Weekly Roundup 1/23



This week was a shit show.  On Monday, we had planned to go see ice castles in downtown Stillwater, but Sunday night Vivian woke up and threw up multiple times. Earlier that week she kept doing this weird motion where she would tilt her head forward toward her toes and belch.  So, Monday morning I spoke with her pediatrician and she had us come to the clinic.  She thought it was reflux and at the time that made sense because:

A) She was only throwing up after nursing.

B) It was happening at night after she had been laying on her back and sleeping.

C) It went along with the burping.

D) No one else was sick so we didn’t think it was a virus.

THEN, we got home from the doctor’s office and picking up her medication and she not only resumed throwing up, she puked six times in three hours, she couldn’t keep anything down.  Of course, at this point my mom brain is racing, I’m thinking this is no longer reflux and I’m getting worried about dehydration.  Luckily, She did start to keep down pedialite and breastmilk for the most part.  The vomiting continued into that night, so Tuesday we went back in.  Her pediatrician now was worried about something we may have overlooked, like catching a parasite in Puerto Rico.  We went home with a plan only to breastfeed for the next 24 hours with no solid foods and were sending in stool samples to see if this was the culprit (sorry, TMI)


The next 24 hours Viv did awesome, wasn’t completely back to normal, but doing much better.  Thats when it started to hit the rest of us.  I got sick, then Derek (he’s a victim of man-flu and he knows it,) and it hit Henry.  The three of us were “only” sick for 24 hours and then we felt better.  In a really weird way it was relief, at this point I knew Viv had just caught a virus and thats why we had all gotten sick too. My mom brain could slow down and stop worrying that she had caught some rare horrible disease in Puerto Rico.  Seriously, I overthink and worry way too much.  Oh, and I really need to stop googling things

By Friday everyone was feeling good and we were feeling antsy since we had been stuck inside all week.  We decided to venture to the happiest place in Minnesota, IKEA.  I love looking at all their kitchen displays and dreaming of a big white kitchen, with double ovens, a five-seat island, and white quartz counter tops!  I did come home with a nice big plant and a couple random things.  PSA: If you’re in need of little kids silverware IKEA has awesome packs of 18 pieces for $2.49.  I always pick up a fresh pack when we are there.  We also couldn’t pass up the ice cream with Lingonberry sauce at the end either.


The rest of the weekend we took it easy and hung around the house.  Lots of hockey was enjoyed on Saturday for Hockey Day Minnesota, anyone not from Minnesota have a hockey Day?

I got a few questions of when I would posting this pull through braid,  I didn’t get to it this weekend, but starting this Wednesday I’ll be doing ‘Hump Day, Hair Day.’ When it’s mid-week and Friday still seems far away, lets at least all have a good hair day!  So, I’ll be posting this easy braid as my first hairstyle tutorial!  Any suggestions on what you would like to see after that?


I want to know what you want to see!


Cool Digs, New Finds

Being sick this week we didn’t come across to many new things to share. But, Vivian did have one of the comfiest little playsuits to wear while she wasn’t feeling good, its made by Pickles N’ Roses.  I love their little dresses they make too!  The fabric the outfits are made out of is soft and lightweight which was awesome for a sick babe.

This playsuit that Viv has is currently sold out, but will be restocked soon along with a new cactus dress that we have our eye on!

Right now I’m all about house plants and flowers.  When I was a kid I had a friend who’s mom had a lot of indoor plants and I thought it was a little weird, now I envy all her plants!  I’ve started my “collection” and right now at IKEA this gem, Majesty Palm, is only $11.99!







Weekly Roundup 1/16



I always have random things I want to share with you guys, but they may not warrant a full post. So, starting today and every Monday following, I’ll be posting my “Weekly Roundup” including tidbits from the past week, new recipes, Target deals, cool finds, awesome outfits, or small shops and a little insight into what it’s like to have two littles 18 months apart!

This past week was my husband and I’s wedding anniversary and my birthday (double whammy!) It was also very snowy here in Minnesota and the roads were horrible, so for my birthday we went and had breakfast at our favorite little cafe and then headed home for a day of staying cozy inside.  Side note: We ended up bringing most of our breakfast home after Henry wouldn’t stay in the booth and eat and Vivian only wanted to be held (going out to eat isn’t the easiest these days… I hope we aren’t the only ones that struggle with this.)


