Dear Pella.

June 8, 2016

Dear Pella,

Today you were promoted to 1st grade. For some this may not be “that” big of deal, but for me it is. I will make it a point as your mother to acknowledge all of your accomplishments to the best of my ability. I barely remember kindergarten, only bits and pieces. I remember meeting girls that all these years later are still my best friends. My dad took a similar photo of my kindergarten graduation ceremony that still makes me smile when I see it. I can only hope for you that you can say the same when you’re my age. I hope you realize how important education is, and why we chose for you to have a Catholic Education. My Catholic education built the foundation for the person I am today. We may not go to Church like most of the families in your school, but do not let that affect the faith you will learn to have in your life.

You are 6 years old, you are still a tiny little peanut, but you are not the smallest in your class. That’s a little fun fact. You love art, and being creative.  Your favorite thing I think you like the most in school is playing Kickball. You talk about it all the time when I pick you up. You’re not big on math, but neither am I! Your teachers this year have been nothing short of fabulous, and they seem to adore you. You had a rough patch mid year with some bulling. Let me tell you this wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. Kids are mean. You will learn that killing people with kindness …even the meanest people is the best thing you can do. You have learned this year about “personal space” I hope you can continue to not allow people to violate that space of yours. You are learning to read, it’s been fascinating watching you see words and blurt them out. Your penmanship is blossoming. I love to write, I hope you learn to love typography and handwriting, it’s becoming a thing of the past. You enjoy ‘Afterschool Care’, even though you don’t need to go, I let you go so you can stay and play with your friends, and probably play more kickball. You’re not a fan of Mass, it’s not easy at your age, but if someone said I had to sit in silence for 45 min I’d be there in a HEART BEAT. Your student # is 14. Your 8th grade buddy’s name is Lilly, she’s a pretty girl like you. It will be so fun to see you be an 8th grade buddy to kindergartner someday . I am so proud of you for being kind to your peers, and behaving so well at school. I know at home can be a different story, and that’s okay. You bring me so much joy, and you are growing up so fast! Here’s to completing kindergarten, and moving onto 1st grade! I love you.




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Heres me on my First Day of Kindergarten and that photo I wrote above. My Kinder promotion ceremony with my two best friends Tiffany & Jessica. 26 years later!

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5 Years and still going…

June 6, 2016

Today marks 5 years of being with my husband. It seems longer, in my opinion. I was a single mother of a 14 month old little girl when I got a message from Nick on Twitter. I didn’t think much of it, I didn’t really acknowledge his message the first time. I gave the guy my # thinking “whatever” he would probably just be someone I text messaged from time to time. I never thought after meeting him for the first time would this be the man I would marry. I honestly had gone through such a toxic relationship in my past, that marriage was not even close to being on my radar. After dating for a year, he asked me to marry him in Ozzy Osbournes backyard on New Years Eve 2011/12.

We got married in November 2012. When I reflect on my relationship with Nick, I think about how it’s real. We didn’t married for the wrong reasons. We waited until a few weeks before we got married to live together, which for me was great. I wasn’t looking to move him in right away. I wanted what was best for me and my child, and he respected that 100%. Which brings me to respect, he respects me. He’s respected me from the moment I met him. For Nick his respect for me has been challenging for him when it comes to the co-parenting aspect. I’ve always been open about my situation and respectful of my situation when it comes to ca-parenting. It’s driven a divide at times between us bc he’s watched me get walked all over. It’s something he can’t control, I can’t control, and not even my daughter can control. His respect for me and my daughter is fierce and I am grateful for that. He is loyal to me. Loyalty for me was something I knew little to nothing about when it came to relationships. I can trust him 100%. Something else I wasn’t familiar with. My past relationship was every opposite of what Nick and I have. Trust does not come easy to someone who’s experienced nothing but lies and abandonment in her life. He proved me wrong about everything I thought I “knew”. That kind of man is rare, I know he’s rare, and I wish I did a better job of expressing how important he is to me. When someone comes into your life, that can turn bad into good, HANG onto that, don’t try and find reasons why it won’t work, bc so far 5 years later it works.

