New Beginnings

It's usually the same story. When a new year rolls around everyone makes resolutions, is freshly motivated, and ready to take on the world. The possibilities are endless. The 365 days laid before you are a clean slate. I do not make resolutions. I will not make resolutions this year, either. I am making goals. Goals are not limited to 12/31/whatever the year may be. However, a few of my goals I would like to attain by the end of this year. For me and my little family, I will.


1. Get a "new" car. New to me, anyway. My poor car. I bought it brand new when I was 18. My first big purchase! So I have had it for a few years ::wink wink::. It is time to invest in something else...with four doors. I have another year of rear-facing my son in his car seat. Two doors do not bode well with that. K is my car buddy. We deserve something fresh and "new". I already have my eye on a car, so this goal could be met very soon. And I am excited!

2. Have a decent amount of money sacked away for a house. This one I am really excited about. Thankfully my parents are on board with me regarding this goal, and are being very welcoming with their home. I am very grateful that I will not be putting my hard-earned money into rent. K and I will have a house that will be our home. For that, I am motivated.

3. Get inducted into an honor society. This is a personal goal. If I keep it up I can reach this goal in June. I have 3 years of school left so I will have to keep working hard to maintain my GPA after/should I get inducted. For that, I am motivated.

4. Be money smart. This isn't really a goal; it is more of a mindset that will help me achieve my other goals. I think about all of those coupons that expired and laid dying in the bottom of my purse, and I realize, it actually does add up. So throughout the year I will be aware of my spending. I will pay cash for gas, use coupons, pack a lunch for work, buy in bulk, etc. All of the little things will help me gain a large thing. If you have any ideas that can help me cut unnecessary spending, feel free to leave them in the comments! I am always open to suggestions.

Happy New Year and good luck with your resolutions!!!!

'Tis the season...

...to be sneaky. Not really. I need to work on my Santa skills. My son is a smart cookie. As he gets older, he will probably question how Santa has the time to carefully arrange the presents under the tree so that the size of the presents are in descending order and no alike wrapped presents are touching one another. That is, if my son chooses to believe in Santa Claus. I have decided I am just going to wing it. "How?" you ask. I don't know. I'm just going to wing that, too.

...to be crafty. Once again, Pinterest has made an impact on my creativity. I present to you an ornament containing my son's hospital hat and wrist band from the day he was born; carefully preserved in clear glass.

...to be thankful. I celebrated Christmas Eve with family. I celebrated Christmas Day with family. I am celebrating the day after Christmas with family. If it weren't for my little family (Me and Baby K) and my bigger family (everyone else, not limited to blood relation), I do not know where I would be. I am thankful and recognize how very blessed I am. This is one of the choices that I mentioned that I make every day. It is very easy to allow life and every day stress wear you down. It is very easy to focus on the negative so that our complaints are justified. It is very easy to allow others' bad moods affect our own. I have no room in my life for negativity. It won't be sunshine and rainbows every day, but it isn't a bad goal to shoot for. Besides, looking back it appears I don't know how to take the easy way out to begin with. :)

     From my little and big family to yours- Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! And may God bless you as much as he has me.

Happy Birthday to Me?

     Well, it finally happened to me. I turned 30 years old yesterday. I tried avoiding it but the universe didn't get my memo. Oh well.

     Looking back on this last year I am amazed, proud, blown away. I thought I would be horribly sad to be leaving my twenties. Does it suck? Yeah. But not too bad.

     During my last year in my twenties I had my little munchkin. My mom was 29 when she had me. It is a pretty awesome way to go out. I was born at 4:46 a.m. on May 29. (I am beginning to think the number 29 may have some significance). At 4:46 on the morning of my birthday, I was feeding my son. Ironic, huh? I finally started chasing my dream of going to college. Which is going great so far! And I am creating a home life that I have always wanted. See why it is so hard to let go of being 29?

     These last thirty years have been fun, exhausting, strengthening, and all together amazing. Looking at Kendrick, I often wonder how I got as far as I did without him. Or anyone in my life for that matter. I know I wouldn't make it now knowing what I have, and would be without.

     So I look forward to these next thirty years. They will be full of love, anticipation, excitement, and probably a fair share of annoyance from Nick! I can say that because he doesn't read these posts. I kid, but seriously.

     Thank you to everyone for the beautiful birthday wishes, your unrelenting support, and begrudgingly admitted love ;)

Awwwww, baby vomit!!

