This is why I’m not a food blogger

I started meal planning and of course, all my meals are being found on Pinterest. So naturally, there’s already a heightened level of anxiety because Pinterest food, is food blogger food. Every recipe appears to be made with ease and there’s professional pictures each step of the way to show how you too can do this recipe. I don’t even read the blogs, I just scroll, scroll, oh, pretty picture, scroll…here’s the ingredients. I make my list and I don’t check it, errors can and will occur.

There’s been some recent meal successes, found on Pinterest. I normally know what I’m capable of, but today I completely misjudged my abilities.

For recipes that required a food processor, I’d been using my ten year old Ninja blender, which sounds like it’s about to die. Watching it “blend” has been quite frustrating as all the things would just hang out on the sides of the blender and not actually see the blade, which has been put in the dishwasher at least 1,000 times and is no longer sharp.

I told Rob, “I need a food processor.” Our Sunday errand had been established.

Reagan eats a lot of veggie burgers and I thought, I could probably make her some from scratch. I opted for this recipe as my second veggie burger to try, my first one was a roaring success. I started around 4 p.m. I wish I had set a timer to know how long it actually took. In full disclosure, the recipe says it takes 90 minutes, due to prepping, cooking, whatever. Like I mentioned, I don’t read every step and this took way longer.

First problem at Publix, they don’t have golden beets. I never knew they even came in that color, I also didn’t think anything of it that they were on my list. So I’m deciding, is there anything that could be substituted? Could its cousin beet, RED be brought in to pinch hit? Rob googles that they’re basically the same so we forge on.

It also called for carrots, but I had shredded carrots and I thought, so much easier. I eyeballed the amount…all clues to problems ahead.

Since I used red beets, my mixture looked nothing like the above beautiful picture, it was just red, with a side of red. I promise I included the other ingredients but the beets wanted all the credit.

The recipe said it would only take 15-20 minutes to get the right consistency in the freezer so you could start frying them up. The recipe is clear, you don’t want them frozen, just “pretty cold and solid” also known as frozen. We never got the cold and solid, but not frozen consistency.

Another reason I’m not a food blogger…progress pictures. They don’t exist. Here are our photos at the end, we’re just trying to go to bed.

Let me explain what you’re looking at. A dark, bright and frozen ingredient mixture. You’re basically looking at frozen beets. The consistency is way off; we had to completely freeze them so they didn’t fall apart when it was time to bread them.

We wanted them to be in the shape of hearts since they’re so red, but our heart cookie cutter was more trouble than it was worth. Instead we used a serious spatula to slice and pry the frozen beet burgers out of the pan.

Not going to lie, these look terrifying.

We dubbed these Santa Burgers, since Reagan loves Santa. They actually taste great, even though they look the opposite of that. Reagan ate three and asked for more, probably because it’s what Santa eats when he’s figuring out what toys to dish out. In the end, it was a success, only due to her eating them. If she pushed them away I would be crying.

Final Product Overview:
Paper plate ✅
Fried ✅
Shapeless ✅
Lack of food staging ✅

Although these looks meh they tasted pretty darn good. It’s fried. It’s Santa. It’s time for bed.

Santa surprise inside #rareburger #beetburger #santaburger

How to get out of Potty Training Purgatory — A Comprehensive Guide

Have you been trying to potty train your toddler? Do you feel like you’re locked in a small cage with an animal who isn’t rational? Then you’ve come to the right place. I’m here to help you get out of potty training purgatory with this comprehensive guide. My experience in potty training will surely give you the boost you need, just follow this simple guide.

