolf in there somewhere too. Did I capture it?

So tell me, is it worth continuing or should I just cut my losses?

Maybe this sums it up better than I can:

Happy Monday!

Lovely Toy Review: Razor Mini Mod Scooter

The Razor Jr. Mini Mod Scooter is a chic little (emphasis on the “little”) electric scooter for toddlers. It has a seat they can sit on and a little foot pedal they press to get it going and zooms off at speeds up to 2 mph. Much more reasonably sized (and priced) than those electric car counterparts, my 4-year-old had a complete blast riding up and down our street and her 18-month-old sister is dying to have a turn herself one day. That said, there are some things parents should know about this scooter if they’re considering this purchase.

Features I Love: This thing is sloooooow. Like 2 mph slow. When we first took the scooter out for a test drive, Grandma was all freaked out about how fast that would be and worried about a possible tumble. Well, a few minutes after seeing exactly what 2 mph looks like on this thing, and all her fears were assuaged. Seriously, they WALK faster than the scooter. It’s almost comical. And I really appreciate the on/off switch on the back for when her little sister tries to climb on and push the pedal (granted, that makes her very mad.)…

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There, and Back Again


I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again – 2014 is kicking my ass. In the span of 8 gone-in-the-blink-of-an-eye months, I feel like I’ve experienced most of the major life events at once. I had a baby, lost a job, bought our first house, found a new job a few weeks later, moved with an infant and toddler (yes, we’re insane), lost my lovely and wonderful mom and celebrated Little Miss turning 3 a week later. Just writing that out makes me feel exhausted all over again. 

But you know what, life goes on. 

And through all this I have been floored by the kindness of friend and strangers and the resilience of the human body  who, even on just a handful of broken hours of sleep a night, just keeps on moving, one foot in front of the other. Because sometimes you just don’t have a choice. 

I finally feel like I’m coming through on the other side, and feel the winds of “normal” (or whatever that means) seeping back into life again, and it feels good. Great, even. Sure, there will always be moments that catch me by surprise and the grief comes back again, but, for the most part, I’m still standing and thriving… and ready to start writing again.

Now if only the Littlest Miss could stop waking up at 5:30am. Baby steps, right?

* A lovely friend sent me a sweet package with one of those box signs printed with the above quote on it, which I love. Thank you again!


Lovely Baby: A Day in the Life…

This post is mainly for posterity so that one day if I perhaps have baby fever again, I can look back and go, NO. (I kid, I kid.)

4:30am – Baby awake, has broken out of Miracle Blanket, and we all know that once one arm is free, it’s over! Bring her into bed with me in desperation.

6:30am – Alarm goes off. Wait, didn’t I just fall back asleep? Agh.

7:00am – Nursing the baby as I hear the toddler yelling, “Mooooom, the sun is awake!” over and over and over. Tough luck kiddo, you’re just gonna have to wait. 

7:00am-8:00am – Utter chaos as we rush to get dressed, change baby and toddler (one day I will have the energy to potty train, I swear), gather together all my essentials (purse, pump, bottle parts, laptop, ahhh!) and rush out the door.

8-8:45am – Commute to work while I pump. I’m always terrified of being pulled over and having to reveal what’s under the cover. I am ravenous and my mouth feels as dry as the Sahara, but ahhh… at last some alone time.

9-5pm – Work aka “me time”. Realize I have milk stains on my pants and spit up on my shirt. Oh well. That’s what jackets are for. Finally get to eat some semblance of breakfast at 10am. Dread pumping every. single. day. It never gets easier, just more annoying. The day flies by most of the time. 

5-6pm – Race home. 

6pm-8pm (that’s on a good day) – Chaos again as we rush to get dinner on the table, kids fed, sometimes bathed, in PJs, and in bed. 

8pm-10pm – The toddler did NOT feel like going to bed tonight. Neither did the baby. Crap. Back and forth from girl to girl. Head wants to explode, I’m so tired. 

10pm-midnight – Get the baby down. Wash pump parts, bottles, dishes, etc. How is there SO much stuff to wash everyday?! Get everything ready for tomorrow. Maybe squeeze in a shower if I’m feeling extra motivated – I’m probably not. Too exhausted to even want to watch TV. Finally, at long last…time for bed. Praying the baby does not wake up at 2am and 4:30am like she did the night before. 

Rinse and repeat. At least I get to wake up to this:



Happy almost Friday, ya’ll!

Lovely Tuesday: Mom Life in the Car

Popping out of blog hibernation right now to share a quick snapshot of my life right now. Parked in a car on the side of the road in a random neighborhood because I was trying to get the toddler to take a car nap before a doctors appointment and the baby started stirring. Quickly took baby out of car seat to nurse in front where she promptly fell asleep, and by the grace of God the toddler is still asleep! And so is my arm… #winning


More Lovely Pregnancy Brain

Oops, I did it again. Just took the elevator at work all the way down, blankly stared as everyone else got off and new people got on greeting me with a puzzled “hello”, while I smile back and say “hi” and realize that I’m now riding it back up. Ugh.