Forgive me.

Forgive me, Followers, for I have sinned.

It’s been almost a month since my last blog post.

I don’t know why I wait so long in between posts.

Oh, wait! Yes I do. I have a two year-old. That’s right.

We’ve been busy bees lately….

We have been working on potty training, which went swimmingly for a good two-ish months (I’m talking like no diapers during the day), until just a few days ago when Little Miss decided she will run to her room, shut the door, and have an accident. Defiant little thing, she is.

Speaking of swimmingly, Emmalyn is back in swim lessons this season. The first day she cried and cried and clawed onto me, but by the second day she was saying, “I’m a good swimmer, Mommy. Let’s do it again!” Thank goodness, because she doesn’t have a choice but to be a fish. Both my parents and in-laws have pools. Plus, we are moving and will be ten minutes away from the beach.

Yep. We’re moving. Again.

Emmalyn isn’t even 2 1/2 years-old yet and this move will be her third house.

We are moving to Florida’s Panhandle so the hubs can pursue his residency in Family Medicine. He graduates THIS JUNE!!! Finally... four years of med school are a thing of the past. Now onto the tedious hours of residency. Sheesh!

I will post a picture of our new house once we are the official renters (May 11)–I don’t want to jinx myself! We found the most perfect home for our family of three (& poodle pup). Plus, there’s an extra bedroom for the hopes of an extra little… 😉

Speaking of extra littles… I soooo have baby fever! If it weren’t for the fact that I’m in my best friend’s wedding in June, AND we are moving in two months, I would be making a prego announcement. But because of my horrendous Postpartum experience with Emmalyn, there’s a lot more planning/preparation that needs to go into this (future) pregnancy. For one, I’m still on my medication. Even though it’s the lowest dose, I would still feel a lot more comfortable if I wasn’t on it at all. Secondly, I will need to find a new psychiatrist and OB-GYN in our new city. Once we are settled all around, you can bet I’ll be in full baby-making mode 😉

So what’s new with you? Do tell!


Making things happen, yo!

I bow down to Working Mothers. I don’t know how they do it! I teach dance one day a week (next year will be two days), but I don’t consider that “work”. It’s more of a hobby to me. It’s hard enough to take care of a soon-to-be (eek!) toddler, but throw in a full-time job (?!!) well, that’s SuperMom status to me, girlfriend!
Being a SAHM can be difficult on a girl’s mental capability. Singing “Wheels on the Bus” 56.5 gazillion times, putting on tea parties, banging on Tupperware drums, and modeling macaroni-and-cheese spotted T-shirts all day can take a toll on Yours Truly. 
The aforementioned is precisely why I’m expanding my horizons. It’s been a long time coming, but through a lot of soul-searching and prayer, I’ve decided to delve into the world of freelance writing. With the professional instruction of Meagan Francis ( The Happiest Mom), and the encouragement and constructive criticism of my peers, I am jumping in & going for it!
Only a few weeks into Meagan’s class, and I’ve already learned so much about myself. Currently, I’m working on a postpartum depression essay (which is harder than I thought because it’s such a long and personal story), figuring out how I want to market myself, and experimenting with pen names….
I’m excited to welcome this new and challenging journey in my life–it’s exactly what I need to balance my sanity. I realized I needed something maturely stimulating; something that involves learning and adult interaction. Sure, I’ll still talk about poop on occasion, but I’ll be doing something mature with that poop! ;o)
It’s a very vulnerable decision for me–as I’m not notoriously known for putting myself out there; but if I want to live life to its fullest, and get something I’ve never had, then I have to do something I’ve never done. This includes hitting bumps and making (probably embarrassing) mistakes along the way, but I’m OK with that. I’m only human.
So with that said, wish me luck and courage! 🙂