He gave me 2 more children, that brought even more meaning and light into my life. My husband is a hard worker, he’s a straight up workaholic, but he does it for US. He can be selfish as we all can be, but he is selfless in his heart. I can tell you he has never gone ONE day without telling me that he Loves me, and thanks me for being ME. Let me tell you, having affection and words of endearment were foreign languages to me. I still can’t hug people without doing it against my will to live bc it’s just how I was raised. Nick has been patient with my character flaws, and encourages me daily to show affection when he knows how hard it is for me. He’s a good father, but he’s not that MR MOM kinda dad, and that’s okay. Nick is my perfect. He is not the best at everything, nor am I. What he is the best at is all of what I need for my security and my children’s security in life. He drives me crazy with his meticulous personality, but for my constant cluster fuck of a personality we fit together well. He’s a Virgo, need I say more?  The past 5 years have been a constant learning experience, we are human we have disagreements, we don’t see eye to eye on many things, but we compromise and communicate everyday. We have become so comfortable with one another that we don’t hesitate to tell each other how we feel about things. <— this can be uber annoying but at the same time we both take the criticism and work at being better for one another and our families. 3I know I have found my match in life. Regardless of what real life throws at us, and the negative people who like to feed of our personal business, our love is strong. Thank you Nick for choosing me. We love you. I look forward to what the future holds for our family. That booty though! <3


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Need a pick me up? heres some ideas.

June 4, 2016

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  1. Go buy a LARGE soda at McDonalds.
  2. Sit in Silence for 10 minutes
  3. Eat a Piece of cake or a donut
  4. Call a friend you haven’t talked to in awhile.
  5. Look at old photos
  6. Watch Ridiculous YOUTUBE videos, a few I suggest:
    1. Grape Lady
    2. Scarlett Takes a Tumble
    3. Black Guy Refrigerator
    4. Potty Talk
    5. Linda Honey just listen
  7. Put clean sheets on your bed
  8. Go buy yourself something nice
  9. Hug your kid(s) & tell them you love them.
  10. Go buy the persons coffee behind you in the starbucks Drive Thru or just Pay it Forward however you can.


Mom hangover!

May 31, 2016

I keep having to remind myself that today is Tuesday because of my mom hangover. Yesterday was Memorial Day, and like many we decided it would be nice to have a small BBQ mostly family and a few friends. Of course I spent most of the week prior on Pinterest pinning “cute” appetizers, and “Healthy” side dish options. In between school drop off and pick ups I managed to go to Target 4 times last week, in preparation of a one day event. I managed to throw away 3 huge garbage bags of RANDO crap ..aka TOYS. I was that mean mom who wouldn’t let my kids occupy the spaces I had spent hours on tidying up so my home would not appear to be the disheveled mess it usually is. Why tidy up before parties anyway? We all know our house is gonna look like a bomb went off after everyone leaves! I prepped most of my dishes saturday and sunday so that come Monday I wouldn’t have to do much, but really I was I hoping that by prepping everything before I’d really be able to wear a cute outfit and not be barefoot all day. I did manage to throw on a cute dress, but failed miserably at not being barefoot all  day. I even attempted to charge my camera battery in hopes Id get some cute photos of my food spread at the kids playing for this exact post, but of course I couldn’t find my charger. I have always been so into entertaining, i love everything about it, I love seeing my family get together, I love seeing my friends I don’t get to see often, I love seeing all our kids bonding  and playing together… But for fucks sake the work that goes into the actual festivity is exhausting. The day came and went. Lucy the puppy had a full belly of food left behind from the kids, Bubbles spilled everywhere, my lawn actually has an oval circle in it from the kids riding the dirt bike in circles, I keep finding half full juice boxes in weird places, sink full of dishes, TOYS EVERYWHERE, and I keep walking over my sticky dirty floor. My non alcohol induced hangover is preventing me from eating left overs even though I’m starving. I have Zero motivation today. Im writing this blog outside laying in sun, being grateful for my hangover. Looking at all the random  ride on toys spread all about my yard makes me smile.  I wasn’t even going to blog today, but then I thought about it and changed my mind. I enjoy sharing my life, I enjoy sharing the real moments, and raw feelings that come with it. Even though my BBQ wasn’t “pinterest perfect”, and I didn’t get high res quality photos yesterday, we had a great time spending the day with people we love and appreciate having in our lives.  So here I will sit and day dream until the babies wake up from their naps. The messes can wait.


