I forget that my name isn’t mommy.

I am mommy to a super sweet ten-year-old boy, a wildly adorable six-year-old girl, and a mischievous 2 year old. If you ask me three kids are a lot. Motherhood does not come easy. I always have to work on it.

The love is unconditional, the joy is variable. 

Most days I’m good at getting children to talk about their emotions and take deep breaths when they are angry. Occasionally, I’m the one yelling and wondering how that happened. 

I am always working at keeping track of shoes, clothes, projects, toys, and literally everything else that needs to be kept track of. When it’s up to me there is a decent chance we will be late for something. Occasionally, I get where we need to be, on time, with the required materials. 

I’m a breastfeeding advocate, but I believe in moms’ ability to make the best choices for their own babies.

I love cloth diapering (they are just so cute) but you can often find my baby in a disposable that was crammed at the bottom of my disorganized bag. 

I buy pretty wooden toys, essential oil-based everything, legos, all things frozen and plastic train track catastrophes.

My ten-year-old plays video games more than I would prefer and sometimes I lose my patience with all of the above. 

My oldest is getting big way too fast and my toddler is in a major tantrum phase. My own housework expectations are pretty unrealistic.

My goal is to make each day the best it possibly can be.

To live in the moment and make sure the good days outweigh the bad.

I hope to help your family do the same.