     Once in a while I like to do a recap on where I am in this significant journey we call mommy hood. I was thinking about how much my life has changed, how much my perspective has changed, and how gross babies really are...unless they are yours. Then boogers are cute.

     I gave up on sleep, and doing my hair. Make up on my face is a long lost dream. I had been trying to paint my toes for two weeks. Finally got that done. How bad is it that I felt a huge sense of accomplishment once the paint dried...on my toes, and carpet, and crib skirt? If you knew to look for it, you would see a pink trail from my living room couch into my son's room. So much for that nap.

Here are some more of my favorite things so far:

1. I laugh at throw up. And myself. And me covered in throw up. Because of this I have a burp cloth in every nook and cranny in the house. We were having a snuggle fest about two months back. While laying in the middle of our king-size bed, I was on my back with Kendrick on me tummy to tummy. He likes this because he can drool on my face better. We were playing and laughing, and he burped in my face. We chuckled.
     He then proceeded to throw up all over my chest. I was in a tank top. And I couldn't help but laugh when the most glorious grin spread across his face and he started laughing so hard he was shaking my stomach. So I found myself in a predicament- middle of the bed, on my back covered in throw up, gross baby, and nothing to clean him or me up with.
     I gingerly roll him off of me, let him lay there and laugh. I began the slow, agonizing journey of scooting toward the edge of the bed...on my back. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a laundry basket full of clothes sitting next to my wall. Eureka!! I get close to the edge, stick out my foot, and snag a tank top with my toes. I figured I came this far, why not make it fancy and flip the tank top up to the bed and catch it! Success. I managed to clean up the mess without getting any on the bed. Ninja-mom skills.

2. Silly me! The butter doesn't go in the dishwasher. You do funny things when you are tired. Or beyond tired. Or in a zombie state of sleep deprivation. I am usually sharp. On top of my game. Not so much anymore.
     Nick usually makes the coffee in the morning because he starts work sooner. One morning I was up making a bottle, and being the semi-awesome girlfriend that I am, chose to make the coffee so he could lay in bed a few extra minutes. Got it all together; all that was left was adding the coffee grounds. So naturally I grabbed the formula and started scooping it in. Mmm.
     While cleaning the kitchen, I have put the toaster in the refrigerator and the butter in the dishwasher. Yup. I think Nick looks forward to hearing me start cracking up randomly because he knows he is about to hear something good!

3. Mom brain. There is no cure. But it is a great excuse. Don't really have to explain this one. Mom brain is a convenient thing if you have done something stupid or forgetful and need to displace blame.

4. No matter how crappy a day or week has been, I have my boys and they have me. Sometimes, I even get flowers out of the deal. Kendrick went flower shopping with Grandma B. He waited until they were in the car to pick mine out. And by that I mean, he reached over to the planter on the seat next to him and disembodied some petunias on the trip home :) Luckily, Dad got me roses too because that poor petunia didn't last very long!

Salty Toes and Squishy Dough

Kendrick made Mother's Day presents for his Grandmas. I know it was a while ago, but I am a busy girl. Anyone else find it ironic that I blog about being a mom and yet I am just now getting around to this topic?

I digress.

Look at what my son made!!!!

A salt dough footprint and handmade card!

Here is how:

Salt Dough Footprint
1/2 cup white flour
1/2 cup salt
1/4 cup warm water

     Preheat oven to 200. Mix flour and salt. Add water. Mix then knead. May need to add a little flour here and there while kneading. You don't want the dough to be sticky...or crumbly. I formed a ball by tossing it from hand to hand, like a ball and mitt. Place dough ball on wax paper on a smooth plate. Place wax paper on the top as well. Flatten into a thick circle. I then made flat, circular motions on the top to give the dough a smooth surface. It makes for a good print! Remove the wax paper from the top only. Grab your munchkin! Kendrick's foot got stuck to the dough the first time so I put flour on his foot before making the impression. He looked at me weird...
     Once you make the impression and are happy with it, put it on a baking sheet and bake for 2 to 3 hours.
     Once it is done, paint it a color of your choosing. I chose a pearled paint so the foot indentations would show up nicely. I sprayed a clear gloss coat to finish it off!

Handmade Card
     I saw this idea on Pinterest and once again in real life. It is simple and fun.
    
