Naked and Afraid.

I felt the title was appropriate because that is exactly what I am right now.  Except I’m in a robe.

Why am I afraid?  Plain and simple, I’m afraid of the unknown.  I’m afraid for my child’s future.  I’m afraid for my friends and family.  I’m afraid for this country.

Now, it doesn’t matter who was elected president, the hate would have still been there regardless of the outcome and it would probably be just as bad as it is now, if not worse, if the other party won.  I’m not generalizing, it’s not everyone but there are a lot of people right now who have gone absolutely batshit crazy over the outcome of this election on both sides which is why I know it would have been the same if the results were flipped.

I really try to keep peace and promote love and happiness, but it is becoming exceedingly difficult to do so when I see violent protests from those who didn’t “win” and downright racist and bigoted comments, gestures, and actions from those who drank the spiked punch at the Trump rallies.  I find it difficult to believe if Hillary won we wouldn’t have seen any of this, either.  The ones who supported Trump based on racism and hate [not the ones who educated themselves on his plans] would have been rioting and spouting the same hate filled comments, gestures, and actions while select Hillary supporters would have been rubbing their victory in the wrong person’s face.  I’ve had family and friends attacked verbally and physically.  How am I supposed to promote happiness when we are surrounded in such hate?  I’m so sad.

The crazies seem to be coming out in large numbers and it scares me to think they have been there filled with so much hate for so long.  It’s like these ‘Americans’ are our new terrorist threats.  Our own ‘people’.  We made that.  This country made that.  How did WE let it get this bad?

One thing I can think of is we aren’t doing our jobs at home.  There’s not much we can do right now to show these damaged people the way, but they surely need help and I pray that they either find the way or are stopped by the law.  What we CAN do is prevent this disgusting show from ever happening again.  How?  We need to raise our children to love each other regardless of color, birth country, religion, sexual orientation, disability, or any other “difference” they may have.  EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT.  EVERYONE IS UNIQUE.  EVERYONE IS BEAUTIFUL.  We need to raise our children to respect our country and our laws.  They need to respect authority figures.  They also need to know their rights and how to get their voices heard in a respectful but powerful way, not through bullying, name calling, and violence.

While I cry about the crumbling of people I call “fellow Americans” and figure out how to continue to promote love and happiness I will make sure that I pay extra attention to ensure my son grows up to love and respect all.  I will also take extra care in those children who surround me and my family and make sure that they see only love and respect flow from my words and actions and be an example of the good this country (and world) so desperately needs.  We need to fix the future for our children.  We need to be the change.

Please, stop the violence.  Our children need to see that this country is great and can do great things.  Right now, the future looks dim but complaining doesn’t fix a damn thing.  DO SOMETHING.

EDIT…I have friends and family who have voted in both directions and I support their decisions and respect them for it.  This is not response to the entirety of either party.  These acts are being committed by a small percentage of the supporters on either side but I don’t think anyone realized how deranged people could get over an upset or a victory.



Holy Sick!

Why is it that a few days after I complete graduate school and have plans to do ALL THE THINGS do I get ridiculously sick and it lingers for going on 2 weeks…

Our little mini vacation was filled with sickness.

Once I feel better I’ll be posting so much you’ll hate me.  LOL.  For now, I’m going to go die in a corner shivering and coughing :/

Postpartum Hair Loss

It’s real.  When Joey was about 4 months old, all my luscious hair decided it wanted to fall out all at once. Probably because of my hormones trying to revert to normal as quick as humanly possible.  I cut my hair short and within a week my hair started falling out and I had many bald patches.  This is what the regrowth looks like a year and 3 months later.  No, I never got bangs.  This is some of the bald spots growing back.  In fact, more than half my hair is this length while the rest is 6 inches longer which is why my hair is almost always in a pony.  I need to find some time and moola to start the “evening out” process until my hair is all one length.  It’s just as awful as growing out a pixie except from being bald in random places for a few months.  Also have to find a new salon since I’m 2 hours from my favorite stylist ever 😐
If you have any tips on how to speed up the regrowth after I finally take care of this mop with a fresh cut, I’m all ears.  My biggest hit to self confidence after the baby (appearance wise) was definitely the dramatic and unexpected hair loss.  


Here’s what it looked like when it first started falling out.  It only got worse from here:

Guess who’s back?!

