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I'm Kate - and I'm passionate about making your motherhood amazing! Whether that's changing your mindset or your living space, I want you to have a wonderful life - because I believe you deserve it.

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Tip for all my fellow breastfeeding mamas - if you

Tip for all my fellow breastfeeding mamas - if you use a Haakaa (@haakaausa), a mug will help support it and keep it from spilling everywhere when it’s full.

I tend to nurse my baby on my bed, but I had to sacrifice my nightstand for her bassinet - and the wire shelf I put up to hold my things isn’t something I want to put a full Haakaa on. This solves the problem while I cuddle a sleepy and/or milkdrunk baby and makes me a lot less likely to cry over spilled milk.

After a week of rain, we desperately needed some ☀️! Today is one of those days where you can feel spring is close, so we went to the zoo.

Fresh air and exercise is good for the soul! I feel so relaxed now. Have you gotten to enjoy any nice weather yet?

We get snow every winter, but many years it’s a

We get snow every winter, but many years it’s a sparse dusting here and there. Every few years we get a good dumping of snow and this was one of those years.

I had great fun taking my toddler out for her first real experience with snow. We looked at animal tracks in the snow - where rabbits hopped, squirrels apparently leaped and flailed, and our own dogs trudged and leaped through it. And she had fun falling in it - occasionally on accident, mostly on purpose.

I think one of the best parts of being a mom is seeing your child explore new, fun things. I really enjoyed seeing her excitement. Swipe to see her favorite part!

Hopefully in the next couple of years, we’ll get another good snow year and get to introduce her little sister to it as well.

Have you gotten to play in the snow this year? Tell me about it!

Sometimes, parenting looks like sweet snuggles wit

Sometimes, parenting looks like sweet snuggles with sleepy babies, and it’s terrific.

Sometimes, parenting looks like getting thrown up on, stripping everything off the bed while your husband supervises a bath, and then playing dinosaurs and having a roaring contest with your toddler on your unmade bed. And honestly? It can still be pretty good.

(don’t get me wrong, I would have happily skipped the getting thrown up on part, but her handing me a dinosaur to play with was pretty adorable)

A year ago, I was wearing a size 8. I weighed less

A year ago, I was wearing a size 8. I weighed less than I have since my freshman year of college. I felt awesome.

Then the pandemic hit and I relieved stress by baking - like many people, I gained the “quarantine fifteen.” Before I could get to work doing anything about it, I found out I was pregnant.

Now, I’m here in size 12 jeans, three weeks postpartum, knowing my body well enough to know I’m not likely to go down any more right now. But this doesn’t bother me. I choose not to let it.

My worth is so much more than the number on a tag. I have given birth to two amazing little girls, and I want them to learn to love and respect themselves, and in order for them to learn that, they need to see it modeled by me.

I’m confident that in the future, I can drop some of this weight. When I am not trying to eat everything in sight (thanks, breastfeeding!) and am able to exercise - get outside for walks and hikes and let my girls enjoy fresh spring air - I’m confident I can get my body back to where it was. But if I don’t? I’m still confident in who I am - curves and all. I will love my body and treat her well because she has allowed me to do marvelous things.

Your worth is so much more than the number on the tag or the number on the scale. Value yourself for the traits that make you who you are. Value your body for what it allows you to do. Focus on being healthy, not what number is on the tag. Wear clothing that fits you where you’re at right now and makes you feel good about yourself. You deserve that.

This weekend, we added a new member to our family.

This weekend, we added a new member to our family.

It was quite the experience - I woke up having contractions at 5:30 AM Saturday. I had contractions all day long that finally settled into every 3-4 minutes at 8 PM. We went to the hospital but despite contractions every three minutes, I was only at a 2 and wasn’t progressing. So we went home and I tried to get comfortable. I got in the tub around 2 AM and would doze for brief seconds between contractions. When the hot water ran out I’d turn it off until the water heater had time to warm up some more. But around 4:30, I began to have intense contractions - wave after wave. They were relentless, with no breaks. I sat in the cooling water and screamed. I knew I had to get out of the tub, and as soon as one ended I managed to shove myself out. I clutched the counter and screamed through the next few. I managed to pull a shirt over my head but that was all I could do. My husband woke up and found me, wet, half-naked, constantly in pain. I told him we needed to leave and he helped me get dressed and managed to get me to the car. I honestly wondered if I was making the right choice or if I needed an ambulance.

Made it to the hospital and he got me inside. They got me into triage and told me I was only a 3-4. Still having constant contractions. Did I want to try walking? I knew I physically couldn’t walk. I told them I needed an epidural.

All the months - since before I was pregnant - that I had wanted a natural birth flew out the window. Knowing it could be hours and hours of constant pain, being exhausted already, I did what I needed for my health. It still took a couple hours to get my epidural, and it was honestly the most pain I’ve ever been in.

From there though, things went smoothly, and I got to enjoy being mentally present for my daughter’s birth. It was the best gift I could have given myself.

Now - we’re home, we’re exhausted, we’re adjusting to our new life - and I’m so grateful for it. I just keep marveling at the fact I have two little girls now!

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