Family Vacations Have Really Changed

It used to be Tom and I would wake up early one Saturday morning and drive two hours for our favorite breakfast. We’d take the long way to whatever destination we were headed for stopping to see sites and take it all in. But now, we have a toddler so preparing for and even taking family vacations has really changed.

First off they aren’t as frequent. I think I’ve been begging for a trip since our last adventure for Fourth of July 2015. Finally we are one week out from embarking on our next adventure and I’m already starting to pack for the toddler. 20161021_100115.jpg

I’m not alone in this, am I? I feel like I have to prepare him for any sort of weather, any sort of messy day (he loves dirt)  and any way he could possibly be feeling. Then it’s like do I pack the humidifier? How much diaper cream do I need? Should I bring any medicine in case he gets sick on the road (I was always sick on vacation as a kid)?

It’s exhausting so I try to combat that by packing early so I can go back and change things based on the week’s weather reports and how he’s feeling. I am so excited about this trip! But I can’t help but reflect on how different it is now that our family has grown.

I’m actually pretty proud of us for even trying to continue to pursue our love of road trips with the small person in tow. Here’s hoping for the best!


You probably read that and cocked your head to the side like, what does that mean? Joyaltee means my kid doesn’t have to wear boring pants anymore!

Joyaltee is an online shop started by a mom who wanted to stay home with her kids and pursue her passion for sewing. Since 2014 Alix has sold hundreds of upcycled items and she was nice enough to send me a pair to write about today.

Being mom means spending extra time shopping for things that aren’t dull, ugly, or repeated a bunch of times for my, still-exploring-all-interests-so-dont-dress-me-in-head-to-toe-anything toddler. That shopping now includes finding mom and pop shops on Instagram to liven things up, that’s how I stumbled upon Joyaltee. I was attracted by the fact that she was making everything out of old clothes. I was hooked when I saw how these designs were given new life by way of harem pants, shorts, or tees for little ones!

This pair will get a lot of love around here. The colors are easy to match, the pants themselves are incredibly soft and they are just the kind of comfy material you’d expect from an upcycled item. More importantly they don’t hinder the toddler while he’s doing his thing. He’s able to go about his day without caring about whether or not his pants make shenanigans more difficult.


I can’t wait to add a few more pair to our closet and I’ll feel good about it knowing I’m supporting a talented mom of two! Alix has over 25 years sewing experience and her 23,000 Instagram followers who buy up all of her latest styles in a matter of minutes can attest to her talents! Keep your eyes peeled for her next sale!

Hitting the Brakes

It’s fairly early on a Monday morning so you may find it odd to be talking about hitting the brakes during a time when people are typically hitting the gas into a new week.

I bring it up because I’ve already had to hit the brakes on myself. What I mean by that is I had to stop myself from becoming overwhelmed by a new week full of tasks and chores. I got caught off guard because mornings are usually a great time for me to organize and plan and feel like I’m kicking butt, but this morning the dark tunnel of too many things to do and not knowing where to start loomed early and I could feel it creeping up and potentially ruining my whole day. Then I stopped. I took a deep breath looked around and began again. It worked this time. It may not always work but I’m so grateful it did this time.


I was able to hit the brakes on myself and I will continue to be reminded of that if the tunnel creeps up again later on. Here’s to a great week!

I Don’t Hate My Body

Whew, it is already Wednesday and I’m only now writing my first post for the week –obviously this makes me a slacker. In my defense, I had started a draft on Friday but haven’t yet completed it. I was reflecting on a full and satisfying week.

The reflections came from conversations with a few friends. I have friends in different points in their lives struggling with their unique sets of struggles and it always makes me look at where I am.

I’m the full time stay-at-home Mom to a toddler which is a struggle all its own. It’s an all consuming completely exhausting emotional roller-coaster every single day and that’s not even getting into my own struggles. The past few months I’ve struggled with not having time to workout. Whenever I bring this up people are quick to jump onto the subject of unlost ‘baby weight’ which is not why I want to work out. I don’t hate my mom bod! I don’t hate my body at all. Mom bod, skinny bod, not working out bod. Wanting to exercise is not about hating myself. It’s about honoring myself.

I want to thank my body for carrying the weight of a complicated pregnancy, the weight of a complicated post partum period and the weight of my now 22lb toddler. I want to honor it with care and attention and I want to acknowledge that it won’t continue to get me as far if I don’t take the time to appreciate it.

So this week I stepped into a gym for the first time in MONTHS! I may not get back there for a few more days, but I took the first step and made time to honor my body.


Now pardon me while I go back to struggling with being a mom to a sick toddler.

Small Things, Big Impact

I didn’t plan it this way but it would appear this week has a theme for me: small things to make a big impact. In my previous post I outlined some small and attainable goals I set for myself this week, now I know it’s only Tuesday but I am pumped to say, so far so good!

I already cleaned my room and doing so lead me to the next goal of being more intentional with myself and giving myself some space that was clean and full of good energy. Some of that energy is found in trinkets from loved ones and some in these Alex & Ani bracelets. My small collection of bracelets had sat hidden in my nightstand drawer for way too many months and I was very happy to dig them out yesterday.

Today with intention I put three on with the hopes that the clink of their metal against each other would remind me of what kind of energy I began my day with so I could carry it with me.


I chose the lotus, which is a symbol of our ability to bring new life out of the muck. Next was the Buddha who reminds us to go quietly within ourselves to seek wisdom and peace. Finally the LOVE charm because we should always walk through live with love. Love for ourselves and love for those around us.

Here’s hoping I can carry this momentum with me all day and through the week!

Weekly Goals

They say you can stay on track with a personal journey by setting small and attainable goals. When the days run together and you can’t remember if you brushed your teeth, that can be a challenge.

But here goes:

  • This week I will prepare delicious but SIMPLE meals that will not take me six hours to prepare. (Dinner time is challenging as almost any mom of small people can tell you, so I need to make an effort to make this time of day easier on me.)
  • This week Jackson and I will try new things. (Like story time at a different library)
  • This week I will clean my room!

It’s a small list, but I think accomplishing these items will help me make the most of my days this week. I hope you have a great week too and feel free to share your goals with me!

Self Care Can Suck It!

I am really happy for everyone going out there and finding time to pursue passions, veg out or refill their cup however they see fit — I really am. But for all intents and purposes I am going to ask that self care as I know it to go suck it!

All this awareness about how important self care is to ensuring you are your best self has given me anxiety. Self care has become the latest thing I need to do on my to do list that never gets marked off. It’s something I think about, ok, something I daydream about doing and how wonderful I will feel after I do it. Only it doesn’t get done, then I feel like shit. I feel worse than if I hadn’t spent all that time trying to plot how I would do it while still keeping all other balls in the air; then I resent (if only for a moment) those around me who hinder me from getting this time for myself and I don’t like that feeling.

So I’m not going to think about self care anymore.3o72evjcawoa1jaflw

I know some day I’ll figure out how to go to the gym or read a book in less than a month but until that day comes I’m not going to continue giving myself a hard time about it.