For our anniversary we dropped the babes off at my mom and dads and had dinner alone, it was wonderful!  Before we had decided where we were going to go for dinner we joked that Culvers would even be enjoyable at this point.  Parents (especially with babies and toddlers), I’m sure you understand how little you actually get to sit and enjoy a meal without interruptions, pretty much never.  We decided on Bricks and had a great time talking (mostly about our kids), but also we love talking about our dream home and where we see ourselves in five years.  It’s something we have always done.  Here’s some of our inspo below, dreamy am I right?

After dinner my husband caved to my request to go to Target and we ventured through the aisles child-free (it was amazing!)  I couldn’t pass up the $25 off $100 bed and bath deal, so happy birthday (to me) and anniversary to us.  I don’t want you to think that my husband didn’t get me anything either, he is actually very romantic (he wrote me a poem) and “rain check” for the wedges I’ve wanted for months now, but my size is sold out.  Do we have the same taste in shoes?

It’s funny though, my husband and I were dying for some “us time” and dinner was SO nice, but by the time we were in Target walking around we both started to get “the itch.”  We missed the kids.  We were in the bath towel aisle and the next over a mom was shopping with her three kids and the kids were laughing.  My husband gave me a look and said, “I miss them.” So did I, it didn’t even feel right to have a peaceful trip to Target without Henry trying to jump out of the cart to run to the toy aisle and Vivian wanting to be held and being a ham to everyone who passes by.  We decided to get a cake and bring it back for everyone to have.  Which by the way, Target has a fantastic red velvet cheesecake in their bakery section, its calorie free too (just kidding!)

On Friday, we celebrated my birthday with my mom and dad.  Since I was a kid we have always picked out what we wanted for dinner and what kind of cake.  My mom will never let me live down the time I asked for hamburger helper.  I was probably 8 or 9 and had it at a friends house and thought it was delicious.  Anyways, these small traditions make me the happiest and something I always look forward too.

Henry tried out ice skating for the first time.  Derek and I both played hockey so this was kind of a big deal to us. Derek even said, “This is pretty much why we had kids!”  Just to be clear, he was completely kidding!  Henry was excited to get all his gear on (minus the helmet) and we headed out to the pond.  It only lasted about 5 minutes, before we put the boots back on, but it was exciting to see him try!


Sweet Digs, New Finds 

One of my favorite things is wandering around the shops on Grand Ave. and in Highland Park. One of these shops is Paper Source.  If you like cute planners, calendars, coffee cups, and banners this place is heaven on earth!  We ventured down there on Saturday evening and they some really cute new pieces I just have to share.  I wanted to take everything home with me!

From Left to Right:

  1. 2017 Calendars
  2. ‘Coffee is my spirit animal’ mug
  3. ‘Wake me for Brunch’ sleep mask
  4. ‘Hello Honey’ mug
  5. Botanical Notebooks
  6. Honeycomb Wreath
  7. Ice Cream Cone Garland
  8. Sweet Talk Pens
  9. Custom Notepads


When Henry was little one of my favorite outfits of his was from Lulu & Roo, he has long outgrown it!  I thought it was time for Henry and Vivian to get matching little outfits from there (I’m a huge sucker for matching or coordinating outfits for the littles.)  If anyone is looking for a great shower or baby gift Lulu & Roo make the most amazing “take-home” outfits!  Our next baby we will not find out the gender of and I definitely plan on getting the gray newborn outfit for the hospital, it’s perfectly gender neutral.


Henry’s Hoodie

Vivian’s Hoodie

Sweat Pants

Vivian’s Headband

Newborn Grey Sweats & Hoodie

Henry’s Mustard Hoodie & Sweats


Maternity Must Haves

Some are fun, some are not-so-fun. But, these are the items that I consider ‘must haves’ during pregnancy.

imageOver-the-belly maternity pants- I know before I had kids I thought they looked grandma “ish”. Now, I am a huge fan! They are comfortable, stylish, and keep everything from hanging out (and no one wants that!). My personal favorite are from Gap.


Tums- Oh, the heartburn… Not such a fun one but, these help with some relief. Definitely a harsh reality of pregnancy, perpetual heartburn.


Bath bombs- or a favorite shower gel. I love taking a long bath in the jacuzzi tub and relaxing. In a pinch- a nice shower will do!


Leggings- I couldn’t live without them. But ladies, I’m not talking about leggings with my bum hanging out. Unless you are 16, I am of the opinion that when wearing leggings you should be wearing something that covers that tush; tunic, dress, etc.