  1. Get this book and read it cover to cover, maybe even two times. While reading it, you may feel like the author is conveying you’ve been doing parenting wrong up until this point. That is accurate. Read the reviews, the negative ones will give you an idea of how I landed in purgatory.
  2. Pick a potty. You can get this, or this, or this.
  3. Realize those potty’s don’t work.
  4. Get an actual toddler toilet like in elementary school. We opted for this one by American Standard and truth be told, our daughter has some special needs and mobility issues so we wanted to make it as easy as possible for her. The size worked. Point for the parents! But the toilet opening was still too large.
  5. Try to make it work.
    Splash down
  6. Stay positive!!
  7. Grab coffee.
  8. Ask constantly, meaning 100 times an hour, if they’re dry.
  9. Praise them when they are.
  10. Tell them to let you know when they have to potty. The book says not to ask them if they have to go, and certainly don’t sit them down on the potty. Wait until they tell you. Signing for potty
  11. Have your bribes ready. Candy didn’t work for us, but presents kind of did. Luckily, Christmas just happened and several presents haven’t realized their full potential. Like this backpack. Backpack bribe
    Or this Frozen costume.
  12. The following may happen: hands in the toilet, flushing for fun, peeing a tiny bit right before getting on the potty, holding the rest of your pee for hours, throwing a portable toilet, falling sideways onto the bathtub, crying (by everyone), living in the bathroom for 12 hours a day.
  13. Stay positive! You can do this…I think.
  14. Your toddler may have new demands. Our hair bow hating girl needed to wear all her bows. At the same time. Just go with it. Your battle is the potty, not matching bows.bows
  15. Since we’re just wearing panties and a t-shrit, your toddler may think it’s a good time to go commando with two pairs of skinny pants. Again, these are battles that you don’t need to fight. This offered a much needed comedic break and was a huge breakthrough and new milestone of dressing oneself.IMG_2706
  16. At this point, I feel a diagram may be helpful so you know what’s needed within reach — notice that Mom is not pictured. She’s on a caffeine kick rocking back and forth in a corner.diagram
  17. Call your husband and demand a new solution to the potty since she keeps splashing down or throwing the rigged, unhinged portable potty.
  18. Thank God for your best friend who told you about this, and thank the good Lord your husband can install anything and that it works with the tiny toilet.
  19. It’s almost bedtime, so have your wine ready to counteract all the large iced coffees you’ve had.
  20. Ponder how you were every potty trained.
  21. Realize your child hasn’t pooped all day, but keeps telling you they need to.
  22. Put them in bed. Be hardcore, no diaper. NO pull-up. See #1, the book, and remember you’ve been parenting all wrong.
  23. Put your child down for bed for two hours, put them on the potty when they tell you they need to go.
  24. Put them to bed after they haven’t gone.
  25. Wake up from 3 a.m. – 5 a.m. at your child’s leading and try the potty.
  26. Fail.
  27. Clean two wet beds.
  28. It’s now 6 a.m. and your child has indicated the day is starting, wake up irritated and try to make coffee.
  29. This is the smallest amount of sleep you’ve had since the newborn days. Your child slept for 4 1/2 hours and hasn’t pooped.Sleeping
  30. Start day two.
  31. Oh, right…we’re still in potty training purgatory.
  32. Thank me for being the most honest person in your potty training journey.

In all seriousness, every child is different; I’ve heard it, said it, loathed it, believed it and tried to accept it. Do your best and do what works for your family and don’t give up. Luckily I have a helpful husband, mom and a group of girls I can text with to help me through. Hopefully a full trained potty post will follow this one sometime soon. Until then my friend sent me this mug and I can’t wait for it’s arrival (in 1-2 weeks). When it arrives, I’m praying Reagan is potty trained, other wise…the latter will be true. I love Jesus

**Update** Day two, Reagan peed on the potty twice and stayed dry for 12 hours at night. Day three she peed when she woke up AND pooped all by herself. Maybe we have been parenting all wrong.

No more napping!

One thing I’ve learned is that you need to wisely pick the battles you have with a toddler. For me, the nap battle was a losing one. So I ended them.

My friends thought I was crazy…WHAT?!? No more naps? [insert cry emoticon for several rows of text].

It wasn’t worth it anymore. Sometimes we’d do the no nap dance for almost two hours. Reagan was exhausted, she’d drift to sleep, I’d put her in her toddler bed, she’d wake up. Or, I’d put her down and then stand outside her door and put her back in bed every time she got up, which was every ten seconds. Too many tears and too much frustration. It wasn’t worth it. She won, I surrendered.