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10 Things I believe

May 27, 2016

  1. I believe in Karma, I don’t honestly believe that people who do others wrong, and or make poor life decisions will just be able to float through life.  I may never outright “know” when karma hits these people, but I trust that it will happen.
  2. Stupidity should be painful. sounds crunchy… BUT it really should be.
  3. Parenting is a CHOICE. Its no rocket science how babies are made.  Anyone can be a parent, but parenting is a choice I make everyday.
  4. Astrological signs. They are legit.
  5. God will never give you more than you can personally handle. I’ve felt helpless, and I know everyone goes through periods in their lives of feeling helpless, but I firmly believe YOU & I CAN handle what life throws at us.
  6. There is ALWAYS someone that has it worse than you.
  7. Discipline. Not only kids need it, but adults do too. Im an asshole mom, but my kids will thank me later. At 31 years old, I’m still learning discipline and the roll it plays in my life.
  8. The HIGH ROAD is the best road. I don’t have to justify myself to anyone. WHY? Because I know who I am,  and what I do.
  9. Trust NO one.  The internet is a cesspool of people who only care about themselves that just want to feed off everyones business. Jealousy is everywhere, and people will find a way to try and take your happiness away. Don’t buy into it. Go on with your happy self!
  10. Being a stay at home mom is as humbling as it gets. My life 7 days a week is caring for my family, for free. You can’t put a price tag on this job. Its exhausting, rewarding, frustrating, fun, sometimes not fun, and very very humbling.



Preschool, that’s a wrap!

May 26, 2016

As some of you have been following me since Orla’s birth, you’ve watched her blossom into this lil force to be reckoned with! Her will is STRONG.  Her independence, her confidence, her sensitivity, are a challenge for me as a mom. She is so incredibly intelligent. I felt when she turned 2 years old, she would be a good candidate for Preschool. I plugged her right into it before the Holiday’s. She walked right in, head held high, with a huge smile on her face, yelling “BYE MOMMMMMM!” It made me sad, thinking about how I was putting a 2 year old into preschool, but she needed it.  It’s been the perfect outlet for her. She still throws massive daily tantrums, and I’m still learning how to cope with those.  As far as her short time in preschool she’s made leaps and bounds with her speech, knows all her primary colors, can count to 10, loves to draw and paint like her big sister. She’s a creative little soul. She’s an old soul. I have enjoyed watching her LOVE preschool.

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4th Trimester Body Project

January 22, 2016


As some of you have seen my recent post, I had the privilege to be interviewed and photographed by Ashlee  and Laura who run the 4th Trimester project. It’s a wonderful Liberating project that allows you to tell your story, and be heard in a fashion like no other. The Project consist of women all over the US who have shared their stories, good and bad, and not one alike. For me personally, when Ashlee asked me “why did you want to be here and do this shoot/interview” I really had to stop and think about it. Honestly there was MANY reasons why I wanted to do it, but in that moment of stage fright all I could think of was my years of blogging, and the people I have been able to inspire. It  brought up a lot of hurt, a lot of feelings and a lot of appreciation. Its more than that though. My story isn’t one of those stories of years of trying to conceive,  infant/ fetal loss, adoption, home/ natural birth, breast-feeding or illness.  I read some of these women’s stories and their challenges, and my eyes fill up with tears for them. My story and life can’t even be  compared to some of these AMAZING women’s lives. I told Ashlee, “You know I don’t really feel like my story is anything compared to some of these mothers you interview” she stopped me and said to me “You’re not the first to say that, and that’s not true, everyone has a story and everyone’s story deserves to be heard.”  We continued to touch more on the relevance of my story. She was able to put my interview into words. When I read it, I cried inside bc at that moment I was driving home. All these things that I wish I could have said came to me.. Heres is my story they published 

