Little Man Turns 2

I’m not one to get super emotional. And when it comes to my kids getting older, I may get sentimental, but overall I love watching them grow up, learn new things and discover the world.

I certainly can’t believe that Little Man is 2 years old but I’m thrilled nonetheless.

We celebrated his birthday this past weekend with a PJs and Pancakes party. This party theme was 3-fold…

  1. Little Man loves pancakes
  2. Wearing pjs means I don’t have to put near as much time and energy into my appearance for said party
  3. It was a breakfast party which meant it didn’t interfere with nap time. <—-winning

After his 1st birthday I swore I’d go simpler for future birthday parties. Well, that was a nice thought. It really was. But completely unattainable for this loves-to-be-the-hostess-party-planning momma.

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Not gonna lie…got the idea for the food spread and kraft paper tabletop art from Pinterest.

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Mmmm….cake. That is, indeed, a cake.

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Little Man in his personalized pancake party pajamas. Because, why not?

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Happy Birthday Little Man!!

Until next time Mommas πŸ™‚

~ entrepreneurmomma

Mompreneur Tale: Volume 2

It’s been a while since my last, an inaugural, Mompreneur Tale post. What I’m about to tell you happened a few weeks ago but it’s a great tale to tell, nonetheless.

Baby Girl, thankfully, is still little enough to be able to tag along with me to meetings sometimes. She’s content in her stroller and takes a bottle easily – this makes things easy when childcare plans don’t always pan out.

I had an afternoon of planned site visits with a mother-of-the-bride. Now, I’ll stop here for a moment. I always PREFER to be childless when meeting with clients for the sake of professionalism, no distractions, etc. But, in this case, I just didn’t have a choice. Plus, I’ve worked with this mother-of-the-bride before on her other daughter’s wedding a couple of years ago and she’s just wonderful. She loved having Baby Girl tag along.

I should also note that Baby Girl is to the point where she only poops once every 2-3 days. Furthermore, I can’t ever smell it and she doesn’t really have any typical “baby poop behavior” to alert me that a diaper change is in order LOL. Do you see where I’m going with this? Of course you do. I’ll continue…

Through 4 venues and car rides in between, Baby Girl stayed in her car seat and was just clicked in and out of her car base and stroller. I squeezed in a bottle feeding during this outing too. At the very end of our last site visit I decided to give her a little break from the car seat so I pick her up. Immediately, I felt it: poop blow out!!! It was on her shirt. It was on her pants. It was now on my arm.

Now I did what any professional woman would do in this scenario. I pretended the poop wasn’t there and I held her in a way that nobody could see the poop. So, while my client and the venue coordinator fawned over Baby Girl’s cuteness I was fiercely and speedily working out a plan in my head to get her back into her car seat without anybody seeing the poop all over her back side or the poop on my arm for that matter. Don’t ask me how I did it. I’m not even sure, if I’m being honest. But, somehow, I did it.

I finally ended up back at my car in the parking lot. My client was standing right there as we were discussing some details. I had no choice…Baby Girl needed a diaper change…BADLY!! I apologized to my client for having to do this but I was going to have to change this nasty diaper in front of her while we talk. She, of course, was just precious and totally understanding. After all, she is a mom herself πŸ™‚

This diaper, you guys!! Let’s just say I kept my cool but I was going through an obscene amount of baby wipes and I had to take off all her clothes. It was bad. Like, really bad! All the while, I’m talking caterers and color scheming over my shoulder with my client.

This was just…one of those days!

To top it all off, Baby Girl had to ride home in the buff. At least her pretty headband managed to not get any poop on it. At least there’s that.

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This was a Mompreneur Tale for the books! I’m just thankful for wonderful clients who love having my babies around.

Until next time Mommas πŸ™‚

~entrepreneurmomma

Behind the Scenes

This morning I made a post on social media showcasing my master multi-tasking capabilities. While the actual act of the said multi-tasking was real (submitting my company payroll report while simultaneously cooking Little Man’s breakfast), it dawned on me how misleading social media can be and how I am so guilty of posting things that make it look like I have it all together – things that make me appear to be some unicorn version of a wife/mom/business owner/domestic engineer who has every aspect of her life running so smoothly and according to plan. In reality, nothing could be farther from the truth.

So, here’s the ugly truth….