Our new plan of action is “quiet time” for about an hour or so, because mamma needs a moment. Reagan stays on one side of the baby gates with her toys and her very welcoming room, which begs for a certain little two and a half year old to take a nap. And I hide on the other side of the baby gates, in the kitchen eating fist fulls of trail mix, working to sell my listings or online shop (sorry Rob).

So far, Reagan has decided not to nap during the allotted “quiet time” but she has flirted with her bed and gotten in it, laid down and promptly gotten back out. She can’t say no to the freedom! I’ve had lots of suggestions to help me keep the nap going, but honestly, I don’t need them. The nap is now her choice, and it has to be for everyone’s sanity.

The day after the naps ended, my neighbor asked me to the local high school homecoming parade. I thought, sure…why not. It’s right when nap time used to be, but we don’t do those anymore. A parade sounds great.

parade nap 1
She fell asleep in the car, transferred to the stroller, slept through a DRUM LINE, SIRENS AND CHEERLEADERS.


parade nap 2
See, when you decide not to nap at home, you wake up to a parade! Who’s winning now? We all are.

parade cheerleaders
Losing the nap is something I’ve accepted. And I’m pretty excited about the epic photos that have already ensued. Like these from the weekend…

weekend nap
I don’t think one more thing could fit in here, so it must be the perfect place to nap.

Since naps are out…we MUST make sure the wine is stocked. Honestly, I can’t even believe the amount of sleeping she’s doing outside of her crib. It’s WAAAY more than was happening before for nap time, PLUS we’re getting stuff done!



And then there’s also trying to nap at 6 p.m. after a quick trip to the grocery store.

NOPE. It’s not nap time. You had that chance about five hours ago during quiet time.

Having optional nap time in our house has provided us with the freedom to continue on with our day and not be confined to the walls of our home for a nap that may or may not happen. It’s provided Reagan the freedom to make that choice. The other benefit to no naps is immediate sleep at bedtime. The less fighting and negotiating I have to do with a toddler the better. I understand making this choice isn’t for everyone. I certainly don’t have all the answers, but what I know is I’m a happier mommy with the optional napping and that makes for a happier everyone.

Labor Day

It’s been a while since I’ve posted and that’s due to a lot of things…1) I need to be in the mood to write 2) I’ve been super busy and 3) while I could whip up a blog post, if I’m not “feeling it” or feeling in the mood to let my words flow without it seeming like work, I just don’t do it. I’ve got lots of things I want to write about but when the mood strikes, I just stop everything else and start typing…(sorry laundry).

Last week, Rob and I had the brilliant idea to go to the beach on Labor Day weekend, not on Labor Day b/c that’s just crazy talk, but on Sunday…you know, to beat the crowds. I laugh just writing that. I mean, I knew it would be busy, but I guess I’ve never gone to the beach during Labor Day weekend b/c it was jam packed!

This was really our first outing that required so much packing and planning. We borrowed a tent from our lovely friends Dan and Rebekah, packed a lunch, and it was a darn good lunch too…sandwiches, watermelon, berries, it was special people. Plus, I got special baby SPF 50 sunscreen (let’s block the UVA and UVB rays, and get the super thick kind that you have to work in like you’re waxing a car). I was so excited, hopeful and freaked out for our first trip to the beach.

During the hour or so drive, we anticipated that Reagan would give us her usual hour or hour and a half nap, we left at the perfect time for it to happen, but, she only slept for 20 minutes. This will be…interesting…

As we drove on the beach, we kept going and going trying to find a parking spot, while a little miss fussy pants began to brew in the back seat.

After we parked, Rob took the tent out and I’m all “is this going to be difficult? I don’t know how to do this, it’s hot…” But, Rob is seriously a master at figuring out how to do things, put them together, fix them, etc…if it were me, I’d just buy an umbrella that would probably keep flying away so that I’d constantly need to re-dig a hole. But Rob, he reads directions, and has skills and patience and such, he’s the opposite of me. So he patiently figured out what to do, used his muscles and his brain and kept telling me to “hold this down, push this up, put that there,” and I obliged b/c I don’t know what’s going on, only that it will get done right and faster if I listen to him. It took about 15-20 minutes (which to me seems like an eternity b/c I’m not patient, remember)…but voila! We had a tent!

