My philosophy on school has always been to do whatever my kids want to do. Personally I lean more towards homeschooling. I’m not a fan of traditional schools. I want my babes home with me, I want to nourish their brains myself in ways that don’t involve standardized testings & evaluations.

That being said…

My beautiful biggest faerie has decided that she wants to go to school this fall and even though my heart is weeping I support her 110 percent in that decision. 

I’m not quite sure where the last 5 years have gone, I can’t believe that this is a decision that we are already having to make. 5 Minutes ago she was my chunky little baby & now she is gearing up for KINDERGARTEN in the fall… I’m not quite sure how I am going to survive without my sidekick and best friend by my side.

Ugh I have tears in my eyes just typing this out. 

She is going to do amazing things in this world and I am so extremely grateful to be watching her journey unfold. 

My universe am I proud of her.

Kindergarten registration is Thursday, I’m gonna need a whole lotta tissues & a whole lotta lovin

Sleeping in the crib, can it be done?

Okay guys, I need your advice.

What worked to get your little ones to sleep in their cribs? With no tears- mine or his. Sunshine is wanting the bed to be a baby free zone (I’m so good with him co-sleeping for, oh you know, forever). I must say a full night’s sleep without a kick to the gut or claw in the eye does sound pretty good.

Things you may want to know:

  • My Little Guy is almost 8 months old.
  • He does not nap during the day- seriously, not a single one & he is still the most active child I have ever seen
  • We have a bed time routine
  • He is afraid of the dark
  • We have a noise machine and projector
  • He’s too big for his co-sleeper
  • Our room is too small to put the crib in it

I have tried to get him to sleep in the crib before, but it just became too stressful for both of us. I have said before, and I will say again, I am a much better mom when I get enough sleep. I would appreciate any advice that has worked for you, or someone you know. Thank you so much!


Okay, I’m a bit paranoid- Sue me.

I see so many of those “like/reblog if you are a pregblr, ttc, mumblr, etc. blog” posts, and I feel 2 ways:

  1. Wow, that’s such a good idea to find new moms! Look how many of the people I follow reblogged it- this person is going to have so many new friends!
  2. Hmm…what if it’s some creep is following the notes on it, you know, looking for weird fetishes? I mean the number of porn blogs following the parenting community is ridiculous, so this thought is not completely unjustified.

So I never reblog, and I rarely like them. What I will do is go to that person’s blog and 98% of the time I follow them.

Like I said, I’m a paranoid person- but it is something to think about, right?


We Need to Stop Saying “Babies Ruin Bodies”

by Ntima Preusser

Before I became pregnant, someone told me, “don’t have a baby, babies ruin your body." 

It has been over a year since Anabel began her life. This time last year she was a microscopic speck inside me, and we were announcing our pregnancy. Between then and now, I have gained and lost fifty pounds. Four months after her birth, and my body still carries proof of her existence.

I have dark pools under my eyes. A valley where my belly button once was. Hips with a new amplitude that my teenage self wouldn’t recognize. I have lines mapped across the mountains of stretched skins left over on my midsection. Lightning bolts on my sides proving I was once too small to contain all of the love that filled me. Lines indicating that my daughter once lived inside of me.

Do you realize the significance in that? Every limb, finger, toe…her heart, even, developed near the very place my own heart beats inside of my chest. Those mountains of skin are all I have left to prove that we were once one and not two.

How can I be ashamed of that?

I have so much to say about seeing my grandfather’s eyes embedded into the sockets, and under the brows and lashes of her father’s. I see the seventeen year old boy I fell in love with, and my grandpa as a child all at once every time she looks up at me. She even wears my ears and my chin. The two very things I cursed having the most growing up. Not much makes me feel more beautiful than seeing tiny renditions of those same features on Anabel, and realizing just how special they are. 

My body grew that. 

Not everybody has that privilege.

