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The former fashionista: April 2012
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When style met motherhood. Monday, 30 April 2012. Reality is a kick in the ass. Not one of those things has ever. Happened to me.not even once, in the last 6 years, since I pushed out the small people that I grew. Disappointing, isn't it? The "best" part of having a weight struggle, is having friends who do not. A little more than I hate you. I suppose that my 6 and 4 year old, no longer are considered "baby weight". I suppose that instead of being a "yummy mummy", I am a bit more of a " bummy. The bonus...
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The former fashionista: April 2014
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When style met motherhood. Tuesday, 8 April 2014. Those closest to me, friends and family are aware of a secret that I have been keeping. I have not publicly acknowledged it until now, and I'm not really sure how I feel about exposing it tonight either. My heart just needs a voice tonight. I worry that I will never be enough. For him, or anyone else. When all the cards are on the table, am I enough? Are my insecurities too big? Is my anxiety too much to take on? Am I too broken to be worth the time.
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The former fashionista: May 2013
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When style met motherhood. Thursday, 30 May 2013. So after what felt like an eternal pregnancy, Flynn Allyn Edi-Mae arrived on March 20, 2013 at a hefty 8 pounds 10 oz and 23 inches long! Unfortunately due to hubby's work schedule, he missed her birth and was unable to get home until she was 12 hours old. After searching Pinterest for an hour, I had made a list in my head of all the items I was going to pick up that day, just to see if I could get things going. So I made all the important phone calls.
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The former fashionista: May 2012
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When style met motherhood. Wednesday, 30 May 2012. Have what's left of my self esteem kicked in the crotch. You know, whatever, either one sounds great. Miss C is a lover of all bugs. Especially snails. She collects them, names them, feeds them, takes them for wagon rides. In general, is a big fan. So from the back seat when I start to hear "snail chatter" I hummed and hawed along with her little notations about her pets. Now she has caught my attention. The skinny ones. Ohhmmm, is your mommy skinny?
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The former fashionista: September 2012
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When style met motherhood. Sunday, 23 September 2012. 16no wait, 33 and pregnant. Although I am just entering my second trimester, I thought that I would share with you what I have learned so far about having baby number three. For those of you who are knee deep in three children, I do not need any insight into what is to come after baby arrives. The images that my brain have already put together, is quite simply enough. I replied "me neither". . One of her first questions was regarding birth control aft...
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The former fashionista: Bringing up baby
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When style met motherhood. Sunday, 9 February 2014. I knew that I was dropping the ball on the blogging world since welcoming baby, but this is ridiculous. I read somewhere that most blogs are abandoned after 180 days.guilty? After summer, I sent off my big girl to Kindergarten and my boy to grade 3 (it goes by much too quickly) and I finally started to get some balance in the fall. By Oct I was figuring it out! Shit Is. HARD. I took myself off the list again. It's easy to do. 10 February 2014 at 17:43.
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The former fashionista: and she's one....
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When style met motherhood. Thursday, 20 March 2014. One year. 365 days. I have no idea where on earth it went. How it slipped away? What exactly did I do with it? Did I write down enough? Stop and play enough? Small hands have a long reaching ability. Whether it's the fridge, big sisters "forbidden" drawers, desk, remotes or counter, those little hands can reach more than you ever anticipated. You'd like to go to the bathroom? Stairs are not scary? I can't decide if she is lacking depth perception or fea...
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The former fashionista: August 2012
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When style met motherhood. Tuesday, 7 August 2012. So today's my 33rd birthday. Ugh, I would love to say that I am happy about this fact, but I will admit that my birthday has always been a source of sadness for me. This year is no exception. There have been years past that I have gotten through it with out tears, but the majority of them, I have cried. Isn't that the stupidist thing you've ever heard? Because it's my birthday? Secondly - the " love of my life. Ugh, all over a birthday. I was right. ...
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The former fashionista: February 2012
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When style met motherhood. Wednesday, 29 February 2012. Three blondes in a basement. 1 it keeps you grounded. 2 you can always. Be yourself and have no one to impress. 3 they retain too much information about you to end the friendship. I can honestly say there are few who know me like my bestie. She has walked my road of disaster behind me, collecting all the pieces I have left behind while I stumble around in life trying to figure my crap out. She is much. By her oldest. Do you see the irony in this?
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The former fashionista: March 2012
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When style met motherhood. Saturday, 17 March 2012. Reap" what we sow. Today I write from a very different side of myself. With everything that I write, I try to come from a place of humor, happiness and laughter. Today, this conversation takes a different turn. This is my story. My rapist, doesn't think he's a rapist. My rapist thinks it's funny that he got away with it. My rapist told me to my face that it didn't happen, that what I accused him of wasn't the truth. I ask for it? By the end of this nigh...
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