Why I Don’t “Sleep When the Baby Sleeps”


I say it all the time, but my baseline these days is exhausted. It’s manageable (and dare I say, normal?) but even if Jack has a random good night(s) of sleep, my body has grown accustom to snapping awake every few hours. Once jarred awake, I brace myself for his cries, and when they don’t come, I lay there tensed up and unable to quickly fall back asleep, convinced I’m seconds away from the nighttime wails that punch me in the gut.


Like many new moms reading this, I walk around most days like a zombie, forgetting things left and right, and doing things like putting the dog’s leash in the fridge. But before you say, sleep when the baby sleeps, I’ll tell you why that’s simply not an option.


It doesn’t matter whether you work inside or outside the home. If you work in an office, you can’t take a nap under your desk, right? When my baby goes down to nap, I can’t crawl into bed because there are 800 things I need to do in that 45ish minutes (God help me.) Laundry. Dishes. Meal prep. Blogging. Emails. Articles. Shit that I cannot do when I have an awake baby who’s current main interest is attempting to lick electrical outlets.

Sleeping like a baby sucks

I admit, I attempted to sleep when Jack slept. But, I don’t fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow (because I’m thinking of all the aforementioned tasks that I could be doing.) Do you what happens, without fail, the minute my body relaxes and drifts off to sleep? The baby wakes up, and I’m left feeling like I have a weird combination of a hangover and the flu for the rest of the day.

Personal Hygiene

74% of my showers happen in the middle of the day. For one, I’m not waking up before Jack just to wash my hair, and it doesn’t make sense to shower at 5am when I know for certain I’ll end up with my child’s spit up, feces, and/or urine on my skin before I eat breakfast at lunchtime.

Hulu + Netflix 

Or Facebook, Instagram, Twitter or Buzzfeed. I know I have a lot of work to do, but I don’t get lunch breaks, so if/when my sweet little cherub surrenders and finally falls asleep, I may watch How to Get Away with Murder and scroll through Instagram during the Hulu commercial breaks.*

 *this rarely happens.

Happy Birthday to Me!

Happy Monday, friends! And happy birthday 28th birthday to me!

Today is a regular old Monday, but my best friends took me out yesterday to make sure I had time to celebrate. Emily and Jamie came over on Sunday morning toting mimosas and surprises.

mimosasOur first surprise of the day was a little bit of pampering. I was treated to a pedicure and it was lovely. It sounds so silly, but manicures and pedicures were a biweekly occurrence before Jack, but I’ve only had my nails done one other time in the past six months, and it’s made me kind of sad. These girls know me better than anyone!

Our next stop was lunch at a local Mexican restaurant. It is not an exaggeration when I say that our friendship was founded on a mutual love for tacos and cheese dip, so every special occasion calls for Mexican food. Always.

I know I joke about drinking all the time, but let’s be honest, it’s not every day that I enjoy adult beverages. When we go to lunch I was definitely still buzzing off my one mimosa (for shame, I know) and the girls insisted on margs. Not one to be rude, I obliged ;)

What I was not prepared for what the birthday “treat.” I could have died when the restaurant staff came clapping over with the sombrero and…a tequila shot?

hbdWhat’s happened to the fried ice cream!? I took a baby sip of this shot before throwing in the towel. I’m 28  and definitely not in college anymore. Woof.

I’m so thankful to Cory for giving me the gift of sleeping in on a Sunday, and for my amazing best friends for taking me out for a little celebration. While 27 was a fantastic year, I’m terribly excited to see what 28 has in store!

I’d love to know – How old are you today? 

TX Organics Korean Beef Tacos

If you’re anything like me, meal planning happens on Saturday afternoon and grocery shopping happens on Sunday morning, which is why I wanted to get this easy Korean beef taco recipe on your radar for the week!

First, let’s understand that making steak tacos with coleslaw is outside of my comfort zone. I’m a chicken taco kinda gal, but when TX Organics sent us some of their organic beef and I happened to be craving tacos, we got creative (and I may never go back to chicken tacos, ever.)


