Important Goals For The Week

Hello New Day.
Hello New Week.
Hello New Adventure.


Its June. At least that’s what the calendar says. The weather… Well I can’t complain really. I am loving the cooler temperatures. And the rain has been wonderful. I love sitting on the front porch with my kids watching the rain. Baby Girl loves this. She will scream and cry when we try to bring her inside, she can easily spend hours sitting there watching and listening. I love watching her face, so full of amusement and curiosity.

Speaking of rain, it is pouring rain right now, has been all day so far.  Lets be honest, all I want to do is listen to the rain and read a good book, but you know what? I have a baby, and two older kids, phone calls to make, and a house to clean and food to cook, and did I mention that my baby is teething? So let’s get on with it.

My 10 Goals For The Week

Family Goals

1. Less Screen Time. For All.
2. Cook Together. Last we tried, but didn’t do it as much as I would have liked. This time more hands on for the kids.
3. Everyone keeps up on their laundry. When I say “everyone” I mean my boys. They really need to learn that their floor is not the place to put their dirty clothes. Trying to teach some responsibility here.

Home Goals

4. Keep the front hall clean. It is amazing the front all becomes a catch-all for everything in the house.
5. Clean up toys before bed. The boys are good at this, most nights, but I am talking more about the living room where Baby Girl plays. I’ve gotten lazy about cleaning up before bed.

Personal Goals

6. Workout at least 4-5 a week. Do more Yoga.
7. Journal more. I’ve been slacking on this since Baby Girl has seemed to regressed in her sleep even more (I didn’t even think that was possible!).
8. Finish my projects that I have lying around the house for weeks.

Work Goals

9. Remember to write down my ideas! I suck at this! I come up with epic ideas and every time I believe I will remember it until the next time I get a chance to sit down at the computer. Never happens. Ever. But my brain still likes to try to convince me that it will.
10. Take more risks.

And there you have it. What I hope to accomplish this week. I should have added the two doctors offices I have to call, which I have been meaning to do for almost a week now.
Also my nails, I didn’t put that on the list and that is not because I succeeded at not biting them, but I am also not giving up, I just didn’t put it there because I don’t want to put so much thought into it. When I put it on my list, I think about it more, and all that does is make me want to bite my nails more. So I am going with the “out of sight, out of mind” thing this week. Lets see how that goes…

Do you have any goals for the week? I would love to hear them!

~ Michelle


Lets Keep The Wonder Alive

This. This picture. I love it.

To you this may just be a picture of a little girl standing in some grass. To me it is so much more. This picture is of my daughter, and when I look at this I see her beautiful spirit, her curiosity, her adventurous nature, I see her exploring the world around her, I also see her trying to talk to a bird that was in the grass, and the pure joy she got from seeing that bird and hearing it sing. There are no words to express the joy on her face, and the happiness I felt seeing her experience this.

To often in this life I am consumed by stress and worry. I will often forget to stop and enjoy the little things or even to stop and look for the little things. This picture reminds me to slow down. To enjoy the world around us, to look for the good in it. It reminds me to find the joy in everything around us, even the simple things – like a bird singing.

I love watching the world through my children’s eyes. I wish I could see it myself, experience it the way they do with pure joy and innocence. It is sad that as adults we tend to lose this ability. It is a good thing I have my children with me to remind me of this daily.

I hope and pray my children can hold on to their adventurous and innocent spirit for the rest of their lives.

How often do you stop and smell the roses?

~ Michelle

Baby Sandals!

If you know me, you know I love a good deal! Deals and sales make me happy.

Here is my most recent deal.

I’ve been looking around for some sandals for baby girl, finally found some!
I got these 3 pairs of sandals for $11 from Once Upon A Child, one of the pairs is even a Keen pair! Awesome shoes!


Have you found any good deals lately?

~ Michelle

Do you have a Wordless Wednesday post? Or Not So Wordless Wednesday post? Link up below!

My Breastfeeding Journey. What I have learned so far.

Here is what I have learned during my journey with breastfeeding, especially this past year.

The most natural unnatural thing.

My history with breastfeeding has not been all rainbows and glitter.
I love the bond and connection it gave me with my babies. But for the actually act of breastfeeding… well I have a love-hate relationship with it.

