Dark and Light.

What does anxiety look like? Sometimes it looks the same to everyone on the outside. -I look happy right?

This was one of the easiest chapters of our life. Life was pretty great. We had J, Rob and I had BOTH just gotten promotions at jobs we loved we had moved into a house we loved, for the first time in our marriage we were driving reliable cars, and we had a this little guy. Who was amazing. We were surrounded by friends and family who loved us. My life was awesome.

But anxiety doesn’t abide by the rules of logic. Can you see the bags under my eyes? When this picture was taken I couldn’t sleep more then 2 hours at a time. I was dealing with panic attacks, and the shame of trying to hide them out of embarrassment. I was dragging myself though each day drinking coffee and eating whatever I could get my hands on for a boost of energy.

It was a dark time. I was crying for no reason, usually in the down times like the shower or when I tried to sleep. I would wake up obsessing over a conversation that happened 10 years ago hating myself for not choosing different words. I’d get myself worked up replaying scenes for the day and dissecting everything I did that I should have done or said differently. Then I’d obsess over future problems, how will I talk to J when He’s a teenager? Then I would obsess over problems that will never be in the future.. what if Rob leaves me? How would I survive? I was spiraling. I was starting to isolate myself. Bc it was getting worse, and I felt guilty, for not being happy. I didn’t understand that anxiety at this level meant something in my body was wrong.

Now look at this picture.

This picture was taken during one of the hardest chapters of my life. I’m holding our newborn twins who had to be fed every 2 hours. I had a busy three year old who was adjusting to a new life with new babies and acting out. I was in a tremendous amount of pain recovering from a very painful emergency surgery to remove my gallbladder. I was still recovering from a double labor and the post partum preeclampsia issues. Rob was working 80 hour weeks and traveling. The day before this picture was taken out landlords called us to tell us they would be selling our home and we needed to move.

It was hard. But I was solid. I wasn’t trembling. I wasn’t breaking down and crying. The waves of fear and anxiety weren’t washing me away. When all the reasons for a perfectly acceptable panic attack crashed over us and rained chaos into our lives. I was tired, but I was FINE. Do you see it? It looks the same from the outside, you would never have known from my fb feed.

Anxiety doesn’t follow the rules of logic. What changed? Only one thing. Plexus. I turned to Plexus out of desperation Bc I couldn’t sleep. Bc I was getting angry, and resentful at myself Bc I didn’t like the mom I was being, Bc I didn’t like the wife I was being. Out of desperation.

It was desperation. I sent a Facebook message to an old acquaintance. I was too afraid to even call her, or text. I didn’t even want to tell her WHY I wanted to try the products. It took 2 weeks for me to sleep 8 hours.

I cried that day, Bc it made me hopeful and that scared the shit out of me. Bc what if it was a fluke? What if it just happened, and then never happened again.

But it did happen again. And again. That was only the beginning. It really changed everything.

It’s hard to share this story. To talk about the dark place. Bc I don’t want to admit how bad it was. -I’m also not claiming that Plexus can cure or treat anything. -or suggest you give up on a Dr’s recommended treatment plan. Please don’t.

But don’t suffer alone. Don’t isolate yourself. DON’T SETTLE. Don’t accept it as normal. Life is hard in some chapters. It doesn’t have to break you. -If you think Plexus can help you I’d love to have that conversation with you, gut health is the root of so many issues and 90% of your body’s serotonin is formed there. 90%.

But nothing gets better if you tell no one. Don’t do what I did. Don’t loose months of what could be your best chapter because of the dark place. There is help out there. ❀️


Doing Hard Things.

I do not claim to have this parenting thing all figured out. And I know I will have moments that feel like a win and others that feel like I’ve failed. But yesterday something good happened.

Yesterday J made a huge mess of alphabet flash cards while I was making breakfast. I asked him to clean them up when he was done playing with them.

Very soberly he looked at me and said “No.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Bc it’s too hard” he said matter of factly.

“No it isn’t.” I said just as matter of factly.

I turned the burner off feeling like the toast can wait Bc it was life lesson time. I got down on my knees to engage with him. First he asked me to do it for him, I said no. Then he asked me to help him clean up the cards, again I said no. Instead I said “You can do hard things.” And I asked him again to clean up the cards. Very hesitantly he picked up a card. I committed in that moment not pick up a single card. But I followed him, pouring worth into him while he cleaned up his mess.