  • My office is a disaster area!! It’s been so messy for so long that I’m simply overwhelmed at the thought of cleaning/organizing it. So, I just ignore it instead and beg every guest in my home to just not look as they walk past.
  • I’m on week 3 of a consistent workout routine and it’s painfully obvious how out of shape I am. I have such a long way to go and I get easily discouraged because of that. I remember the days, sadly it was long before kids, when I was going to the gym 4+ times a week and having a blast doing spin classes, yoga classes and such. There’s no way I could make it 10 minutes in a spin class right now.
  • I drink too much diet coke.
  • My kitchen floors have not been cleaned since 2015. Gross!
  • I have no idea what I’m making for dinner tonight. 3 hours and counting to figure it out.
  • I’ve procrastinated on my 2016 revenue/expense reporting for my business. As in, I haven’t done any of it yet! I’ve got a long project ahead of me whenever I get the motivation and energy to tackle that.

…just to name a few.

I’m not perfect. I’m enormously imperfect.

My hope is always to be better in my business, at home, as a wife and as a mom. Every day is a new day to make the decision to try to be better. Some days I do better than others. As of this moment, my office is still a mess, I got my workout in, I drank too much diet coke for today, kitchen floors are still dirty, I’m about to make plans for dinner and the business accounting stuff is pushed to another day – so, today is just so-so.

Until next time Mommas πŸ™‚

~entrepreneurmomma

I’m THAT Mom!

I had my first, very distinct, “I’m THAT mom!” experience. And, to be honest, I should have known better. I did know better. But I ignored my mom gut and did it anyway and paid the price.

I’ll paint you a picture…

It’s the Tuesday after a very long and busy July 4th weekend. We’ve been all over God’s green earth in the preceding 3 days visiting family, swimming, going to church, you name it. We’ve had late bedtimes, naps cut short and this is our first day back to normal. But we still have Noni and Grandpa in town for one last day so I opt to take myself along with both kids to lunch with Noni. What I knew was not smart was planning a late lunch. Little Man normally eats lunch at 11:30 and is down for his one LONG nap by Noon. But this lunch was planned for 12:15. <—gut check #1: IGNORED. He’s already operating on sleep deficit from the previous few days activities which included going to bed 2 hours late the night before and not sleeping in past his normal wake time at all <—gut check #2: IGNORED. Baby Girl normally eats around 11am and would normally be going down for a nap by 12:15/12:30 <—gut check #3: IGNORED. The Husband is back to work on this day so I’m flying solo <—gut check #4: IGNORED.

I’m sure you get the idea: this did NOT go well!!!

Halfway through his lunch (thankfully I had finished eating) it started. Commence: Epic Meltdown! He just lost it. I tried for a few minutes to get him to calm down but that effort was futile. I opted to take him outside and leave Baby Girl, who is perfectly content at the moment, in the restaurant with Noni and my sister (who also has her own infant, by the way). Little Man calmed down after a bit of walking outside, but, it was obvious, he was soooo tired. He was basically trying to drag me to the car in an effort to get home as fast as possible so he could sleep. Simply walking towards the restaurant entrance resulted in another meltdown but my other child and my purse were in there so I had to power through. LOL.

Upon getting inside I see my sister holding and bouncing my screaming/crying Baby Girl. Oy! And Little Man is still crying. Serenity now!

So, I approached the table and said “Ok, we’re done!”. I grabbed my purse and with some help from my sister and Noni I was out the door with 2 screaming children as quickly as I possibly could get there.

I can now confidently say that I’ve been both THAT mom and the patron at the next table in this type of scenario. And I can also confidently say that both of them suck. Yes I can relate to being the mom with screaming kids who just wants to eat her lunch. I can sympathize and I know other moms can agree on that. But, I also don’t want to ruin somebody else’s lunch. I’ve had my lunch ruined by screaming children before. So, we just left and it was the right choice.

Little Man came home and crashed for a solid 3.25 hours and he went to bed at 7:30 (bedtime) and fell right asleep!

Lesson learned: follow the Momma gut!! Always. Follow. The. Momma. Gut.

Live and learn! Live. And. Learn.

Until next time Mommas πŸ™‚

~entrepreneurmomma

Finding My Way Back…

I’ve been on “maternity leave” for almost 10 weeks now. I put the term maternity leave in quotations because being an entrepreneur doesn’t really grant you all of the perks that one might want or expect. Business has continued, thanks to my amazing team!! But, I still have to stay on top of the office stuff like payroll, emails, balancing the business account, etc. all while taking care of 2 kids under 2.