Sure my belly is a bit softer nowadays, but the way it moves when I jump up and down sends my girl into fits of giggles. And yeah, my hips are hardly as narrow as they used to be, but they sure know the perfect figure-8 motion to sway her to sleep. My twenty-one year old hair is even beginning to gray, but not much soothes her more than my hair between her little fingers.

I am not something flawless in the eyes of society, or even close to what I once was physically, but my perfect girl sees me for who I am. 

To her, I hang the moon. 

She knows  my heart - she knew it long before we met. 

And she loves me for it.

I cannot tell you how much worth and validation I feel because of that truth. 

My body is only a vessel for my spirit. An incredible vessel. It is strong, well, able, and undefeated.

My body is full of life.

My body is powerful. 

My body made me a mother. 

If anything, I was ruined by the world before I knew her, and she made me whole again. 

*Cue Katy Perry’s "Roar” here.*

Things pregnant women should be applauded for:

Walking up stairs
Rolling over in bed
Getting out of bed
Not peeing for over an hour
Tying their shoe laces
Getting dressed
Keeping their cool
Getting out of the bath
Not flinching at rib kicks
Not peeing when sneezing
Not eating everything unhealthy they can get their hands on
Shaving their legs
Painting their toenails
Not crying at everything

There are more… Lots more

Being a Mom

Being a mom is late nights up watching your babies sleep, crying because you aren’t sure how you got so blessed

Being a mom is cluster nursing until you think your boobs are going to fall off.

Being a mom is toys everywhere and laundry that is never ending

Being a mom is never eating a hot meal, or when you do finally get to sit down to eat that hot meal little fingers stealing your meal right off your plate.

Being a mom is saying things you never thought you would have to say like “NO! We don’t touch the cats buttonhole now come wash your hands!”

Being a mom is tantrums because a favorite baby doll isn’t found fast enough, or simply because the sun is to bright

Being a mom is worrying over every little rash, bump on the head, or bug bite.

Being a mom is waking up in the middle of the night covered in spit up with a hot sweaty newborn pressed into your side and a foot in your back from her big sister and smiling because you can’t imagine anyone else in the world you would love to be uncomfortably sandwiched in between. 

Being a mom is I love you wars and Annie sing a longs.

Being a mom is days that make you want to pull your hair out and run to the nearest airport, and days so good you feel like you’re walking on the moon.

Being a mom is staying up until 3 or even 4 in the morning just because once they are asleep you can’t pass up the peace and quiet and the chance to finally read that book thats been collecting dust or to watch something that isn’t Yo Gabba Gabba or Spongebob Squarepants.

Being a mom is sinking into a hot bath only to have the door burst open and a little person jump in.

Being a mom is finger paints and park trips

Being a mom is to expect the unexpected, learning to stop and breathe.

Being a mom is cuddles, there is nothing better than the cuddles (except maybe the matching outfits those are pretty awesome too)

Being a mom is sloppy kisses, and big bear hugs

Being a mom is a camera in your hand 24-7 trying to capture every moment you won’t get back.

Being a mom is going to bed with a full heart because they are yours, you made them, and even though they drive you crazy they are still the best thing you’ve ever done in this world.

Being a mom is  24 hours 7 day a week. It’s seeing the world through brand new eyes, it’s an adventure.

It’s rewarding, it’s special, it’s your entire universe wrapped into tiny bodies.  It’s not always easy, but it’s always beautiful 

Being a parent

Being a parent:
Changing your child before you change yourself. Bathing your child before you bathe yourself. Feeding your child before you feed yourself. Making sure your child is peacefully sleeping before your aching body touches its bed. Protecting your child and getting rid of their fears even though you’re nowhere close to ridding your own.
Being a parent is loving your child more than you could ever love yourself.

how to make a note LEGENDARY.

I have a theory. It’s just a small personal theory about tumblr. I don’t believe this to be a fact, but merely something to observe.

People wonder how notes get over 1,000 notes. I myself did for awhile, even when posting something original that is very thoughtful or funny or relatable, it gets a mere 8. After thinking about it for awhile, discussing it with a few people, and studying a few things, I have a hypothesis.