It all started when I got pregnant at 16. Knowing I was going to place my baby for adoption I didn’t want to do any research about child-birth or breastfeeding, besides talking to doctors, because… well I just couldn’t bear it, it hurt too much. I asked about breastfeeding, I was reassured by several medical “professionals” that if I did not try to breastfeed that my milk would not come in. So being that my son was placed with his parents I never tired. Those “professionals” could not be more wrong, I had 5, FIVE, days of agony, giant, leaky boobs to prove them wrong.

Fast forward to when my husband and I had our son. I gave birth in one of the busiest hospitals around. I never saw the same nurse twice. They wouldn’t even let my husband stay with me at night to help while I recovered from my c-section. So what does all that mean? It means no one helped me learn how to breastfeed. And at night, because I couldn’t get up, the nurses took my baby for the entire night and gave him a bottle! I left the hospital with a 3 day old and bleeding nipples. I cried out in pain every time I tried to feed. My son and I had a very rough start to breastfeeding, and at the age of 4 months he stopped completely when I got pregnant again.
To me, the whole 4 months was a failed attempt at breastfeeding. It never went well or easy.

Now onto my youngest son. It wasn’t that easy. Even though I *knew* what I was doing, it still was not easy. It wasn’t painful, but it still wasn’t easy. He only nursed till 4 months as well. He preferred the bottle. I felt like a failure again. I would comfort myself by saying at least I tried. But that didn’t ease the mom guilt I felt. Mom guilt which was now multiplied by 2 failed attempts. It took me years to come to terms with this and get over it.

My daughter. Third times a charm. Right? Wrong.
I have been breastfeeding my daughter for 1 year and counting.
Like I said, I love the bond. I love the way she reaches up and rests her hand on my face while she feeds.
But I hate the pain. I have had issue after issue with blocked milk ducts. Pain all the time. And whenever it happens, my daughter doesn’t feed well. She bites, she tries to rip off my nipples, she pinches me. I have spent more time crying and getting sick from pain, than enjoying the bonding.
The bad days I get so much anxiety over it that I actually get sick. And bonus. Walking around with painful, almost raw, nipples that my daughter tried to rip off.


Photo from E-cards found on Pinterest.

Now can we talk about the fact that my daughter is one and still sleeps like a new-born? I can’t express enough how awesome it is to be the only one getting up with her every couple of hours. Every. Single. Night! Bless my husband, he tries to help, but when she only wants to feed and refuses a bottle, there is not much he can do.
If she would only take a bottle once in a blue moon, that would be such a help!

But then there are the nights it goes well, it doesn’t hurt. Its easy. Its natural. Its peaceful. It’s all worth it.

Here is what I have learned. There is no right amount of time to breastfeed, despite what people say. I’ve also learned that it isn’t always right for you. I’ve learned that natural doesn’t always mean it will be easy. I have also learned I have a strength in me that I never knew I had. I’ve learned that the pain, as much as it hurts, is worth it. I’ve learned that sometimes as mothers we do crazy things that we otherwise wouldn’t do, like continue to do something that causes pain.
Probably most importantly I learned how to function on very little sleep.

~ Michelle

The Last First Birthday

The day has finally come and gone. The last first birthday. It was a fabulous day. It was filled with love, laughter, family, and great memories were made. But it was also a sad day for me. The last first birthday I will get to have as a mother.


When my husband and I celebrated our sons first birthday we were filled with joy and excitement. It was such a happy time. Our son was 1 and a month later he would be getting a baby brother. We had made it through our first year of parenting and we survived. I felt such pride and happiness, I was a little sad that my baby boy as growing up so fast, but I knew this would not be our last baby, so I took comfort in knowing I would be experiencing the baby stage all over again.

When our second son turned 1, again I was happy. Not as happy, there was a little bit of sadness there, but I was still happy. The option was open to have another one, I just didn’t know when or for sure if we would. So there was a little bit of a cloud following me around that day.

Now our daughter has turned one. And this is the last time I will be able to throw a first birthday for one of my children. And that stings. In the pit of my stomach there is an uneasy feeling there. Lurking below, behind the smiles, there were tears. Behind my happiness and joy, there was a pain. Behind my feeling of pride, there was longing.