Obsessed does not even begin to describe how I feel about this girl…
 This chick has been growing & learning like crazy, y’all!
She’s over 15-months old now. Can ya believe it?!!?!
Every night before bed, I quickly jot down whatever it was we did that day. I also write down the day’s “First’s” if there were any. & most of the time there were!  
It’s hard to keep up and remember e v e r y l i t t l e t h i n g Emmy is learning.
‘They’ say, Early Walker, Late Talker, right?
Well, around these parts, we have an Early Talker, Late Walker.
Emmalyn took a couple of steps right around her first birthday, but had absolutely no interest in taking things further. Honestly, I could care less because I wasn’t ready to chase after her. People at playgroups would say things like, “She’s not walking yet? How old is she?” & sometimes I’d respond back with a, “Nope. Not yet. But have you ever seen a five year-old who wasn’t walking because they didn’t start right at 12 months..?” Seriously, people.
What Emmy lacks in the mobility department, she definitely makes up for in the verbal department.
Girlfriend can talk! and talk… and talk… and talk…
& not only that… she can identify all the words she can say!
It would be practically impossible to remember all the words she knows if I didn’t write them down.
Thankfully, I have a little Type A in me, and have conveniently kept a journal.
My Little PSA: This is a total ‘braggy’ post about my girl. What mama doesn’t like to brag every now and then? Am I right?! So yeah, consider yourself warned 😉
Without further adieu, I present to you…
The vocabulary of Emmalyn Grace:
Ava (her baby bff)
all right
all done
BopBop (what she calls my dad)
bless you
bye bye
brush teeth
(Chicka Chicka) boom boom
chicken/bak bak
cheers (clanks cups together)
choo choo
duck/quack quack
dog/ruff ruff
Em-me-me (Emmalyn)
fish/(moves lips up and down)
GG (what she calls my mom)
good girl
night night
good morning
goody goody (like in the song)
gorilla/ahhh (while thumping chest)
good job
hi baby
here you go
I love you
Itsy Bitsy
I missed you
Jingle (the husky pup/book)
kiss (kisses, blows kisses, eskimo)
lady bug
Mimo (what she calls my MIL)
Mick(ey) Mouse
make up
monkey/ah ah
(“How old are you?”) one/holds up one finger
oh no
owl/hoo hoo
one, two, three
Papo (what she calls my FIL)
row row
Santa/ho ho ho
stand up
see ya
bah-berry (strawberry)
 moomie (smoothie)
uh-ghetti (spaghetti) 
thank you
turkey/gobble gobble
Twinkle, Twinkle
uh oh
(purses lips together and blows out air to whistle)
yee haw
Songs Emmy can sing/sing-a-long to:
ABC’s, Wheels on the Bus, Barney’s I Love You, Twinkle Twinkle, Row Row, Pat-a-Cake, Selena Gomez’s Love Song
& honestly, those are just the words I’ve remembered to catch/write down. It’s unbelievable to me just how much information my daughter retains!
Happy Sunday, Y’all!

Am I turning into a Morning Person?!?!

Oh how I’ve never been a Morning Person. Pre-baby, I could sleep the day away. Time before 10am didn’t exist in my book. Looking back, I feel bad for my parents who had to deal with me! I was like a bear who had been woken up during hibernation… you don’t want to mess with that!
<–<–that was me
{sorry, mom & dad}

Now that I’m older and married with a baby? I’m still not a Morning Person. Conventionally one would assume I’m a Night Owl instead, but that’s not the case either. When the clock strikes 10pm, my mind peace’s out! Adios! I am mentally done for the night.

I’m utterly grateful that my little Emmy sleeps until 7:30-8 every morning. I know, I know… some of you moms are rolling your eyes at me right about now… My mornings used to consist of sleeping in until Emmy woke up (unless of course we had someplace we had to be), scrambling to brush my teeth before she starts to get impatient, sharing breakfast with her, then trying to get myself ready for the day while Emmy may or may not be willing to entertain herself. This routine left me feeling frazzled and tense.


If you want things to change, do something different!

& that’s exactly what I’m doing! Over the last several days, I have put my phone out of snooze-reach, forcing myself to get out of bed to turn it off {or else my husband might just kick me out of bed}. This little trick works!

As soon as my feet hit the floor, there’s no turning back! I drink my hot lemon water with honey to gently wake up my organs, do a few yoga stretches with a side of prayer and gratitude, followed by either writing, or reading something inspirational. I used to turn the news on first-thing to see what’s going on in the world, but realized it’s just too harsh & unsettling to wake up to. Who wants to hear about the latest local drive-by shooting or fire as soon as they wake up? Not this chick.