“The magnificent Marcella Miserendino, Pella James (5), Orla Grace (2) and Nicholas (1). Marcella got pregnant with Pella in her early twenties. Her pregnancy was a surprise but she had been with her partner for 7 years and went through much of the pregnancy thinking she’d have his support. She carried to 39 weeks when she was induced due to low fluid. Labor and delivery were only about 6 hours from start to finish but Marcella pushed for two hours with Pella moving up and down in her birth canal without any interventions. Pella was over 7lbs at birth but had severe jaundice. Marcella nursed for about 9 weeks before choosing stop and later learned that Pella had been tongue-tied. Marcella gave birth on February 2nd and her partner told her on Valentine’s Day that he had another girlfriend and ended their relationship. Her stress levels at being an unexpectedly single parent were through the roof. Marcella later learned that Pella needed physical, occupational and speech therapy which she received in home for her first three years and continued through school and outpatient later on. A pediatric neurologist told Marcella that her daughter may have mild CP. Though she never had a documented brain injury, Marcella believes she may have had some residual trauma from her birth. Marcella met her husband when Pella was 15 months old and married a year later. The following year she conceived Orla and had another easy pregnancy. She carried to 39 weeks again when she was induced due to Orla’s weight, her doctor worried that her baby would be too big for her to birth. Orla’s birth went well and was 4.5 hours from the time Marcella’s water broke. Marcella had a cyst in her breast removed after Pella was born. At that time she also had a reduction and got breast implants so she wasn’t certain if she’d be able to breastfeed Orla. She tried pumping and nothing happened so she assumed that her milk ducts were severed and decided to formula feed instead. Marcella learned she was pregnant with her son when Orla was only 2 months old. Nicholas was born when Orla was 11 months old and was Marcella’s easiest pregnancy yet. She carried to term and delivered him vaginally at 9lbs and 15oz but she tore badly and hemorrhaged during and after Nicholas’ delivery which made for a very difficult postpartum period. She couldn’t walk for a week and had a slow recovery. When Marcella was pregnant with her first daughter she blogged and was very public about her experience. Because of this, she was able to connect with other women going through a difficult time and hopes to raise awareness through continuing to share her story. Having her daughter changed her life even thought it was far from easy. She battled postpartum depression alone until realizing that therapy and medication were needed to help get her through her personal life and focus on bonding as a mother. Above all else, Marcella hopes that other women can realize that no matter what they are going through, they are never alone. ” 

So there it is, but like I said before, after reading this so many more feelings and words came to me I wish I could have said or touched on. I’ve NEVER talked about Pella may or may not having mild CP, I went to the ends of the earth when she was little to find a diagnosis for all her delays, low muscle tone and stomach issues. I had family making me feel like she was on the “spectrum” when to me and all her many therapists she was NOT on the spectrum. So if she’s not on the spectrum, what is wrong? What caused all this? Well, to this day I still don’t have a REAL diagnosis, I only have  a theory of what one of the top pediatric neurologist in California thought about Pella’s condition.  Today she is a couple of weeks shy of 6, and in these last 6 years, I can say , today she’s GREAT! She worked hard, I worked Hard, I did what I had to do for my child, regardless that in the beginning I was alone doing it all, it gave me such a rewarding feeling. I’ve told MANY parents if you think or suspect your child is delayed in any way shape or form, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, get help, utilize the resources that are out there! 

Then all that led to me think about all the HURT all the ANGER, all the STILL to this day FRUSTRATION I endure. Co-Parenting. That alone is a topic that I could go on and on about. Besides being a parent yourself, as if that’s not hard enough, some of us have to co-parent.  For me my pregnancy and first 2 years of Pella’s life was extremely challenging. I don’t think any new mom should have to feel those feelings of hurt and betrayal with a new baby. I wouldn’t wish it on my own worst enemy.  I was young, 24 when I had Pella. I had a WHOLE lot of maturing and mental growth to do. Let me tell you, having a baby made that mental growth grow FASSSSSST. It made me realize what I wanted out of life, and WHO I wanted in my life. It took me time to learn how to navigate a co-parent relationship with someone I couldn’t even look at in his face. Time is of the essence with Co-parenting. Fast Forward 6 years, I am in a good place, and have been for quite some time. I had to learn how to let go of animosity, not have expectations, not take things personal, not worry about what wasn’t my business, forgive, forget, not control something I don’t have control over, move forward not backward, and accept a person for WHO THEY ARE. That is KEY to my situation. Of course, I am human, I am a woman, I can be feisty, but my feisty is ALL out of what I know is best for my child. So when you think about how much you HATE your ex, or baby daddy/mama, you very well may,  BUT it’s not going to be whats best for your kid(s). Many times people allow their personal feelings to run the show, NOT GOOD. I don’t know if you got the memo, but there is no more “PERSONAL SHOW” after you have a kid.  It’s now your kids show you gotta worry about. That brings me to the talk about how still to this day I find myself being frustrated from time to time with co-parenting, which is NORMAL. There are and have been plenty of times that I have had to agree to disagree, or bite my fucking tongue. Its HARD, but if you keep your Child or Children in mind first, it will be SOOOO much easier for you. 

