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Pregnancy + A Pumpkin Patch

A private little pumpkin patch at golden hour with my growing family. You guys. We had SO much fun – we drank hot apple cider, went on a hay ride, picked out a little pumpkin for Harper to paint, and ate great food.

It hit me yesterday just how grateful I am for this life. I know, I know. It sounds contrite, but I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that my life is complete. And now, expecting our second baby,

5 Ways Blogging Is Like Motherhood (without the poop)

Next month, this blog will be a year old. And in just a couple of months, my baby girl will be 2 years old. (How is that even possible?) Since I’ve been blogging while also doing this whole motherhood gig at the same time, I’ve drawn some parallels.

Here are the top 5 ways Blogging is like Motherhood:

1. IT’S OVERWHELMING AT FIRST. Much like having a newborn, starting a blog is daunting. Where do I start?

Mommin’ Ain’t Easy

Oh, #momlife. 🙂

We had so much sunshine this weekend, it actually felt like spring and we loved every second of it. We spent 84% of the weekend searching for rocks. Harper is obsessed with finding little rocks and putting them in her pockets. It makes this country-turned-city girl very happy.

So, let’s talk about this tee. It totally makes me feel like a cool mom (even if I’m not). And it speaks the #momlife truth. Who doesn’t love

I Get By With A Little Help From My Mama Tribe

Ahh, the Mama Tribe (otherwise known as my Mama Lifeline).

I met the first members of my Mama Tribe when my baby girl was 8 weeks old. We had all signed up for a New Mother’s group at a local breastfeeding store. I was terrified that first day, and it turns out they were, too. We quickly got acquainted and spent the next 2 months sharing the nitty gritty, intimate details of motherhood. There was a whole lot of understanding

A #MothersPromise To My Daughter

(Thank you to Pampers Premium and WalMart for sponsoring this post. All opinions expressed are my own.)

When Pampers and Walmart reached out to me and asked me to share my Mother’s Promise to Harper, I went into a slight panic. 

Ummm…like one promise? How can I possibly write about ONE promise to my little toddler-shaped heart and soul? Where do I begin? My heart is FILLED with promises to her. Every breath I take is made up of