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The day I miscarried

click here Will be a day I will never forget

buy orlistat online canada I will always remember

source site What it felt like

To feel a life leave me, my body

It was a Monday morning in December

I was at a staff meeting, taking notes

I started to feel flush

I ran to the bathroom to throw up

And of course everyone thought I was pregnant

Morning sickness

Little did they know…

I felt weak

I unzipped my boots because I felt so hot

I had them call my husband to pick me up because I couldn’t drive home

And he already knew…

We both did

We had already started calling each other Mommy and Daddy 

We had gone to a Christmas party and I hadn’t drank, telling people I was the Designated Driver 

Then I got the phone call 

At work 

The tone in her voice was different. 

I knew what she was going to say before she said it 

That my HCG levels were dropping instead of rising

I apologized profusely to my husband 

I swore this was my fault. Something I did 

We had been trying for two years…

3 IUIs….

And had finally gotten pregnant on our own

Only to lose it again

Here’s what they don’t tell you:

It’s not just one day

You don’t just cry in the shower and it’s over

My body went through this process for nearly a month…

All while we attended Hanukkah and Christmas with our families…

who had no idea

we went to parties

We went on a cruise

As my womb was failing me

We faked smiles

Only to come home and cry


How running helps me be a better mom

It’s my alone time. My me time.

My sanctuary. My therapy.

When I can think without being interrupted. Or not think at all.

It’s when I feel most myself.

I’ve laughed on runs. I’ve cried.

I’ve picked up leaves or acorns for my kids.

I’ve thought about my grandfather who passed when I was 15. I felt like he was running with me. Like he would be proud of me.

It’s when I get to take care of me. So I can be healthier. And live longer.

It’s when I get to be in nature. See the animals.


It’s when I get to listen to what I want.

And the endorphins. Runners high is no joke.

I’m calmer after a run, especially with my kids.

Running makes me a better mom.

A better person.

A better me.

Raising Monarchs: Our Family’s Adventure

I’ve always loved butterflies and teaching the girls the life cycle of a butterfly was seriously on like my top 10 reasons for homeschooling.

There are a million books, crafts and snacks having to do with the life cycle.

But actually watching one grow- that’s a little harder. Like A LOT harder than I thought it would be.

I was all, sure, let’s bring in some caterpillar eggs! Until NONE of them turned into a butterfly….cue new talk on death instead of a beautiful butterfly.

I bought milkweed plants from my local Lowe’s/ Home Depot and one more from my produce stand (which already had one caterpillar on it!)

I bought a mesh container for housing from Amazon, but for my first cats (butterfly lady speak for caterpillars), I used clear plastic cups from iced coffees, etc. and poked lots of holes in the top.

I have only collected (so far) much larger cats- they call them instars- 4th or 5th instars. They seem to be hardier.

I bring them in and put 2-3 milkweed leaves in with them to eat. Once they go through those, I clean out the frass (caterpillar poop) and give them new leaves.

Once they go into chrysalis (DON’T call it a cocoon!), ours eclosed right around 14 days.

After they came out, I waited 24 hours to release to make sure their wings were dry.

OH- and then there’s making sure the milkweed doesn’t get TAKEN OVER by aphids, aka disgusting yellow bugs that eat caterpillar eggs!

I’ve squished them (blech), sprayed the with water, insecticidal soap and in extreme cases (but also the most effective and quickest way), Sevin Dust. I’ve made sure there aren’t any cats on the plants when I use the Sevin.

I’ve also joined Facebook groups, where people have MUCH more experience than me and have been extremely helpful!

Strawberry Festival

It’s March here in Florida, which, for most people means Spring Break.

For us here in Plant City, it means strawberry season.

And strawberry season means The Strawberry Festival!

It’s kind of a big deal.


People wear rhinestoned strawberry shirts. Kids get dressed up in strawberry dresses and headbands. There’s a court and a Queen.

And the debate on whether you should put a biscuit or shortcake underneath your Strawberry Shortcake? It can get ugly. (BTW, shortcake ALL. THE. WAY. over here)

Before we had kids, we avoided it like the plague.

Tourist attraction.



Three of my husband’s least favorite things.

The first year I took Emma by myself since Eric was out of town for work. We watched her older cousin dance. And she wore these adorable pajamas:



Emma 2013

The next year, Addie was a baby so baby carrier all the way. Plus, I had to get “matching” pictures of both girls in their strawberry jammies.



Addie 2014


Ferris Wheel ride= sun right in the face of the baby. #parentingwin


The next year, my parents joined us. Addie had just turned a year old and demanded to try some of my “Memomade” aka lemonade. I told her she would hate it, it was bitter and let her try it. Little shit drank the whole thing.  And is STILL obsessed with “Memomade.”




This year, I met my mom and her friend there, we HAD to get a lemonade and ride the ferris wheel, but I also got this adorable side-by-side picture of my girls.


What a difference a year makes.


In Plant City, we do strawberries. And we do them well.

Can’t wait for next year!