     I cut a piece of construction paper in the Grandmas' favorite color. Then I placed drops and squiggles of acrylic paints onto the paper, placed it in a gallon size Ziploc bag, and sealed it shut. I placed the bag in front of Kendrick and let him just play with it to get the paint squished around. Once he was finished doing a phenomenal job, I removed the card and let the paint dry. I flipped it over and wrote a message to them from Kendrick! Voila!! Refrigerator art!

HAPPY FOOTPRINTING!!!!!!

Messy Baby

     I keep a clean house. Or what I consider to be clean. A lived in house shouldn't look like a museum. Mess gives character. Dirt gives me an eye twitch.

     Kendrick recently started solid foods. And I have to admit, making messes is fun. Especially when the mess is on a cute face. It tested my cleaning OCD the first time. I had a washcloth ready to go to catch the food fun.

     The first time he made a raspberry sound with his lips was with a mouthful of carrots. This is when I realized that the color orange looked good on me! The mess and the laughter that followed made me forget about the ready to go washcloth.

     This is his "What are you feeding me?" look. He loves the new experiences, and I love watching his expressions. He knows how to make a face! So far my favorite was his green bean mustache and gummy grin!

You're sucking the fun out of it!

     Whatever happened to letting kids be kids?
   
      I am a competitive person by nature, but when an extra-curricular activity or interest starts feeling like a job, then you are doing it wrong; or teaching it wrong. It's different if a child wants to try out for a sport, band, or school play. Practice, practice, practice! But, constructively criticize instead of picking them apart.

     I say this because just recently I took my nephew to his swim class. It was the third class in the series. I sat next to a mom and her dad. She had a child in the same level of the class as my nephew. During the entire 30 minute class they did nothing but pick apart the efforts of her kid. Apparently after your third class you should have the ability to out swim Michael Phelps, have perfect form, and be able to hold your breath for 5 minutes at a time. So after 30 minutes of picking this child apart, they said "Good job, buddy! It was perfect!" and that was all. They moved on to dinner plans. I roll my eyes.

     First off, unclench. You can't expect that much out of a 9 year old kid after his third class. It's ridiculous. Parents are often the reason a child gives up on something that started out as fun, and new to learn.

     Secondly, don't lie to the kid. What is he learning? They had no problem criticizing him when he was out of earshot, but when it came time to do it constructively they had nothing to say. The lesson doesn't stop when he gets out of the pool.

     And lastly, yes I am judging them. I didn't hide my side eye look from them either. Frankly, I don't care. I'm sure my parenting style will be judged constantly. But I will not be the reason my child gives up on something he was excited about or interested in.

    

I Will Practice What I Preach

I have always been a dreamer. I like to stretch my imagination. Not to sound pompous, but I was blessed with a brain. I had goals and plans for my life. After high school, I was going to go to college. I didn't. I had no idea what I wanted to be when I "grew up" and it became a decade long excuse, among others.  I don't know what happened, but I got off track. Or did I? Maybe the concrete road to success was too smooth for me. Maybe,  I am more of a pot hole, bumpy road kind of gal. It seems that way.

I know how I got to where I am. Loud, fast and without regret.

But my son has changed me. I am patient, calm, and inspired. I want him to experience a great life. I want him to LIVE his life, and follow his dreams. But, how can I teach him that if I am not doing it myself? I don't want him to look at me one day and in response to something life changing or significant say, "Well, you didn't so why do I?"

I was curled up with him the other day, and he was just looking at me with his big, beautiful eyes and they were filled with trust and wonder...and eye boogers. So I gave him a bath and the whole time he was smiling and laughing, I was thinking of ways I could make my life better. For him.

The next day I dropped all the excuses, apprehension, and reservations I had and began the process of getting enrolled in college courses. So now I am a mom, an employee, a "housewife", and a student. Not a single person on this planet can look at me and say I am not trying.

I feel rejuvenated. And I have my son to thank for that. He is not even 5 months old and he has already inspired me so much.

I think the increase in posts I have written was my first clue!

So this is where I am...

I have had a few months to reflect back on, and frankly, I am surprised. Things I was ready for I haven't experienced, and have dealt with things I wasn't expecting. And I never thought I would second guess myself so much. But, I am happily bumbling my way through it all. And it has been interesting.

So, from my experience so far, these are things I would like to share.

