Witch Better Have My Candy 

In honor of the Eve of Halloween, I thought I’d share with you a festive cocktail recipe and special treat I’m making for my brother in law’s 30th birthday party.  His birthday is on Saturday & my sister has a big UK themed BBQ planned.. there’s even going to be a costume party and scavenger hunt for the kids!

witches brew cocktail recipe

A blue witches brew would blend seamlessly into her UK theme, while still being a little spooky & of course with a martini you’d add the ingredients to a shaker filled with ice first, then pour into the glass (2 points if you can find a plastic one for around kids!). I plan on taking my brother-in-law’s favorite no bake cookies with us! I just followed this recipe…super easy and quick!


Since my DIY Halloween costume was a complete bust–Rhett was going to be an Indian chief, but it turns out that there is a damn good reason headdresses aren’t made that small!– so we decided to go as a family of bank robbers.  If I had more time to order it, I would have bought this sweatshirt, a witches hat from the dollar spot, and taken the witches brew & been all set!  Instead I’ll wear a striped shirt, gloves and take a bottle of 19 crimes. Can’t win them all, haha!



Happy Halloweekend!


#tbt x2

As I typed the story of Rhett’s birth last week, I couldn’t help but think how different, or similar, Danny’s version would be..& we all know the truth lies somewhere in the middle, haha!  So I thought it’d be fun if he told me his version (before I read him mine) to see how they compare & to get a first-time dad’s rundown of the whole thing too.  Here’s his story as I type it…

 It’s midnight on Sunday night & we were watching a movie..  I doze off a little bit, but Ashton wakes me up a few minutes later.

ASHTON: I think my water broke.
DANNY: What do you mean you think your water broke?
A: I don’t know, I’m not sure, it feels like I peed my pants.
D: We’re going to the doctor.
A: Well I don’t want to go if it’s not really happening.

So I call the doctor’s office and the recording specifically says, “if your water broke or if you think your water broke, go to the hospital”.  I tell Ashton we’re going.  She showers and changes her clothes, we get the bags in the car and Ashton, of course, is making sure we have everything we need.  Before I bring the last bag down, I go to the bathroom and throw up. I’m not sure why, I suppose I was nervous and scared.. But I came down with the last bag and see Ashton standing in the kitchen waiting for me.

A: Are you okay?
D: Yeah, I’m good. Do we have everything?
A: I think so, but they’re just going to send us back home so it’s all good. Are you sure you’re okay?
D: I’m alright, let’s go.

It meant a lot to me that even though Ashton was the one in labor, she was still worried about me (knowing I had just thrown up). So we drive to the hospital.. it’s nothing like the movies where you drive 100mph to the hospital & rush through the doors saying, “she’s in labor!!” with the lady screaming.. We parked in the lot just like any other time and walked in to the receptionist. Ashton tells her she thinks she might be in labor and her water broke.  The lady responds, “okay we’ll get you checked in and see”.  It couldn’t have been much more than 90 seconds when the nurse came through the doors to get us.

She hands Ashton a gown to change into and tells her to take everything off except her bra.  I remember it being extremely hot in the room, maybe it was me? Who knows.  Of course we can’t figure out how to snap the gown together.. so I went to the nurses station to ask for help and tell her, “we can’t figure out how to get the damn thing on”.  Once that issue was resolved, we had to wait. Our time in that temporary room was the longest and worst because I was still unsure if Ashton was in labor.  It felt like we were in there for an hour, when in all reality it was probably only 15 minutes.  Our nurse who ended up being with us the whole night came in to check the fluid and confirmed that it really was Ashton’s water breaking.  So the nurse straps on these monitor things to Ashton’s belly and asks her some questions, puts an IV thing in her arm in case she needs quick pain relief.. This is where Ashton warns the nurse that I ask A LOT of questions, so she didn’t want her to take it personally. I just want to know what all is going on!

After the nurse was done, she walked us down the hall to a delivery room.  We get there and Ashton says, “oh can I have a room with a jacuzzi in it?”. The nurse nicely says, “no problem, but we’ll just have to wait for one to be cleaned.” So we had to walk all the way back down to the 100 degree room to wait some more. Ten minutes later, it was ready and we headed back again.. the nurse joked that we wouldn’t need to do any walking to help the labor process since we had just walked back and forth.. I thought that was funny.  By this time, Ashton is starting to be in pain and we walked really slow to the room; we had to stop a few times for her to breathe through contractions.

Once we got in the room, things seemed to speed up exponentially. Ashton was on the yoga ball and was shushing me because I was asking too many questions.. Like when the nurse said she was 7cm, I said “oh, so it’ll be a couple more hours?” which seemed to really piss Ashton off–but I didn’t know! After the nurse left, I asked Ash if I could take a nap..I was really tired, I don’t think I have ever pulled an all-nighter before. I honestly think she said yes so I couldn’t ask any more questions.

