to prove to myself
twenty four months ago i gave birth to our son. eight months ago i brought our daughter into the world. seven months ago i started training. and in five days i am running the new jersey marathon.
i believe more.
this morning… while eating handfuls of banana chips and playing with his little people toys… my almost two year old stopped dead in his tracks. he looked up… smiled, waved, and said “hi!”
in the thick of it.
there are many lies new parents are told. one of the most popular, aside from, “you can sleep when the baby sleeps,” is “it only gets harder from here. you will miss these days when they are older.” each time i hear this lie… and i hear it a lot… i have to physically bite my tongue to stop myself from replying with a firm, “shove it up your ass.”
it’s me. your mom.
hi hunny. it’s me. your mom. your all day ery’day playmate. your constant companion. your personal jungle gym. your butt wiper. your tear drier. your boo boo kisser. your snack bitch.
unsolicited advice
all the terrible, annoying, “is this bitch really suggesting i sleep while the baby sleeps?” advice is still ringing in my ears. with the garbage advice i somehow managed to not roll my eyes at very fresh in my mental and my second pregnancy nearing the home stretch i compiled a list of the tips and tricks i wish were passed along to me as i prepared to become a first time mama.
it will all be wonderful
today my first born has completed an entire rotation around the sun and truth be told, my hormonal pregnant butt is feeling pretty emo about the whole thing. from the moment he was born hunter has been anything but normal. i guess considering who his parents are, we should have expected as much.
let that shit go
i toast the mamas who cringe at the “normalize breastfeeding” hashtag while silently wishing they could also erase the stigma thrown onto formula feeding families. i see you.
were only wishes inside my heart
to celebrate our thirtieth birthdays and kick off the next decade of our lives, my mister and i traveled to the holy land on an epic pilgrimage. one of the most powerful moments of our trip came as we waded into the cool water of the jordan river. there in the same waters where john baptized jesus, we were baptized.
the eyes of the world are on you president trump.
as a woman, as a writer, and as a republican i will make just one statement on an election in which i have remained mostly silent. regardless which way you voted donald trump is the future president of the united states of america. period. when president obama won both terms i was devastated and straight up terrified for our country. that being said i still called him my president. i still prayed for his success and i sure as hell didn’t take to the streets of new york city to burn the american flag or spray paint swastika symbols on business store fronts.
and like everything else she does, krissy did it with a smile
today marks one year since the doors of k & co. salon and spa opened for the first time. in this last trip around the sun krissy has evolved into a full boss bitch. it has been an inspiration to watch someone i love so deeply push through the terrifying early days of small business uncertainty.