“You are smart enough to do this, you are independent, you don’t need Mommy to help Bc you are smart and strong and capable, you can do all kinds of hard things, I’m so proud of you, look at how much your accomplishing, you’re doing it all by yourself, it isn’t even hard, you don’t need anyone’s help Bc you can do this all by yourself, I can’t wait to tell Daddy how great you did, he’s going to be so proud of you when he gets home to know that you can clean up after yourself. What an independent kid.”

I know.. that’s cheesy. I know this isnt any BIG deal. I know 3 year olds can pick up their toys. But when he was done. He was beaming with pride. He was so so proud of himself. I hugged him and I told him how proud I was of him.

Would it have been faster to pick up the cards myself? Yes.

Would it have been easier to yell at him or default to “Bc I said so” to rule him through fear or shame? Yes.

I believe the work of parenting is front loaded. Investing this time today in building his belief that he can do hard things (even when it’s not a hard thing) is one step in our life long journey that I will take over and over again. But I also know one day I won’t be there to tell him that he can do hard things. That he’s smart and strong and capable. But if that’s what I tell him today, and tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow, and everyday when I redirect him to make better choices. I believe it will serve him well when my voice isn’t there.

What I didn’t expect is what would happen later that day. During the quiet time of the day when the girls nap and I set J up with a snack and an activity and go run on the treadmill. J usually stays downstairs. (Or so I thought) but yesterday when I sat down still out of breath after running my tiny human sat down in the floor with me and asked me,

“why do you say… 10 minutes is nothing?”

-I was embarrassed. Bc I honestly didn’t realize until that moment that I say it out loud. Or if I did anyone else would hear it. But I told him (the embarrassing) but true answer.

“The last 10 minutes of the run mommy is really tired and it’s hard to keep going. So I tell myself that over and over to remind myself I can do hard things”

What came next was one of those fantastic ah-ha kid moments that as a parent make your heart swell. He smiled so big and He told me he was proud of me for working so hard and doing something so hard and that he couldn’t wait to tell daddy how hard I worked.

It melted my mama heart. Bc to be perfectly honest, it is really hard for me to look at myself and take ownership of skills or talents. I’m not trying to be self deprecating, it’s my struggle. But something I do see when I look at myself is tenacity. Is my hard earned successes. Is my ability to get back up. To run 10 more minutes.

(Bc 10 minutes? .. is nothing.)

10 minutes. Is nothing.

It makes my heart swell when Jackson connects like that. Even at the cost of my own embarrassment I know it’s important that he see’s I don’t just preach behavior I model it. Bc I know actions stick in our minds eye better then words do. Picking up flash cards and going for a run aren’t world changing tasks. But pushing yourself just a little bit further then your comfort zone. That’s world changing.

In a world where we so often see fully capable adults sit down and give up and accept defeat at the first level of resistance. It’s heartbreaking. It’s gut wrenching seeing people who choose to accept less simply “Bc it’s hard”

I believe all my babies will have special skills and talents. But honestly, if I can teach them that, that one lesson. That they can do hard things. Not even that the HAVE TO.. just that they CAN. That they can push just a little further then I will feel like I served them well.

Today is a new day. I know as I write this consistency is the thing that makes lessons stick. That yesterday is what we stand on to do better today. So the hard work is on me now. He made a connection yesterday but unless he sees me doing the hard things today and tomorrow and tomorrow. The lesson will he lost.

Parenting is not for the faint of heart. But 10 minutes? Is nothing.

Things Mama Sandwell is Judging you for..

First off let’s talk Sandwell Standards. When I took my husbands last name it carried weight to me. His family was important to me, becoming part of their legacy meant something to me.

Now that I am raising children it’s even more apparent that choosing mediocrity is unacceptable. I wrote a life code. Christy’s code of ethics. It is as follows:

1. Always act of of love.

2. Be better.

3. Allow Happiness.

I can trace every single point of failure in my

Life to a step taken away from this code. Do I fail? Obvs.. do I get up, do my best to make things right and try harder to get back to the code. Yup.

So. Let’s get to the judgement. (Before you get all riled up about my judgyness.. let me admit I have done, EVERY-SINGLE-THING-ON -THIS-LIST. But, I am trying. Trying to do better. (To be better) So here goes..

Mama Sandwell judges you for:

1. Being so offended all the time.

Don’t be that person. Choose joy over pain (when it’s a choice) Choose laughter. Choose happiness. Return acts of ignorance with acts of love. Show people grace when they fail you. If you are choosing to be miserable instead of happy, I’m judging you. Allow happiness.

