This post is sponsored by Carter’s; however, all thoughts and opinions are my own.
Getting two kids plus myself ready in the morning is… well, let’s just say not easy. Over the years, I’ve started building somewhat of capsule wardrobes for my kids. I don’t follow the capsule wardrobe “science” exactly, because lazy. But I have a great mom hack to share with you on how to build an easy capsule wardrobe for Baby and get your little ones ready for the day more quickly!
One of the most exciting times of a parent’s life is finding out their baby’s gender. Whether you did an early ultrasound, waited until 20 weeks, or even waited until Baby was born… it’s a moment that changes your life forever. This time last year, we were preparing for our sweet baby girl’s arrival. And I’ve been reminiscing on some of the best things about having a daughter.
Mother’s Day is almost here! I’ll save you the Google–it’s Sunday, May 13, 2018. One of my favorite parts of Mother’s Day is brunch [another is doing no diaper changes, a rule I instituted on my very first Mother’s Day]. I can’t help with the diaper changes, but today, I’m sharing one of the best spots for Mother’s Day brunch in Kansas City!
So I feel a little weird posting about a sweater, jeans, and boots in April. But we have a never-ending winter going on here on Kansas City, so I’m sharing some never-ending winter fashion. I really, really, REALLY hope the weather warms up soon…. until then, enjoy this brown sweater and ripped denim look. And some hot chocolate. And some fires in the fireplace. Can you tell I’m trying really hard to make the best of this never-ending cold?
A few days/weeks/months ago [who knows, because I’m terrible at keeping track of time], I published a post called Day in the Life of a Stay-at-Home Mom of 2. Since then, it’s been my most-viewed post. It’s made the rounds on social media, and I’ve received feedback–publicly and privately–basically saying that I don’t measure up as a mom. That I don’t clean enough. I don’t cook enough. I don’t whatever enough. Well, I’m not a super mom… and I don’t care.