Grab yourself some of your favorite tortillas, a bag of coleslaw, some TX Organics steak with the following marinade, and you’ve got yourself a delicious dinner.


recipe adapted from Damn Delicious

For the marinade, mix the brown sugar, soy sauce, sesame oil, red pepper flakes, ginger, vegetable oil and garlic in a bag. Place your TX Organics beef (we used the carne asada) in the bag to marinate for 24 hours.

We ended up slicing the carne asada in thin strips and seared them in our cast iron skillet for about one minute per side. The coleslaw was nothing fancy – it came in a bag. Instead of making a mayo-based ‘slaw, we used about 2 tablespoons of sour cream, the juice of one lime, and salt and pepper to taste. It added the perfect crunch to the savory carne asada!

Serve with a side of tortilla chips and some homemade guac, and you’re practically in Heaven.


While I was not compensated for this post, I have to give a major shout out to TX Organics, because they sent us some of their beef and it did not disappoint. What I love about TX Organics is that they’re a family owned company that’s committed to producing the cleanest, organic grass-fed beef possible. And because I get super wary of companies that throw the “organic” label out there, I was quite impressed to learn that all of their cattle are certified organic black Angus and are part of the Global Animal Partnership (the GAP is a program that ensures the highest standards of the humane treatment of cattle.)

6 Things I’ve Learned in the First 6 Months

I cannot even begin to believe I have a six-month-old. To be fair, I say this every month, and I have a feeling it’s just how it’s going to be from here on out. But still. He’s  been here for half a year.

I could write about book about all the things I’ve learned about myself and about being a mom in these first six months, but I’ll save you the time and just provide the abridged version.

1. The cuter the outfit, the more likely a blowout (and/or projectile spit up.) This is scientific fact.

2. It is 100% possible to get your baby to sleep late or take long naps. Simply make plans. This will ensure that your baby will break all previous sleep records by at least 45 minutes.

3. There will come a day when your baby drives you to end of your rope and will ask for help. And on that day, your baby will not cry for one minute, leaving the rescuer to think you’ve lost your damn mind. THIS baby cries all the time?! I DO NOT believe it! she’ll say while you’re shaking in the corner like, I swear to everything that’s Holy, before your car pulled in the driveway, he had been crying for the past 72 hours. 

4. Milestones have nothing to do with your skill as a parent. Maybe your baby sits up at three months, or maybe he’s a “late” crawler; whatever the circumstance, it is not a reflection on you as a parent. In the beginning, I was worried that if Jack didn’t hit every milestone “on time” it would mean that I was failing as a parent. I quickly learned that you (the parent) have very little control over that kind of stuff.

5. It can take a while to gain your parenting confidence. I’ll never forget the first time Jack got shots, I asked the nurse, “Can I nurse him right after your done?” I literally asked permission from someone else to nurse my own child. Face, meet palm.

6. It gets better every day. Okay, that’s a slight exaggeration. It’s more of a cha-cha; with one step forward comes one step back, but when you eventually learn the dance, you realize it’s a beautiful one.

Don’t Visit a New Mom Empty Handed (6 Practical Gift Ideas)

When Jack was born, we semi-joked that we had a visitation tax; if you wanted to come visit us, you couldn’t come empty handed. I say ‘semi-joked’ because we obviously didn’t enforce it, but we also didn’t play the polite “oh, no, we’re good thanks!” card when someone asked us what we needed before they came over.

We needed all the things.

If you have friends who recently gave birth, it should go without saying that you don’t go over to their house empty handed. But maybe your friends are more polite than we are, and you need some practical ideas so you don’t show up looking like the chump who just “stopped by to see the baby.” (Or, maybe you’re a new mom who doesn’t know how to answer the “what do you need?” question.)

gift ideas

Diapers, diapers, diapers (and wipes.) Diapers aren’t cheap and they disappear at lightening speed. This is always a safe bet because you know they’ll get used and they’ll be appreciated. Friendly tip: Make sure you know what size the baby is currently wearing. If you can’t do that, take your best guess and tape the receipt to the box just in case.