2. Bathroom selfies.

Staaaahhp. Girl, -getcha purse out the sink and get your life together. Going into a public room where people go to deficate and choosing to spend EXTRA time in there so you can take pictures of yourself?! I’m judging you. -Be better.

-NOTE- I’m not anti selfie.. (*allow happiness) take all the photos you want of yourself, just not in the bathroom.

3. Being late.

Don’t be. It’s disrespectful. It like saying out loud to every other person who showed up on time that you think your life is more important then theirs. Time is the most limited resource on the planet and being wasteful of someone else’s disgusting.

And if you’re that person, you’re not choosing to act out of love or pushing yourself to be better. -Double offender, I’m judging you.

4. Blaming/making excuses.

This one I struggle with. Rob says “there is always a reason, there is never an excuse.” And he’s right. I’m a pleaser, so whenever something doesn’t work out I have a long list of excuses and people to blame. Blaming and making excuses stretches out the negative reaction. Just say, “I’m sorry.” Or “that’s embarrassing” or (Dare to dream..)”You’re right. I was wrong” Be better.

I know writing this is opening the door for the whole world to judge me while I fail at all these things moving forward. That’s ok. There is nothing you can say that I haven’t said to myself. As I mentioned I’m guilty of all of these. Truely I hope this made you smile. Or maybe think of a way you too can be better, act out of love or allow happiness.

This could be the start of a book.. the next chapter could read Mama Sandwell’s sound advice it would only say,

-Learn how 4 way stops work

-Don’t touch dead things

K maybe it’s not enough for a book πŸ˜‰

My tiny Valentines.

Last January, we found out I was pregnant. It was a rough start. I was super emotional and weepy. I had a morning sickness. But one day after a run I started having problems.

The kind of problems that lead you to believe you’re no longer pregnant. Rob was at work. I was home alone with Jackson. It hurt, I was in pain. I was afraid. I didn’t have an OB yet.

I reached out to a midwife I knew and asked her what to do. She said, the scary truth. There isn’t anything you can do. Nature takes its course and you don’t get a vote. I remember feeling grateful for her boldness. That she wasn’t overly precious about it. In times of confusion flowery words add to the cloud. I needed black and white. She advised me of a local office where I could get an ultrasound. To confirm whether or not I was still pregnant. “Knowing is better then waiting” she said. I agreed.

I hung up the phone and curled up into a ball on my bed and wrapping my arms around my stomach. I wept. Not because of the pain although it was intense Bc of the loss. I cried until there were no more tears. My brain was stuck in a loop and I spoke it out loud. Over and over.

“You are wanted. You are wanted. You have a Mommy and a Daddy. We love you. You are wanted.”

When everyone said I was powerless. All that was left was love. I was powerless to stop what was happening, but I didn’t have to do it without feeling, without loving my child.

Rob came home. We spoke about what happened. We made an appointment for a few days later.

The day of the appointment I was sick again. There was a part of me that was hopeful that my pregnancy symptoms were present maybe the baby was ok. I was afraid to invest any emotions either way. I was physically shaking and trembling all morning I was so nervous.

Good or bad we were going to go into that room, and when we came out life would never ever be the same. One of those life moments where your path takes a hard turn and you’re on a new path. Only we had no say in the outcome.

We went to the ultrasound. There was a kids show on in the waiting room. We had Jackson with us. I couldn’t stop trembling. I wanted to throw up. The called us back. Jackson was everywhere he was pulling on the mini blinds and climbing on the bed.

I remember sitting in that dark room. Cold gel on my stomach. Rob holding J trying to distract him, while J frantically tried to escape. I had my eyes firmly set on the technicians face. I didn’t want to see the screen.

I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. Minutes past. Nothing. There was a large screen in front of us. I kept waiting hopeful for the sounds of a heartbeat to fill the room.


More time passed.


She started asking questions. I closed my eyes against the sting of emotion.

“How did you find out you were pregnant?”

“Have you met with your OB?”

“Were you doing any fertility treatments? ..are you considered high risk?”

-I started to cry. Obviously if it was good news if everyone was “fine” these would not be the questions she would be asking.

Then she said it. “It’s ok, you don’t need to cry it looks like both babies are fine”

I looked at Rob in disbelief. “What did she say?”

I was angry. I thought she misspoke and my heart was raw and broken and it stung.