Bottled water- I am like a camel while pregnant. I love having water on hand for on-the-go.


Coconut oil- I use it as lotion on my belly! It feels good and makes me think it’s helping prevent (more) stretch marks.


Snacks- Unfortunately, I’m not talking about donuts and cake.  I cannot keep those items around the house because I have no self control. I like to keep hard-boiled eggs, carrots, hummus, grapes, and other various fruits and veggies on hand to keep me from TOO many sweet treats!


Supportive bras and comfortable undies- My ‘girls’ have been through a pregnancy, 13 months of breast feeding, and now another pregnancy… They need some help! Comfortable undies does NOT mean granny panties. There are great cute and sexy comfortable “boy shorts” and other styles. The perfect outfit starts with your undergarments.


A doting husband- This is the key to making it through pregnancy. I know it’s so cheesy. Someone to complain to, give me back massages, and make those midnight runs for a sudden craving. Most of all to support me and tell me I’m beautiful, even if I look like I just got run over by a muddy semi-truck.


Papaya, Grapefruit, Cantaloupe


I’m a little bit behind so this sums up weeks 22, 23 & 24. I’ve been feeling guilty lately about not documenting this pregnancy as much as I did when I was pregnant with Henry. With Henry, I counted the weeks that went by and couldn’t wait to make my weekly chalkboard! This time around the weeks are flying by and I don’t even realize it! I just had my 25 week check up and the next time I go in I will already be in my third trimester doing my glucose test (yuck!) I know I’ve said it a million times, but this pregnancy is really flying by! I’m thinking the chasing of my little toddler has something to do with it. As far as weeks 22, 23 & 24 go, not too much has changed. Baby girl is already about 14 inches and 2 pounds! Hey, at least baby is some of all this weight now! 😉

I’m starting to get heartburn all the time-especially at night. However, sleep is still good so I cannot complain too much. Compared to sleeping for five hours a night this has been surreal. I have been more tired lately, not sure if this is due to the pregnancy or the aforementioned chasing around Henry (probably a bit of both).

Lately, I’ve been trying to sneak in a nap when Henry naps, but I always feel guilty that I could be doing something productive. I’ve been craving Starbursts the past week like CRAZY and yesterday at Target I finally gave in and got a bag (it may or may not already be half gone.) Various sweets have been my weakness this pregnancy!

I know there is no truth to old wives tales, but almost all of them fall on “girl” for me…Surely that means something… I can see my baby girl moving from the outside of my belly now and she is constantly on the move! I love it! Truly it’s such a great reminder on how pregnancy is a miracle! I can’t believe I’m just a few short weeks away from starting the third trimester! I’ll try to do a better job of weekly updates, next week… Cauliflower (25 weeks!)


The Beauty Of Fall


I know we all (well, most of us!) love the changing trees, apple orchard, pumpkin picking, fall boots and a sweater time-of-the-year. I’m with the majority of people and have a love for Fall. It means I’m no longer getting boob sweat and frizzy hair from humidity (don’t judge.)

Best of all, we end up spending a lot of quality family time doing cheesy family traditions that don’t cost much in comparison to other holidays!

Going to the pumpkin patch and seeing my Henry run around and discover the pumpkins, vines, and dirt was priceless. He could’ve spent all day trying to “help” pull the wagon around and running through the patch. They had cut-outs of Halloween monsters and fall scenery to poke his head through and we even took a picture of him next to the same cut-out I had my picture taken next to as a child! It’s such a cheesy sentimental mom moment: “How tall this fall at Lendt’s Pumpkins?” And he reaches just under the three foot mark before running off again.

After picking out two pumpkins and a couple of acorn squash for mama to eat, the whole pumpkin patch costs us under $15. My husband and I nearly spend this going to Starbucks! Speaking of priceless, carving pumpkins, eating sweet fall treats, and watching all sorts of hockey is right there too! I try to take in all of these moments knowing that the stress of the holidays is right around the corner. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the holidays as much as any other Martha Stuart wannabe. But, hauling a family from here to there to Timbuktu and back to please both sides of our families can be stressful (we have some regular complainers…) Not to mention preparing a dish to bring to each house and making sure it has enough time to heat in the oven. And that’s not it: “Did we remember my Aunt Rose’s gift?” Making sure the vehicle is packed with the right gifts for the right house and the right people.

