19 March 2014

Hump Day Mommy Confessions - A Mother's Pain: My Tatas Hurt

Being a first time mom comes with all kinds of challenges, adjustments, and growing pains. Some pains more so than others. Or maybe I should say, to some parts more than others.

So allow me to cut to the chase - My. Tits. Hurt. Don't let this sweet face fool you...


She is Hulk Hogan in an angel's body. 

On any given day, my twins are used as pillows, a trampoline, bumpers and buffers, drums, and a punching bag. Little Miss likes to play and do her thing rough and nine times out of ten, my sweater kittens end up taking the brunt of her "playfulness." And don't get me wrong - I'm not complaining. I'm really not. I'm actually amused by it all. Just tonight, we were all in Chickie's room playing before bath & bed and per the usual, Abbott & Costello were taking a beating compliments of a few stuffed animals, a couple of balls, and Chickie's head. I was laughing so hard about all of it and said to Michael, "I think I have my next blog post!" 

So there it is fellow moms. My confession for today - my tits hurt. I feel so bad and guilty for them. They've always been so good to me over the years and then one day - BAM! Instant change overnight. One day they're just hanging out all warm and comfortable in Victoria's Secrets finest and the next thing they know, they've become slobbering, sucking, milk machines. Fast forward a couple of years later and its become, "Mommy, I drum your boobies!" 

Poor, poor things.

Now, you could easily be cringing at this post by now but my guess is that if you're still reading along, you're somewhat amused by it all. And you should be. It's funny but more importantly, you know it's the truth! Let's just keep it real - we all know this kind of stuff happens to all of us, everywhere and everyday. Why not enjoy a few laughs?

{You know you're laughing...you know you are}

So fess up moms - what are some growing pains you've experienced that have either taken you by surprise or that you've had to adjust to?

XO,








12 March 2014

It's the Little Things...Like Being Able to Actually Use Your Arm!

A little over a month ago, Chickie took a spill.

A rather big one.

Big enough to land her in her very own cast. 


{A little piece of me dies every time I see this photo - look at that face :-(}


After a few hours eternity in the ER, we found out that Chickie had broke a bone in her wrist. Needless to say, I was heartbroken, a mess, and manic. But my Chickie? Aside from the initial screaming when the accident happened, she was the perfect picture of grace and composure. She was actually the one leaning over to pat me on the leg in the waiting room saying, "It's OK mommy."

Heart. Melt.

Well, fast forward a month and yesterday my sweet girl finally got her cast off!


It's amazing the little things we take for granted everyday, especially our health and the ability to simply use our limbs to live our lives. Over the past month, it has been challenging at times to simply dress my child let alone do anything else. It has really helped me to appreciate all the little things mine and Chickie's body has to do on a daily basis to simply function. We are definitely blessed to be happy, healthy, and as good as new again thanks to modern technology and a great doctor!

We hope you're all having a great week and a special thanks to Ashley at Words on Waverly for sponsoring this awesome link-up!


XO,






07 March 2014

5 on Friday - Why I L.O.V.E. the Friendly Skies

Another week means another Friday and we all know what that means...

As I write this, I'm riding in an airplane.

Yes, you read that right. An airplane.

Modern technology & the human mind to develop it is truly amazing and awe-inspiring to me. As I type this, I'm cruising at 30,000 feet in the air, looking out over the world, and working on the Internet. Simply amazing.

I confess that I'm one of those people who L.O.V.E. to fly. I love everything about it. So without further adieu, here are my top five favorite things about flying:

ONE | Airports: For me, there is a certain amount of excitement walking through an airport. Maybe it's knowing that I'm simply getting away from my every day life. Maybe it's the interesting and amusing people watching. Maybe it's being able to eat a few a lot of donuts from Dunkin Donuts since we don't have one in Fort Collins but whatever it is, I fall in love with the whole experience every time I step foot in an airport. 

TWO | The flight: 30,000 feet above land is just simply amazing to view. That is all. 

THREE | Baggage Claim: So you're probably scratching your head on this one, right? Well, let me explain. Baggage Claim is where most people meet up with their loved ones when they reach their destination. While I'm waiting for my own bag, it's always heart warming to see the love and excitement of friends and family being reunited; those tight hugs that never seem to end, the tears of joy, and children running to their mom or dad with glee from having being separated for a time is just simply good for my heart to see. It reminds me that there is still a lot of love left in this crazy, cold, and sometimes bleak world.

FOUR | Captains & Pilots: Back in the golden age of flight, to see a captain or pilot walking through the airport was a big thing. They were looked up to, admired, and every kid wanted a set of wings. I'll admit it - I'm 37 years old and every time I see a captain or pilot I still get that 7 year old gaze of admiration. It's just damn cool, y'all. 

FIVE | My grandfather: PaPa retired from the Air Force as a Master Sargent with 20 years of service to his country. He loved planes and aviation. I know it may sound silly to some but now that he has passed, I feel a closeness to him here in the clouds. 

Have a great weekend everyone and make sure to keep an eye out on the blog next week for some big announcements coming soon!

XO,



05 March 2014

It's the Most Important Thing

If you follow me on Facebook, then you know by now that my beloved grandfather passed away on Friday. For my short 37 years, he was my grandfather, my friend, my confidant, my compass, and the father to me that I didn't have when I was born because my own had passed away. I miss him more than any words I could ever attempt to express here but I'm happy that he is finally able to rest peacefully after battling Parkinson's for well over a decade. 

I'm not in a full capacity to talk about it too much right now because I'm far too emotional and it's still too fresh for me but the one thing I wanted to share is this...

A long time ago, my PaPa told me, "Courtney - family is the most important thing you will ever have in this life. It's the only thing." After being in Georgia with my family since Friday, I have felt these words to be true more now than ever. I know this phrase repeating over and over in my head is him whispering to me, "I may be gone, but I am still with you. Remember what is truly important." 

It is by no means a little thing. It is the most important thing. The only thing. Love those who you have with you today because God will want them back one day. Be well, friends. 

{Me & my TuTu. For 65 years, she & PaPa built a family legacy that is forever a testament of love, commitment, and character.}

Thanks to Ashley for hosting this link-up.