She isolated each fetus and played a snippet of their heartbeat for us. “I said both, you’re pregnant with twins, both of them have strong heartbeats”

“Twins. There are at least two, you’re going to need another ultrasound to confirm there are not three, there is a shadow here I can’t identify.”

Good or bad we went into that room thinking we were a family of 3. For good or bad our life took a hard turn and we came out as a family of 5. (At least)

That day she told us I was in the highest risk category. That they appeared to be in the same sack. She warned me about vanishing twin syndrome. She warned me that I might spend half my pregnancy in the hospital. That the survival rate of this type of twin was 50%.

If you ask I guarantee Rob doesn’t remember that part. We told our families. We told our friends. I made an appointment with a dr and waited for 6 more weeks. To find out what our survival rates would be. I did not sleep much.

The irony is when we went to the doctor, they did a second ultrasound everyone was fine. They put me in the lowest category for risk, but they were wrong too. We found when the twins were actually born they were a step between. I was moderately high risk. But the good news is they were born.

They told me “you’ll spend half your pregnancy in the hospital” and later, “you’ll spend half your pregnancy on bed rest possibly a month in the hospital”

The truth is I worked at the salon the day before I went to the hospital I spend 48 hours pregnant in the hospital. Not 5 months.

They said “your babies will be born early and spend months in the NICU” and “prepare yourself to leave the hospital without your babies. ”

The truth is they never saw the inside of the NICU. They came straight to the room with us.

Now it wasn’t totally free of drama. Turns out birthing two humans in 30 minutes can throw your body into pretty severe trauma. I spent every bit of my life force pushing. And I have almost no memory of the several hours that follow. I had post partum preeclampsia. I received emergency care post partum and had a relapse a few days later. Our Doctor assured us that if this pregnancy had taken place in any other decade the odds were stacked high against any of us surviving the pregnancy and birth.

After their birth I put this story away. I locked it deep in my heart where painful things go. Where I keep boxes I don’t like looking in. But Timehop had this ultrasound picture in it. The post from when we shared our news with the world. And all the emotions I felt that day came back.

I’m not sure what the point of the post is. To remember That tiny thread that connects us to life is so fragile. so my children will always always know.

That they were wanted. They were wanted. They have a Mommy and Daddy. They are loved. That they were wanted.

Even before they were born, even after I’m gone. They have my whole heart.

My tiny Valentines,

Instapot philosophy. Mom guilt and BA women from the Bible.

This post is all over the place. But these things have been circling in my mind today. I’m learning to run a new kind of business. Guys. I don’t know what I’m doing yet. So while I’m plodding along my path I’ve had a few ah-ha moments.

Instapot philosophy- I think I touched on this in one of my other Instapot posts. But when I first received this tool as a gift I was so excited but then I didn’t use it. Bc I knew failure is part of learning. I did not want to cook a gross meal bc I didn’t know what the heck I was doing.

It’s why I used to hate hands on classes in the salon (guys you just fail in front of your peers) but now nearly a decade into a technique driven field, I look forward to the opportunity to fail in that safe environment. So I can succeed when it counts.

Rob’s sage advice was use the Instapot everyday for 2 weeks. Just burn through the learning curve. Then you will have some fails but you’ll know exactly when this tool will save you time and how to be successful with it. I did, we had some fails. I’m soooo much more comfortable with it. I know it’s not the tool for every job, I know when to reach for it.

So how does this apply to my business? I’m new at learning this business. I’m making some dumb mistakes. I know when I look back at this chapter I will roll my eyes as some of my “great ideas” but deciding everyday to keep going. To keep burning through the learning curve is how I get the knowledge of when to use each tool. I used to be so quick to give up at the first bump in the road. The life lesson that I keep circling back to is that you just keep coming back to that hurdle.. it will just keep on showing up until you learn how to get past it.

So my encouragement for you today if you are stumbling and stumbling and feeling like a fool. If you are making mistakes.. you’re probably doing more work then most people. Most people give up at the first hurdle. Mistakes mean you’re trying. Keep getting up keep experimenting keep asking those with experience and don’t sit down and give up. It’s true for Instapot’s and life. ..Deep thoughts from Christy’s mobile office..

