You’ll Never Be Entirely Ready …

“You’ll never be entirely ready, but you just have to bring them along for the ride.”

I saw this in the May 2013 issue of Real Simple magazine. It has always been my philosophy on having children.

Ziti and I were young-ish when we had Stelline. I was 19 and he was 20. So we weren’t like 15 or anything completely frightening like that. However, in most peoples eyes we were “young”.

Was it easy to have a newborn at that age? No. Poor Ziti worked full-time and went to college full-time. He worked his tail off for us! I stayed home and tried to figure out what the heck I was supposed to do with this little person that relied on me for everything! Meanwhile, the apartment looked like poo because I couldn’t wrap my brain around exactly how I was supposed to say, wash the dishes.

Stelline is a calm, loving, laid back girl. She would sit and play with her toys for hours and be perfectly content. She did like to chew on a window sill every now and again, but it could have been worse. It is a miracle that amongst what felt like chaos to me, she was able to become the easy going person that she is today.

Let’s fast forward 11 years. Ziti and I decide that we want another child. We’ve had a baby. We know what this is all about. We’ve got this!

Yeah that’s funny. Little Miss Gigli plays with everything but her toys. She enjoys trips to the ER. She mimics everything we do. She says everything (and I mean everything!!!) we say. She tries running before she’s completely learned how to walk. She is a handful! She has me shouting things such as, “Don’t stand on the ball!!!” She gives us panic attacks nearly 47 times a day but we all (Ziti, Stelline, and myself) love her to pieces!

Basically … you’ll never be ready. And I understand that when people say “ready” they most likely mean the financial aspect of having a baby. My advice?  Nurse (if you are able to) for as long as you can. Buy diapers in bulk. Don’t get the silly unnecessary baby items. All a baby really needs is some clothes, diapers, a place to sleep, and a whole bunch of love!

My Babies

My Babies, Stelline and Little Miss Gigli



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Things I never thought I’d do … until I became a mom.

  • Eat a slobbered filled Lil’ Crunchie all because the baby wanted to feed it to me
  • Stub 3 of my toes (yes, 3!) and yell out “AAAhhh blahblahblah!!” and have the baby laugh at me. Which resulted in me laughing as well. Seriously … who laughs when they stub their toe(s)?!
  • Dance to the Bee Gees “Stayin’ Alive” with my girls
  • Say “No!” 73 times in one day
  • Volunteer to be a part of the PTA. What?! I’m a PTA mom!?
  • Take a stick to the face Image
  • Watch and sing along to Blues Clues, Dora the Explorer, and even annoying Elmo’s World … just about every morning. Side note: Elmo totally hijacked Sesame Street and it’s not cool.
  • Not vomit while changing a poopy diaper
  • Not vomit while cleaning up scraped knees and all sorts of other gross booboo’s
  • Not vomit while cleaning up vomit
  • Be excited to make smores!! Trust me … this is my excited face.Image

I love being a mama! These two girls are truly the greatest kids in the world! I’ll clean up all the poop and vomit that I have to if it means I get to be their mom.