Hot Mess Diaries

There is no “right” time to have a baby. You will never truly be ready—but you will figure it out.

Homemade or store bought …whichever way you chose to feed your babies is ultimately up to you and there is no right or wrong.

It’s hard. It’s messy. It’s exhausting. Yet somehow, people still have the audacity to say, “You get to stay home all day… that must be so nice. That’s so easy.” If you have never experienced being a stay-at-home mom… respectfully… keep your mouth shut. Yes — sometimes it is nice being home with my babies. I won’t deny that. I get the cuddles. I get the moments. I get to watch the milestones happen in real time. And I am deeply grateful for that. But the ugly side? The unfilt

Co-sleeping. A controversial topic. Some people are deeply against it, and some people swear by it. Me? I do whatever keeps my sanity intact and my eye twitch to a minimum. Let’s start with my firstborn, Miss Lenoxx. She slept like an absolute champ. Honestly, she spoiled me. She didn’t need the constant access to food (aka the boobs) and she didn’t need the constant cuddles. This actually explains a lot now — she’s my little Miss Independent Sassy Pants. Of course, there wer

We are the tattooed parents everyone stares at in public. My tattooed husband who is the sweetest soul you'll ever meet! We are the pierced couple that some people quietly (or not so quietly) question our ability to parent. But let me tell you this… our tattoos and piercings have absolutely nothing to do with how we raise our kids. Our tattoos are our stories written on our skin — a timeline of the mountains we’ve climbed, the lessons we’ve learned, and the moments that shape

When I was younger, my mom would yell at me to stop doing something stupid or to get moving on what I was supposed to be doing. Her...

Motherhood is messy, loud, exhausting, and beautiful—what it doesn’t need is shame. In my latest post, I get raw and real about mom shaming, keyboard warriors, and why kindness matters. Every mom is doing her best, even if that means surviving on caffeine, chaos, and chocolate in the pantry. Let’s stop the judgment and start supporting one another.

Back-to-school season is here, and with it comes a whole new kind of chaos. Between shopping for hockey, dance, and jiu jitsu gear, bracing for a possible teacher strike, and diving straight into harvest, life on the farm is anything but calm. Add in meltdowns (from kids, the dog, and maybe me), cold coffee on repeat, and suppers in the field — and you’ve got the recipe for September survival.