Blisters on my hands, cuts on my arms, dirt under my fingernails.
We spent the entire day outside and it was glorious.
Come on spring!
Edit of caption: Hi friends. Happy Friday. Let's try to be kind to each other. I never want to make anyone feel anything other than awesome. ✌🏽🌿💖
"this wood is my baby. Take my picture with my baby. Now take a picture of me hugging my baby. Ok mom. That's enough."
Did you guys know there's a girl on Instagram who literally posts pictures like this every day? All of her pictures are amazing and her captions are poignant and hard hitting truths. And she really got me thinking about my why's. Why do I post the pictures I post? Why do I share what I share? I can assure you my intentions are not to deceive anyone into thinking I'm Skinner or stronger or fitter than I really am. But I can see how it could be perceived that way. But those of you who know me, know I'm the first to admit that I can and will (and do regularly) down an entire box of Cheez-its (spicy) on my own. I drink beer. I eat pizza. I wish I ate more donuts. I snack. But I also make an effort to make healthy food choices. I workout regularly and I push myself hard to be physically fit and inspire and encourage others to do the same. But I never want to give the false pretense that I'm something I'm not. I still struggle with emotional eating, boredom eating and I love sweets and things that aren't great for me. I try my best. But I also don't beat myself up over that box of Cheez-its. And I'm not giving up the occasional beer at the end of the day. I'm raising a boatload of toddlers, in case you haven't noticed. I'm not perfect. But I honestly don't hope to be. I strive to be a healthy, happy version of myself. I hope to feel good about what I see in the mirror, not because I don't have fat rolls or Cellulite, but because I'm a kind and loving person who smiles more than I cry and has long chats with good friends and I get to play with my baby every day. I don't want to encourage people by deceiving them. I want to be realistic. These pictures were taken moments apart. I love high waisted leggings because I have a mommy pooch that may or may not ever go away. I feel most comfortable when my leggings hold it in place for me. I don't wear them to hide it from you. I love how my biceps look when I flex, I've worked hard for those guns. But my arms still jiggle a little when I wave hello to people! I take pictures from flattering angles because I like the way I look. But rest assured, I still have a double chin from the other angles. Continued in comments...
Kids are so resilient y'all. Eleanor bumped her mouth on our dining room table last night and I was sure it was going to be a rough few days while it healed. Instead, she was her normal playful self, we went to the library, ran errands, ate lunch and she played on the playground without a care in the world. It's a good reminder. Take things in stride. Don't make a mountain out of a mole hill. And it's not the end of the world. She's such a strong little girl. I'll have a head full of grey hair before she's a teenager I'm sure. #norahlouandediemoon
She's the perfect mixture of sugar and spice. 🍭🌶
I've had several people tell me over the past couple of weeks that I don't seem like myself. And there's definitely some truth to that. I haven't felt like my outgoing bubbly self lately but rest assured everything's ok. I've been doing some inventory and thoughtful meditation and just trying to decide what the most important things are in my life. Making sure I'm putting the important things first instead of last. I'm finally feeling back to my old self and it feels great and I've got some exciting stuff coming up so stay tuned!
Things about bedtime that made mommy want to cry: 1. Eleanor got in her bed and covered herself with her blanket and when I tried to get her out to have milkies (nurse) she said no. (she did change her mind and nurse before bed, but very short)😩 2. When I tried to hand her her Lovies she said she would get them later if she needed them...🥺 3. I kissed her, then tried to give her a second kiss and she says "mom, are you going to get out?" 😢 4. She didn't ask me to sing to her like she usually does. 😭
We found an amazing new Vietnamese place (my new favorite! And they have bubble tea!), bought new plants and bags of poop (which Eleanor thought was hilarious) at home Depot and Eleanor is getting a big girl bed today... Will report back on that after she creeps through the house alone at night (my fears)
Further proof that we are in fact raising wild animals
Unbrushed hair, yesterday's pajamas, poptarts and muffins for breakfast, PJ masks on the TV. I hope I do an ok job of being transparent, at least when it comes to parenting. But in case I don't, our mornings aren't perfect. I'm not a morning person and it's pretty much the only time I utilize screentime as a babysitter. But until I've had my coffee I'm a zombie mom. Eleanor used to come and lay in bed with me and nurse and fall back asleep to give me an extra hour. But now she nurses for about .5 seconds and then it's full speed ahead for the rest of the day. I'm not ashamed of the fact that I let her watch cartoons in the morning. I feel like we hide real parenting moments because we are scared of judgement from other parents. Here's the thing guys. Everyone has it hard. Rich people don't automatically have perfectly well behaved kids. Prefectly put together mom's don't have picture perfect children. We share our highlight reels and it confuses everyone else into thinking that we must be doing something wrong. We're not. You're not. Stop worrying about if you're a good enough parent. Your kids love you even when you don't brush your hair and must have coffee before you can jump into their world of make believe.