1. Sleepless nights aren't as horrible as they sound.  Yes, the next day sucks, but you get through it. Whether having a baby was planned or not, you will do anything and everything for them. And if that means walking the halls, singing, bouncing, rocking, and feeling the disappointment of having to start over because he woke up when you put him down... then so be it. We were all helpless at one point in our lives, and thankfully we had someone get us through it. At least that is what I tell myself when sleep deprivation comes lurking.

2. Your inner beast will awaken, and she will be fierce. I knew I was going to be a mama bear, but I never realized how primal I would feel. I feel like I am walking around constantly "armed and ready" even though I know that my son is okay and safe. I fear for the person that wrongly crosses my path.

3. I know it's love because I'm paranoid. I look at my son and along with the positive emotions I get, I get what some would consider negative emotions. Such as, paranoia, protectiveness, and sometimes possessive. Those emotions would undoubtedly ruin any other type of relationship. But when it comes to my son, I feel those "negative" things because I LOVE him.

4. Some women feel that instant bond. Others don't. I didn't. We all hear stories of that moment when the baby is placed on a mother's chest and they feel an instant bond and a glow. I felt none of that. I felt relief first. Relief of the process being over. And I remember thinking "I'm not pregnant anymore". I felt elation and recognition. There was love there of course. He was the son I had been waiting to meet. Lastly, I felt disappointed that I didn't feel that bond some women so fondly speak of. Day one and I already felt like a bad mom. My time spent in the hospital, I searched for it. Through the daze of adrenaline and exhaustion, I knew it was there. It wasn't until a week after he was home that it clicked for me. After greedily eating a meal in my lap, he dozed off into a milk coma, with a sleepy smile. And I cried. I knew it wasn't hormones. This was what I was looking for. That moment when everything I had in my lap nestled in my heart. And it has been growing unabound ever since.

5. My heart is no longer my own. It's true when they say that having a child is choosing to have your heart walk around outside your body. I was on the phone, catching up with my sister, and she asked me what I had been up to. Nothing. Work and taking care of baby are all I do. She jokingly said "I want to know your heart and soul". Without hesitation I said "Well, my soul is laying next to me drinking a bottle". And it was true. I looked down at his handsome face and saw myself. A formula covered, drooling version of myself!

6. Stretch marks are something to be worn. I used to worry about body image, and when I got pregnant I knew I was in for an anatomical revamp. Now I don't mind. My stretch marks are battle scars. Stripes of courage, and badges of honor. I wear them with pride because the reason I got them is worth more than anything I could imagine.

7. My life has been consumed by everything baby. And not in the sense of diaper changes and bottles. He is always at the forefront of my mind. I smile when I pull into the driveway when I have been at work all day. I check on him sleeping and hope he is having sweet baby dreams. I force myself to only text my babysitter once to see how he is doing, because I could easily blow up their phone all day. Some may say I'm obsessed. But how could I not be? Being a mom to him is amazing.

8. There will be no need to hire a clown for birthday parties. I am said clown. It's amazing the ridiculous antics I have been reduced to just to hear him laugh and see his smile. My lack of dancing skills and face contortions are apparently funny to my son.

I could actually go on and on, but I will stop here. After all, it's only been almost 4 months. There will be lots more to talk about!!

If being pregnant has taught me anything...

     I have always been pretty good about being patient. Most of the time. Unless I am super excited about something and have the power to get it myself right away. Being pregnant is way different. For obvious reasons. Apparently, you can't just go out and get a baby at the drop of a hat, and sadly a stork doesn't just drop them off. You have to get through nine months of stuff. Ugh.

     Even though this was an oops pregnancy I have been wanting babies, and dogs, and picket fences. Okay,  maybe just babies and dogs. So once we found out we were pregnant I thought "Awesome! Here we go!" It did not take me long to realize I was not born with the glowing, serenity gene and love of being pregnant. Just thinking of those (lucky) women stirs my third trimester nausea.

     The time has actually flown by. It is everything else making me want to just have this little guy already and get it over with. I am ready. I am waiting. Let's do this. Nine months is a long time to day dream and plan and freak out. I can only get his room ready so many times before it gets ridiculous. Come to think of it, it probably already has.

     I feel as if I just roam the halls of my house and imagine what it is going to be like. I can't count the amount of times I just walk into his room and look around. And if I go through his clothes one more time, I may just call it what it is and become a self-certified creeper.