Just thinking about it makes me appreciate the fall activities with no stress. But hey, I can’t wait for the Starbucks Peppermint Mocha to come back!

Our Adventures:


Social Media Is Not Real Life


I log onto various social media platforms and scroll through. Majority of us do it. So here I am-minding my own business, looking at pictures and posts, when suddenly the green monster starts to hit me:

How are they on vacation AGAIN? I want to go on a vacation.

She just had a baby and her body looks perfect! I wish I had her body.

Their house is GORGEOUS and in the perfect location! I want to build a new house.

I find myself turning into ‘Ol Negative Nancy wishing and wanting things I don’t have. It’s not on purpose; and it’s not because I’m unhappy, it’s because I’m human.

Lately I have been trying to hop off the jealousy train and stop comparing myself and my life to others. I remind myself that I am so thankful for my husband, my healthy tot, a growing baby in my tummy, our home that fits our family perfectly, and so much more. I think the word ‘blessed’ is overused. However, in this case I think it’s the perfect term. I am truly blessed for all the things I have in my life. I may not have the perfect body, my ideal house, all of the cutest clothes, or fanciest child-hauling SUV. But, what I do have, I love, and I am thankful for it.

Greed and jealousy can take over easily, and I think in our sharing society it makes it harder to avoid. Something that I have tried to remind myself is that other than ‘over-sharers’ (we all know them) people only post the best things they have going for them. In the tagline of a new home’s Facebook picture, you don’t see the stress behind the choice to move homes was to be closer to their parents who are entering into advanced age. You don’t see the tag “I financed this motorcycle at a criminally high interest rate!” No-one Instagrams past-due notices. When taken at face value, other people may seem to just constantly win. And I truly hope that some people really do! But everyone has problems, and comparing yourself to someone’s chosen sharing is tough, and unfair. The comparison that I am working on making is asking myself, am I happier than I was in the past? Am I improving? If not, it’s time to log off.



Dressing The Bump With Pink Blush

Since my bump has been growing I needed a few new maternity items that would be great for fall and winter! I also never want to spend an arm and a leg on things I won’t be able to wear for long. Shopping for maternity clothes can be both fun and frustrating, depending on my mood. After looking high and low online to find trendy maternity clothes, I came across Pink Blush Maternity. I’ve found Pink Blush Maternity Boutique has SO many items that fit my taste and their fall collection is to die for! Anyone who likes sweaters, plaid, tunics, and mustard yellow will feel the same way! From necessary basics to amazing maternity dresses, they have it all. The best part is that they are reasonably priced, online I always worry that the quality might not be outstanding, however I am very impressed. I give Pink Blush Maternity two thumbs up and will continue to shop there!


Pictured from Pink Blush Maternity:

Black Sash Tie Coat
Charcoal plaid accent maternity top
Mustard lace trim maternity tunic








Mom Bod: A Love/Hate Relationship

My body has undergone an incredible transformation since growing and carrying Henry for 40 weeks and 5 days.

Since I was young, I’ve been self conscious of my body. I remember the first time I thought I was fat. I was in third grade-the worst part is I was actually pretty scrawny. It wasn’t like my parents didn’t tell me I was beautiful or encourage me to love myself, it was just something that started to happen. I remember taking small hair clips and clipping them to the back side of my fingers and then looking at my hands to see what it would look like if I had skinnier fingers. Through high school and college I stayed in decent shape, but never thought “Wow, my body is amazing.”

After getting married and getting pregnant I couldn’t have predicted the changes my body would go through. As dumb as this sounds, I don’t think I ever saw a pregnant woman’s belly with stretch marks! I only ever saw women with rocking bodies and perfect little round bellies covered in glowing, perfect skin.

Don’t get me wrong I knew that stretch marks existed, but I never thought I would get them! Once I hit my third trimester I dreaded being weighed at my appointments and avoided the scale at home. Then, the stretch marks started to appear and I was miserable and couldn’t have hated my body more. My body was growing another human, but I secretly hated it for looking the way I did. It wasn’t my bodies fault- it was doing its job and I was failing for not treating it right with exercise and eating right. After having Henry the weight slowly but surely came off and I started to work out again and eat and little better. I was 5 pounds below my “pre-pregnancy” weight and my body still looked SO different. I wouldn’t be telling the truth if I said I loved the way my body looked. Everytime I see something that says, “embrace your stretch marks, you earned them.” I want to punch someone in the face.

