Hullo, Harry.

I am unashamed to admit I went to see One Direction on Tuesday night at Lincoln Financial Field.

The seats were amazing. Like, eleven people were between Harry Styles  [when he was on the catwalk] & me amazing.

This photo was taken on from my seat, but they were on the B stage, so there were many many people between Harry & me when I took this. I’d like to thank my camera’s zoom. I’m so so proud of this photo. The untouched one I put on my instagram account. This one I’ve played with the coloring a little. I am in love.

I’m Nervous

Things have been hectic around here.

I mean, when aren’t they? But things have been especially hectic lately.

That? Would be the truck M bought last Friday. [Say ‘Hi!’ to Chef Nate, everyone.]

Part of me feels like I want to puke, because honestly? This is happening a lot faster than I thought it would. Logically, I know my husband is basically miserable in his restaurant job. I know he loves restaurants, but hates the hours. I know he’s doing this for us, because he wants to provide an amazing future. I just wish I weren’t so damn nervous about the whole thing.

And yes, I get it. Let go & let God. I have faith that this will all work out. I’m just a wreck.

It’s okay. It will be great.

Presenting: Wildwich. Go, read the menu. It’s great food. Follow them on twitter & on Facebook. And look for the truck in Wilmington this summer. You won’t regret it.


I just want you to know, I did not sign up for this.

I did not sign up for a five year old who loves school so much he barely gave me a hug on his first day. I did not sign up for a kid who loves riding the bus more than having his Mommy drive him to school & gets disappointed when the latter happens. I didn’t sign up for a kid who is as bright as this one is. I didn’t sign up for eye rolls & exasperation & the ‘duh, mom!’ tone of voice. I didn’t sign up for a kid who is nearly as big as me already & sometimes ignores me when I call his name because he’s embarrassed. I certainly didn’t sign up to be a soccer mom.

soccer mom

But I did sign up for hugs & ‘I love you, Mommy!’ & snuggles before bedtime & kisses & ‘You’re so silly!’ I signed up for ‘break me’ hugs & noses & eyes & reading all the books ever. I signed up for a boy who loves to learn more than I ever did. I signed up to raise boys into men with the help of my husband.

I signed up for this because I always knew I wanted to be a mommy.


I definitely signed up for that smile & those eyes & that personality.