It’s a bit messy…so what?!

Little Miss Gigli is napping. There is SO much to do around the house. Laundry is overflowing. Bathrooms need cleaned. The lawn needs mowed. The list goes on and on. I look around and feel completely overwhelmed by the fact that there just isn’t enough time to get it all done.

Then I look at Little Miss Gigli’s messy playroom…


…and the shoes by the front door.


And instead of seeing a mess, I see beauty.

I see Little Miss Gigli’s imagination at work in her playroom. I see both of my girls going out for adventures in those shoes. I see their childhood.

It’s moments like these that things start to shift into perspective for me. One day, Ziti and I will have a disgustingly clean, immaculate house because the girls will be out with their friends. Going off to college. Starting families of their own.

One day, I will not be tripping over Dusty the Airplane in the middle of the floor. One day, I will miss it.


Note: Dusty is also a Lego. Super painful.


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 faceĀ 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.