This pregnancy has been much healthier both mentally and physically. I weigh myself every morning and feel in control of weight gain and now I don’t fear my appointments. I work out 5-6 days a week and feel much better about myself! I have found a balance between eating healthy and still enjoying my treats. My stretch marks have not disappeared, but they are faded and that’s no longer my focus. I am proud of myself and my body.


23.5 weeks pregnant with Vivian- squats on the balance board.


Where’s the Purell?

Dad’s Disclosure:

The point of this post is to share some interesting, infuriating, mostly heartwarming stories about public interactions with the aforementioned public and our son, Henry. Most of these occurred between the ages of two weeks and one year old. He’s so mobile now at 14 months, he’s not trapped inside a seat when we are out and about, and therefore less exposed to the ‘less shy’ of the world, to put it mildly. People lose themselves in the cuteness of a tiny human. For better or worse, and in most cases better, they can’t stop themselves. The attention is really nice, especially at a time when we had started to become jaded to other people, and weren’t sleeping particularly well. The reminder of how much good is in the world was welcomed.

So, put yourself in the shoes of a young father whose been trusted for the first time to make a quick Target run for supplies while your wife gets some tasks done around the house. Target is the best place to get all the items we need, plus a couple things to earn some brownie points with the wifey. (PSL from Starbucks anyone?)

I finish my shopping. I’m standing in line. In one arm I hold a car seat with a three-month-old inside. With the other hand, I deftly unload my small amount of groceries and goods onto the conveyor belt. I could’ve put the car seat inside the cart and place the groceries around the baby… This is a good thought to have when entering the store and really just frustrating moment to have while checking out. After the cart was 3/4 unloaded, I set the seat down in the cart to give my aching arm a rest and to pay the young lady behind the counter. Her name was perfect for Target: “New Hire.” (Don’t fret reader, she didn’t think was funny either.) In the time I made my bad joke and paid using our shiny new Target card(5% off your purchases adds up homie) an elderly woman had thrown herself headfirst into Henry’s face in his carseat in the cart. I will put it this way, when I tapped her on the shoulder, giving her a start and causing her to stand up, she almost smoked me in the face with the back of her head, that’s how far she was ‘all-up-in-there.’ I was initially shocked. I politely said something like “Do I know you?” and she smiled and said something like “Cutest baby EVER ermaherhd.” She waved at Henry who was obviously scarred for life, and we left the store. I realized, as I snapped him into the base of his seat (which is 100% Dad-proof, which I appreciate.) People are unbelievable around babies.

Recently, I have begun the undertaking of listening to the book ‘The Stand’ by Stephen King while I drive to-and-from work or any other time I am alone in the car. The book is literally 44 hours long. So far, through almost 18 hours, my fear of germs and the passing of sickness in the air has become an unforeseen symptom (pun intended) from the story. Thank GOD I didn’t read the book while Henry was a newborn, as I would have been convinced that the woman had given Henry some terrible plague disguised as the flu. I never realized how many people think that touching someone’s baby you don’t know is ok. People are unbelievable around babies.

I will say again, people are unbelievable around babies!

-SuperAmerica, East St. Paul. A group of gang-bangers smile and wave at the kid at our least-favorite gas station. (Not stereotyping, the station is in a not-so-safe area.)

-Urban youth driving tricked-out race-inspired Honda civics would stops dead and waves us across the street, smiling. Usually, he would rev the engine as he passed people outside he knew could hear his new fuel-injector tank making the engine fly.

-Uppity barista at Starbucks, typically too cool for interaction-would always marvel at the sleeping cherub, and ask if he wanted a sippy cup of water. She would even take the time to ask how to spell our names. No more ‘Darrick’ on my vente black coffee! Seriously, who spells Derek like that?

-Target, older woman, 60, comes up to our cart with Henry (4 months) across the seating area in his seat and mentions how cute he is etc. Then she proceeds to tell Molly and I her life story, complete with names and dates, and how much we remind her of her kids and grandson. The line was crossed when she kept grabbing Mol’s arm and talking to her like Molly was deaf. Awkward turtles. The encounter lasted around 10 minutes, and it took me spinning around, pretending to take a phone call to end the suffering of awkwardness. She meant well, that’s all that matters right?

