My baby–isn’t so much a baby anymore.

It’s pretty custom to write a fresh blog post for the New Year.  But, this time it’s not about resolutions or solutions.  And, it’s not a trip down memory lane either.  I get tired of reading posts like that.  You know–posts that are full of optimism and hope for the New Year to bring new things.  Posts that ramble on about new goals and ideas.  Posts that reminisce on all the woes and triumphs of the past year.   Seriously though, how many goals do you attempt to achieve in one year and actually achieve them?  Okay, I’m guilty. I’ve written these types of posts.  We all have. But, this year I’m just not feelin’ it.   Don’t get me wrong–I did make a goal list and I’m very excited for 2016.  I’m just choosing not to share it this year, because I’m assuming you’ve read enough of these posts.

Maybe it’s because Cora (my youngest) turns 1 today,  and that’s what I want to write about.  The fact that my baby– isn’t so much a baby anymore.  And, it’s totally heartbreaking.   Insert 1,000 tear emoji’s. Sure she will always be my baby, because she is the youngest.   But now, she is a walking toddler.  A freakin’ one-year-old!

Each age comes with new responsibilities, stages, and developments.  And, with Cora turning one I’ve slowly entered into this world where my children are starting to fight.  Sibling rivalry has officially begun folks.  Uhh surprise! –Yeah, no.   It’s not fun.

And if you have kids you know how it goes:

Cora is holding a toy.

McKinley grabs the toy.

Cora starts flailing and screaming.  Technically a tantrum. (And not a cute one).  It’s the kind where you actually scrunch up the side of you lip, raise your eyebrows, and say, “Are you serious?”   Then you attempt to correct the situation.

“McKinley, you took that from your sister and she was playing with it.  Please give it back to her and when she is done you can have a turn.”

Boom. Fireworks.

McKinley starts stomping her foot with hand on hip.

My eye starts twitching.

Cora grabs toy from McKinley.

“Hey, that’s mine!” as she grabs back from Cora.

Eyes bulge. Teeth clench.

“If you guys cannot share, then the toy goes.”

Thankfully at this point I can still distract Cora—but with effort.

It’s obviously not all like that.  Now, when McKinley stubs her toe, or is crying about her newest and latest “boo-boo,” Cora toddles over to McKinley and repetitively pats her with both chubby little hands.   And smiles.  McKinley giggles. They hug.  Ah!  I live for these moments.  Every parent does.  Because, It’s better than gold.  It’s a calm and peace that rushes through your mind and body.   Where the world makes sense.  And you understand purpose.  And love simply permeates the room in a profound way.

“Cora say, “MA-MA,” come on you can do it!”   McKinley has become an amazing sister.  I think it’s a big milestone–developing that role and understanding what it means to be a sibling.  But, in a year, McKinley has owned it.  Cora cries and in a matter of minutes McKinley returns to the rescue with a teddy bear.

Another aweing thing about having a big One-year-old is that their personality emerges.   Cora is a sweetheart.  And that’s the best word to describe her.  She stumbles over to give my legs a hug while I cook dinner.  And is laid back enough to let me hold her in an Ergo carrier for hours.  She has gentle eyes. You look into them and see a softness. I recognize them, because my father had the same blue eyes.

Cheers to parenthood and Happy Birthday to our sweet Cora. We love you!



Happy New Year!

I hope everyone has had a wonderful holiday season! And I want to wish you all a safe and fun New Year!

Check back at last year’s fun memory jar project : Memory Jars

A few goals and resolutions for 2014:
*Publish Children’s Book
*More healthy recipes, milestones, and fun craft blog posts!
*Create new family traditions
*Strengthen my faith

What are a few of your goals or resolutions?


Monday Monologue: Shed and Shred

Dark, cloudy, mysterious sky. Colorful trees. Cool breeze.  Yup, fall is finally here. And that means that Moccamus is here too! We took our annual trip to Lynd’s Fruit Farm!

McKinley last year with PaPa at Lynd's Fruit Farm

McKinley last year with PaPa at Lynd’s Fruit Farm


McKinley and Dada at Lynd's Fruit Farm 2013

McKinley and Dada at Lynd’s Fruit Farm 2013

Fall days cleanse me. I don’t know why? Probably because fall days match my personality the most.  I know that sounds strange. But, you already know that Fall is my “New Year.”  It’s that time of year for me to shed my woes.  And holy crap… I have some shedding to do.

I’m letting my burdens, my guilt, and my worries slowly fall like the leaves.  I’m trying to anyways. Wouldn’t it be nice if things were that simple?

*Poof* no more worries.

Nope. Letting go is extremely difficult.

I want to let go of my mistakes from my past, the people I’ve hurt, the things I should have, could have, and would have done.  I want to let go of my worries for the future, my worries of judgment, and my worries of life without my father.


I want to open the doorway for new friendships, new opportunities, and new ways of thinking.

Phase One: Write a list of the things you need to let go.

Phase two: Shred the list.





Memory Jar

Create a New Year’s Jar to fill with memories.

Step 1: Take/purchase mason jars

Step 2: Decorate jars using a hot glue gun and use old decorations/materials from past craft projects! (I used tags and an old stamp collection to put the year “2013.”)

These make great gifts for friends and family! A great way to start the new year and new you.

Fill the jar with memories throughout the year and on New Years Eve open the jar up to read through the wonderful things you’ve accomplished, the fun times you’ve shared, and the challenges you overcame. 

~The chance for growth is infinite~ Georgia

Pretty-Fall Day & The New Year!

It’s a pretty-fall day.  And when you say it out loud, it sounds like beautiful day, in a sort-of odd way.  Gosh, I love this time a year.

Most people think of January 1st as the start of the New Year.  Yes, it’s the start of the new calendar year. I think about the year in terms of seasons though.  So, Fall is my New Year.   A time of reflection, renewal, and shedding.  

As the year comes to a close– the leaves start to shed.  And, we start to shed too.  Shedding away woes and worries from the year.  If you look at the ground you’ll see hundreds of leaves at first glance, but when you look deeper, you’ll see memories from the past 11 months (going by season year) blanket the ground in color.  It’s rejuvenating.  And, It’s renewal to see all the things you’ve experienced.

If you are someone who has been carrying a weight on your shoulder, or have had harder times these past 11 months, perhaps a therapeutic intervention is needed.  Scoop your colorful woes (or leaves) up; Throw them into the air and as the leaves fall, let the burdens fall too.

Some people love winter.  I’m not one of those people.  Winter is the hardest time of the year and why Fall is a cleanse for me.  I must recharge and gear up for the next months, which are kicked into overdrive with family functions, holidays, cold long days, and just pure exhaustion.   Don’t get me wrong; I look forward to the holidays, family time, and rocking moccasins while drinking hot chocolate.  It’s the cold weather that takes a toll on my mood.

Cheers to the New Year!  (The Blue Moon’s Harvest Pumpkin Ale is a refreshing Fall beverage).  Happy Shedding friends!

Until next post ~ Spread Love where you can, and spread Forgiveness where you can’t. – Kevin H. Michael