Take out Let’s be clear: any and all free food is appreciated. The down side of taking casseroles or big dinners over to your friends is that everyone else had the same idea, and a good amount of food ends up being thrown out (which I hate doing!) Chances are, your new-parent friends won’t be making it out to any real restaurants for a bit, so do them a solid and bring them take out from one of their favorite places. Friendly tip: Deliver and dash. Don’t put your sleep deprived friends in the position of having to entertain you or hold a conversation that requires brain cells. They’re going to want to eat and pass out for 30 minutes before the baby wakes up again. 

Alcohol When my OB gave me the thumbs up that I could enjoy an adult beverage or two without worrying about my breastmilk, I did a happy dance in my hospital gown. I had several friends who brought over wine and champagne to celebrate the end of my forced sobriety, and it was greatly appreciated. Friendly tip: Avoid hard liquor. Just sayin’.  

Bagels Delivered dinners were awesome, but one friend had the genius idea to bring us a dozen bagels from Panera. We had so much food for lunch and dinner, but nothing for breakfast. It was so appreciated, and is actually what I now take to all my new-parent friends!

Onesies Ah, opening the cute-as-can-be outfits at the baby shower was so fun…but totally impractical. All a new baby wears is onesies. I had tons of cute outfits hanging in Jack’s closest, but the majority of them got packed away with their tags still attached. So much wasted adorableness.

A plan to be helpful This is your ‘showing up empty handed’ loophole. If you’re going to stop by without food or diapers or alcohol, the next best thing is being helpful. I remember that in the beginning, I was so sleep deprived and overwhelmed with my new baby, that the idea of just sitting and talking to someone stressed me out. Friendly tips: Try to plan this visit around the baby’s feeding schedule. Show up (on time) and offer to hold the baby while your friend showers. Or, get to work and clean up the kitchen, fold laundry (if you’re on the I’m-touching-your-underwear level of friendship), take the dog for a walk, or whatever else she/they might need. 

Honestly, anyone with a new baby just needs to be treated with extra love and kindness. You don’t need to spend money to be helpful; a call, text, card, or lending a listening ear are also all great ways to support a new parent!

Anything else you would add to the list? 


Totally Truthful Thursday

// Jack got his first cold and is so miserable. I feel so badly for him! (And I feel badly for me; sucking snot out of a kid’s nose is the grossest.)

// On a happier note, Cory and I are all about our date nights. We’ve implemented a strict bi-weekly date night where Cory’s parents so kindly come over to watch Jack while we go out to dinner and enjoy an hour or two without a baby. This week we went to Bonefish and I ate all the bang bang. 


// Jack is now refusing to take a bottle and it’s driving me out of my ever-loving mind. Up until about 4 months, he had no problem with it, but now he acts like he has no idea what to do with it. It’s causing me great anxiety because we have a few events coming up in October that will require me to be away from him for more than 3 hours, and of course I’m convinced he’ll starve to death. HELP!

// I have two “beyond the blog” articles out this week, and I’m proud of them! One is in defense of the Millennials on Best Kept Self, and one is about why I need my childless girlfriends more than ever on Scary Mommy. (PS. getting published on Scary Mommy was a stretch goal of mine this year, and it blows my mind that this is article number 3!)

// Jack and Penny are totally BFFs and it’s too cute.

penny and jack

// When someone tells me that their child’s nap spans several hours, my first thought is, Do you have a pet unicorn, too? 

// My birthday is coming up (get your gifts in the mail now) and when Cory asked what I wanted, my only request was sleep. No fancy dinner, no afternoon winery trip, no Michael Kors watch…just sleep.

// Does anyone else not get periscope? I want to understand, because I’m sure it’s the next “big thing,” but I feel like I don’t have the time to add another social media platform to my life. I think that means I’m getting old.

// I’m obsessed with three ladies at the moment. Stephanie. Gervase. Jenn. Check them all out, thank me later.