-Mall of America, Family of 5, 8-40, Molly is breastfeeding Henry in the entrance rotunda of the mall on one of their padded, circular benches. This family walks by and the 4 kids are flabbergasted that a baby is beneath a feeding bib. Their mom is dressed more revealingly than what Molly is ‘showing.’ Complete with a muffin-top with cleavage hanging out of a too-tight/too-short tee that would make Elvira blush. Regardless of his own mother dressed like a hooker from the 1980’s, the youngest points, and I slowly bring my hands up, palms upward and raised my eyebrows in a ‘what’s up’ type face. The mom pulls the smallest in close and gives my wife a stink eye that I had never seen. The nerve of some people. Hypocrite is the word I believe I was looking for at the time, but was raised too well to yell after them.

-Outback Steakhouse, young family with 2. Henry was 9 months old and being a beast. He was trying to take a swan-dive out of his highchair, refusing to eat and crying at the slightest lack of affection and attention from Molly. I volunteered to walk him around the restaurant, which I know means he won’t cry but will just look around and be cute. This lasts until I return to the table and he needs to feel attention again! As I walk him around, a guy about 3 years my senior and his wife are waiting to be seated. They have two kids and Henry is taken by their little girl immediately. Staring a hole in her tiny head, enthralled. The parents wave me over and say he’s a cutie pie and ask his name. The dad, after the necessary pleasantries, said something I will never forget. “You may think that the people in here are super annoyed by Henry here crying. Screw em. Let him belt out. They don’t notice and if they do, their either an asshole or just miss their kids from that age. You’re doing great and being happy and proud of your kid is all that matters. You will never remember him being bad at dinner, but you will remember him being this little. Enjoy it man.” I almost cried. Thanks Nate!

The general consensus between Molly and I on how many people we have been approached by about Henry is in the 100’s. Target is the main place for strangers to come say hello. Also, this post isn’t saying he’s some Matt-Bomer-looking baby, or some wizard with the power to attract people. Simply, this illustrates the power of a child to people. Looking at Boogs brings people back to what their kid looked like, or what their grandchild looks like. As long as they don’t touch him without asking (and an amazing amount of people have asked to hold him, where we politely decline.)we are more than happy to take oggles and compliments, and to let people remember how amazing having a baby is.


What Kind Of Mom Am I?

I feel like there used to be good moms or bad moms. Sure, there’s gray area, but that’s not as simple. Now, with the age of information and people’s desire to quantify and categorize everything, there are many “types” of mothers. These types bring about questions on how you parent and your lifestyle.

Including, but not limited to:

Are you crunchy?

Do you co-sleep?

Cry it out?

Baby wear?





Cloth diapers?

You Working?

Stay at home?

Extended rear face?


The list goes on… Every time I was asked a question on my parenting, I would cringe waiting for a response from that person, regardless of how little or well I knew them. People in real life are shitty actors. You can read reactions and know immediately if they agree or disagree with your choices. “Oh, you breastfeed? That IS best for baby.” Or “You mean your STILL breastfeed your one year old!? OH.” The stress on certain words not only makes the vernacular easier to understand, but it can reveal how much you want to throat punch the woman in line behind you at Target or not. Um, WHY does anyone care what I’m doing with my boobs? Everyone loves to interject their opinions or “advice.” I push it away, but I can’t help but care what others think. I wonder what category of mom I am put into by others.

What I’ve discovered, and how I would categorize myself is I am a “this works for us” mom. We didn’t plan co-sleeping, but it happened, and it made things easier for us. I loved breastfeeding Henry, so we stuck with it until it wasn’t working out anymore. I didn’t always baby wear, but if it meant I could snuggle my baby and get the house clean, lawn mowed, garbage out, then it worked for us. I am not completely one of any “type” of mom, but I do have respect for every “type.” Reading about the lengths Cruchies have to go to to feel like they are being crunchy enough is a hassle to just read about!

I do my very best not to judge parents for the way they do things, because it’s probably what works best in their life. I know how awful it can feel to be judged. Parents need to stick together and support each other in their decisions and respect differences in how things are done. If you really don’t understand something I would recommend educating yourself on it, as there are two sides to a coin. This is of course referring to practices between bottle and breast, not battery and beratings. I will never defend striking your child, as I wouldn’t ever want to hear the reasoning or research behind that. (This is a light-hearted, 1st world mother problems blog!)

In the end, we all have one common goal. Get them to 18 and out! (Just kidding, sorry, I never said I was a ‘funny’ mom.) If babies, children, and families are happy and thriving, there should be no categories, just Moms.