So after a little reading or writing, I get to eat my breakfast in peace. & if you’re a mom, you know how rare this is… no little one(s) shouting, “Bite! Bite! More, please! Bite!” By the time I’m done eating (which at this point, I will turn on the news to make sure the world is not ending), Emmy is either waking up or, if I’m lucky, I may have time to throw on some make-up and look presentable.

Truthfully, I’ve come to really enjoy the time before my daughter wakes up. It’s worth sacrificing a little sleep for.  My days are smoother and easier now. I feel refreshed and ready to lead a productive day.

<–<–this is me now! 😉

As a former HitTheSnoozeButtonAtLeastThreeTimes girl, I highly recommend moving your alarm out of arm’s reach.

{but that’s just me… my husband won’t do it…}

So what about you? Are you a morning person? What do you do to get out of bed? Have any morning rituals that make your day better?



Often times, I wish I could have better relationships with certain people in my life. When a friend doesn’t call me for weeks (or even months) my feelings are hurt; and I feel unloved and rejected. You know how the old saying goes… Don’t worry about what other people think about you. Instead of trying to disprove the latter statement, I have recently learned to embrace it.
There’s no question that subconsciously we place expectations on other people. Personally, I try to live up to the Golden Rule of Treat Others the Way You Would Want Them to Treat You. Because of this *lifestyle* I super glue expectations to people, only to feel disappointed when they don’t meet them. For instance, I like to send friends and family random, sweet and/or funny texts/pictures every so often. It’s my way of saying: Hey You! I’m thinkin’ bout ‘ya! Thus, my Golden Rule alter ego expects So-&-So to do the same every once in a while. And if they don’t, I feel like I’m no longer important to them.
Now I have come to realize that these kind and thoughtful gestures may not be in So-&-So’s personality. But just because they didn’t act the way I wanted them to, doesn’t mean I should assume they don’t still think about me, or appreciate me any less. Furthermore, I shouldn’t even worry about why So-&-So doesn’t call me anymore, or write on my Facebook wall. These expectations I place on people are binding, and leave me feeling frustrated and sad. Letting go of the strings has helped me see what is really important…
I feel good about myself when I shoot So-&-So a thoughtful text. Trying to wish someone to be different or change is not going to make me feel any better. I wish some friends from college would call me when they’re in town so we can get together and catch up. I wish I had a closer relationship with some family members. I wish. I wish. I wish. 
Through prayer, and a lot of reading and thinking, I’ve learned to let go of these wishes demands. Would it make me feel good if I had these better relationships? Yes. Do I need to have these better relationships in order to make me feel good? No. It is not necessary for people to acknowledge me. Obviously I think it’s undesirable, but it’s not terrible. No one can determine my happiness. Only I can.
We tell ourselves we’re supposed to be appreciated for what we give to others. But true giving doesn’t need acknowledgement, or anything in return for that matter. All that is important to me is how God views me. Now that I have stopped wishing for people to act differently, or in a particular way, I actually feel better! I’ve trained my thoughts to accept that I do not have the power to change others. & just because So-&-So doesn’t do what I *expect* him/her to do, doesn’t mean I don’t like So-&-So for who he/she is!
Do you place expectations on other people? How do you deal with the disappointment?