This weekend, I’ll be back to work at a wedding. While I’m not working the whole day because my staff has EVERYTHING covered, the few hours I’ll be on-site requires quite a bit of planning. Primarily, my extreme hatred of pumping means I’m working my hours around Baby Girl’s feeding times – thank goodness for an eating schedule that keeps me sane!!!!

So, I’ll pump once before I leave the house so The Husband will have a bottle to feed her while I’m gone and I’ll be back by the time she’s due to eat again. I’ll help with dinner and bedtime and then I’ll go back to the wedding to work a few hours during the reception.

Yes – I hate pumping! Although, I’ve somehow still ended up with over 600oz of pumped milk in my freezer. LOL

I’m really excited about this wedding. It’s a bride I’ve been working with for over a year. She and her mom were so gracious and understanding when I found out I was pregnant late last summer. My due date meant I would not be able to commit to being available for their wedding day and I’d have to hand off the planning torch to one of my staff to take over once baby came. They were so great about the whole arrangement and things have gone so well. My Associate Consultant, Whitney, has just killed it!!! So many fun things in store for this wedding and I’m so excited it’s going to work out for me to be there at least for the few hours that I can to see everything come together.

I’d like to dream more about this wedding at the moment but I can’t because Little Man is desperate to go play outside and I’ve got laundry to fold. How can I do both at the same time, you might say? Well, that’s because I have no shame folding my laundry on the driveway…underwear and all. Multitasking at it’s finest.

I also need to meal plan for the week and find time to get to the grocery store today. But that will have to come later…

Until next time Mommas πŸ™‚

~entrepreneurmomma

Baby Girl’s Birth Story

Since becoming a mommy I’ve become somewhat obsessed with reading other women’s birth stories. I think it’s worth the time and energy to write down your baby’s story soon after birth to document all the happenings, details and emotions when they are fresh in your mind.

So, here is the birth story of Baby Girl!

Tuesday, March 29th

I went in for my 40 week appointment. For the first time in this entire pregnancy, I had high blood pressure. So, after getting my exam (which I hadn’t made any progress beyond my 2cm and 60%ish effaced), I was sent up to labor and delivery to get a non-stress test and submit a urine sample to test for preeclampsia. All too familiar for me since I was preeclamptic with Little Man. Fortunately, this time around, everything came back okay and I was sent home. But not before discussing a plan for induction since I was at my due date. We agreed to come back on Thursday, March 31st at 6pm for the induction. Although, I was secretly hoping Baby Girl would come on her own before then.

Thursday, March 31st

At 12:40am my water broke!! I had to wake up The Husband who had literally JUST fallen asleep about 10 minutes prior. We called over the in-laws to stay home with Little Man while The Husband and I headed to the hospital. Contractions started immediately and were about 3-4 minutes apart the whole way to the hospital but they weren’t super painful…just uncomfortable.

We arrived to the hospital at 2:30 and got settled in. Now, this was a stormy night and Labor & Delivery was packed full!!! Gotta love what the barometric pressure does to women to throw them all into labor at the same time. So, we got the dinky small delivery room. LOL.

The midwife on shift had her hands full. It was probably about an hour or so before she was able to come in and check me. By the time she did I was dilated to a 5 and the contractions were still about 3ish minutes apart but were increasing in intensity.

Labor progressed naturally and swiftly after that. By 5:30am the contractions were extremely intense and I knew I was in transitional labor. I asked to be checked again and she said I was a solid 9cm. Not 1 or 2 contractions later I had the urge to push.

Now, with Little Man, I pushed for TWO HOURS!!!! So, to say I was nervous to start this phase of the labor process would be an understatement. But all I can say was this midwife was AMAZING!! She gave me specific instructions on how and in what position to push to ease her out. I only had to push for 23 minutes this time! Glory, glory hallelujah!

What I was not prepared for was how big Baby Girl would be :-/ The pushing was certainly more painful this time around and when they weighed her it all made sense. 9 pounds 12 ounces!!!

Baby Girl: Sydney Joyce Scott was born at 6:31am on Thursday, March 31st

Now, The Husband likes to brag that I did an all natural labor with no epidural. He usually leads with that information any time he tells anybody about either of my births. But, all births are beautiful and every mom should be praised for the hard work and energy it takes to birth a child…drugs or no drugs!

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Welcome to the world Baby Girl!

Until next time Mommas πŸ™‚

~entrepreneurmomma