Mom guilt and BA biblical women-

Can I be real? -what is the deal with the mom guilt? I spend most of my time with my kids. I try to feed them the right things and teach them manners, and self respect, and how to human. We have parenting philosophies (“we are raising adults.. not children”) we read books and listen to podcasts we do “alllll the thangs” Rob and I dissect our interactions with our children and discuss how we could have done better how will we handle it tomorrow. And yet. Mom guilt. At least once a week I ask Rob, “am I shitty mom?” (Sorry language.. I said I’m being real) he says no, of course not, and I walk away thinking but am I? J didn’t get a bath yesterday, today he told me I wasn’t listening (and he was right πŸ™ˆ) I definitely feed him non-organic fruit snacks as a bribe to get them to eat supper.

Am I a failure? Is all lost?

Of course not. We love big. Sometimes we fail big. We teach our children how to act with grace and humility when we do. We say things like “you were right, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said that. I can see I hurt you, I won’t do that again”

But comparison is the thief of joy. Too often I let it steal mine. There is always someone doing it better, who seems to have it all together. I know exactly how to punish myself too, I load my social media and deep dive into the page of who ever is doing it better today and berate myself.

In these moments when I catch myself I try to imagine Bob Newhart saying,


I’m a work in progress.. πŸ™„ so this week the big ugly thing causing me mom guilt is my business (which I can run at home from my phone while I’m doing to mom things and taking care of my kiddos.. πŸ™„) But there is that inner dialogue.. Am I failing as a mom Bc I’m focused on something else too?

I was really searching my heart on this one. Like full on guilt spiral. I went for a run and listened to a team training. The speaker said something that hit me right in the feels.

Look at the women in the Bible. They weren’t just sitting around. They weren’t only living to take care of their kids. They had stuff to do.

My favorite example of this was the Proverbs 31 gal. (You know who we are all supposed to be when we grow up..)

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she takes care of her hubby

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she works with her hands

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she gets up early to provide food for her fam

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she buys property

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she makes profit by having people work for her and she works her business

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she works late

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she takes care of the home

πŸ‘ŠπŸ» she holds on to her own strength and dignity

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she makes her hubby look good

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she doesn’t waste time sitting around

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she fears the Lord.

She’s a BAD ASS. She didn’t sit on her cell phone and make a list of reasons why she sucks and she’s failing at life becauuuuseee she had shit to do. (Again language I’m sorry this my real real though) So, is it all over for me with the self inflicted nonsense guilt. (No of course not I’m just a mere mortal) but I do feel armed with a new tool. She’s the model woman we are all supposed to strive to be “a woman of virtue”

-and she was a total Bad Ass who handled her shit. That is a woman I want to be. I hope if you’re reading this especially if you’re a momma. This brings you encouragement. -if you find yourself in the self hatred loop google Bob Newhart and smile and decide to be a bad ass instead.

***Upon reading this before publishing it occurred to me that a woman of virtue would curse less.. work in progress people.. work in progress.. πŸ˜‰

My Twin pregnancy and my Plexus experience.

I’ve been meaning to write this one for a while. Because this phase of my life built my belief in these products big time.

For comparison let me tell you a little about my first pregnancy. I was in decent shape when I got pregnant with J. But I was so sick the first trimester I lost weight. I was nauseous all the time and ate almost nothing but lemon yogurt and plain white toast. 🀒Shortly after I became anemic bc of my meat aversion and the iron pills I took made me very ill. I continued to eat only bread, potatoes and lemon yogurt (everything I ate was white πŸ˜–) I then gained 50 pounds in next two trimesters!! (That’s twice the recommended weight.) I had swelling the last two trimesters, terrible heartburn. I couldn’t sleep I was terribly uncomfortable all the time I couldn’t even get off the couch with out help. Then I developed Blood pressure issues. Eventually I was put on bedrest. Then induced early. Had a relatively easy delivery but had a very difficult recovery (months of Dr’s appointments and even a minor surgery) -and I thought that was a pretty normal pregnancy experience. We thought I had an “easy” pregnancy. Here are some pics during my first pregnancy 🀰🏻

I started taking Plexus before we intended to try to get pregnant. I noticed changes right away. Insomnia problems I’d had for years went away within a week. I accidentally gave up coffee bc I started drinking my pink drink in the morning. Despite everyone I know getting sick.. I stayed well.

I was starting to think there might be something to this. Then my allergy symptoms went away. It took me a while to realize I was breathing easily all the time. I didn’t need allergy meds. This was getting weird..