Instead of feeding Reagan under the tent, I fed her in the AC’d car while Rob got us all set up with our towels, her toys and our lunch. Everything was going great, we had our happy girl, she was excited to be outside and we were just flying by the seat of our pants.

We had goals before we went to the beach and they were to 1) get there 2) get some pictures and 3) get ice cream. See, when you have attainable goals, you can succeed. Rob is the goal setter which just means he’s trying to give his wife with freak out tendencies reasonable things to expect. I shouldn’t expect that Reagan will love every moment of this new and terrifying experience.

So, we got there, CHECK!

Side story…I met a gal who also had her 6 month baby there…it was not her baby’s first trip, nope. They’ve been coming to the beach since the baby was 4 days old and it looked like they had the beach deal down pat…and she also had the body of Jillian Michaels, she looked fantastic. I was super grateful for her taking our first family beach photo. She was so nice, even though she looked like a super model. After talking with her and staring at her abs, I decided to go back and eat my big turkey sandwich on ciabatta bread and contemplate how many sit ups I’d need to do to have her rock hard abs.

Jillian Michaels

So after goal one of getting to the beach was achieved, we decided to get some pictures of Reagan while she was awake and still happy.

This is the first photo, we've got a tired one on our hands...
This is the first photo, we’ve got a tired one on our hands…
Reagan and Daddy
Reagan and Daddy
Reagan and mommy 2
See our big tent?! It was up and down before you could say “labor day weekend beach day.”
Reagan and mommy
Reagan and mommy
Feet in the sand and water for the first time!
Feet in the sand and water for the first time! What IS THIS?

Reagan splash 2

The water is moving! It's splashing me!!!
The water is moving! It’s splashing me!!!
Not a fan of the splashing water...
Not a fan of the splashing water…
Reagan and Daddy in ocean
Since I don’t like the splashing water…maybe I’ll like standing right in the ocean.
Close up of Reagan's pure terror.
Close up of Reagan’s pure terror.

Even though Reagan cried for about 30 minutes straight after this point and I felt bad for the folks around us since we really couldn’t calm her down, it was such a great day. It’s so fun to watch your baby experience things for the first time. She doesn’t know what the beach is or why it’s so bright, so watery and sandy, or what the heck is happening, but she’s with her parents and it will be OK…and we’ll keep taking her to the beach so that she knows, it’s OK. (You gotta like the beach Ray Ray…it’s kinda where we vacation).

And the body builder was kind enough to take this photo of us to capture our first family beach day. I’m so glad abs was there and demanded the camera out of my hands…I sucked in as much as I could to make the photo nice. I’ll try to do better next time, Jillian.

First family beach trip!
First family beach trip!
ice cream obtained. goals met. sorry jillian michaels, but i'm not sorry about's FROZEN GOLD!
ice cream obtained. goals met. sorry jillian michaels, but i’m not sorry about this…it’s FROZEN GOLD!


A Loose Grip

The title of this blog is a complete oxymoron, but there’s good reason.  Let me explain…

In my mind, I feel the need to control every situation for Reagan.  Who am I going to let be around her…who have THOSE people been around…and so on and so forth.  You would call that a tight grip, a short leash, neurotic maybe, if she didn’t have the GA-1 diagnosis and I didn’t have a good reason for it.

But recently a dear friend from college, Denise, asked if she could stay with Rob and I for the weekend.  We’ve always offered our place before, and now…she’s taking us up on it.  Whoa. That’s my first thought.

Denise: Do you mind if I stay with you this weekend while I’m in Orlando?

My internal thoughts: [Um…oh wow, are we ready for that? Who’s Denise been around…how do I answer this nicely? Can I question her past few days of people interaction without sounding like I’m giving an interrogation].

Me: Let me ask Rob.

As I chatted with Rob and told him my fears, he calmly reminds me that we can’t live in fear.  Our Dr.’s remind us that we can’t live in a bubble…I keep asking myself why we can’t do that…even though I’m an extreme extrovert, I can make this sacrifice.  But the thing is, it’s just not possible.  Reagan needs to experience LIFE, like a normal baby, toddler, child, teenager, adult, etc.  God knew what he was doing when He put our family together.

