Goodbye Facebook! Hello, REAL LIFE!

The first step to overcoming an addiction is to admit you have problem.


I am one of those people that every time I think of something classy or funny, I have to share it. I have to share every funny thing my children do and I have to share every single frustration I have.

It has become a place where everyone overshares their entire life. I don’t care about your bathroom rituals, you children’s potty training mishaps, your breast milk leaking because quite honestly, I have my own shit going on.


Its a place where I spend a good portion of my day when I could be enjoying the outdoors or even my children more. I am too busy thinking of my clever next post. I feel like I am missing out on real life.

I will still be blogging but hours will not be spent on FB anymore.




On the internet, I can be anyone I want to be. I can be that clever, witty, charming woman. No body knows much about me in real life and that’s the way I’ve always liked it.


A little different…

This post is a little different than what I normally post. I have been keeping up with the news regarding Tamerlan Tsarnaev. Everything I read offends me. I am not religious, as I have stated previously but the utter disregard for human life regardless of their crimes, is insane.

Yes, I understand that he is responsible for the deaths of innocent people.

Yes, I know he is a terrorist.

Yes, I am fully aware an eight year old boy was killed by his actions.

Why do people feel that his remains should be desecrated because of what he did? A news article I read summed up how I feel so eloquently.

“Easy to understand, but wrong. Ultimately, Tsarnaev’s burial isn’t so much about him or what he deserves as it is about our society, which generally tries to do the decent thing. Decency means treating the dead with basic civility and respect, no matter who the person was or what acts he may have committed.”

When we take ourselves to a level of disrespecting a corpse, where has our humanity gone? I mean, honestly, what bad could come from him being buried and giving his family some closure. While, I understand that his family has reportedly denied him and said he deserved his death, wouldn’t you at least want some closure?

People are killed every day.

People are executed for heinous crimes and their families are able to bury their bodies in accordance with their faith. What makes him any different? The fact is they are immigrants who followed the radical side of Islam and many Americans can’t stand the fact that they are Islamic.

I think that regardless of his crime, he should be afforded at least the decency of an Islamic burial. Yes, his Islamic tradition may have caused him to viciously kill people but like I stated before, he is still a human.

It makes me sad to raise children in a world so consumed with hatred. So obsessed with retribution that people aren’t treated with even basic civility.

I would like to think that if we showed mercy and civility towards his body and afforded him the proper burial, we could eventually start building bridges to Islam. Desecrating the body could be the start of another war, a long bloody war over religion and faith.

Lets just for once, be the bigger man.

Two weeks until the big day!

Last week, I started a three part series about Ben. He will be one on the 22nd and I am kind of sad because his age will now be calculate in years and not months… 😦

So back to the story!

I remember lying there thinking that about how this was so different then the first time. I was aware. It was calm. No one was rushing and I had someone by my side. I remember the nurse saying that I would be feeling some pushing and pulling and I said, “It feels like someone is sitting on my chest!”

A few moments later, I hear its a boy and then comes Benjamin’s welcome cry into the world. I was chocked up and said to Jeremy, “There’s your boy.” He walked over to see him and came back with this tiny little person in his arms. He sat next to me and just looked at his son.


I was only in the hospital for two days after my cesarean. I was trying so hard to stand up and walk around a few hours afterwards and it was awful but when I nursed him, I felt so close to him and nothing else mattered.  His pediatrician decided he was jaundice and so we had to take him for blood work every single day. It was upsetting watching them stab his little foot but he rarely cried and slept so well. His dad when on third shift shortly after he was born and Benjamin and I were able to co-sleep very effectively.


I woke up to this little man every morning and my life couldn’t get any better. He nursed well. He slept well. He was learning. He was growing. Benjamin is a very loving child. He’s a snuggler.


He loves everyone.

Its amazing to watch a little person grow and know that you had a part in this. You helped create and nourish and love this little person.


This little boy is our world.

To be cont’d.

Funny on Camera

Benjamin and I have a daily ritual of watching babies on Youtube. Its weird but he loves it. I have yet to understand how come I can never catch anything my children do on camera. Is it because I am not one of those moms with the camera shoved in their faces 24/7?

Benjamin likes to talk “with” these babies. He goes right along and yells with them. It seems like everyone else’s children are way more funny and cute.

The same goes for Adison. She does funny stuff but I am never ready with the camera. All the crazy things she says are never caught on camera.

Adison has told me that she needs me to buy her a shovel. Why you ask? Because she has to bury her boyfriend in the backyard. Don’t ask. She’s been in 16 relationships in two years mostly with Justin Bieber.

Kids are funny and maybe I should shove the camera in their face so I can share it with the world or I can just enjoy it and keep it to myself.


Almost ONE!

In three weeks, my son will be one! I cannot believe how fast this year has gone by and how many firsts I have experienced.

He has always been a very adorable and interesting little guy.

I will never forget when Jeremy and I found out we were expecting! We were so excited. We danced around the living room singing, “We’re going to have a baby!” We started calling him Baby Benny before we knew we were having a boy and my husband was the most amazing man when I was pregnant.

He easily dealt with my cravings and my crying because we don’t have a Chinese buffet around here.

At 15 weeks, we found out we were having a boy. I went to the emergency room because I had a UTI and kidney infection. They wanted to check him out and see what was going on in there. Adison asked the ultrasound tech if it had a penis and sure enough he did! I got home and woke my husband up to show him the pictures and tell him the awesome news.



A few weeks later they scheduled my c-section and we went in on that day. I could my husband was nervous when they brought him into the operating room. He held my hand and I smiled at him. He was shaking. It was amazing…

This is continue at the month goes on. He’s not one yet you sillies!