Then.. the pain I felt everyday in my feet and legs and shoulders went away. I didn’t need to take 4 ibprofin and a sleeping pill before bed. I started craving water. I wasn’t loosing weight yet but my body was changing. My skin was clearer the whites of my eyes were whiter. The dark circles under my eyes went away. I was seeing more definition in my body I was starting to see my jaw line and the bones in my hands and feet clearly bc inflammation was going away. I wasn’t craving soda in the afternoon. I wasn’t crashing and sleeping through Jackson’s naptime. I had energy during the day and slept hard at night. These are little things that add up to BIG things. I was feeling like myself.

we got pregnant! At that time I was taking slim, biocleanse, probio5 and xfactor as a prenatal. Shortly after we found out it was twins. Afraid that the pink drink (bc it’s called “slim” would make me loose weight I stopped taking it, and I stopped taking biocleanse for the same reason. (I had done no research on what these products did) my doctor was thrilled that I was on a multi with folate (not folic acid) and a quality probiotics.

That first appointment was tough. I was considered “high risk” because of the complications of the last pregnancy, because I was carrying multiples, because the fact I was “too short to carry twins” πŸ€”, I was “geriatric” (34), and overweight.

There were a LOT of red flags in my chart. My doctor told me to expect to spend a significant amount of my pregnancy hospitalized. That the girls would likely be born early and we should mentally prepare for them to spend months in the NICU.

My first trimester I had morning sickness a lot. (But.. I didn’t feel nauseous. Which meant I could live my life) I wasn’t having food aversions. I could still eat vegetables and meat. I was still craving water and sleeping good. My iron levels dipped (not bc I wasn’t eating meat this time it was because my body was making and moving blood for -3- humans) and my doctor allowed me to take Spirulina instead of a hard to digest iron supplement. (#bestdr)

My fatigue increased a little and I started researching the Plexus products more. I found that slim actually helps balance blood sugars and curb sugar cravings and biocleanse is just a really easy to absorb form of magnesium so it would pair well with all the extra iron I was needing. With my doctors approval I began taking the full Triplex with the xfactor as my prenatal and Spirulina for iron. That added up to a LOT to take everyday.

I worked at the Ronald McDonald house for 7 years. I sat with so many mommas while their premie babies were in the NICU. I listened to their stories. I heard their hurt. I knew that was a real possibility and I wanted to do everything I could to carry my girls as long as possible and help them grow as strong as possible.

I drank lots of water. I started reading about how your body absorbed nutrients. I laid on my left side as much as possible. I stayed off my feet as much as a working mom to a two year old allowed. I fed myself well. I cut back my hours at work.

Crazy things happened. They kept checking my cervix and warning my when it thinned I would be put on bedrest. (They predicted it would take another month)

Then the next time they measured it had thickened a half a centimeter. They allowed me to continue working.

They told me I was definitely going to fail the gestational diabetes test. I didn’t.

My blood pressure stayed low until the last 3 days before I delivered. I only gained 25 lbs. the entire pregnancy. (They measured both girls each visit via ultrasound bc they were concerned I wasn’t gaining the usual amount for twins. The girls charted right on schedule)

I was never put on bedrest. I didn’t have any swelling. I hardly had any heartburn. I wasn’t nearly as achey. I was able to work, chase my toddler and get through the day. I slept well at night. My doctor kept pushing my appointments further apart (she called it time off for good behavior πŸ˜‰) I was still going in for monthly appointments (only weekly my last two weeks) during my last trimester bc everything was going just as it should.

These pictures were take one month and then 2 weeks before I delivered.

I had Suuuuper belly. But I wasn’t miserable. I was taking J to the park. I was buying groceries. Living life. I spent 3 days in the hospital pregnant, not the majority of my pregnancy.

The girls came 5 weeks early. No c-section needed @4 lbs each. They spent Zero time in the NICU. They went right to our room along with us. All the nurses on our floor couldn’t believe how strong they were considering how tiny they were.

Here they are roughly the size of a water bottle πŸ€— they are in premie clothes here and you can see their pants are rolled down bc they were too big still.

For me Plexus changed everything. I should emphasize this is only my personal experience. What I experienced with and without Plexus during pregnancy. You should definitely talk to your doctor about any supplements you’re taking. But for me if I had it to do over again. I would have started taking these earlier. I believe they made all the difference for me. ❀️

18 in 2018 #2.. -sort of

#2 Finish assembling the Treadmill.

So I used to run. 3 miles 3-5x a week. Then I got pregnant, and I was advised to stop running until the babies came.