My thoughts continue to wander…every night when I pray for Reagan, I pray that God protects her.  And recently I realized, am I really trusting God if I pray for Him to protect her and yet, I try to keep my grip on every circumstance and scenario that presents itself to us? The reality is that I’m not trusting God to protect her.  Yes, I need to be cautious, but at some point, I have to loosen my grip to try and control EVERYTHING and start trusting God for her safety.  Guess who controls everything? Not me. That’d be God. And I can’t think of anyone else who wants the very best for Reagan than the One who created her.

This impromptu houseguest is something that is helping me 1) realize my fears and also that I’m doubting God and 2) it’s giving me the opportunity to face my fears and trust God.

Isaiah 41:10
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

2 Timothy 1:7
For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.

In all my decisions surrounding Reagan, it’s a ripple effect in my mind…if I do this, how will that affect her…if I go here, what if this happens? If I bring her to that, what if something unexpected that I didn’t plan for arises? … and on and on and on.

I was reminded recently that even if I try and I think of all possible scenarios, I can’t predict what will happen.

Case and point: My recent mall trip to return one item and exchange another.  I thought, I can bring Reagan, I can do this, and I’ll be fast, 30 minutes in the mall tops. Plus, I can fool her…I’ll put a night time diaper on her, those hold so much pee, she won’t even know if she has a wet diaper.  I’m such a GENIUS! Bonus: Reagan has already pooped like three times today, there is NO WAY she has more in there.  I’ll feed her before I go, but still take some food just in case, and she should be totally fine. I’ve accounted for everything...

Well, the screaming started about 15 minutes in…OK, I’ll hold you for a little bit before we go to the next store.  Now let’s go in your stroller…oh, you want to scream the entire way? Maybe you’re hungry…let’s stop at Starbucks and get hot water to heat up your food.  Ahhh…I figured it out, you were hungry, small delay in my expected 30-minute mall trip, but no big deal.  Now you’re fed, let’s press on.  Did you not get enough food…b/c now you’re screaming in Baby Gap and I’m not quite sure why.  Also, there’s a strange lady trying to touch your arm as if she can soothe you.

My response:

Ok, let’s power walk to the car…and while we’re on our way, let’s tell the mall about the new octave you learned about in your voice!  WOW! I am now on the receiving end of those people who give dirty looks to those parents who have screaming babies…(disclaimer: I am also one of those people, see above)…if I could have given myself a dirty look, I would have.  Instead, I gave everyone else a dirty look to MOVE! GET OUT OF MY WAY!!! I’m trying to get out of here…my baby is fed, she has a night time diaper on, and there is NO WAY she has pooped in that night time diaper, she’s just cranky, OK?!!?!

Whew…finally in the car, luckily my mom was in attendance, and also a witness to the crazy in case you want to pepper her with questions for a good laugh, and she helped to soothe Reagan while in the car.

Back home, I decide to change her…well, what do you know.  POOP! Do you see my problem? I was clinging to MY pre-determined expectations and MY wanting to control the situation and I gave no room for any deviation to MY plans.  Except, I have this one constant variable…my daughter, and I can’t control what she does.

I keep learning this lesson.  God keeps putting me in these situations and I realize, I can’t control everything…or anything really…other than my reaction to what I’m presented with.

So this weekend, my friend Denise stayed with me…and we hung out with Reagan, I even let her hold her. Please don’t be mad if I’ve delayed giving you the joy of holding Ray Ray, just love this precious pic below like I do…

Look at these sleeping beauties! They both just woke up.
Look at these sleeping beauties! They both just woke up.

I love Denise, she always encourages me, challenges me and makes me want to strengthen my walk with the Lord.  We had such a fun time…she joined me to show a property, we cruised around UCF and briefly took in a bar mitzvah (but seriously, we did…Congrats Nick, we’re all sooo proud of you!!)

And before she left, she shared a verse that gave me major perspective and further cemented that I am not in control of anything…

Psalm 115:3
But our God is in heaven;
He does whatever He pleases.

And there you have it…God does what he pleases, and God is good, I’ll keep working to loosen my grip.