     My silver lining is this. I have learned patience through being with Nick. He is a handful, in a fun and loving way. My eye sockets hurt some days from the excessive eye rolling. I have learned patience from anxiously awaiting the arrival of our son. I only have two and a half-ish weeks left until I can confirm my suspicion that he is, in fact, the most handsome little man ever. By the time he gets here, I will have the patience of a saint. Maybe then I will acquire that mythical glow I keep hearing about.

     If anything, it will give me time to practice for when he gets old enough and both he and Nick take turns driving me crazy. I look forward to it :)

Things I Want My Son to Know...

     I have often thought of things I would put in this post and the more I thought the harder it became to write. So here I go. No thinking. Just writing.

     I always saw myself as a mom but I never actually thought it would happen. Now that it is happening, I think of what I want my son to know. I can't teach him everything. And as hard as it is to admit, I don't know everything. Shocking, I know. Some things he will learn on his own. A lot of which I'm sure in hindsight I am going to wish I had taught him first.

     But here are a few things I know that I will want him to hear from me.

1. Be the man you would want your son to be. We all have a vision of our son growing up to be, for lack of a better comparison, Prince Charming. Perfection in all things. We know that isn't possible but don't be a toad. Treat people with kindness and respect, even the most undeserving.

2. Your clothes are not wearable napkins. Don't be a slob. Cleanliness is next to momliness :) And your future wife will appreciate and respect a man who knows how to pick up after himself. Which brings me to...

3. Gender stereotypes are not excuses to get away with not doing things that are a "woman's job".  You will be surprised the response you get for folding the laundry and putting it away, or putting a nice home-cooked meal on the table.

4. If you find yourself in conflict, use your words. If you are anything like your dear, old ma then you will be blessed with a silver tongue. Defuse. Don't ignite.

5. Chivalry is not dead, people are just lazy. Just because you get the girl doesn't mean you automatically keep her. Relationships take work. Time wears people thin and we forget that the smallest of gestures bring the biggest smiles to our hearts. You should see your Grandma smile when Grandpa opens her car door for her. Again, it's the little things.

6. I don't care how old you are, I will never be too busy or not have time for you. 

7.  Real men really do wear pink. Don't get sucked into the stereotypes. It is very restricting and an immature way of thinking.

8. Family first. Always.

9. Always encourage. Never discourage. Even if somebody's dreams or ideas don't make sense to you, be there to give them a nudge forward if they get stuck.

10. Embrace change. We live in a fast world. With change comes new opportunities. New things to be learned. Never shy away from things that are new or different for you will only be limiting yourself.

11. There is a bright side. Choose to always see that first and foremost.

12. Crying doesn't make you any less of a man. You will very often hear your father describing everything he does as manly. Most of the time he is just being a goof. You will also often hear people say that men don't cry. Crying is just an expression of an emotion. That would be like telling you not to show your excitement on Christmas morning. That's just ridiculous. Never be afraid to shed tears. Sometimes it is exactly what you need to do.

13. I love you.

Pinterest may end up raising my child...

     ...because I have an addiction to pinning.

     Wow! It does feel better to get it out!! Only 11 more steps until I'm cured. I have found some awesome ideas I want to try once the little one gets here. I seriously feel bad for this kid. This is a board that I started on my Pinterest dedicated to my son. I am curious to see if and how some of these tips and tricks work.

     I have an endless list of crafts and DIY I want to do, and absolutely zero motivation to do any of it. I feel like once it is pinned to my board it is finished. His nursery would probably rock if I ever got around to doing it.

     I am hoping to at least curb this addiction so I am not chasing my son around with thumb tacks and post it notes, screaming "But I saw this on Pinterest!!"
 
     I can see it now. One day, he will be cruising the internet on some contraption that his out of touch mother will not understand, and he is going to come across his childhood. All neatly arranged on a virtual cork board. That's right, sweetheart. Your mom is a big, fat cheater.

    

    

   

A bit of solicited advice...