Better Late Than Never

*Originally written on May 17, 2011:
There has been a momentous amount of changes around here lately. One, being our move back home into a (rental) house for our new family of three (4, counting Indy). Between taking care of Emmy and setting up the new house as much as possible before B joins me for good, I hadn’t given much though about the house we were leaving behind. That was until B told me last night that everything was completely moved out. Every last bit of it.
And then, it hit me like a brick. I didn’t know I was going to become so emotional about it. I guess I was too distracted by the excitement and commotion of living close to both sets of Emmy’s grandparents. And it seems a little silly that it would all the sudden “hit” me, when two weeks ago, my dad and in-laws helped me pack the rest of my and Emmy’s belongings into a U-haul. But I think, somewhere in my mind, I thought I was still going to have time to spend one more weekend there. Two weeks ago, I was the last one out of the house to lock up, and I had this very nostalgic, drama-movie-like moment where I stared down a bare hallway, bag in one hand, keys in the other; and revisited, in my mind, every memory made in this house.
This was the home Blake and I spent during our engagement. This was the home we spent as a newly married couple. This was the home we found out we were having a baby. This was the home we brought our little girl home from the hospital. This was the home my husband laid down his head every night I was away from him, recovering from postpartum depression.
I never thought I could get so emotional over a temporary home.
But I also never imagined I would meet so many people who would touch my life forever.
Last night, as I began thinking about all the people I will be moving away from, so too, began the waterworks.
First of all, our next-door neighbor, Becky… A sassy & stylish seventy-something-year-old, with a fun sense of humor and contagious laugh, became a true friend. She was there for me at nine o’clock one December night when I walked through the bushes–barefoot & in shorts; with Emmy tightly tucked in the Moby, as I was having a panic attack while no one was home. And in the crucial days leading up to my rock bottom days, she would babysit keep me company while B was at school.
And then there are my friends. My medschoolwifeclub friends. I don’t think I could have made it through B’s first two years of med school without these ladies. No one understands what it’s like to be married to a spouse in med school, unless you are one. We’ve laughed, cried, vented, and supported one another through numerous tribulations. We’ve babysat one another’s littles, swapped recipes, peer-pressured some to start a blog, & taught each other how to sew. These wives have taught me so much… like how to play Phase 10. I will miss the nights we planned to watch American Idol, but instead laughed until we cried and/or peed a little.
We’ve been through engagements, weddings, two births, & another on the way. Life-altering moments, yo! These girls sent me e-mails and voicemails, and prayers while I was in the hospital. And when I got better, I crashed their game night via Skype. There will never be the right words to thanks these outstanding friends, or describe just how much they mean to me. But I love them. So much! & as cliché as it sounds—but it’s the truth—I know we’ll be friends forever.
I mean, there will always be social networking, right? So I’ll always be able to stalk keep in touch with them forever & ever, right…???

9 Months!

Emmalyn Grace

you are
9 Months Old!

STATS @ 9-month check-up
Weight: 16lbs 10oz
Height: 27 inches


To My Sweet Angel Baby,
I thank God for blessing me with such a happy and laid-back baby. You only ever cry when you’re hungry or tired. You’re such a delight to take on outings, especially restaurants since you have such a relaxed disposition. I’m always impressed by how well you sit at the table in your highchair like a Big Girl and join in on the conversation. Even when we go to Daddy’s basketball league games, you patiently sit in your car seat, intently watching every little thing going on—all the while smiling at the people in the bleachers.

Your GG still enjoys watching you every Wednesday while Mommy & Daddy go to Yoga. I think ‘enjoy’ is actually an understatement… I can never tell who’s face lights up first: hers or yours? Now on Thursday mornings, your Mimo watches you while Mommy teaches dance to three & four year-olds. I can’t wait to sign you up for your first dance class. We’ll be drowning in tu-tu’s and bows at our house when the time comes, but it’ll be a blast!

I must say–you’ve been exceedingly sociable this month, little one. You met a couple of Mommy’s sorority sisters, family-friends Liz & Maya from up north, and spent the day with your Aunt Dana while she was in town from NYC. She taught Mommy how to work with you on your baby signing. 

