First Haircut

At the ripe age of 3.5, Miss C finally got her first haircut… shampoo and all! All said and done, she did a pretty great job (WAY better than Henry, although that says literally nothing). 

She didn’t quite get the “straighten out your head” or “look down” OR “stay still” concepts, but whatevs! She wanted to look in the mirror, plus, the chick next to her had foils, which is weird for a hair salon newbie and obviously requires a few deep stares and quick glances.

Regardless, I think she loved it. When she saw her daddy, she told him that they cut “this side” (pointing to her hair on the left), but not “this side” (pointing to her hair on the right). 

C: “Or was it this side and not that side?” 

Me: I think she cut all of your hair

C: yeah. I think they cut all of it. 

Mystery solved.

Oh! And bonus, she got to slam a can of juice before her appointment and got a tiny toy airplane from a guy who worked there, which Charlotte informed us that “she always wanted.” See Charlie, dreams do come true 💕


My Momcomplishment


A momcomplishment is a thing, right? It’s like an accomplishment, but even more amazing because you’re a mom and that makes even the slightest tasks more difficult. So, enter, the momcomplishment.

This past weekend, I had a big one (in my world).

Back story… I am not a naturally athletic human. In fact, I still think about the time – in middle school – when I got made fun of for prancing and/or frolicking like a deer instead of running during my B-Team basketball game. Also, I can still feel the dread that would plague the week leading up to the day we’d have to run the mile in gym class. I was always one of the last to finish.

I’ve always been more of a sidelines kinda gal… but not in a cheerleader way, because I didn’t care about sports in any capacity… but in the “I’m here to socialize… is there a game going on?” kind of way.

Now fast forward to my current world. Since October of 2016, I’ve been working out pretty regularly with my neighbor friend. Mostly about 3 times a week, sometimes 4. We’ve done Cross Fit, 9Rounds and Orangetheory (my current obsession). What started out as a way to lose baby weight has transformed into a pretty solid lifestyle change. We now (since the beginning of December) work out at Orangetheory 5 mornings a week and most days just love it.

So, my momcomplishment… last weekend I successfully completed my first Dri-Tri at Orangetheory… a 2,000 meter row, 300 body weight exercises (think burpees, squats, push ups, etc), and a 5k run on the tread ALL in 47 minutes (and 44 seconds)! I wasn’t the fastest, I wasn’t the slowest, but I was extremely proud of myself.

Exercise has become an amazing way for me to start my days with focus, energy, and accomplishment and this was just the first of many personal achievements to come. When I’m sweating my ass off in the morning, I’m not a mom, I’m not a wife, I’m not an employee, I’m just me, working hard for me.


Last Thursday, I officially signed my baby girl up for REAL SCHOOL! We did a lot of debating and decided to keep C in Montessori school 3 mornings a week (which is where she currently attends) and then enroll her in the public school 4K program 5 afternoons a week. 

The public school enrollment process was pretty ridiculous. We (my friend and I) waited in line for hours to make sure we got the spot we wanted for our littles. It was a little absurd, but simultaneously had me feeling quite anxious. 

I can’t believe C is already signed up to be in real school. When did my baby grow up?

Of course, to commemorate the day, I let C get a cookie that morning before sending her off to school 🙂

Little Goldfish

Miss C had her second-ever dance recital on Friday night and, from a totally non-biased perspective, let me just say that she totally nailed it! The dance was absolutely adorable, she looked like she was having a blast and it was just absurdly cute! 

Brace yourself… here’s a video of the cutest goldfish ever!

What a fun way to spend a Friday evening 💕

Henry also had a great time! Here he is hollering at this random little girl in c’s class. Note, he is screaming, “I’m Henry!!”

Henry Update

Can we just talk about what a little champ my guy is? SUCH. A. CHAMP.

Henry went in for orchiopexy surgery last Tuesday morning at 8am. Despite not eating anything since dinner, the bugger was a champ. In fact, I think he was actually having a pretty great time for a while there.

That is, until they put the hospital bracelet around his ankle. Let’s just say, Hem was NOT a fan. This is not even a little surprising, though, as he can’t handle a collar touching his neck or any weird laying clothing.


Get this bracelet OFF!!

