Yesterday was really a perfect day. After a half day of work, I picked up Miss Ruby Tuesday and we went home. After I topped her off with a nice afternoon snack we took a nap together cuddling in bed. Marc came home and made home made orange chicken (so domesticated) it was so tasty! #TakeThatPandaExpress … Continue reading A perfect day

I was made to be a mother I have no doubt.  I wait all week for Friday mornings when I get to hold my baby as long as I want.  Without her, what would I have? Hours at the office and money in the bank. But that doesn't bring happiness, and you can't snuggle a … Continue reading Ode to motherhood

This weekend is brought to you by wedding receptions and Costco runs. #marriedlife. #thebestlife I had my hands full with Miss Ruby Mack, so I asked Marc to make the grocery list. Any guesses?  That would be: laundry soap, frozen blueberries, and lettuce.  And we had one SERIOUS car dance party to Can't Stop This … Continue reading Costco run

Me: "Wow, it's so bright outside still for being 7:30." Marc: "That's because it's summer." Me: "Thanks Captain, where's your cape?" Marc: "Captains don't wear capes, they have badges or shields."  I love him. And that extremely kissable baby. 

I was feeding Ruby and looking on Instagram while she ate. And then I looked at the clock, "oh my goodness, it's been 30 minutes and I didn't even pay attention to her." When she started eating on the other side she was eating and making her her goofy smiles. And I missed it. I … Continue reading Netflix is forever, babies are not 

 You may be sick if you are wearing hoodies in 115 degrees. But I have the best cuddle buddy.  But on other matters, the amount of milk I have been pumping at work has been going down so I have been concerned Ruby wasn't getting enough food. So I have been eating lactation cookies and … Continue reading Sweatshirts in 115 degrees 

Ruby can hardly believe she is 4 whole months! #shocker  ​​A fairy is born every time this girl laughs. Today, push-ups are the funniest thing ever. Yesterday, it was the itsy bitsy spider.  ​​ ​

Saturday was Grandpa Shelly's funeral. It was so sweet and everyone only had kind things to say about my gentle, skinny, tall grandpa. I had no idea he was the cpa for the Hopi Indian Nation (so revered he was the only white man allowed at their sacred religious ceremonies), he ran for the Senate, … Continue reading Memorial Day Weekend