Last week I loaded up the car with a cooler, one suitcase and the babes and headed to Nashville. My youngest sister gets married in less than two months (!) and will be making the move to Nashville after the wedding so we decided to help her out with apartment tours. It’s hard to say no to a road trip when the guys have an away game so we decided to take advantage of being a 3 hour drive away from this fun city and hit the road.
blush pants. belt bag. eyelet sweater. floral sneaker. neck scarf. panama hat. white swimsuit. striped tee. white overalls. white pajamas. gingham flats. watch. white sundress.
It’s rare that two of my favorite stores have a Sale on new inventory at the same time but here we are. What better way to celebrate the official start of Spring (yesterday!!) than with a closet refresh? If you found yourself with some holes in your wardrobe and you wanted to make smart investments in essentials, you’ve come to the right place!
I’ve been talking quite a bit about food and using food for healing over on Instagram but I’ve still received so many questions about what a day of eating looks like for me. I’d say my diet is a mixture of Whole30, Paleo and AIP as I continue to walk through healing for Hashimoto’s.
I’m at the point now where I would prefer to eat my own food than eating at a restaurant which is truly a gift! Here’s a peek into one day of meals and snacks these days.
I found out I was pregnant with Keogena a week before Oshiolema’s first birthday. They’re exactly 20 months apart which means Oshiolema was very used to having me all to himself by the time she was born but also, he doesn’t remember life without her. They definitely bug each other and get on each other’s nerves daily but above all they are the very best of friends. While they don’t always act it out, they know what we expect of them as brother and sister which boils down to this: love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength and love your neighbor as yourself. Here are the ways we’ve encouraged that sweet sibling relationship from the start.
In December, I took the kids to the trampoline park. We wind up there often, especially after particularly challenging or exciting weeks. After wandering around the trampolines, dodgeball areas and foam pit, Lema ended up at the basketball station. He walked up next to the single file line of big boys and stood next to them. I yelled to him, “Lema! You’ve gotta hop in line, bud!” He looked at me like he does many times throughout the day. It’s a look that says “what do you mean?” That’s when it clicked for me. My three year old has never had to stand in line before. It wasn’t a great feeling.