Never Fully Dressed without a Smile

Annie was one of my all time favorite movies growing up. I watched it over and over…I think that’s why the tune has such a special place in my heart.

Who cares what they’re wearing on Main Street of Saville Row
It’s what you wear from ear to ear
And not from head to toe.
That Maaaahaaaahaaaattters!!!!

Speaking of what you’re wearing…You know those kids who dress themselves…and their parents let them go out in public with that jazz?

Meet E, daughter of Dan and Rebekah.

Where could I get leggings like this? But seriously...
Where could I get leggings like this? But seriously…

Do you ever think, “how did THAT happen?”

This outfit is a perfect 10!!
This outfit is a perfect 10!!

I actually LOVE…let me repeat LOVE it when THAT happens.

Wanna know why?

B/c I still do it.

So this morning I greeted Rob in the kitchen with this outfit to take Bauer out…our conversation went something like this.

Just dressing myself like a big girl this morning.
Just dressing myself like a big girl this morning.

Rob: You look crazy, Anne-Marie! CRAZY!

Me: So what?

[what I’m actually thinking]


Rob: Why do you wear boots to take Bauer out, it’s like 85 degrees outside?

Me: I don’t want to walk in the grass and get my feet wet.

Rob: And your hair…



The thing with kids, is they have no concept of other people’s opinions yet.

More evidence...
More evidence…

If we could learn to be more like E, and be unapologetically our good natured selves, the smiles we’d put on other people’s faces would grow exponentially. I don’t know where the confidence in my insane morning outfit comes from, I’m not worried that my neighbors will see me, most of them already have since this is the standard Bauer walking outfit once I’m in my PJs.  And it never fails, Rob shakes his head and has a hearty laugh…he knows I’m just being myself and I’m not apologizing for it.

So, I’m off to go show some property in my nice, bright, Navajo inspired outfit.

Did you know I'm part Native American?
Did you know I’m part Native American?

As Rob so kindly put it: “I like your shorts. If you were in the woods with those shorts on, you wouldn’t get shot, b/c people would be able to see you.”  Either way, I’m fully dressed…I’ve got my smile 🙂

Thank you to Rebekah for sharing these priceless photos of E and giving me permission to share her awesomeness on this blog…here are a few more.

Evelyn 3
We love your style E!

Evelyn 4 Evelyn 6




I don’t really know what happened and it all happened so fast.  I love my mom and I love her enthusiasm about everything life has to offer…but truth be told, I got such a kick out of her Pinterest addiction, I just found it hilarious, so obviously I had to record her talking about it.

Me and my mommy :)
Me and my mommy

She told me about how to make a cake with two ingredients (I doubt it, Mom), and how she cleans her floors and clothes with some recipe from Pinterest.  “Really Mom? You clean your clothes with your own mixture?  Have you heard of Tide?” Even my mom’s massive passion for Pinterest could not get me to start “pinning.” I checked out my mom’s Pinterest board and until recently, everything was pinned to a board called “Salad in a Jar” which is why there are 1,385 pins onto that board. Oh mommy…I don’t think that’s how you Pinterest.  My mom has more followers than me, and she’s following 1,500+ people. She’s all about Pinterest.

I tried Pinterest when it first started, but I was too busy to get involved.  Recently though after Reagan’s 4 a.m. feeding, I lie awake in my bed with the monitor close by to make sure her sleep actually sticks. There’s not much FB or Instagram activity at 4 a.m., plus my E! News app doesn’t have any newer stories in Hollywood since I last checked…and I really don’t care about Justin Bieber’s latest concert debacle.

Sooo….I open up the Pinterest app that I’ve had on my phone FOREVER and never used and hope my password is stored.

Hmmm…what should I explore?

Rob mentioned wanting to make over our office into a more functional space as well as have it double as a yoga studio for me.  Loved that idea, let’s search “yoga office” not much pulls up but I find a few things and put them on my office inspiration board.  One day, maybe our office makeover will happen and my photo will be THE photo that people say “YES, I will do this…how amazing is that office, which also doubles as a Zen yoga studio.”

