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MOTHERHOOD, THE RABBIT HOLE: how we fall and how we rise again

It’s back to school and there's pumpkins popping up everywhere, so naturally this topic has come up yet again. Collectively, the motherhood tribe is subscribing to our new found freedom and praise Jesus and hallelujah. But with this comes the trepidation of the walk into the light. The baby steps to that freedom. The decision to divide and conquer. Because no matter how you do motherhood, we all fall. Even those of us who don't say it. But friends, it isn’t how or when we fall that matters, it’s how we rise again.


THE BOY MOM

I got pregnant with twins on the first try. I know. That's nuts and ridiculous. But it's also God's work. Or as my husband said, "God's funny work." And I was scared to death. Twins?!! How? Like, what? I'm confused. But yes, I was indeed pregnant with identical twins. And all I could think was, I hope they are girls. I know girls. I can't have boys. I don't know how to do boys.

And then they were boys. And my husband named them Bo and Luke. And I fell in love. Hard. And I'm obsessed.  And I can't stop, won't stop with the love. Ever. Never ever. And here's why.

HERE'S TO ALL THE GIRLS WORKING ON LOVING THEIR BODY BECAUSE THAT SHIT'S HARD AND I'M PROUD OF YOU

Not gonna lie, I ate just about every chocolate chip cooke there was available over winter break. Actually if I’m honest, since Thanksgiving, but who’s counting. So in an effort to get back on track I’ve cut the cookies out of my life, and about everything else that’s processed for a few weeks to clean up my system. I call it Clean eating. It’s not the perfect Whole 30 or a delivery service, it’s just eating clean. But truth be told, as a mother of twins and a 5 year old, this isn’t exactly easy as pie. And I miss pie. And my ass needs serious attention.