Five Things I Won’t Apologize For

I’m someone who constantly apologizes. Did you have a bad day? Sorry! Is it raining? Sorry! Did you bump into meSorry!  Did I make you laugh? Sorry! Honestly, it’s one of my most annoying habits. But the extremely witty and insanely talented Stephanie inspired me to think about 5 things I won’t apologize for.


My marriage comes first. 

As in, before my child. I know this is a polarizing topic, but it’s a no-brainer for us. Cory and I are the first people to model for Jack what a happy, healthy marriage looks like, so we believe that putting each other before our child is what’s best for everyone. Does that mean if my child is crying and my husband walks in the door from work, I drop the kid and run to Cory? No! Does it mean we budget for date nights and childless vacations? You bet. 

I care about my appearance

When I showed up to a mom’s group a while back, I was teased because I had showered and was wearing “real clothes.” Listen, 90% of my life is now spent in yoga pants and wireless bras, so on the rare occasion I have the time (or reason) to do more than slap on chapstick and a t-shirt, I’m going to do it.

Not every day gets my 100%

I’m so far from perfect. There are days when the house is cleaned, the laundry is folded, I’ve played with the baby, and I’ve met article deadlines with time to spare. But there are others days when the dishes are piled up, the baby is bored, and I have nothing productive to show for my day (you know, besides a living, breathing tiny human.)

I have an awesome husband

Sure, he has his quirks and has the ability to drive me to the brink of insanity, but I can assure you he could say much worse about his wife. Not all husbands treat parenthood as an equally shared responsibility, but mine does. He changes diapers, gets up in the middle of the night, encourages me to take time by myself, and is an all-around nice guy.

Changing my mind

At this point in my life, I’m just trying to figure out what works, what I like, and what I can do without. I’m quick to say yes to opportunities and excited to try different techniques when it comes to parenting. Some things work, some things don’t. So be it. I don’t think that makes me fickle or indecisive; I think it makes me human.

(I’d love to know some things that you won’t apologize for!)

Baby Led Weaning (aka: whatever, we’re trying solid foods)

baby led weaningI feel like I need to start a Clueless Mom series, because I swear to you, I would have never thought that I’d have to Google shit like how to feed a baby.  But alas, here we are.

I hate using terms like “baby led weaning” or “cry it out method” because I feel like I’m bound to eight million rules and guidelines. Like, we’re Team Cry It Out, but that doesn’t mean I’m never going to rock my baby to sleep, and if I feel like I need to pick him up before the allotted time has passed, I’m going freakin’ pick him up. Sorry, Ferber.

So, now that Jack is almost 6 months old (WHAT?!) it’s come time for us to start introducing solid foods. While this totally makes me feel like we might as well start submitting college applications this week, I’m excited – and so is my nineteen pound chunk of a baby.

baby led weaning bananaEnter: Baby Led Weaning. In case you’re as clueless as I am: “Weaning” in this sense is a British term that means ‘adding complimentary foods’ rather than my American understanding that made me think it meant I’d be withdrawing or replacing nursing. Whew. 

Anyway, with Baby Led Weaning, you’re basically just giving your baby normal foods. It’s as simple as that. You can skip the purees, (which sounds great to me, only because it’s one less thing I’d have to add to my to-do list) and simply make sure you’re not handing over a choking hazard. Duh.

avocadoTo my surprise, my little piggy was quite uninterested in both the banana and the avocado. Our pediatrician warned us that eating doesn’t come naturally like nursing (or bottle feeding) does, so introducing solids will certainly take practice. Who knew?!

Will BLW work for us? Who the hell knows. All I know is that I’m giving it a shot, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll move on to the next! Like I said, I’m not trying to follow any rigid rules or regulations with this feeding thing. Case in point, I mashed up some banana (a BLW no-no) and my kid tried to eat the glass bowl…




Focusing on Health + Wellness with LARABAR

This post is sponsored by LARABAR.


I know everyone and their mother is all like,  summer, wait! Don’t go! While I’m over here like,  fall, you’re finally here!

