It’s messy, stains on your black shirt you don’t know were there until you took the selfie. It’s trying to do as much as you can between nap times. And answering as many emails as you can during naps. Its forgetting to eat lunch. It’s playing ball between folding laundry and coloring with my morning coffee. It’s listening to podcasts while driving to the grocery store and consuming all the reality TV I can. It’s reminding myself daily to not compare my kid with others, and comparing the way I mother. Danny is sleeping on my lap as I type this. Will he be up all night? Oh yes. Am I just embracing this moment? Definitely. We’re not perfect. Far from it. But we’ve got a lot of heart and I’m grateful for my beautiful little family. However you human today, I hope you remember that you know what you need better than anyone else. Here’s your permission slip to listen to yourself and hear your own needs. 😘 #thisishowimother
I have toast every morning for breakfast. It’s my non-negotiable. I don’t want to live in a world where I don’t eat bread everyday. 😜🙈 Lately it’s looked like like this— raw maple almond butter and organic strawberries on top. 🤤 🍓🍓🍓 sorry not sorry for all the food pics lately. But I spend about 63 percent of my time in the kitchen so...
One of those oppressively humid days in Tennessee where you just close all the blinds and hope for the best. 😅😵 Hopefully you all are staying cool out there!
Sometimes simple is best. Hard boiled eggs and @traderjoes everything bagel seasoning for a mid-morning snack. Not pictured, my third cup of black coffee 🙈😬
My old college roommate (hi @econsigny!) is an artist and used to say something that has always, always stuck with me because it resonated so deeply. She used to say she didn’t feel like the day was ever really done if she didn’t create something. It didn’t have to be traditional art— but perhaps a dinner, or a well-constructed sentence, or maybe a crafted cup of coffee. I often find myself replaying those words in my head whenever I try new things in the kitchen like this homemade cheese. Is it practical? Not really. Do I feel like I’m coming down with free time that I’m just looking for ways to fill it? Definitely not. But it’s life giving to sometimes put off cleaning the bathroom, or answering that email so that you can do the things that make YOU feel accomplished. Coincidentally, after buying the cheese cloth (linked in my amazon page!) this was a relatively easy and delicious recipe from @we_are_food’s latest offering. I used different herbs— because I’m obsessed with purple basil and needed an excuse to do something fun with the stuff growing in my garden. 🌱😏
Lil’ basket of herbs for some friends. 🌱🌱🌱
Harvested our first zucchini this morning! Is it normal for them to be the size of an infant human though? 😅
Welcome to my summer hair. The humidity is murdering it. Everything feels fuzzy, including this photo. 🤪🌫
It’s a matcha kind of a morning around here. 🌱 About a month and half ago my anxiety all sort of came to a head. I remember crying to Chris because I felt guilty about not knowing where it was coming from because I couldn’t point to anything “wrong” in my life— great husband, beautiful child, supportive family, friends who FEEL like family, no stresses at work... I just felt broken. Like I couldn’t enjoy any of these beautiful things because I was always worried about the next thing. I wasn’t sleeping great, bolting out of bed in a sweat because I was sure I was dropping the ball and didn’t feel like I had TIME to sleep. So I made a few small changes that felt HUGE. Like saying “no” to things, so I could say yes to other things. I started working out five days a week, and prioritizing it. And started taking @woodenspoonherbs Anxiety Ally, which this is no sponsored or an ad, but it has transformed my sleep at night. I used to be such a light sleeper and get up multiple times a night, but I have slept through the night every time I’ve taken this tincture before bed. It’s AMAZING. And this month I’m starting to drink matcha in the morning first because it’s impact on your brain function and it’s ability to reduce anxiety. Sometimes it blows my mind that God has made this earth so nutritive to our bodies, like to the point there are plants that help us regulate our emotions. 🤯I wanted to open up about this because it’s been encouraging to see my anxiety subside by simply committing to changing a few habits regularly. Not sure if any of this resonates but I thought I’d share in case any of you are where I was a month ago, feeling guilty about being stressed, even though on the surface it doesn’t seem like anything is wrong. Don’t feel guilty, just be honest with yourself about your wants, capacity and feel the freedom to make changes that not only make you happy, but allow you to be a better, spouse, parent, child, coworker...it’s worth taking a minute to check in with yourself. ✨🌱
The face of a guy who’s realized he’s done walking and now wants to be carried. 😅 Monday recap: Been binging my newest true crime podcast obsession Teacher’s Pet while running errands, cleaning the kitchen (and again and and again and again...), working. Danny decided to only nap for 45 mins today which now means he hates everyone but mostly me. For some reason I have newly developed Diet Coke addiction that has come out of nowhere. 🤔 I know it’s bad but honestly the thought of going all summer without a Diet Coke sounds horrifying. I blame the lack of @Starbucks in east Nashville forcing me to go through any drive thru with a line smaller than 2 cars to caffein-ate. (Seriously @starbucks, how do we get one of you in our lives?! If there are five in Times Square there’s got to be room in the budget for at least one in east Nashville— I beg of you!) I have a mountain of laundry that has been asking me to fold it for two weeks. I feel officially stalked every time I walk past it. I’m sure I could come up with more boring Monday chat but I think that’s probably enough for now. Godspeed. #thisishowwemonday
You’ve got no idea how lucky you are to have him for your dad. Not fully yet. But you laugh at his dad jokes and fully engage in competitive pizza eating and go on long walks together, so I think you’re starting to get it. 😏spoiler alert: he’s the best
No one better than this dad. The guy who read us books, acted out Bible stories for family devotions, inspired me to be Badger, got our ears pierced without moms permission in Thailand, instilled in me my love for travel and appreciation for other cultures. And mostly taught me so much about what it means to be human with character and love for God. Happy Father’s Day dad! (Also I stole this picture from my sisters stories thus the lovely tags haha)
Excuse me, who is this teenager munching an apple on my bed and where is my baby?!