Then Rob nonchalantly mentions that next year when we get our adoption tax credit (which is quite sizeable, but no where close to the actual adoption cost), he wants to put in a pool.  “Oh, do you now?” Let’s explore some pool and patio ideas, on Pinterest and while I’m at it, I would like to convert our patio into AC’d space with retractable doors to the expansive lanai we will surely install.  Thanks Pinterest for holding on to that photo I found so I remember my idea two years from now when it might be a reality for us to do.  Until then, Pinterest is fun for dreaming if you can’t do.

I now understand my mom’s delight but I think it’s impossible for me to match the excitement she displays in this video. Only about five people have seen or even know about this video that I took of my mom after a glass (or two) of wine during happy hour at Outback.  I begged and begged my mom to let me post it.  I showed my cousins in San Francisco, who live just a stone’s throw from Pinterest headquarters, and they said it should go to Pinterest…that it would go viral (I truly believe it might) and that Pinterest should make my mom the spokesperson.  I kinda feel like it’s the type of video that should land my mom on the Today’s show drinking hour with Kathie Lee and Hoda.  Almost six months after I recorded it, she finally gave me her blessing and said I could post it, so here it is, and please, show her some love b/c I’m pretty sure she’s captured the essence of Pinterest and all its Pinners in this short two and a half minute video. Everyone, this is my mom and she’s fantastic!




Oh, how I love the Dentist

Seriously.  Do you think I’m joking?  B/c I’m not.

So let’s have some real talk.  Having a newborn in the house is tough and anyone that says anything different is either lying or trying to sell you something.

ain't nobody got time for that!
ain’t nobody got time for that!

I called a lot of my friends who have kids and asked them, “is it supposed to be this tough?”


One friend said she hates parenting a newborn.  I’m sworn to secrecy on which friend said that, so just take it as fact and move on.

Another mom said she liked to scream into her pillow and cry.  Followed by another friend who had enough one day and put her baby in the crib, shut the door, went into her room and shut her bedroom door.  “If they are crying, they are breathing.”

The other day, Reagan just cried and I held her and cried too.  That put her right to sleep.  Note to self: if I want my daughter to sleep, I should get to complete exhaustion and tears, she’ll go right to sleep as my tears hit her face and I’ll be a total wreck.  Perfect.

So when my dentist apt appeared on my schedule, I kept telling Rob how excited I was.

“Rob, I have a dentist apt. on Wednesday and I am NOT changing it.”

Rob’s all, “Umm…OK, I can be here with Reagan it’s not a problem.”

I counted down the days…and then, it was here.

I had a nice drive to the dentist, called a few friends to exchange baby horror stories and I felt like a human being again.  It was good to know that I wasn’t alone in my feelings that this is hard.  A friend of mine said, “no one can prepare you for what you will go through b/c you can’t understand it unless you go through it.”

She’s right.  Operating on three hours of sleep and trying to soothe a crying baby in your arms is difficult.  And, EVERYONE goes through it.  I think that’s why I’m frustrated with those moms who tell you everything is perfect, their baby doesn’t cry and they also made origami crafts while their baby slept all day.  How productive and perfect!!  Seriously, get away from me.

Back to the Dentist…I walk in and they all knew I was adopting, so they wanted to see pictures.  I showed them pictures of Reagan and they just showered praises on how cute she was.

She is cute!

Hello there gorgeous!
Hello there gorgeous!
Aren't I so cute? Yeah, I thought so.
Aren’t I so cute? Yeah, I thought so.

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of people telling me she looks like a doll and that she’s gorgeous, and while I had nothing to do with any of her features, I agree that she is beautiful.

The girls in the office asked how I was doing and if I was getting any sleep.

I just laugh…”HA, yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this apt b/c I plan to take a nap once you put the nitrous oxide on.”

We all had a chuckle.

And then, it was my turn to get my teeth all cleaned and to get a nice 30 minute rest.

You might think, “she’s crazy, she gets laughing gas to get her teeth cleaned,” and I could honestly care less what anyone thinks of that.  I can tell you I have sensitive teeth and gums (which I do) and I could tell you that I’m tired and I want to have a relaxing dentist visit (which is also true).

And so I did, and my dentist apt did not disappoint.

I can't wait for my next nap, apt.
I can’t wait for my next nap, apt.