     I am a first time mom (31 weeks and then some along). I like being well informed. What I lack in maternal instinct and common sense, I make up for with reading, asking my doctor questions, and asking for advice from people that have been where I currently am. Which by the way, I refer to the current stage in my life as the "stuffed sausage phase". I feel as if my body could not stretch any further. And bite your tongue if you are sitting there saying "Oh, you just wait!". I know. And if I want to cry because I think I look like a giant blueberry in a Detroit Lions shirt, you best believe I will sob like the best of them :)

     Keep in mind, I love getting advice. Solicited advice that is. I knew how it was going to be with people wanting to tell me how to do things, what to do, where to do it, etc. And I appreciate that people feel the need to help. But I have received some unsolicited advice that made me wonder how some people grew up to be so awesome. While understanding how others didn't.

      So if you are like me, and enjoy helpful tips, reassurances, and the feeling of knowing you are not alone, read on for some advice that I got from some women in my life that know a little more than I do at this point. And if you are passed the "stuffed sausage phase" and well into child raising, enjoy what other moms have contributed, and feel free to add your own!

     "Cherish the moments because time flies." ~everyone I talked to.

     "Never be too busy that you don't take the time to listen to your kids. What they have to say is important to them!" ~Mary E. (my mom) <3
   
      "Don't believe every thing you read. Your child will hold his head up, roll over, sleep all night, crawl, walk and all those wonderful firsts when they are good and ready! Don't freak out or be overly concerned if it's not on that amazing time line some man put together 30 yrs ago." ~Andrea S.

      "Always do what's right for you and your family and don't bother comparing. It will consume you." ~Amber J.

      "Sleep when the baby sleeps when you first come home! You just had a baby and you are going to be tired! The house work can wait until you wake up from naps." ~Michelle V.

      "Be yourself. Don't try to live up to what anyone else expects or says you should be. Motherly instincts are an incredible and real thing and even though you'll never be perfect, you'll be perfect for your child." ~Shelly R.

      "At a young age, if you raise them the right way, in their eyes you could be their Hero. Never take that for granted." ~Nichole M.

      "Communication with your significant other is vital. Don't assume he knows you would like help or need a break. If you want it or need it, ASK! Don't build up resentment because you think you are doing more. Men need to be told. They are horrible mind readers!" ~Megan M.
 
     "I would say don't let the negative things people say about your parenting get to you. Some woman swear by this or that or think you should never do some things. I say, I went through the 9 months and delivery. Let me raise my own children! However....don't hesitate to ask for help/opinions when you need it." ~Jennifer H.

      "Don't over analyze everything. With every situation I would read 2-3 books about it and I wasted so much time and energy. Once you become a mom it all comes naturally. Every day is a different day and you have to figure out how to make it work." ~Jessica H.


     "Anything that takes you 15 minutes now, like getting ready and walking out the door, will take you 45 minutes when you have a baby." ~Trisha S.

     "Sometimes you do have to get away from mommyhood and find yourself again. You will come back rejuvenated." ~Maggie B. 

    

Just the beginning...

     I found out we were pregnant when I was 7 weeks along. Nick was in Chicago. I was home trying to figure out either the best place to hide or when I was going to tell him. Even though we had known each other for years (he is my brother's best friend) we had not been dating very long. You would think one would be an emotional wreck, terrified at the prospect of having a child with no immediate plans of one whatsoever. Not me. Call me a freak but the hours I sat home alone that night were probably the most at peace hours I have ever experienced in my life. It was just me and my baby. Something in me shifted and settled and I felt whole.

     Then reality hit. Holy crap!!! I'm gonna have a baby!!! A BABY!!!! Who in their right mind would let me have one of those?! Fast forward to a few minutes later ...hmmm. This could be fun. This world could use a mini me...*insert Dr. Evil laugh. And that has been my outlook ever since.

 *19 week ultrasound. It's a boy! And he's puttin' up a peace sign :)

     I am now 30 weeks along and we are anxiously awaiting the arrival of our son, Kendrick John. He has already changed me and he isn't even here yet. I am still one of the most funny, completely inappropriate people I know ;) but I now have a sense of calm I thought I would never achieve. Zen if you will. Until I start craving a cinnamon sugar donut. Then all hell breaks loose. Not really. But I do get primal when it comes to dessert.

     I thought it would be interesting to share my experience. So far it hasn't been all sunshine and roses, but it has had some great moments. I will be forever teased about the time I transformed into a raging carnivore and wanted to do nothing but tear apart chunks of meat because I was so hungry and we had driven by a Buffalo Wild Wings.

*Me and Kendrick at 25 weeks :)

     So come along on my journey with me if you would like. I'm sure there will be something in these blog posts you can relate to :)