Shortly after the ankle bracelet, Henry was given an oral medication to calm him and get him all zonked before anesthesia. It worked. He was SO loopy and heavy-headed. He laid on mommy, with stickers in one hand and daddy’s phone playing “Let it Go” (on repeat) in the other hand. Every so often, he’d lift one of his hands to rediscover what he was holding, as if he had no idea.

During this time, the surgeon came in to chat with us and then the anesthesiologist. If I’m being totally honest, I wasn’t the biggest fan of the anesthesiologist’s bedside manner. He seemed like a very nice person, but just seemed to approach all discussion topics with a sense of drama-building urgency. I asked if he would have a pain block of some sort and he explained that sometimes they give a baby epidural. Clearly, my face grew panicky because he confirmed whether this was something we were comfortable with. Mark and I both agreed that we wanted him to do what was necessary to keep Henry comfortable.

Then, they carried Henry away. While I didn’t cry, I did spiral into a deep, internal panic. On the outside, I was pretty silent, except to mention hear or there how I thought I might throw up.

The doctor and nurses had told us the procedure would take about an hour. At the hour and 10ish minute mark, the Surgery Waiting Room Receptionist came running towards us with a cell phone. She handed me the phone. It was the anesthesiologist. I panicked. “Is everything okay?!?!?” He nonchalantly said, “oh, yeah. The doctor discovered hernias, so he has to make more incisions (4 total). I’d like to give Henry the epidural, but wanted to check with you because you seemed unsure.” Me: “If that’s what he needs, yes. Please give him the epidural.”

In my head: WTF, DUDE? You scared the crap out of me with this running cell phone nonsense! I told you to do what was best for my child!!!!

The surgery lasted about another hour when finally the surgeon came out to tell us that everything had been resolved. They had also tested Henry’s pee stream and ended up having to make a 2mm cut to his urethra, in addition to the removal of circumcision adhesions.

All in all, the buddy was pretty roughed up down there.

When Henry finally woke up, they said he lifted his IV’d arm slowly, looked at them, and called out for mommy. Of course, the second he saw me, he started to cry. I scooped him up and didn’t let go until we left the hospital around 2:30.

When we got home, the most difficult thing right away was trying to wrangle him. Because of the epidural, he didn’t have full control of his jello legs, so he was flopping all over the place… but of course, he didn’t want help walking. After his nap, he was back to his old tricks.

With that said, he was medicated with an alternating cocktail of oxycodone (only at night for the first 2 nights), ibuprofen and tylenol. By Sunday he was totally off the meds (so 5 days total).

Truly, the worst part was diaper changes. I guess that’s obvious. But, oofta. Mark worked from home the day after the surgery, which was nice… but of course, it wasn’t until 2 days after – when mommy was alone – that he really let those poops go. Oy!

Thankfully, he is getting better every moment and will be back at school tomorrow! PHEW! What a whirlwind.



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My little buddy boy is having surgery tomorrow. It’s routine, but long, and requires general anesthesia. We’ve known about this procedure for awhile now, which clearly means that I have almost successfully been ignoring the impending date for months. With only hours left and pre-op prep beginning after nap, I’m anxious.

Hem Jan 2018I’m sure I’ve mentioned it – as if one wouldn’t guess it – but I’m an anxious person on a good day. Since having babies, said anxiety has hit borderline crazy person levels. So, I’m sure you can imagine the endless worry cycling through my mind. I keep wanting to tell myself, “you know that everything will be okay!” but do I? That’s where my head is at.

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I would say that 100% my biggest anxiety is in the anesthesia. I just want everything to go smoothly. Things will be okay. Little buddy, my sweet love, will be okay and this time tomorrow, we will hopefully be on our way back home. Easy peasy. Done and done.

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Still, I’m walking around as if constantly on the verge of panic or an emotional breakdown. Tight, tight chest. Totally useless mind. Constantly fidgeting body. Fighting tears. The good stuff. And, somehow it’s only 2pm.

Hem Dec 2017

If you’re in my inner circle, I love you, but don’t want to discuss aforementioned crazy thoughts. Just need to get a little weight off my heavy chest. And, rest assured, if Henry wakes early from his nap, he and I will be leaving work to get a yummy treat for him and a little retail therapy in for me.

