Preschool Schmeskool

Ugh, preschool registration is staring me in the face this week, and to be completely honest, this momma ain’t ready! My EB will turn four-years-old later this spring which makes her eligible for a four-year-old preschool program this coming fall. And while I know she will love this new adventure, I on the other hand am feeling sick to my stomach about the whole thing.

She is just growing up too fast! I admit that sometimes I forget that she is only three — there is just so much curiosity, so much personality, so much attitude that surrounds my little girl that I have to take a step back and remind myself that she is only three (going on 13). I’m not sure I’m ready to give up her morning snuggles, her witty remarks, her one-millionth-and-one question of the day just yet… then again, her temper tantrums, her stubbornness, and her attitude leave some things to be desired at times.

As trying as my little EB is, I love spending time with her. Call it guilt, but from the day she was born until she was almost three, I placed her in a daycare environment while I commuted 4 hours a day (2 hours each way) to work for another 8 hours in between. I got to see her for maybe an hour each night before it was her bedtime. I missed her, and now that I was able to make the switch to a full-time stay-at-home-mom I have the pleasure of seeing her all day, everyday and that’s not something I’m ready to give up just yet.

Granted, I know I don’t have to send her to preschool, but I worry about what impact not sending her would have on her entering Kindergarten the following year? I want to do the best thing for her not just me.

After a lot of reflection and support from some great friends, I am starting to see the light… I know this new adventure will be a benefit for EB as well as me — I can only imagine the stories she will come home with at the end of the day! I just hope that I’ll be ready… until then, I’m going to enjoy my beautiful EB and the mommy time I get with her!



ac·count·abil·i·ty: noun: Merriam-Webster defined as: the quality or state of being accountable; especially: an obligation or willingness to accept responsibility or to account for one’s actions

Today, I accept accountability for my actions (or lack there-of)… I am kicking off my week (and the new year) by taking control of my life! After being everything I am to everyone else: a wife, mother, daughter, sister, auntie, friend, and everything in between, I figured it was time to start doing something for me! Call me selfish, but I think I deserve it!!

Being out of the game for the last 6-weeks (five-weeks with a cold/flu combo, and spending the last week officially starting my very slow recovery), today is the first day I woke up feeling “good,” so with all of the energy I could muster up this very chilly January morning, I made the decision to jump back on the “new-year/new-you” band-wagon, because much like Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., “I have a dream…” to rock a bikini body by my birthday!

That’s right — two kids, a few stretch marks, and a pair of mom jeans later (okay, maybe not the last one – yet!) — I am going to rock a bikini body (and subsequent bikini) by my birthday! And do you want to know how I’m going to do it? Well, here’s a sneak peek at my secret weapons (because, just like a cute pair of shoes, you can’t have just one!) I have enlisted the help of a few of my favorite websites, apps, and of course friends, to help (and support!) me along my way, including:

Love, Lindsey

My Fitness Pal


Skinny Taste

Six Sisters’ Stuff

To quote the famous Beetles song (or rather, my favorite version by Joe Cocker), “with a little help from my friends I will make this dream a reality by eating right, exercising, tracking my progress and leaning on my friends when I start to fall — but most importantly, I will hold myself accountable, because regardless of whether I succeed in my efforts to sculpt a bikini ready body, or I don’t, I will rock one on my birthday! Gulp…

Here goes nothing!!

Falling on Deaf Ears

I now understand how “parents” can be deaf by the time they’re 50 — okay, who am I kidding, by the time they’re 30! Having recently hit the big 3-0 milestone (okay, yes it was six-months ago, but I’m still new to the idea of being considered by the twenty-somethings in my life as “middle-aged”, geesh, I’m barely in my thirties, but I digress) I knew some things were bound to start going — my hips are a little wider, my eyes look a little “tired” to quote the perky little tartlet at the make-up counter at the mall, and yes, my hair is sprouting some of its own natural highlights, but what I was not prepared for was the change in my ability to make out audible sounds…

As I sat on the couch last night curled up with my hubby watching a movie, I couldn’t even begin to tell you how many times I turned to him and asked, “what did he say” or “could you please turn that up?” Seriously!?! I’m only, gulp, 30!!! But, as I sat there in my movie watching stupor, I started to question how my hearing got so bad (so quickly, too, I might add)… and then it hit me!

The sounds that my two beautiful little girls make melt my heart… Their laughs… Their singing… Their “I love you mommy’s”… And yes, even their “I went potty in the potty’s,” but let’s face the facts — the decibel levels they can reach are beyond comprehension, especially to those without children. I mean really, how on earth is it possible for such tiny little people to accomplish such ear-piercing, head pounding, eye cringing sounds?!?

I used to laugh when I would hear (from the other room, I might add) my parent’s cell phones ring at levels that would wake the dead, and they wouldn’t even stir to answer it because they “didn’t hear it ringing,” but now, it’s not so funny…

Perhaps one day I will be presented with an opportunity to enact my revenge, oops, I mean share this “coming of age” experience with my little beauties, but until then, I’m investing in some ear plugs!!!

Farmhouse Glam with a touch of Boho

I discovered the Home Goods website today — what fun! When I was poking around on their site I ran across their style quiz and thought to myself, why not — and the results are in: I’m a Farmhouse Glam girl with a touch of Boho!


According to the survey, a Farmhouse Glam girl… is the delicate, exquisite balance between beautiful femininity and rustic nonchalance. She’s all about the discovery of unexpected sparkle amidst the less polished. She wears high heels and a denim jacket, a string of pearls and bare feet. And her home feels as special as it does comfortable.


I was in awe at how right it all sounded, and then I read about my Boho sidekick and was amazed… Boho isn’t just carefree. She’s adventurous and passionate, loving color and new and unusual uses for things. She’s into the Revamp, Reuse, and Recycle, and she can’t get enough of foraging for a good deal while mixing and matching silk-and-knit textures and vibrant colors anywhere she can.


Want to find out what your style is? Check out the Home Goods Stylescope and find out for yourself!HG_boho


Sometimes… Baked chicken parmesan turns into fish sticks, sweet potato fries, and a glass of riesling… Cheers!

Eyes Wide Open

Today, I feel inspired… After listening to Hoda Kotb’s interview about her new book, “Ten Years Later,” on the Today Show this morning, I have been reminded that when life gives you lemons, you should pull out a pitcher and make lemonade. The book is filled with inspiring stories of inspiring people who faced adversity and challenges head on and moved forward. I know that 2013 is going to challenge me personally, and I am more confident now knowing that I’m not alone and I will be able to move forward as long as I keep my head up and my eyes wide open — here’s looking at you!

Ten Years Later


”Red, red, they call me red…” Dr. Suess — the joys of motherhood!