A little while later, our nurse came in with another nurse and said we’re getting close. The nurses kept whispering to each other and I thought it was weird they kept asking if the doctor had arrived yet.  I guess they had to call him multiple times to get him to come in.  By this point, Ashton was really close to starting to push, so the nurse put on her gloves and it looked like we were going to have to do it without the doc.  But finally he walked in.  Clearly, he was rushed and had a pretty shitty attitude.  He got Ashton in the right position and gown’d up. I was surprised he didn’t even say hello, so I said, “Good morning, doc” he responded with a quick “good morning”.  So Ashton starts pushing and in what felt like seconds, the doctor says “you can see his hair!” so I looked.. but I couldn’t tell what the hell I was looking at, haha. Next I noticed the doctor get a pair of scissors out, but I kept my mouth shut since I had already asked enough questions.  It wasn’t until later that I told Ashton (who was unaware) that she had to have an episiotomy.

So now Rhett was halfway out and he was all purple and blue and limp. Ashton is panicking asking why he isn’t crying, but the doctor says he’s fine he’s not out yet! Two seconds later, he was out and crying before I even have the chance to worry.  So the doctor calls me over to cut the cord and this is when it all becomes real.. there’s a baby and it’s alive and it’s crying and it’s ours.  Then I looked at Ashton and she was pale and shaking like crazy; I was worried something was wrong with her- honestly this was the only time I was worried the entire night.  I asked the nurse multiple times if that was normal and if she was okay, the nurse said,
“yes it’s all the hormones in her body”.

After the doctor stitched Ashton up, he came around and said, “Congratulations, Dad” and for whatever reason, that meant a lot to me.  I guess it was the realization that we now have a baby and I was his father.  In what seemed like just a few minutes, but really was a few hours–we had Rhett. We laughed when we saw his red hair and wondered what our families would think about that. I can’t even explain the joy and happiness a guy can feel at this point.  I was on cloud nine.  And I was so proud of Ashton; she did a great job especially without an epidural.  All we could do was smile and cry & be amazed at our own little human, right in front of us.

Pretty much the same, yes? Haha I completely forgot about not getting the gown snapped together and the delivery room situation.  Can you believe Danny had never pulled an all-nighter before?! When he said that I didn’t believe him either! So that’s the night we became parents.. I can’t imagine how it will go next time around, especially with a big brother in the mix!


The Nursing Mama

If you are one who has chosen to breastfeed baby, once you deliver said child, you have opened the doors to one of the most sentimental and difficult things you’ll do with him or her. Nursing is the most natural of ways to feed an infant and yet it feels so unnatural in the beginning.   It’s hard to think back to the first few weeks of nursing with Rhett, and I’d say I had it easy.  There are other mamas who certainly have had it worse and pushed through, for the sake of their child.  You and baby are both trying to figure out what to do, how to position yourselves, how many pillows you need stuffed in what places etc. and it hurts. I don’t mean to scare you, but it huuurts. and it makes you feel like this is the most outrageous of things to be doing. But after those first few weeks, you both get accustomed to it and I can honestly say you’ll enjoy it.  It is precious time you get to spend with your little one, without a single distraction.  He or she will look you directly in the eye and you’ll smile, knowing that you made it there together.  Your boobs will never be the same, but then again what else will?  Before you were not a mom and now you are a mom.  That means something! And it should be celebrated.   So today I have for you the holy grail of nursing mama’s necessities.. the things you don’t know why you need until you’re in the thick of it!

nursing mama necessities

tank| These from Forever 21 I wear under practically everything because I don’t always wear “nursing friendly” shirts.  So they cover my belly when I pull my shirt up & they are super cheap!

nursing cover| I use this when I nurse in public and we also use it for a car seat cover to keep wandering eyes & hands from baby.

leggings| I don’t own this pair, but I do have a very similar pair of leggings that I love.  I have only heard great reviews of this brand, so I will definitely get them the next time I’m pregnant–dual purpose!  They’ll help smooth out your postpartum midsection & also cover your belly while nursing, just like a tank.

pajamas| 2 things about pajamas; 1) easy access 2) something you don’t mind ruining.  You’ll wash this outfit as much as all the baby laundry you’re going through, so just buy something cheap and then you’ll feel less guilty when you have to throw it away.

nursing pads| These will help in the first couple months when leaking is at an all-time high..which will eventually stop; I promise! I used a couple different brands, but liked these best because they have two strips of adhesive, they are soft for your tenderness, and undetectable under your shirt.

bra| I also have two with under wire and a sports bra, but if I could go back and do it over, I’d buy three of these and forget the others.  It is the most comfortable bra I own and it has pads inside for 2x the coverage.

tee| This is my favorite tee, it’s super soft and stretchy and it makes me feel proud that I’m a mom! But it’s also a good idea to pack an extra shirt for mom in the diaper bag, too. (Size up on shirts that aren’t specifically for nursing!)

coconut oil| I mentioned this before, but I tried everything when I had cracked and tender nipples.. this worked quickest and the best, by far!! And you can use the left over for any of the 1000 uses once you’ve toughened up a little.

 I give this to you in the hopes that if I help you be prepared just a tiiiiiny bit more for reality, you’ll have the strength to stick with it. Because the long and the short of it is…You’ll wake up the first time they sleep through the night covered in milk and boobs as hard as bowling balls; baby will be screaming in public and you have to decide that their hunger is more important than if people judge you; they’ll unlatch and milk will spray everywhere.. probably even in your mouth; they’ll wrestle with you like a fighter–kicking their legs and moving their head back and forth and you’ll get frustrated; & just hearing another baby crying will make you leak through your bra and shirt.. but take a breath and remember:

You’ve got this, mama!