Happy 1st Birthday, Son!

To my third biological child — happy birthday to you!

It’s been said that the youngest child, or the last child, is the most spoiled.  They are typically the carefree ones, the risk-taker, because parents are less cautious by the time they have their third child (or last child).  I’m not sure if any of this is true just yet (except that we are definitely less cautious this time around).  One thing I do know, is that these last 365 days of the year have been THE TOUGHEST of all my parenting days.

“Have another baby,” they said.

“He’s cute,” they tell me.

I keep telling myself, “this won’t last forever.”

Except, when this baby isn’t like the others!  You would think we would know what we’re doing by the third baby, right?  Wrong.

I honestly, BARELY REMEMBER the first four months of his life.  I, we, were in literal survival mode.  Not only did we have a 2.5 year old to care for, but for 10 weeks straight, he would literally SCREAM for hours and hours and hours…and then some more.  Nothing worked — and I’m a babywearing, breastfeeding pro!  Or so I thought!  I had the most difficult time learning (yes, learning!) to breastfeed this boy.  It was painful.  It was tiring.  It was driving my insane.  Was I really going insane?  Is this what postpartum depression feels like??  As quickly as his screaming stopped, separation anxiety kicked in and now we have a STAGE 5 CLINGER.  Eeeek!

Life was getting crazy.  Hurricanes were coming (literally)!  I was losing myself and friendships.


Here we are.  An entire year around the sun.  Though it was tough, I have SO MUCH to be grateful for.  I may have lost friendships, but I’ve also gained some beautiful friendships, too (something that many mothers will tell you, is difficult to do).  I’m volunteering and working in a community that I love.  We have a beautiful family and an amazing extended family that is always around.

So yes.  Nothing lasts forever.  But for now, I’ll celebrate this little guy that has completely changed our lives — Steele Lee Roy ❤

Happy Birthday To Me

35 trips around the sun.

420 months.

133, 225 days.

18,396,000 minutes.

Well when I put it like that, it sounds like a LONG time!  Each year I get just a little bit closer to being “over the hill.” But instead of harping on how old I feel or am, I decided to jot dot things I’ve accomplished in the last year, along with things I’m grateful for.

I added another tiny human to our family. That’s a pretty big deal, right? Just after turning 34 last year, we unexpectedly found out we were expecting.  So, I spent most of my last 52 weeks, growing a little one on the inside.  And…I’ll spend the next few years still growing this little guy on the outside. #IMakeChocolateMilk

I became a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom), again. This isn’t quite an accomplishment, as it is a blessing.  Most of my friends are in the prime of their careers, hustling and bustling in Corporate America. I chose, again, to take some time off and raise my littles. It’s time I’ll never get back again, so I’m grateful that my husband and family have the privilege to do this.

I also became a Certified Babywearing Educator. Yes, this is a real thing.  Thanks to the Center for Babywearing Studies, I spent 5 days learning more about babywearing that I thought I knew.  Of course people have been wearing their babies since the beginning of time…but it was amazing to learn a lot of the “why’s” of babywearing.

I started a cloth diaper loaner program. This was jump started from a cloth diaper group that I use to admin, however, it also made me realize there was a great need for it.  A lot of nationwide programs will loan a small stash of cloth diapers to parents receiving government aide.  We know that that can create a gap for parents who make “too much” to receive any government assistance, but still not enough to cover basic necessities.


So…while “the days are long, but the years are short,” here’s to ANOTHER FABULOUS YEAR!