So I shared this picture in my stories today and I was going to leave it at that. But the more I look at it the more the memory of that day on the left comes rushing back to me. What should have been an amazing fun day with our kids, is not what I remember. We took the babes to their first Charlotte hornets basketball game and what I remember most is how uncomfortable I was. I didn't want to be wearing jeans. But because I was, I was also wearing Spanx underneath. I'm also about 90% sure I was wearing my maternity jeans even though the little bean was almost a year old. The shirt I'm wearing is my husband's because the hornets shirt his sister bought me was a female cut, medium and that burnout material that's semi-see through. Which would have shown my Spanx. And was also two sizes two small for me at the time. I felt squeezed into uncomfortable clothes, didn't want to eat or drink anything to make them even more uncomfortable, ready to get home so I could get out of my jeans and into cozy pants. I constantly had to suck in my stomach, my hair was flat and dull and thin postpartum. I basically hated everything about myself in the moment. I'm not body shaming myself and my hair still gets super frizzy. I still think of jeans as prison pants and would choose leggings any and every day. My point is that I was in a terrible mental space, had zero energy and my cup was completely empty. Even if I had been a perfect size 4 with lustrous flowing hair, I wouldn't have been able to see it because my cup was empty. I needed to start filling it up. With me time. With prayers with God. With meditation. With healthy exercise and movement. With healthy foods, supplements that make up for the Cheez-its I still love to munch on. With self care. With quality time with my family and friends. Now that my cup is (usually) full, I'm not hyper focused on my body image. I'm comfortable in my own skin, even if it's still not "perfect". I can eat a slice of pizza or have a beer without worrying that my pants won't fit. I can wear the cute burnout shirts I live without worrying that my Spanx are showing. Because I don't give a s*** if you can see my high waisted pants now. I love
I don't know about you but the days I feel the best about myself aren't the days when I fix my hair and throw a little mascara on. They're the days when I freaking crush a super hard workout when I really wanted to eat another muffin and take a nap. Being strong and fit looks different to everyone. I am in love with my body and the things it can do right now. I'm excited to see how much more I can do, how much stronger I can get and how much healthier I can become. That's why I'm constantly trying to learn new things, take on new programs, get outside my comfort zone. Healthy to another woman might be fitting into a smaller pants size, feeling great in a bikini (no matter what size it is) or being able to chase her kiddos at the playground. Whatever fit/healthy is to you, I Challenge you to start working towards that goal today. No matter the goal. No matter how you get there. Start working and get there. Don't try. Do. I believe in you! And let me be your cheerleader! Let me celebrate you! Tell me in the comments what your goal is and how you're getting closer to it! Happy Monday my beautiful friends🌿💖✌🏽
Making muffins with my muffin
Late night cravings. Brought to you by superfoods. . . . . Recipe: 1 cup rolled oats 2 scoops chocolate superfoods mix (really though you can use any flavor) 2 heaping tbsp powdered peanut butter 4 small squirts of honey 1/2 cup coconut flakes 1/2 cup mini semi sweet chocolate chips 1 cup of water, added 1/2 cup at a time . . . Mix all ingredients in a bowl, form into balls and throw them in the fridge or freezer. . . . Enjoy!