Guest Post: Is There A Mom Uniform?

This was actually posted a little while back, but I had so much fun writing this!

I did a guest post (My first ever actually!) for Living For Naptime, which is an awesome website! You can learn about how to start your own blog from the best! If it’s something you’re interested in, check it out!
This post itself is about the fashion stereotypes that all mothers face, as well as judgement for their wardrobe choices.
Since writing this, I still wear exactly what I want. Crop tops, short dresses, low rise jeans…yeah. No cares given!
Check it out as well as the other great articles that Chrystie at Living For Naptime.com has to offer!

Guest Post: Exercising My Courage Muscles

Yet another guest post: Today I was actually also featured on the site, OurHappyTalk, writing a piece about Courage.

My inner courage has gotten me through a lot-one of the toughest things? Pregnancy

I’ve even had to break out my courage here very lately, and it’s true; the more you exercise it, the stronger it is.

Check out the full article here, and let me know what you think!

Guest Post: Being a Stay At Home Mom

Today I actually did a guest post over at Megan Duncan’s site on being a Stay At Home Mom. So it’s actually not here…it’s there.

Head on over to check it out, as well as her awesome blog, that I have been through enjoying!

When You Can’t Tan…Lifestyle Changes After Children

It’s that time of year again…

Ah, friends…I do believe Summer is upon us. Well, maybe not entirely, but it’s getting in the 90’s here in Georgia, and that’s close enough.
This time last year, I could barely walk, giant pregnant belly obstructing my feet from view, waddling back and forth between the freezer and my chair (Popsicle in hand). It’s not officially summer yet, but I’m already getting the question, “So, are you gonna tan this year?” Continue reading “When You Can’t Tan…Lifestyle Changes After Children”

It’s The Little Things…

Sometimes it just takes the smallest things to show someone you love them. Sometimes, it takes a Caveman SpongeBob.

My husband is one of the hardest people to shop for. He already has everything he wants/needs, and it’s hard to get a read on what might interest him that he doesn’t already own. So for Father’s Day (especially since he really spoiled me, as he always does), I’ve been kinda screwed.

I’m not very crafty-unless pinterest fails count-so while I really wanted to try a cute project with baby’s footprint on top of Ryan’s bootprint, I was turned off by the idea that paint might not wash off rubber. Or Bruce’s foot. We have an array of coffee mugs no one uses. He’s not the kind of guy to wear a baseball hat with “Dad” across the front. I was quickly running out of ideas for that perfect gift.

Tonight, my Mother, my Son, and myself went shopping and made a stop at the local Wal-Mart (so fun *eye roll*…Wal-Mart can be a pain) and as I was looking for pool toys for a friend’s child’s party this month, I found it. It’s perfect, and the timing couldn’t be better.

Caveman SpongeBob.

For the last week, my husband has been caught laughing his ass off at these “Caveman SpongeBob” memes on Facebook. (Just google it, trust me) He thinks they are utterly hilarious, and has to show me each one he finds. I’ll admit, some are pretty funny, and on spot. And just today he mentioned that his yellow truck (dubbed the Yellow Submarine) needed a Caveman SpongeBob sticker on the side.

Well, it wasn’t a sticker, but something about this little beanbag toy meant it was perfect for him.

I was too excited to keep it hidden until Father’s Day. So after Bruce went to bed, I made Ryan close his eyes and explained that this was,
A: For him, not…
B: For baby….

He was tickled! He laughed his butt off and plans to hang it from the rearview mirror.

That’s what love is about. It’s about noticing the little things that probably seem insignificant at the time, until you find a way to use them to show your admiration and appreciation for someone. My husband does this for me all the time-little notes on the refrigerator, and bringing me treats after a long day. This wasn’t much, and isn’t going to be his big Father’s day gift-but it made him happy, and that’s worth everything to me.

                                                                      I could have got him an expensive w13395008_1616891725267847_1093240473_natch he would break, another tool to lose in the abyss of tools he keeps in the truck, or a hat that will just get sweaty and stained. And that’s not to say I might still get him those things. But I seriously doubt any of that will make him as giddy as that stupid little kid’s $5 toy.