Then all that co-parenting talk makes me think about how FORTUNATE and lucky I am to have met and married a man who GETS IT. Another thing I wanted to touch on which I didn’t get too. If you’re single now, doesn’t mean you’re going to be single forever. I wasn’t expecting A SINGLE thing when I forced myself to finally meet Nick.. There was a reason that I did force myself to meet him, and I’m glad I did. Marriage is no walk in the park, but when you’re on the same page, its little easier than those poor people who married for all the wrong reasons. I’m no marriage expert, I haven’t even been married very long or long enough to give advice to people. I know I trust my husband 100%, I know I LOVE my husband 100% and Im so thankful that he was trolling instagram and found me! So don’t give up on LOVE its out there, and when you find it, wrap your whole entire self up in it. I was  like a little battered puppy when I met Nick. I had years of emotional wreckage lingering, and years of childhood abandonment issues that have managed to affect my life when it comes to showing affection and allowing people IN.  My husband is patient with me, he helps me be the person I wish I could be sometimes but can’t bc Im scared or embarrassed. So, stay positive the right person is out there for you.

Lastly with love and marriage comes my babies in the baby carriage. 3 of them.  3 has always been my number, so I suppose its fitting to have 3 children. When Ashlee was asking me about my births and pregnancies that’s when I felt most “not worthy” lol. I didn’t Home Birth, I didn’t do prenatal yoga, I didn’t have an ounce of desire to embrace what a woman’s body is “supposed” to do. I will say my pregnancies were easy, I didn’t get sick, I didn’t have to be on bed rest. All three pregnancies were very much alike, I had placenta previa with all 3. The longest lasting with Pella which finally moved by 35 weeks. She was breech until then as well. I remember being so worried, I didn’t want to have to have a C- section!  Her birth was my longest, and hardest, so it goes with those first babies. Pushing 2.5 hours with not much progress I was TIRED. After struggling with milk supply, a poor latch, and severed milk ducts I threw in the towel at 9 weeks. I don’t have any regrets about it. Yeah It would have nice to have that bond, but at that time in my life, I wasn’t capable of bonding with much of anything. I most definitely suffered from PPD. I got the help and medication I needed to be able to embrace my baby. I feel like I missed out on Pella in the first 6 months, bc my head and heart were else where. Today when I look back at how lightning fast its been going by, I  sometimes feel like our bond could be stronger if I would have gotten help sooner, but I didn’t. I can’t let that eat me up inside, bc it does sometimes. That is always the case though, what you know now you wish you knew then. Story of everyone’s lives. 

