We've lived in our house for about 9 years. Sadly, in those 9 years I don't feel like I've done a really good job of making our house a "home". My mind changes a mile a minute and I've never been satisfied enough with my decorating skills to do much more than throw in some furniture and matching curtains into a room, which doesn't leave much of a warm, inviting feeling.

This post is crazy late. And I really don't have any excuse other than "life". It happens faster than I can keep up with 99% of the time. But as I always say, better late than never. Easter came and passed in the blink of an eye! I feel like I spent weeks on Noah's outfit for the big day. It was too much work (and too cute, if you ask me) not to share, even if it's super late.

Is anyone else in a makeup funk? Lately I've been sticking to my "old faithful" products....b-o-r-i-n-g. I rarely step out of the smokey-eye-nude-lip look. And now that I'm a mom, I don't have a ton of time to try new things or even put makeup on at all most days. But I've found myself feeling kind of inspired by some of the beauty accounts I follow on social media. That inspiration led me on a little makeup therapy adventure last week...

Any parent knows nearly all days with a toddler are challenging, to say the least. Lately, we deal with a lot of tantrums. There are diaper change fights, nap fights, bedtime fights. There is also food refusal, lots of curiosity, an independent attitude, and the frequent testing of limits from Noah. 

It's no secret that Christmas, like most other holidays, has become completely commercialized. The vast majority of us, myself included, get so caught up in gift giving, and receiving. We end up broke, frazzled, grumpy...and we miss out on all the wonder of Christmastime.

It's a new season. And no, I'm not just talking about Fall.

I can remember the days when bar pictures and party night shenanigans flooded my newsfeed every weekend. I can remember that hangover feeling myself - the sure sign that a fun time was had. At that time in our lives, that was really living!

Over the weekend I noticed things have changed. No longer does a hangover signify a fun weekend. Rather, a tuckered out, chubby-cheeked little fella, who experienced a candy bar (with hints of chocolate still in the corners of his mouth) and played in the leaves for the very first time = a full heart for this mama.

It has taken me months to get up the courage to post this particular blog entry. And the only reason I am, is because I feel like I'm part of the problem if I continue not talking about it and sweeping it under the rug. This entry has been sitting in my 'Drafts' folder, and just last week, a fellow Younique presenter took her own life after a bout with depression. I don't know details, but it prompted me to stop worrying about people judging me and finally hitting the "Publish" button on this post.

This is my story...