Let me try to explain why.

I can not even explain how fast this year has gone by. I feel that is has passed by so quickly that I have been ripped off of the newborn baby stage. I swear weeks, if not months, are missing. Something must have happened, a time-warp, worm hole, something!

Don’t get me wrong, I love watching my children grow. I want them to grow up to be strong, independent, confident adults, and I can not wait to see that, but at the same time, I want them to stay small and innocent, for just a little longer. The baby stage and childhood pass by far too quickly. There are not enough hours in the day for all the cuddles and fun times I want to spend with my children.

I love my children so much. I love watching them learn. I love watching them grow. But does the growing up part have to happen so fast?

~ Michelle

DIY What To Do With Empty Snack Containers


Do you have a little one? Then you will probably end up with one or two of these.

Ever wonder what you can do with those empty snack containers?

There are plenty of things you can do to reuse them. And I will even show you a few ideas.

1. First idea is pretty simple, reuse them for other snacks.


You can fill them other snacks for your toddler for when you are out. Or they are good for snacks for older children too. I’ve filled some up with popcorn and trail mix and such.

2. Do you have any scrap fabric? Fill them up with scrap fabric and your little one will have a new toy to play with.


My daughter loves emptying out my scrap fabric stash or tissue boxes, so this gives her the freedom to do so without creating a huge mess. It keeps her busy, and it is easy to clean up.

3. Craft supplies. Your own, or your children’s.

IMG_0315 IMG_0318

These containers are great for many different craft supplies. Paint brushes, pipe cleaners, popsicle sticks and more.

You can even decorate them and use them on your desk.

These little containers can be so useful and leave so much to the imagination.

~ Michelle

Baby’s First Car Wash 

To say my boys love car washes would be an understatement. They always have and my guess is they will.

My baby girl on the other hand, hated it. Despised it. Couldn’t wait for it to be over.

She did get a small amount of amusement out of these colours for a second before it was back to screaming.

How do your kids enjoy the car wash?


Have a Wordless Wednesday post, or a not so Wordless Wednesday post? Link up below!
Don’t forget to say hi after linking up!

*Write Title After Sufficient Caffeine Intake*

Can you feel that? Or is it just me? Do you feel nervous as well? Or is just me?
This is my first real blog post for my new site. It should be epic. It should be amazing. It should make you laugh. Make you cry. Make you feel all kind of feels.

I promise you, I had something amazing planned. But you know what happened, motherhood happened. I write an epic blog post in my head, I was about to write it down when I heard “Mommy! Mom! Mommy! Mommy! Mom!” That was closely followed behind with “Michelle! Michelle! Come here!”. If it’s not the kids calling me, its my husband. So I didn’t get to write it down, and just like that, just like all my hopes and dreams of ever sleeping through the night, out the window it went never to be seen again.

So here I sit, bags under my eyes, my hair not brushed, crushed Cheerios and snot on my pants courtesy of my sweet baby girl, who is crawling around with one sock on and no pants (don’t ask, I swear I put pants on her), taking a minute to breathe in the post craziness that is getting my two boys off to school in the morning. And all I can think is “Isn’t motherhood grand?” And you know what, it is. It doesn’t matter if the morning was a morning from hell, if the kids couldn’t find their shoes if they were wearing them, if everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. None of that matters. When I hug and kiss my boys goodbye and see them go on their way to school I instantly miss them. Its amazing. They can drive me completely and utterly nuts, but the second they walk out that door I miss them and can’t wait for them to come home again. Motherhood is a never-ending roller coaster of emotions. But no matter the ups and downs, it’s all worth it. So very worth it.

As my daughter will soon realize that her brothers are gone, and demand I give her my undivided attention and the reality of exhaustion will creep back in, and the reality that it is only Monday will come to me. And when I realize that it is only Monday, it can only mean one thing… 4 more crazy mornings to get through until the weekend! I can do this. I can do this. I will do this. With messy hair, Cheerios on my clothes, and maybe only 1 eye open, I will do this!

Wont you come join me on this crazy fun adventure called Motherhood? Who’s Ready? More importantly, who has the coffee (and possibly some chocolate?)?

~ Michelle