Being a Mom Looks Like…


:: displaying the same enthusiasm for playing the same game over and over and over again

:: endless amount of patience after being asked the same exact question

:: always doing laundry or dishes or grocery shopping

:: being able to locate any special toy, sock, hat, or favorite shirt

:: pretending to look lovingly at your child when they wake you bright and early every morning

:: caring for someone else’s body functions – day & night

:: having superhero arms and strength to carry your 30lb child at a moment’s notice – anywhere, anytime

:: resisting the natural urge to drop said child after they head butt you so hard you want to cry

:: jamming to your kid’s music unintentionally when they aren’t even in the car

:: magical boo-boo kissing powers

:: exhausting to the core but absolutely awesome all at the same time


link’in up with Becky over at From Mrs. to Mama


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Being a Stay at Home Mom – One Year Later

On this day a year ago – I was heading to the office 3 days a week at a company that I’ve been at since my college days. Except on this day, it would be my last day at the office.

Initially I had some mixed feelings about how the departure was handled – as anyone would in my position but after the initial shock wore off I have found that I’ve embraced and enjoyed being a stay at home mom.


Now keep in mind that ever since I was 16 I have had a job in one form or another whether that was in retail, restaurants, or doctor offices I’ve done the whole range of jobs before having a career. After I got pregnant with BabyBird I worked my entire pregnancy (literally up to the very day I went into labor) and I couldn’t imagine what my daily life and rhythm would look like without being employed. It was just what I had known. I’ve balanced a job with being in high school and in college – so naturally I felt like I would balance it while having a newborn. I took a 3 month maternity leave (technically I did work during my leave answering emails and doing what I could remotely) and sent my sweet 3 month old BabyBird to Montessori daycare and I went back to work.

It was a hard transition at first but slowly we got into a groove but it wasn’t easy. I battled breastfeeding and supply issues being away from him 8 hours a day and struggled to pump enough milk to fill his daycare bottles for the next day plus the added stress of being back at work. Each night it felt like we were just preparing – washing bottles, laundry and getting everything ready for the next day. With both of us working it was a juggling act in the mornings on getting out of the house on time. Not to mention how badly I missed the little guy. Some parts did get easier as the months went on, but by the end of the year I decided to make a change and asked if I could work part-time. By the beginning of 2013 I was working just 3 days a week and I had 2 days off to spend with BabyBird who was about to turn 2. It was the best of both worlds.

What frightened me the most about being a stay at home mom was the lack of everyday social interaction with people. At first I had a hard time imaging what my days would look like spending them with just BabyBird doing the same routine over and over. But what I couldn’t see was that as each day and week passed he got older and things got so much easier. He’s a pretty laid back kid and we signed up for music classes, soccer, gymnastics and all the other daytime activities that I couldn’t do when I was working. And we made friends with other SAHM and that was a complete life saver. Now that he’s 2.5 years old, he talks up a storm. all. day. long.


Some days were tough and monotonous and other days we didn’t even get out of our PJs. But we spent them together. These first few years are so precious and so much changes in just a few months that my heart was absolutely breaking that I was missing these moments while at the office. Being at home isn’t easy and between the constant food preparation, clean up, laundry and daily chores it does keep me fairly busy all day & evening long – and that’s just the house stuff. Not to mention the actual toddler that is walking around looking to be entertained, taught and loved.

In the last 6 months, everyone has gotten into a great groove. BabyBird still attends the same Montessori school but only 2 school hour days a week and this allows me do the grocery shopping and run errands solo. It also gives him interaction with his teachers and classmates which has been so beneficial to him both socially and his independence. The hubs’ job allows him to work from home a few days a week so we get to see him during the day and spend time together for lunches. I am beyond grateful and blessed that the hubs is a total rock star at his profession and we could afford for me to stay at home. After a day of working, he’ll take the little guy out for runs or bike rides (while I cook dinner) and always does the bath & bed routine. He puts in long hours and I know I don’t always give him proper credit but he really is our rock.