Then came my first “planned” baby, Orla. My little force to be reckoned with. My pregnancy with her was easy. I was at a good healthy weight when I got pregnant, I was active, I was working. I was HAPPY. All the things you hope for when you’re wanting to bring a life into the world. We got married in November and I got pregnant in February,   I had migraines with this pregnancy as I did with Pella’s as well…. all those FEMALE HORMONES brewing in my body! I was induced with her at 39 weeks, due to her weight. On 11/12/13 my 8LB 8OZ baby Orla Grace was born. Fun Fact: when she was born we were pretty sure her name was going to be Cecelia Grace.  But when she was born she just looked like an Orla! Labor was normal, birth was normal. She was my easiest, I was up and ready to go home HOURS after her birth. I didn’t bother to attempt to breast feed her, I had no desire, and HOLY SHIT, that was awful. I was soooooo engorged and miserable. My nipples blistered, I had mastitis, it was HORRRRRIBLE.  THEN at  the wonderful 6 week mark, when your DR clears you to return to your “sexy time” life, the unthinkable happened. I hadn’t even had my first postpartum period yet, and I GOT PREGNANT! So ladies, be careful, it CAN happen!!  When Nick and I got the confirmation I in fact was pregnant, Orla was 2 months old. I wanted to curl up and die! I remember feeling depressed, like “WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO!” Our “plan” wasn’t  3 kids. I remember crying for days,  I was terrified to tell people. I was worried that something bad would happen bc I had all these bad and negative vibes going on for the first  months. We went to our ultrasound and were told he was a BOY! For the first time in months I felt a sense of happiness. I honestly was more happy for Nick than I was for myself. He had a full term still-born son, so I was thinking to myself, GOD is filling that void for him! Little did we know when he was actually born the tables would turn. He is incredibly attached to me as I am incredibly attached to him. I was told over and over, there’s NOTHING like having a little boy. My pregnancy with him was ridiculous. I never felt pregnant, but couldn’t hide it bc by 10 weeks I looked 6 months pregnant. I had only lost about 15lbs of my pregnancy weight from Orla of about 35lbs gained total with her. So I was going into this pregnancy heavier than I had ever been. I gained a total of 70lbs with my pregnancy with Nicholas. It was extremely hard on my body, toward the end. I was in a lot of pain. I was being told by my Dr, he was a big boy. I can thank the DAILY In n Out I ate for that. I went into the hospital with him 39 weeks and 4 days. I was 5cm when I got to the hospital. They broke my water and he was born about 5 hours later. I opted to get an epidural with him, but let me tell you, AFTER having the dr in there a few different times through the course of my labor, I had ZERO pain relief. I was fucking DYYYYYYYING. The pain was off the charts INSANE. I was a wreck. I remember when my Dr came in to check me and said I was ready to go, I could barely breathe. He said “Okay on your next contraction, lets push” I remember clear as day I COULDNT push! I was in SO SO SO much pain. Then comes that ” a woman’s body does what its supposed to do” thing! I didn’t push him out, my body pushed him out. As he crowned I felt thee most insane amount of pressure EVER, bc there was this feeling of something was stuck like he wasn’t moving out. His shoulders were stuck!  they has to wiggle him out which cause my vagina to BURST open. sorry TMI but that’s EXACTLY what happened. 3rd degree tear. OUCH. That is what a 9LB 15oz baby will do to ya!  I couldn’t walk, no joke for a week. it was awful. I hemorrhaged pretty bad about a week into being home with my new baby boy. I went and had an ultrasound, apparently there were little bits and pieces left behind. I was prescribed methergine AKA the abortion pill. and was told if that didn’t stop the softball size clots that were coming out of me, then Id have to have a D&C. The pill worked. BLESS IT. Last thing I wanted was a vacuum up in my stitched up vagina! NO THANK YOU.  When it comes to birth, you have NO IDEA what to expect the first time around, sometimes even the 2nd, 3rd or 4th, time come unexpected things with your labor. I tell people, It’s nice to have a plan of execution when it comes to what you want out of the L&D staff and postpartum, but as far as your actual birth, it MAY not go as you planned. Trust that what  happens is what is meant to happen, even if it’s the unthinkable. Labor is something I think a woman wants to be able to control. So if it doesn’t go your way, it’s not YOUR fault.

I felt the desire to want to try  pumping, bc like my other 2 kids his tongue and lip was tied. Nicholas’s tongue tie was the worst of my 3, he actually had it snipped at a week old. Back to pumping, I attempted it for DAYS, all I got was a couple drops, even after my milk came in full force. NADA. So after my efforts of trying to breastfeed Nicholas, I am confident knowing my ducts are in fact severed and there is no real chance of me successfully breastfeeding. I’m okay with that.  It’s a choice, as much as breastfeeding can be pressured upon you, DONT let it bring you down. The truth is, its not for everyone. I don’t think a woman should have to struggle and FIGHT her body to do something that is taking away from her bonding time with her baby.  Thats where I stand. I respect all mothers on what they choose when it comes to breast-feeding. Sometimes I’ve felt that sense of envy, but I did what worked for us. So should you.

In the end off this MASSIVE blog post, and all the details that could not be told in my interview with Ashlee, the one thing that really came to mind with me and WHY I wanted to do that shoot, was that I just want to inspire women and mothers to be exactly who they want to be! Not to sweat the small stuff. Fuck what others think. DO YOU and your FAMILY. In the end that’s all you got. You got your whole life to lose the baby weight! The time goes by FAST so soak it all in. Be happy. Be healthy. Be YOU. 


