Fish Sticks and Chicken Nuggets

One cannot live on fish sticks and chicken nuggets alone… or can they?

A is currently putting this theory to test. When she just started eating food she ate everything I put in front of her, which was usually fruits and vegetables but now she has a true toddler diet. I feel bad because as a new mom I was guilty of judging moms of toddlers who only ate processed food. Now I am one of those moms. She prefers the salty breaded flavor of meat/fish over anything else. That’s not entirely true, if I offered cookies for dinner she eat that too.


Surprisingly this doesn’t keep me up at night, E does. I don’t have the energy to fight her right now. She doesn’t have any issues with her weight and is very healthy overall. This is simply a luxury of A’s toddler years and by the time she is in school (hopefully before then) she will eat what we eat for dinner.

Soul Searching

Don’t wish it was easier wish you were stronger…

This is the life I choose for myself. I can’t cry about hubby not being here and when he is complain that he’s not doing enough. I am tired all the time, but this is the life that I choose for myself. I have two beautiful daughters that love me and need me. I have a loving husband that provides for our family. I do not worry about bills. I am a very blessed woman in grand scope of things. It is easy to get bogged down in the “if only’s” and “why not’s” but I am trying to lift my head above the chaos of entertaining a toddler and nursing a newborn and appreciate my life for what it is. This is only a phase and it too shall pass.


Another mom of two who’s kids has the same spacing as A and E mentioned that she missed the phase I was in. Are you crazy!? Apparently it doesn’t get easier, just different.

Too Much?

For the first year of A’s life she had only enough hair to smooth with your hand. It wasn’t enough to make a pony tail until she was 16/17 months old. I was excited to “style” her hair with little braids, pony tails, two strand twists, and anything else I could think of. We reached a point in the early fall that I needed to budget 30mins in the morning to do her hair – what little hair there was. I’d been reading natural hair blogs and trying to do protective styles on A’s hair; the problem was that no style lasted more than a day and although I was careful I still saw more hair in the brush than what I was comfortable with.


So now that I’ve done a little bit more reading online ;) I’m taking more of a laid back approach to A’s hair. I’m going to treat her hair more like I treat my own in terms of styling and manipulation. No more tight pony tails and perfectly sectioned parts. Last week I used the tightly curly method to define A’s curls and have been finger parting and two strand twisting them at night to keep the curls from frizzing out. In the morning I refresh the curls with my leave-in water mixture and seal with my coconut shea soufflé. I have been decorating her hair with head bands and barrettes.

I am in love with A’s defined curly fro. I hope my enthusiasm is contagious.

Akon - Oh Africa

This is A's favorite video these days.  She literally has me play it 50 times in a row. 
I just thought I'd share :-)



I am glad that her first association with Africa is a positive one.

The New Normal

It’s true that you forget the pain of child birth after about a year. You also seem to forget the pain of recovery and the sleep deprivation. Was it this bad last time? I suppose the answer is yes and no. I did have to deal with a newborn and all the fun stuff that goes along with that but now I have the added pleasure of a toddler and all the fun stuff that goes along with that. No sleep at night and no sleep during the day. Yay! (sarcastic enthusiasm)

This is what all the moms of more than one were talking about, Mommy boot camp. I had a moment last month when hubby was out of town. A didn’t want to sleep and E didn’t want to sleep and it was 2 am. At one point they were both crying and I was totally overwhelmed and also started to cry. A stopped crying and began rubbing my leg saying “it’s okay Momma, it’s okay.” My cousin informed me that, at the point you are comforted by your toddler you have officially been inducted to the world of mommy hood. I guess I’ve arrived.

I wonder when I will go from surviving to living and enjoying life. I hit an all-time low yesterday. A friend brought dinner for me (thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!). I knew she was coming all day and still made no effort to change out of my pajamas and what’s worse (in my opinion) my house was a mess and I still invited her in. I mean food on the floor, old dishes in the sink, toys everywhere mess. I have no shame. Hell I’m tired all the time. I don’t feel like cleaning up. My garbage can has been on the curb for 4 days now and I don’t care. I don’t feel like doing A’s hair and I don’t feel like brushing my teeth. I’m going to have a fun time explaining that last one to my dentist in a couple of weeks. I was able to sneak a shower yesterday and couldn’t believe my luck. This isn’t living.

I know it will get better, but that doesn’t make it any easier for me right now. Or maybe that is the attitude that is messing me up. Maybe it won’t get easier; maybe (hopefully) I will get better at managing our time.