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.

To all the moms out there with a list a mile long who feel absolutely defeated when nothing gets checked off… I see you. I’ve been you. I AM you. Probably right now. Every morning I try. I really do. I make a plan in my head (or on paper, or on my phone… because apparently one list isn’t enough). TO DO: Fold the laundry that’s been living in bins in the kitchen for two days. Clean the bathrooms. Vacuum. Wash the floors. You know—the usual “I will absolutely not finish this” l

You ever have one of those days where you feel like you’re going non-stop but somehow end the day wondering what, exactly, you accomplished? Yeah. Let’s talk about that—because that was my day. All three kids were home today. The girls are feeling under the weather, which automatically means extra clingy, and Cyrus… well, Cyrus is my sidekick. We don’t go anywhere without each other. He’s just along for the ride, preferably attached to me, judging my life choices. Yesterday,

As we head into the last day of school before Christmas break, I’m reminding myself to breathe. To slow down. To let things go. This season is beautiful, but it’s also loud, messy, overstimulating, and exhausting—especially as a mom. I find it hard some days to keep my girls entertained while I’m tending to Cyrus and juggling the never-ending list of things that need to be done. Laundry, dishes, meals, appointments, cleaning up messes that somehow appear out of nowhere… all w

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

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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.

Kids stuff, baby stuff ... just STUFF! I always heard about nesting  when you’re pregnant. You know — the uncontrollable urge to clean,...