30 Facts at 30.

June 25, 2015


I’ve been 30 for a few months now…. and if there is anything I have learned in my 30 years of age worth sharing its this:

1. As you get older sometimes you out grow your friends, and that’s okay.

2 As you outgrow some of your old dearest friends ; come new friends, its like being the new kid at school only you’re not being bullied, rather embraced.

3. Do not wear white anything

4.  I don’t want to hear the “mom of 1” wallow in self-pity.

5. Wipes. I have a pack of wipes in every room, every car, every purse…I do not leave without WIPES.

6. Karma is a REAL thing, so be patient if someone has done you wrong!

7. If you want it done , DO IT YOURSELF, or at least try too.

8. Facebook is a cesspool of helicopter annoying negative bored ass moms, NO THANKS.


10.  Do at least ONE load of laundry a day start to finish

11. Stay at Home Mom vs. Working Mom….its all the same in the end of the day, we are human, we wipe asses, cry because we work so hard, are underestimated by men, and both daydream about what it feels like to be left alone for ONE DAY.

12. Goodbye Victorias Secret, HELLO SOMA! (aka mom boobs)

13. STICKY LBS…. yes as you get old you have sticky lbs that just don’t want to LEAVEEEEEEE no matter how hard you pump iron or diet.

14. LOST and Found. except EVERYTHING I lose is NEVER found.

15. KEURIG LIT UP …all day, everyday.

16. Text messages you never saw, bc your kids saw them before you. thanks Orla Grace.

17. Suddenly you don’t get invited to cool shit anymore, only kid birthday parties, baby showers and maybe an essential oil party….boring!

18. 10pm is LATE as Fuck. please do not invite me to anything cool after 10pm …. oh wait?

19.  Don’t settle for less. in anything or anyone.

20. Love the shit out of your kids and man no matter how bat shit crazy they make you. Blood is ALWAYS thicker than water.

21. Opinions are truly  like an asshole, everyone’s got one. Girl, BYEEEEEEEE!, if I need something I’ll ask.

22. Full bottom panties… EMBRACE EM’ just not with your yoga pants. gross.

23. My car looks like the toy aisle at Ross, SHIT EVERYWHERE.

24. Bills never stop

25. What quality  thread count/ material sheets Im sleeping in suddenly matters MORE over what quality name brand purse I own.

26. Amazon RULES ALL.

27. You’ll catch yourself some times driving in SILENCE. no kids, no music, no talking on your hands free device… and its AMAZING

28. Start saving MONEY NOW. if you haven’t yet.

29. Pay it Forward when you can.

30.  Happy Wife HAPPY LIFE….. Hi Nick, Love you.



That isALL. enjoy.




Products on Products

June 19, 2015

Thanks to the world of social media, I get a lot of people asking me what do I use on my face, what makeup is my favorite, what do you use for your hair, whats your favorite baby/kids lines …etc, etc.

So I’m sharing with you some of the products we use everyday round here!

lets start with make up!

I’ve never been a big makeup “guru” I actually suck at doing anything ‘girly’ but of course for the times I dedicate to putting make up on heres my favorites:


Concealer : Benefit Play stick , go figure they discontinued it but I still buy it on Amazon

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Mascara: Benefit Bad Gal Lash & Benefit Roller Lash


Benefit Roller Lash Mascara

Benefit Roller Lash Mascara

Mineral Powder: Benefit Hello Flawless powder



I love having my hair have that tiny of purple, so I tone it myself in between getting my hair colored with Redkin Shades 9V

AT home I use a number of different products but my favorite shampoo is by DAVINES



AND the conditioner


1004_default_lI also use UNITE hair products and Olaplex .


I use the Clarisonic Mia 2 to wash my face


with Eminence Stone Crop Gel face wash


I also LOVE LUSH Angels on Bare skin.

following the wash, comes moisture

Serum; Arbonne RE9 intensive renewal serum


I also use Eminence Stone Crop Toning spray


Jack Black Double Duty Face cream, with SPF



I love all the ORGANIC SPROUTS baby products

it smells so fresh and clean, the  miracle detangler works just as good as Its a 10, none of the kids have has any reactions to any of their products. Ive purchased it on Amazon, Zulily has had it, and Sprouts markets carry it.