You weren’t particularlly all that interested in veggies these past few weeks, but it seems to be picking back up. You’re totally in love with oatmeal and every kind of fruit you’ve tried thus far. Chicken has been a huge hit this month, too! You understand how to feed yourself puffs, yogurt melts, and bits of food, but sometimes the hand doesn’t talk to the mouth and your hand forgets to let go of the food. But girl, you’ve got determination!
You are now pulling yourself up in the “corral.” & Mommy was very astonished to find you standing up in your crib one morning. I couldn’t believe my eyes! This new talent of yours led to Daddy lowering your crib all the way.
Emmy, you were invited to your first 1st birthday party! Your friend Eliana turned one and we were there to help celebrate. The party was held at an indoor play area & you had the time of your life, never once hesitating to join in on all the excitement.
This past weekend, we went to the west coast to surprise our Med School friends Aric, Ashley, & Aidan before they move back to Colorado. Josh & Rachel let us have a slumber party at their house, making it the first time you stayed over at a non-family member’s house. As a mother, I never know how you’re going to react to a change in the environment, but Girlfriend, you amaze me. We were in the car the majority of the day on Friday, missing your nice afternoon nap—but you hung in there until after 9pm… just carrying on with Mommy and Daddy’s friends over dinner. After bath time, you were in Dreamland until 7 o’clock the next morning.
This surprise also included your first trip to a Splash Pad. Seriously, you could not have been any cuter, missy. You marveled in amazement at the “big” kids, running past you. An upside-down pail and shovel were all you needed to complement you in the Florida sunshine. Water was soaring through the air every which-way, leaving freckles of water all over your pudgy little legs and chubby cheeks. But you didn’t mind one bit! In fact, you sucked the refreshing water all the way to your marrow, sharing your gummy smile with everyone who passed by. Speaking of gummy smiles… you are still toothless. The Tooth Fairy must be saving up a fortune for you, with the way she’s making you mommy wait!
If being at the splash pad wasn’t enough fun for a little one, we joined up with a bunch of 3rd-year Med school students and their wives & children for a Going-Away BBQ. After a well-rested nap, you were ready for round two! Again, you were fascinated with watching your girl friend Story, and future hubby Aidan, splashing all over. You didn’t even mind when they tried pouring water on your head!

I think the most memorable moment for Mommy this last month was watching you interact with Story and Aidan. Let me rephrase that…. watching us moms try to snap pictures of you three littles, calling out, “Story kiss Aidan!” & “Aidan kiss Emmy!” It was a riot, I tell ‘ya! But goodness gracious, you were so happy; crawling on the pool pavement, chasing after the two big littles. Mommy’s heart was filled with so much warmth.

This month, you started making the best face ever! The Surprise Face. AKA The Infamous Emmy Face. We don’t know where it came from, but you are constantly making people laugh and bringing joy to anyone who encounters The Face. I get asked at least once a day by someone if you always make “that face.” The answer is: Yes. {& it never gets old}
Emmalyn Grace, I pray you always stay as genuine as you are right now. 
You make my days brighter and your GG a fighter.

I love you, EmmyCakes!
Forever Your Mommy…

Your favorite toy is Flopsy, given to you by family-friends from England.
Your face lights up and breaks out into a huge smile every time you see her.

Video: And She’s Off!!!

{captured yesterday}

My life has dramatically changed in the last twenty-four hours. I can no longer step out of the room for 2.5 seconds to grab something.  

Because if I do?

She’s already headed out the door and down the street!

As I’m typing this, Emmalyn’s already managed to get from one side of the room where her toys are, to where mommy’s picture frames are lying, waiting to be filled with photos of her sweet face.
How did this happen?!?
Oh boy, I’m in trouble now…
This weekend the hubs ‘n I are getting away for a couple of nights to celebrate our 

seriously... how did this happen?!

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…our new home!
{sorry it’s a crummy pic, but i took it with my phone as we were driving by before we officially crossed our T’s}
i am so happy blake & i found a place to live. it’s about 20 minutes away from our parents & 11 minutes away from the hospital blake will be interning at.
it’s a cute & quaint starter(rental)home with an amazing back yard. & there’s plenty of work to be done!
oh, the house is nicely kept & recently remodeled, but umm… there’s only one little problem.
we don’t have any furniture.
emmy does. but we don’t.
see, the first house we moved into when blake started med school was furnished. convenient for us since we were straight outta college & would only be living there for two years.
but now?
now, we’d kinda like a comfy place to lay our pretty little heads.
& that’s where the stress fun comes in.
i’ve been hanging out at all the local thrifts & consignment shops lately with my girl. she’s a terrific little shopper & we’ve been having lotsa fun perusing for great finds.
i’ll be updating y’all on our nesting journey.
hopefully i’ll make it to home depot to pick out paint colors
ooooh i can’t wait!!
do you have any favorite thrifty finds? do you love {or not so love} decorating your home? what’s your style? do you have any favorite go-to decorating sites? do share!