Bless me WordPress, for I have sinned.  It has been about 6 months and 27 days since my last blog post, stay tuned for what’s happened since.

First, this isn’t just a tease and I’m going to leave you again for 6 months.  How can I know this for sure?  Because I am OFFICIALLY finished with graduate school!!  (Wait, what?!) Yes, FINISHED!  The ending was lackluster…it literally just ended and that was it. No fireworks, no confetti, no parade.  Nothing.  Now I just have to anxiously await my grades that should be available on Friday.

There has been a ton that happened since Joey turned 1 so I am planning a couple small-medium sized posts throughout the next week or so to catch up probably along with some ranting posts and funny posts.  How a child learns and grows is amazing and it makes me absolutely certain that you must start early and show your child with your example how to be a decent human being and learn to love others and have an inquisitive mind.  He kept with the sign language and he’s verbalizing and signing full thoughts now so expect to see a love letter -type post about baby sign language.

To keep you engaged I’m going to tease you with a couple pictures from 1 to 1.5 and I’ll have updated stats from his next well visit for you this week 🙂  If there is anything you’d like me to write about, or if one of the pictures makes you wonder “what in the?” or “how was that experience” drop me a note and I’ll be sure to write a post about it for you – I need help getting ideas together anyways since I have almost a 7 month catch up to do now!

I also need to play catch up with those I’m subscribed to.  Bear with me as I get back into the swing of things – I’m working through ideas to get this space better than it was.

Joey turns 1

Holy cow it’s been a year.  I’ll write a full developmental post tomorrow but I wanted to share some fun events from the last month.

He now has 7 teeth, 5 cut in the last 3 weeks with the most recent cutting just a few hours before his birthday.

He is walking like a champ and even runs a tad!  He’s walking more than crawling and even mastered walking in shoes.

He’s always talking, always asking what things are, and now can associate signs to actions.  

His appetite for solid food has drastically increased and he is actually weaning himself off the bottle.  We will be trying milk later today to see how he does with it in the sippy cup.  I’m going to try to limit bottles to morning and night only and then eventually just night only and after that we will try to cut it out completely…I’ll follow his lead, though.

Some of his favorite solid foods to eat are spaghetti, chicken, string cheese, peas, corn, yogurt, and pickles.  Not a huge fan of sweet foods like his mama, but I am not complaining!

He is learning so much so quick it is hard to keep up!

Here’s some pictures over the last couple weeks and his birthday party! (These are posting out of order so I’ll fix that tomorrow)


Baby Joey – 11 months old!

How can it be that we’re in the final month of his first year?  They say it goes by so fast and I can confirm that we just came home from the hospital and I blinked and now have an 11 month old.  It’s insane.

This month has been insane.  Still only have 2 bottom teeth but there are 4 on the top and one more on the bottom that are so close…I hope they all come at once so he doesn’t have to keep dealing with the pain of breaking teeth.

He’s completely independent when it comes to meal time.  He wants to eat what we eat, and boy does he eat.  He’s come so far with meal time just in the last 2 weeks…I’m impressed.  He also tries and keeps trying much more than if I were to try to feed him.  He is quite adventurous when it comes to food.

Also, are you sitting for this one?  Because you should be.  He started walking this week.  (WAIT, WHAT?!) Yes.  Walking.  He takes up to a dozen steps at a time now.  If he is calm and does it on his own he is really REALLY good…when I call him he gets super excited and runs and usually falls on the 6th or 7th step.  But it is all he wants to do now is keep on trying, he has no fear even when he tumbles.  He’s going to be running by his birthday.  I can’t believe I have a walking baby.

He’s also very talkative and has expanded his verbal communication yet again.  His words last month included: mama, dada, baba, gaga, nana (no) and have expanded this month to include: poppop, anna (Illiana, his favorite teacher), and dat (while pointing…meaning “what’s that?”).  It sounded like he said wawa the other day but I am not going to count that until he repeats it again and uses it correctly so for now our count is officially 8 words at 11 months old.  Crazy.

He absolutely loves his signing dvds.  He can care less about what is going on inside the TV unless there is a signing dvd on.

He loves dancing.  Play some music and he bounces.  It’s hilarious.

I can’t believe my little starfish walker is 11 months old… I can’t wait to see how much he develops in this last month of his first year.  My baby boy is getting so big!!