what momma writes

we managed to get our act together despite bird and i being under the weather. i made a vow to dress us up regardless of how we felt. luckily both of our costumes were comfortable. i didn't make her costume for nothing! it's not that it's that elaborate, but i put the time in for this 1 day! we had my sis, bro and their girls over for chili and cornbread. we went on the porch for the minimal trick or treaters and walked around with pockets who thoroughly enjoyed the evening. it's really hard  near impossible to get 3 children under 3 to smile and look at the camera. this is the best we got.  since i'm a little obsessed with the hunger games i knew i was going as katniss the moment my friend sent me my very own mockingjay pin! yes. i am a strong believer in home-made costumes so i had to put my thinking cap on to tie bird into the theme, but i found a DIY squirrel costume and boom. that answered that. gale, katniss and her game.  the weather didn'

i read this post  a while ago and kept it dog-eared because of one line: "it's a funny thing about labor. you never know what you might get and i believe it's not entirely up to us how our baby will come into this world. after all, it is not only our journey, but that of our little one as well. the first steps they will take on their own personal life path." as 1 year quietly and rapidly approaches stella's birth date it's also a reminder of all those hated feelings of the birth. i'm not talking physically here. pish, posh. it was hard, duh. but the real toughness comes in accepting her entry in the exact opposite way i envisioned. commotion. whisked away. not feeling overjoyed with love. frustration. wanting to go HOME! after i read that post, aside from this blogger's story going much more beautifully than mine (ie: "my heart swells and i feel a physical change come over me when i think back to the first few minutes, hours, days togeth

another decade passed. i've never been one of those people that was scared of 30. never been one who feels the need for extra celebration either. if someone planned me a party, i'd attend and i'd have fun. if someone didn't plan me a party, i'd have no hard feelings. october 23rd of this year marks the beginning  of my new decade. instead of being frightful of what my 30's will bring, i'm entering with excitement. i've had many people tell me their 30's were one of their favorites. sign me up! my 20's were nice, but the latter 20's were probably the better. with time, comes maturity and with time, comes gratitude for what i have and more gumption to strive for what i want for myself and my little family. my day was low key. by choice. i took a half day at work to be with my daughter and we took a jog on the most perfectly fall weathered day. we played on the porch and inside and mister made a pot of chili for the two

flea markets, craft fairs and the like bring me so much joy. i love seeing small businesses and local artisans thrive. and thrive in our city. very cool. this is the 2nd season of the city flea  and 2nd successful season i might add.  i always say i am going to go to the market and come home with 1 item, but that never happens.  i always get my staple whirlybird granola  and usually one or two other items that tickle my fancy. i have a vintage chair addiction as well. it's a good thing we don't have a larger house bc i'd have a room full of old chairs.  here's a looksie at some of this years flea finds: chevron vintage chair / old school child's seat wooden elephant teether love letter box / soap dispenser in mason jar distressed painted porch table tshirt from the Z kids @ xyz art / always a coffee  ... and bird and i, without a doubt, run into some pals. fun. thanks for the good times and good finds, flea.  looking forwar

no, no seriously... got milk? because if you don't i have some. i stopped pumping at work and i seem to have an exorbitant amount of breastmilk left over. it's frozen and ready to be utilized. i don't have the total amount of oz, but if you are interested please contact me as i seem to NOT have a supply problem. my bird is still taking a bottle now and then and we are doing a little milk in a sippie, but i'm willing to give away my precious milks to someone in need that isn't weirded out.  (*sidenote* i am a very healthy person - eat well. you won't find anything crazy in my hard made milk). because i feel like i've made my own food here, we are talking photosynthesis, you know the game - i refuse to thaw and dump. comment below if you don't know how to find me. i'd love to help someone in need... even an oz here or there.

i'm so happy i don't have to write about month 10 and 11 for pregnancy.... again, i am always so much later with your monthly updates when we don't have doctor appointments. my little red, you are funnier by the day and i can't wait for you do speak real words. real sentences. and by real i don't mean they have to make sense all the time, but i am so looking forward to the hilarity of your conversations. based on your facial expressions and your babble it's going to be a good time! dada and i did chalk up your first word: CHEESE! thanks to our handy dandy camera toy that says "say cheese!" you decided to say the word back to dada. he came upstairs said "i think she just said her first word!" you are still choosy when you say it to us, but we try bc it makes us happy. i think you are exploring with other words, but i'm not sure - up, hi, dada... maybe tinkering with the idea that these have meanings... and sort of emulating th