Spending this morning solo brunching and slowly diving into my first little batch of consultation clients. I now get what people mean when they say they have dream clients— because honestly the humans who have trusted me with their accounts are amazing. I kind of can’t believe they’d wanna hear from me 🙈✨ If you didn’t get a chance to sign up in time and want to set up a consultation in the future, click the link in my bio to join the waiting list. When I do the next set of consultations I’ll make sure to email you first before publicizing openings here on my IG account. 😏 you’ll be the first to know.
Yeah motherhood is hard and messy. You quiet tantrums between bites of chips and salsa and try and keep your child from eating sand, and apologize when they smack a toy out of the hand of another. You wake up tired and pass out more than fall asleep. You never have clothes without food stains. And then somewhere in the middle of all that, you and a friend decide to make the most of your husbands being out of town and get mexican food and go for a hike during the last remaining light. You try and find beaver dams, eat wild black berries and honeysuckle, and play hide-n-go-seek in the woods. Grateful for this little, messy, raw, wild, beautiful life. And specifically these humans.
Best dad, best husband. How did we get so lucky? If it’s okay we’ll just hug you the whole time you’re home.
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I’ve been pretty quiet on the topic of feminism lately, and it’s just because I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, processing, listening, researching, absorbing. Reminding myself that it’s okay to not know what you think about everything all the time. However, having said that I’ve been thinking a LOT about “the feminine mystique”, a phrase coined by Betty Friedan in 1963 to describe a pervasive feeling of discontent amongst suburban (mostly white) housewives, and can’t help but feel that maybe we’re not as evolved past that experience as we might be led to believe. A few days ago I posted about the exhausting experience of having to do it all and the response was crazy. Dozens of you (99% women) commented and responded saying you feel the exact same way, and it got me thinking about the possibility that social media has devolved society’s expectation of women. It’s different but eerily similar to the society of Stepford wives Friedan wrote about decades ago. Except this time we feel pressures to run a household, be a good spouse and present mother, have a certain body type AND job, AND passion project. In addition to all that there are we feel weight of holding up the moral and ethical fiber of society too— eating organic, local, volunteering, not buying clothes that are made unethically, being green, and teaching our children to be compassionate and kind members of society. And these tiny squares tell us a story we eat up— that everyone is actually doing all of that except for us. Friedan discovered that women were largely depressed and in extreme cases became suicidal from the pressures of society and the rat race of chasing an ideal that wasn’t personally fulfilling. I wonder sometimes if the same thing is happening now too? Based on my own issues with anxiety and frustrations with my own short comings I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it was the same for many of you. I guess my point is this— is social media actually sending us back in time? And if so, what can we do to stop the cycle of perpetuating a false ideal? Would love to hear all your thoughts!
Was giving some social media advice today and was just reminded (AGAIN) that no amount of marketing, hype, or social strategizing can replace real life presence. Our millennial generation in particular, is really good at sifting through B.S. — we can smell false advertising a mile away. The best social media presence is just an overflow of what’s actually going on. But shouldn’t that be just as true in our lives? Instead of trying to make sure it LOOKS like we’re living super full and meaningful lives, we should just be living them. Instead of trying to get others to be excited about were doing, lets just be excited about what we’re doing. Just like no amount of advertising can replace having a stellar product, no amount of external validation can replace actually living and breathing in the space of your real life. Whoa. Okay mini-marketing lesson/sermon over now.
Just a picture of two guys living their best lives— Danny eating a cookie and being tall, Papa getting cookie crumbs in his face and making Danny tall. Also shout out to @arcadenashville’s new location! Y’all did an amazing job and it was so amazing to watch Danny (and all the other little ones) immediately sense they were in a space made for them. Hope we didn’t leave behind TOO much of mess 🤪 it was a real rager! 😏✨🙌🏼