So we Rob moved the treadmill out to the garage.And now it’s been a year and I’m still not running. Bc our treadmill is in a pile of pieces.

(…Bc I lost the screws πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈπŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ)

So I pouted.. and while I was pouting I listened to a podcast. This particular podcast is called By The Book. (Its great and funny you should listen) basically they read a self help book and follow it to the letter for 2 weeks and report back on how it goes. So they read “The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up” by Marie Kondo. And tried Mari-kondoing their lives. Which made me think I should Mari-Kondo my life. (Well at least dig through the closets and find the damn treadmill screws.) which is what I did, and I did!

πŸ’ƒπŸ»πŸ’ƒπŸ»πŸ’ƒπŸ»so certainly I can take on the world!!

(…And I asked Rob to help me.)

At which point he diligently set to work and assembled it by himself in a matter of minutes.

Awesome right?! – Best.



But what now, this was my goal on my list.. does it still count if someone else does it? (Cause I am adding a LOT of things to my list of it does πŸ˜‰)

4 down.. 14 to go?

Should I add somethingnew in its place?

18 in 2018! #15!

15. Read one book for self improvement.

When I started my list I put

Read 25 books in 2018

Read.. one book a month

Read one book

Finally I settled on

15. read one book for self improvement


16. Read one book for fun.

Seemed attainable πŸ˜‰I choose this book after I heard Emily on a podcast. The focus is on creating margin in your life. It’s a quick easy read with practical tips for decluttering and simplifying different areas of your life as well as tips for setting healthy boundaries. Aaaaand it will totally prep me for #13 on my list purge each room in my house. ✨✨🏑✨✨

(#comingsoon Christy has a meltdown while she purges each room in her house.. it hasn’t happened yet just a prediction πŸ˜‰)

Not all her suggestions are winners for me, but it gave me some motivation and some guidelines to start purging and decluttering my house. Have any of you taken on that task? What helped you?

3 down 15 to go!!!

18 in 2018 #1!

Get off your duff and do the dumb chores your putting off.

1. Set the garage door code

2. Fix the Wonky Lampshades

3. Drag out the ladder and change the burnt out bulbs in the garage

4. Clean. Out. Your. Car.

1. Ok we moved 2 months ago and since we moved we have not known what our garage code is. (The same thing happened at our old place it’s really easy to change it usually involves hitting a button then punching in a new code) .. this is not a big deal. But it’s one of those things you should do.

I asked Rob to help thinking it was a 2 man job, and he came back exactly one minute later and told me it was done… she he gets credit for that one.

2. I bought these lamp shades off Facebook marketplace. They have sat crooked on the base since I bought them. And it has bothered me since I bought them. My sister told me the cure and from Pinterest of course. (Cardboard and 2 minutes, search wobbly lampshade haha) and boom. ✨✨

3. This is sooo dumb. But all the lights in our garage were burned out and our garage is crammed full of junk since the move so this task involved moving all the stupid junk piles so I could plant our ladder and switch them (total time investment about 10 minutes, and I whined the whole time bc It was sooo cold but πŸ’₯ boom πŸ’₯ boom πŸ’₯ pow πŸ’₯

4. Clean out your car.

Good. God.

Whew! Much better!

So NONE of these were hard. But they were just those weirdo chores that don’t fit into my regular life, or take oooonnne more minute then I want to spend. But getting them done felt so good! 2 down 16 to go!!

18 in 2018 #5!!!

As some of you know I set 18 goals for 2018. Some are silly some are big some many are small. I’ve never been big one one solid “resolution” but I do loooooove checking things off a list. I do them in no particular order and I only post what’s on the list as I accomplish them.

Also this year I have to accept grace over perfection. We are learning how to be a big family this year. That’s not a small task so .. there’s some low hanging fruit on my goal list. So be cool.

Bam-ba-da-dum #5

Make a real supper in the instant pot. (-That’s not a soup or a side dish, a whole supper that would normally take a stupid amount of time. )

Challenge accepted.

That’s a pot roast folks. (and potatoes and onions and some peppers and seasoning bc those foods are boring.) according to Pinterest this meal that would cook all day in the crock pot would be ready to eat after cooking it for 35 minutes in the Instant Pot.

Theory tested:

So I came back when it was done and low and behold

Super fantastic pot roast.

1 down 17 to go!! πŸ’ƒπŸ»πŸ’ƒπŸ»πŸ’ƒπŸ» stay tuned!