It's Been a Year...

What a fucking year. Pardon my French, but it's warranted. My last post was about a year ago, and while it wasn’t intended, life happened. Walker grew up and is now one, Maverick turned two, Chance and I moved, and I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Yeah, you read that right—at the young age of 29. Talk about a gut punch. 2023 kinda sucked, and it has leaked into 2024. While the beginning of this year was tough, I am starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel (that being cancer). I’ll save the cancer talk for another post. But to anyone out there who reads this and is going through it or is newly diagnosed, I see you, I hear you. You are not alone, even though I know you feel all alone. It’s a shitty disease, and I still can’t think or talk about it for long without crying.

When I left you, Walker was a young two-month-old baby. He is now Mr. Chatterbox and took his first steps the other day. He has big luscious light brown curly hair and an infectious smile and a laugh that I wish I could bottle up and listen to forever.

Maverick is a little over two, and we have officially entered the terrible twos. I’m talking about the stage where you look at them, tell them not to do something, and they look you dead in the eye and do it anyway… yeah, that. It really makes you question your parenting. For example, we were at his cousin's baseball game the other day, and I told him to stop climbing up and down the bleachers. I gave him three chances to listen to me, then I removed him from the situation and gave him a time-out. During this time-out, he proceeded to get up from where I told him to sit down. I then said, “Maverick, if you get up again, we are going to go home. Do you want to go home?” He looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Yes, I do.” It was the first time as a mom I was speechless and trying to hold my laughter because my toddler basically outsmarted me.

Anyway, I missed posting. Life has been, and will continue to be, crazy. And yes, we moved… into my mother-in-law's house… which sounds insane, but ended up being a godsend. I’ll touch more on that in the next post, but until then, have a great week.