I love the summertime, but no season makes me happier than fall. The crisp air, the crunchy leaves, my favorite jeans-and-sweater attire, and the calm before the craziness that is The Holidays. I also feel like our life is at it’s most normal during this season. Our schedule isn’t dominated by travel or weekend cookouts, and we’re able to fall into a more sustainable routine. While I adore late nights and BBQs, they start to take a toll.

So this fall, with the help of LARABAR, I’m taking the time to focus on my health and wellness. Honestly? I’m tired of feeling tired. While having a 5-month-old plays a major role in that exhaustion, I know that so do some of my lifestyle choices. 

So for both you and myself, here are few tips for how I’m planning on getting my health and wellness on track.


I’m putting this on the list because, like any good to-do list, you put something on there that you know you can cross off. Right? I’m in a good groove with Jack and our daily walks. I love being outside and I swear to you, that hour saves my sanity. It also makes me feel good. I’m not doing anything strenuous like running 10 miles or lifting heavy weights, but I’m moving my body and it feels right. On the days when my schedule doesn’t allow a walk, I notice that I’m more irritable and my energy level clocks in at an all time low.


Eat well, and eat often

You guys know that I’m breastfeeding, but what you don’t know is that it’s a struggle for me to eat as often as I should. I eat breakfast and then before I know it, it’s past lunchtime and I haven’t made the time to make myself snacks or lunch (because, baby.) As a result, I end up with headaches or I end up eating chips straight from the bag because I’m so ravenous that I can’t even begin to think of finding something healthy. I’ve made sure to stock up on my favorite LARABAR flavors because they’re easy to grab and go, and they’re HEALTHY. Have you ever looked at the ingredients list on a LARABAR? It’s comforting that I can read and identify all 3 – 4 ingredients. And they’re delish.


Drink Water

My water intake ebbs and flows. Some weeks I drink ALL THE WATER, and some weeks I’m dehydrated. That’s not good for any person, but it’s especially bad for a breastfeeding woman. My goal is to be more consistent with drinking water every day.

Water and LARABARs

Make ME Time

Health and wellness isn’t about just eating and exercising, it’s about the whole person. I’ve done a terrible job at taking guilt free time for myself since Jack was born, and it’s not good for anyone! When mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy, AMIRIGHT?! It’s my goal to loosen up a bit and hopefully relax every now and then. I have a strong feeling this will be the most difficult goal to achieve!

At LARABAR®, we believe that the foundation of a sound mind, body and spirit is derived from what you eat – and what you eat is most delicious and satisfying when it’s in a whole, natural state.

Thank you to LARABAR to sponsoring this post.

A Baby Blues Check In

It’s no secret that I struggled for the first month or so of Jack’s life. The transition into motherhood was not a smooth one for me, and during that time, I felt like I’d never have it all under control. I felt like I’d always be fighting simply to keep my head above water.

I mean, during those first 6 weeks, it was a good day if Cory came home from work I wasn’t in the same spot on the couch where he’d left me 10 hours prior. (It was a super good day if I wasn’t crying when he got home.)

(Super good days were few and far between.)

But yesterday, while Cory went to play golf, I casually went to the grocery store, prepped lunches and dinners for the week, and got Jack to nap, it dawned on me. I’m doing the damn thing.

And not only am I doing the damn thing, I’m doing it well.

Doing it well doesn’t imply that I’m spectacular. It doesn’t mean that I have things figured out, or that I don’t make mistakes, or that my house is immaculate, or that I don’t have days where I literally throw my hands up in frustration; but it does imply that I’m no longer just keeping my head above water.

The solo grocery store trip? The prepping meals? The getting Jack to nap? (All while alone?) Four or five months ago, those were all things I never thought I’d be able to do.

I don’t have a funny story or a witty way to end this post, but because my postpartum story resonated with so many women, I felt like it was necessary to check in to let other moms know that it absolutely gets better.

And easier. And more exciting. And much happier.

potoPhotographic evidence of me relaxing on the couch. With a napping baby upstairs. CAN I GET AN AMEN!?