Since I have begun publicly promoting my new lifestyle of veganism, I have received TONS of questions. A lot of them have been asked SEVERAL times, so I want to give just a little insight to this radical life change.



Since there were so many of you offering your prayers and kind words, I just wanted to take a second to update everyone on my surgery hunt!

This morning my butter bean and I went in for an appointment at a urologist’s office.

They looked at all of my tests that have been done in the ER over the past year, and said they wished they could have done surgery YESTERDAY.


The Ancient Art of "Me-Time"


Here I am, sitting in my living room, nursing my little butter bean at 8 am on a Tuesday. On any typical day, I would still be in bed at this time. What makes today any different, you ask? Oh, nothing special. Just the fact that one of our little gremlins threw my husbands truck keys in the trash, so we spent 35 minutes destroying the ENTIRE house looking for them. Normally, I would go straight back to sleep, but I had already invested too much energy into the day. So here I am, soaking in the morning rays beaming through my window, thinking…. and enjoying this rare moment of “me-time”.


According to Lana

As most of my family and friends know, along with my Facebook and Instagram followers, my four year old is EXTRA sassy. This morning she presented me with an opportunity that I just couldn’t pass up. This will be the first of many “According to Lana” segments!!!


In the days before…

On February 10, 2014 I went in for what I assumed would be like any other prenatal appointment. I had been dilated to 2 centimeters since 28 weeks and was so proud that my body had been able to keep my baby from coming too early. I was convinced that she was going to be a preemie and there was nothing I could do about it. Yet, here I was, 38 weeks pregnant. And waiting.


So, with it being Valentine’s Day, I could be all sappy and tell you all about how my husband and I met. I could tell you how his first words to me were, “I’m going to marry you one day.” And I could tell you about how I had him friend zoned for years before finally giving him a chance. But I’m not.

There are so many more important things in this world than a naked baby flying around shooting arrows at people. Sorry, not sorry.


I have been planning to do this post for weeks now, but ya know. Life.

Between hospital visits and the birthdays of both of my daughters, I have either been in pain or jumping through hoops since my last post! But IM BACK.

One of the questions that I am asked all the time is “How do you stay sane with three young children!?” The real answer is I don’t.

Not what you were hoping for?