8 Signs That You’re A Mom

1. You trade in those designer purses for a baby bag

2. When friends ask, “what are you doing tonight?” your response is quickly, “SLEEPING!”

3. Once your child starts eating regular food, you never get to enjoy a solo meal ever again. EVER. (they WILL find you and they WILL help you)

4. Your hip becomes a permanent child carrier.bath

5. “No.” is your most used word.

6.  Stepping on toys is apart of your normal routine. (It doesn’t even hurt anymore by the 176th time.)

7. Going to the bathroom or showering alone is something you vaguely remember.

8. “Mommy” has become your name.

Finally got the time to make a post. I have surly missed my blog. I’ve decided to post once a week now. So in the time that I’ve been away, let me get you up to date with what’s been going on… I had my first night out in a long time last weekend with out my kids.and I must say it was more than beyond needed. So needed that I didn’t even know I needed it. It’s funny, people are always like I’m going to kidnap you and take you out and I’m like Nooooooooo I go out…I go to the mall, target, Walmart, the super market…lol and when I get to go alone, oh it is a vacation! But when I got out this weekend it’s like I got in touch with my old self. Boy I danced the night away and felt free. Couldn’t help but miss those kids though but I didn’t let them take over the night after all they were coming back in the morning from grandma Bella’s. I just want to put an emphasis on the fact that we as parents NEED to get out every once in a while. Like literally NEED it. We may not realize how worn and stressed our body is until we take the time to unwind. We owe it to our selves to take a stretch and shake it off. Shake off the crying,  the diapers, piles of laundry, the constant clean up of toys, etc. I’m going to make a vow to get out once a month. Whether it’s a simple date night with my guy or a night out with my girls. All the hard working moms need to join me in taking time for ourselves. After all, no one works harder than us.

Ronin Shimin, 12 years old. Morgan Musson, 13 years old. Stephan Sandon, SIX. Just a few names to add to the list of lives lost too soon. Lives gone to situations that were in everyone’s control but no one knew they had the control.  Lives that had so much potential but not able to be carried out. All. Because. Of. Bullies. Someone, or a group of people who thought they were just a little better than the next. People who thought their lives mattered just a tad bit more than the next. Suicide is the 4th leading cause of child death.  According to the http://www.cdc.gov/violenceprevention/pub/youth_suicide.html website, “A nationwide survey of youth in grades 9–12 in public and private schools in the United States (U.S.) found that 16% of students reported seriously considering suicide, 13% reported creating a plan, and 8% reporting trying to take their own life in the 12 months preceding the survey. Each year, approximately 157,000 youth between the ages of 10 and 24 receive medical care for self-inflicted injuries at Emergency Departments across the U.S.”

What can we do? Love our children. let them know that whatever they are going through, no matter what they’re told, they are loved. And loved unconditionally. The sad and scary part is that no matter how much we as parents instill the thought of love into our children’s hearts,  there may always be that voice that is just a little bigger than ours. That pressure that is just a little stronger. It puts nothing but fear in my heart for my children’s future years. As they take on the journey of school in a couple of years, my heart can’t help to feel a pulling and tugging as I pray that they don’t become victim to the harsh verbal abuse of others. BUT even harder,  I pray my children aren’t the action takers, I pray they have more sense than to even consider putting someone else below them. That, I think I have some type of control over.

What hurts the most is to read the parents of the victims comments after these things take place.. often they utter how they did not know. How they saw no signs, and how they would have never expected their happy, friendly child to be going through something so severe to where they wanted to end it all in such a horrid way. In that instance, WHAT DO WE DO!  those cases where it comes from such an unexpected place, no way for hearts to prepare. No time for hearts to get a grip to what’s coming. How do we handle it? I don’t think there is an answer and I don’t think there will ever be a way to cope.

I think the best place to start to end suicide due to bullying is to teach our children to love EACH OTHER. Teach them that no one is better than the next. And just because someone may act a little different than us, or look a little different, that they are still people and loved by God just the same! Lets Boost our children. Love our children. Teach equality.


I was recently invited to a baby shower for the upcoming month. Instead of, or in addition to gifts, guests are asked to bring children books. Initially i was a little skeptical on the idea because who’s to say all the guests wont bring the same book? But as i thought about it, it is a GREAT idea. I can vouch for the fact that babies don’t mind hearing the same stories OVER……and OVER……and yes, OVER AGAIN. My son is the biggest example of exhausting a particular item that he loves so much. As soon as i am finish one certain book, The Nose Book, by Al Perkins, i am immediately asked “Mommy, book?” and if i dare say no more today, i am hit with the “MOMMY READ BOOK!!.” Face it, who can deny their kid knowledge. After about the 6th time through, we move on to the next activity…and for the book…it looks just as tired of being read as i am reading it. 🙂 With that being said, the thought of books as gifts grew on me even more. Id love to have spare books lying around. Everyone needs a back up! (Not with you babe, if you’re reading this) haha. But seriously, I love the idea. And if you just so happen to receive 3 or 4 of the same books, you can put your best foot forward and make a donation to the children who aren’t granted the opportunity to have a book read to them each night.

Below is a link to where you can purchase a collection of beginner books! Which includes THE NOSE BOOK! Trust me, it’ll be a hit and you’ll memorize them for those long car rides or long shopping trips when they get cranky for sitting to long…just like me.



PS. I almost forgot the most AWESOME book in the world… (I haven’t gotten the chance to read it yet but my aunt, Denise Rutherford Kelly is the author so i know its amazing and written in God’s image!) Its IN MY CART! Add it to yours today!


Good afternoon,

Its 3:44 p.m and im finally finding the time to post. My day started around 7:30 and i must have done about 5 loads of laundry plus bathe both kids, vacuum and tidy up along with the other necessities like food. So during that time i was also thinking of what my next blog post should be when i got a random text from one of my good mom friends, Larissa. Her text said “i wanna give my kids away” followed by “that should be the next blog lol” Being that a post like that might land me a spot in a cop car.. i decided to take a different approach to today’s posting. although it sounds like a good idea as Peyton screams and smi4151les at the top of her lungs in excitement. Today i am going to talk about thumb sucking..finger sucking… hand sucking and whatever else it is our little o.0nes do to pass the time. Unfortunately, as cute as it may be, my son has his index finger in his mouth literally 23/7. Its in his mouth when he talks, sleeps, watches tv… Its become rather annoying as you could guess. Parents who experience this can probably agree that it cant go on for much longer. With the drool dripping down the arms and the constant soaked shirts, something has got to give. I am currently in the process of researching and brainstorming ideas on how to get this to stop. We’ve all heard of the hot sauce trick..and quite frankly i’m trying to stay away from that route…well, simply because my son loves buffalo wings and would only add to the finger addiction.