I am a young(ish). working professional. mom. This blog is all about that. And cupcakes.

Young(ish)

Young(ish).

I look younger than I am. Or at least I use to.

Working Professional

Working Professional.

She works hard for the money. So hard for it honey.

Mom.

Mom.

Mama. Mama. Mama. Da-diiiii. Mama.

For the Love of – socially good – Shoes

I first saw TOMS Shoes when the CEO handed a pair to her Executive Assistant.  They had the “Be the Change” quote all over them.  When I first went to look for the website, I googled “Tods”, which was very confusing as it was way more expensive...

100 Ladies in Bikinis

I wasn’t one of those women who lost the baby weight easily. Or ever.

I’m not certain if after two years you can still call it baby weight. It wasn’t there before, but it’s certainly been there since. I believed in the tales that breastfeeding would help me drop the weight, certainly thought that all my sleep-deprived walking would help, had to believe that the constant bending and lifting would do something, and have my waiting for my Michelle Obama arms to appear – but for all of it, the pounds have stayed exactly the same. Exactly.

I am not an attachment parenting parent.

When I’m feeling bad or insecure about my techniques, I google the aliment to see what the Internet says. (Does my toddler watch too much TV? Why isn’t my toddler eating? What does a spider bite on a toddler look like?) I’m lucky that the Internet will eventually say what I want it to say.

You don’t want to know.

And I do have enough scars to feel like I’m earning my stripes. That I can look at a mother with a 15 month old on a five hour flight and think, don’t worry lady, I’ve got your back. I sing songs. I do faces. That binkie on the ground? I’ll get it for you and turn away so you can pop it back into kiddo’s mouth.

Time Off

“So, you took some time off this year.”

I guess my maternity leave could be viewed that way. My story was more along the lines of how I busted my arse to get back to work – figuring out daycare, having the hubby step up for paternity leave, and tackling, head on, the work/family blend.

The Simplicity of Legacy

A 103 degree fever this week had me removing my daughter’s fancy, modern sleep sack in favor of a lighter blanket.

As I rubbed her back, I found myself studying the blanket I’d chosen. An afghan crocheted by my grandma.

Growing up, we had afghans everywhere in the house. We, in Illinois, would pick out yarn, ship it to North Carolina and at the next birthday or holiday, another afghan would appear.

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For many years I conceived of what this blog would be like & all the very wise & profound things I would say. I can't remember any of those things now, so I write about the absurdness of most things. I am a young(ish). working professional. mom. This blog is all about that. And cupcakes.

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