A little birdie told me today was national #bumpday. Looking at this photo, you would assume I was happy, joyful, excited, invincible, and you would be right. But I didn’t feel that way my entire pregnancy. This picture was taken on my due date. Many of you know my story so I won’t get into… Continue reading National #Bumpday
If you would've asked me during my freshman year of college if this is where I thought I would be, I would have said no. My life now is not at all how I dreamed it would be. Before anyone says anything, there is a point, but let's start with somethings that I think about… Continue reading This is Not What I Signed Up For
I get this question so often about how my skin is so clear and smooth. I even have people ask what kind of makeup I wear (I don’t wear any, btw). The number one thing to have clear skin is to drink tons of water. It helps to detox and purify the body, ridding it… Continue reading Nightly Skincare Routine
So yesterday was visitation day with Khai’s dad and of course my anxiety levels rose. I’m at the point now to where my disdain for him is dissipating to tolerable. One day it’ll get to a point to where I just don’t give a damn and oh how I am yearning for that day. So… Continue reading Confessions of a Single Mom #14: I’m Bitter
Saturday was a tough day, a day that made me take the plunge and seek a therapist. On my way to visitation with Khai’s dad, I felt an anxiety attack coming on. I was able to make it through visitation (only lasted 45 minutes), and head home to practice yoga. The one time I really… Continue reading Confessions of a Single Mom #13: I’m Going to Therapy
Saturday, Malakhai and I went to a class at MyGym. It’s a little gym for our tiny humans. There were about six other little tykes there. We began with some warm ups then stretches with out minis. Afterwards, we had free time to roam around the gym and enjoy all that they had. There were… Continue reading MyGym @ Atascocita
So, Malakhai has reached that age that he wants to touch any and everything. I open the fridge, he has to touch everything in the door. Anything I have in my hand, he has to touch. I figured it was time to start some sensory activities, and I can’t wait to continue this series. I… Continue reading Sensory Time: DIY Paint
This thought has run through my head time and time again, sometimes all day. When Malakhai gets older, will he hate me? If you've been following the blog for a while, you know that Khai's dad and I don't have the best relationship. In fact, we don't have a relationship at all. We don't coparent.… Continue reading Will He Hate Me?