It’s been an amazing year filled with ups and downs – but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I never imagined myself as a stay at home mom but now I can’t picture anything different.

In just another 6 short weeks – our worlds are going to be rocked again with this new addition and I am excited to see what this next year will bring with two little ones in tow.

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Solo Weekend + 4 Days

Yesterday was my first solo day with BabyBird in quite some time.

Daddy left on the annual Seminoe WY camping/fishing trip that we used to do every summer. Including the summer that I was baking BabyBird except I didn’t know it yet and got the most horrible motion sickness + morning sickness all wrapped up in one when we were out on the boat. One of Grandpa’s buddies is a family doctor and causally hinted that maybe I was just pregnant but I adamantly denied it while I was silently doing the math in my head. And sure enough 9 months later, we had BabyBird and since that summer in 2010 I haven’t been back.

Can I say that I am tired? Or would that be an obvious statement?

Doing the whole dinner and bedtime routine is exhausting. Bending over in the tub with a belly to wash a wiggly 2 year old is half comical and a test of my balancing skills. By the time he is asleep in his cozy bed, I just want to veg out but then I am reminded of the mess in the kitchen. At least tonight I cooked dinner, whereas last night I just made myself a mixed berry cobbler and called that my dinner. Don’t judge.


By the end of this week, I will be hopping on a plane and flying to San Francisco sans kiddo. The hubs will already be there for a work conference and I am tagging along for the weekend filled with sight seeing and relaxing just the two of us. There will also be food. Lots and lots of good food. Fresh seafood, dim sum, Chinatown, oh my belly is rumbling with excitement.

This will also be the very first time I have ever left BabyBird for the night since he was placed on my chest. For 2 years and 3 months I have tucked that little guy in each night. I am both excited and a bit anxious on how he will do next weekend for grandparents. One of his favorite teachers at school left this week, and then Daddy left for the weekend and then I’ll be gone. That’s a lot of changes for this little guy in such a short amount of time but I hope he will adjust well. I, on the other hand, am feeling quite okay with the trip. But ask me again Thursday night when I leave and I’m sure I’ll be a sobbing pregnant mess. I know he will be fine and will have a great time with grandparents and this will be a great trial run before Baby Sister comes into the picture.


Going from 3 to 4

So would it be cliche of me to say that this pregnancy is going by really fast?

I’m already half way through. In another 4 short months, I am going to meet this little bundle of joy sleep deprivation and count ounces of liquid gold and hear the whoosh whoosh sounds of the pump – a sound that is permanently burned in my mind.

This little girl has a big brother just waiting here to meet her. Hearing BabyBird talk about he is going to have a sister and that the baby is growing in mommy’s belly brings tears to my eyes. I know at the ripe age of 2 he cannot fully grasp the concept of a sibling and how much his world is going to change. We talk about her constantly to get him used to the idea that he is now the big boy and there will be a new baby in our family.


I stare at these baby pictures of BabyBird when he was just 8 months old and all I can see is this little boy looking back at me negotiating his snack choice or asking to stay at the park for 5 more minutes.

I also can’t help myself but try to imagine just what this little girl is going to look like. You see, I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would have a son with dirty blonde hair like his daddy. I always just assumed that I would have dark hair babies that looked more asian – because my genes are supposed to be the dominate ones. But instead I am looking at a miniature version of my husband.


My hopes for this new bundle is to cherish the newborn moments, because they are fleeting. I will be exhausted, this is a given. But now that I look over at my 2 year old, I miss those baby days and the snuggles. I stare at baby pictures and wonder how time moved so quickly and yet so slowly at times. So remind me in 4 months from now when I am writing about the struggles of how to get my 4, 6, or 8 week old to sleep longer stretches that those days and weeks will pass. Sleep will come – eventually.

Soon enough I will have two little people running around my house, chasing each other no less. The sound of two sets of feet on the hardwood floor and two little mouths to feed. And I will be exhausted beyond words but oh so blessed at the same time.



Linkin’ up with Mandy – A Sorta Fairytale’s The Mama Memoirs