Norah meeting her baby cousin

After my week of down time due to surgery recovery, I have no idea what to do with myself! Throw in Daylight Savings Time ending, and I am ALL discombobulated! This post was originally intended to be sent in this week’s newsletter, but I’m slacking (BIG TIME) so here it is:

Last week I was catching up on all the sleep that I have lost since becoming a mommy. I had all the time in the world to blog (and everything that comes with it), binge watch Pretty Little Liars, sleep, and plan/pretend to be organized.


Piggy-backing off of my post from yesterday, God gave me some revelation through prayer and some spiritual authority He has placed in my life.

As I mentioned before, I have been dealing with the same stone for almost one year. May 3, 2017 was my first hospital visit with this particular stone. On May 4, I went to church and a man laid hands on me and prayed. I wasn’t in pain at the time, so I wasn’t sure if anything had come of it or not.


Surgery recovery

First off, before I get too far into this: be sure to check out the blog post that I wrote for Seats For Three the other day on Baby Led Weaning! If you are interested in reading it click HERE.

And THANK YOU ALL so much for your kind words, prayers, and encouragement!

It seems that every time my aunt and I get a chance to talk, I start out with, “this is my life.” You see, there is hardly anything that ever happens in my life that is NOT crazy. Naturally, with three young children, my home and life are bound to be chaotic. But this is totally different. So much so that if you didn’t know me, you would think I was making everything up.


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.


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.


Not AntiVaccine, Just Informed
Disclaimer: This post is NOT meant to mom-shame, but to inform about vaccines and give another perspective

[Mom-shaming: Criticizing or degrading a mother for her parenting choices because they differ from the choices the shamer would make.]

In this day and age, we have SO many unlimited resources at our finger-tips! Throughout our school years we are encouraged to use the Internet for research purposes to write papers, do projects, and sometimes even to study. So why is it that moms are being SHAMED for researching medical decisions that effect their children? Why is it that moms are being SHAMED for doing what they feel is best for their child? Why is it that moms are being SHAMED for protecting these precious beings that have been entrusted to their care?