There are TWO ways of a note going viral:

The more uncommon way is multiple smaller blogs reblogging it and friends of those reblog and it slowly gains recognition amongst the smaller groups, until a whale (a whale is a term for someone who has a lot of money or substance, in this situation, followers [10,000+]) reblogs it causing a snowball effect of people to reblog and like.

Of course, the note will die out over time because usually tumblr famous people post a lot of stuff. So it may get drowned out. The timing of the reblog is key because most people who use this site are of the ages between 12-25 which means the time period they are most active is 3 pm - 12 am. The rush hour of tumblr use which i noted has come between 5 pm and 9 pm.

My theory here is that a note can achieve this legendary status if and only if THREE tumblr famous sites or whales reblog it within a week time span. The more times a person sees a picture, text, or video reblogged on their dashboard, the more likely they are to reblog it. And since these whales together have a following of 30,000+ followers, your note will be passed out to other groups and other tumblr famous sites or whales to continue reblogging. This will go on and on because of the quick and viral spreading of an almost similar like spamming of people’s dashboards.

The reason I say THREE is because when one whale reblogs something, it’ll get maybe 1/100th of their followers to actually notice it. Since they post so much, the follower’s minds filter out things they like and don’t like. Now if a follower sees another whale posting the same thing, they’re more likely to consider the content of it as reblogable. If you see three whales posting the same thing, along with their other followers liking and reblogging, you actually take the time to watch the video or listen to the audio and see if it’s relatable. What makes the note even better is if the content is full of great quality stuff. 


Some people may get upset that, hey i don’t have tumblr famous people following me or I deserve to be famous, but don’t know how to get there. It’s truly networking and people skills folks. Making friends with people without being prideful and staying humble is the way to go. When you take the time to message someone, like, reblog, or just get to know people for reasons besides their fame, most of them can see how real you are. especially if your blog is full of original content they can relate to. 

Also, if you’re good looking, send your pictures to the Fyeah sites, it helps. If you aren’t, then get with the original content. I’m being straight up and real. You have a gift and a talent. Showcase it for the world to see. If may be your looks, music, dance, art, photography, humor. If you can make it original and relatable, people will notice if you try, but like i said, tumblr is NETWORKING.

Life nowadays is all about networking really, but I’ll leave that for another post. I’ll just give you some info my brain has cooked up for now.

Yes, there will always be those who are stuck up or cocky because they have achieved said status, but there are others who are very nice and very humble and I have had the privilege to talk to them. I call these people humblrs. They are humble tumblrs. 

  1. therealmeahriano
  2. shawnsasaurus
  3. kelvinween
  4. unknown-one


A summary of what it's like to be pregnant.

Ouch my back hurts.

Ouch my feet hurt.

Ouch my legs hurt.

Why am I so moist?

Ouch my boobs hurt.

Are my nipples supposed to do that?

My boobs are so big.

I can’t shave my legs. (and by legs I mean vagina)

I can’t see my feet. (and by feet I mean vagina)

I can’t paint my toenails.. (and by toe nails.. wait yeah, toenails)

Are you gonna eat that?

Wow I’m really craving __insert anything here.. even non-food items_

waddle waddle waddle waddle.

I have to pee.

I have to pee again.

I have to pee AGAIN.

Did I take my vitamins today?

Hey, don’t kick my cervix!

Get out of my ribs.

Why is my belly so damn heavy?

No strange old lady, you may NOT touch my belly.

No strange old lady, I am NOT 16.

No strange old lady, I’m not a single mom.

This seatbelt is bothering me.

*walks up a flight of stairs… 5 minutes to catch breath*

Whoa my belly looks like I got attacked by wolverine.

Has anyone seen my keys?

Has anyone seen my phone?

Has anyone seen my wallet?

Has anyone seen my sanity?

*cries* This song I’m hearing for the first time ever is just so beautiful

*cries* Chipotle is closed

*cries* It really hurt my feelings when you threw your towel on the floor

*cries* why did you say “Hello” like that?!