Wish us luck, send us strength and keep us in your hearts. Thanks, all.

Their Love

“When I grow up, I will marry my brudder, Hemy!” C has been proclaiming lately. I don’t have the heart (or see the need) to explain why that is just not going to happen… but the meaning behind it is so sweet. 

Charlotte loves her brother. She trusts her brother. She finds comfort in her brother. 

Charlie wants to “marry” her brother because they “wuv eachovers” 💕

These two little people are amazing apart and amazing together. It makes my heart absolutely melt and flutter and all the cliche shit. But it’s true. They love eachovers and that is the most beautiful thing in the world. 

A Rejected Bear & a Heartbroken Momma

Charlotte has always traveled in a pack. There’s bunny and soft bunny (the same little blankey lovie with a bunny head, but at one point, one was newer and softer… they’re both ragged and nasty now), blankey, Teddy & the ring leader, Miss Charlotte herself. These “guys” – as we refer to them – join her in every sleep and are frequently dragged around the house. The crew has been together for years now.

Of all the guys, Charlotte has always had a special love for Teddy. I have countless photos of their love affair. C would be sleeping, holding Teddy’s hand. They’d somehow be laying in the exact position. They would “take turns” being the big spoon. It was absolutely adorable. I loved her love for Teddy.

Now, rewind to about 2 or so weeks ago… I wasn’t there, but apparently, Charlie came out of her room and said she didn’t want Teddy in her room for nap. Then, she stood before my husband, staring deeply into Teddy’s eyes. Mark then looked at Teddy and said, “do you not like him because his eyes are red?” Charlie agreed and left Teddy. 

I have spoken to Charlie quite a bit about how everyone is different and despite Teddy having red eyes (they’re actually brown… thanks, Mark!!), he’s still a friend. Regardless, she continues to ice the hell out of this poor bear. And I am left totally heartbroken. Why? I’m not totally sure, but a) as ridiculous as it seems, I feel bad for poor Teddy! No one wants to be iced out like that… even a stuffed bear. and b) Does she think she’s too cool for a stuffed bear??? What the heck!? And, if I’m being totally honest, c) I love you so much sweet Charlie, but is she already a mean girl?? Bailing on her bestie over some arbitrary fickleness?

Maybe I need to start allowing Teddy to sleep in our bed… make her a little jealous so she wants him back…

Okay… that sounds ridiculous. But seriously! This bear has been everywhere with Charlotte for almost 4 years. Does it not seem harsh that she’s totally over him?

Anyway… in memoriam of Teddy… the loving & squishy former BFF to our girl, some photos to remember him by…

A classic, snoozing with Teddy on her head…

Love you, teddy ✌️

Charlotte the Ninja

Charlotte has a new hobby. On top of fighting naps and bedtime by incessantly coming out of her room with ridiculous requests (ie: I need fresh water, I need three tissues… not two, what’s the weather gonna be tomorrow, etc), she has also taken a habit to lingering in the shadows and ninja-ing until we happen to notice her, which is usually marked by some intense exclamation by me: holy shhhhh….ohmigod… Charlotte!! You scared mommy! What are you doing? Oh my goodness…. [deep breath, deep breath, deep breath]

Last night I was watching some absurd tv show after the kids went to bed. I had seen she was sleeping in the monitor, so I turned the monitor off and was relaxing in front of the tv.

At around 930, I heard a weird creaking sound behind me, turned around and she was standing right behind the couch watching tv over my shoulder. Of course, I made my very startled exclamation (to which she replied: I’m just not weally weally sleepy – a Coined phrase of hers), and then I walked her back to her room…

Me: how long have you been watching?

C: like, sooo so long.

Me: Charlotte, that show is not appropriate. Please don’t do that. It scares mommy when you sneak up like that. 

C: I know it’s not propriate, but I do weally like that show.

Me: go to bed

C: but I want to keep watching

Me: 🙈

C: ughh. Fine. [rolls over and goes to bed]

What in the world!?! How have we raised such a ninja? This girl is going to give me a heart attack… or get exposed to some highly inappropriate television. Thankfully for everyone, my tv taste is that of an 11 year old. Now had she seen one of daddy’s shows, that would be a different story.