The birthday party madness is over. Finally. As usual, I got zero pictures of everything set up. But we got a lot of compliments and I think everyone had a really good time. Goooo us! 

Now to start on a Mickey Mouse first birthday party…šŸ˜­

I feel like I’m finally starting to get our life back in order after the birthday madness. The house was out of control messy. I haven’t been to the gym since Saturday but I’m more than happy to trade it in for time to clean and organize and I’m happy to say as of today, besides laundry, the house is cleannnnnn. šŸ™‹šŸ¼ 

I’ll update tomorrow but right now I’ve got Jake out and I’m gonna get him in his crib and then it’s time to pick up toys and then bedtime for Nathan. āœŒšŸ¼


Here’s the one photo we did manage to get. 

-The Velasco’sā¤ļø


It’s been a few days since I’ve posted. We haven’t been too busy doing any one thing in particular, I just get caught up in the day and forget to post. Mando didn’t work all week til today, (he still ubered at night) but it was nice to get some extra time with him. 

The weather has gotten cooler for us thank the heavens. For one, I’m really REALLY starting to dislike the heat. It just makes me feel so gross. And last week when it was warm I really realized that I’m not comfortable enough to get into a bathing suit yet. 

I’m fully aware that it hasn’t even been 6 months since I gave birth. My stretched belly skin and stretch marks are the least of my worries. I haven’t been as committed to working out or eating well as I should be. I found these in my phone and it really motivated me. 

The left was August 2012, I was (unknowingly) 5 weeks pregnant with Nathan. I was 115 pounds and looking back now, a little too skinny. The right is 16 months postpartum (after Nathan). Neither of these pictures are what I’m trying to get back to, they’re just examples of what I can accomplish when I’m actually dedicated. 

I started a new workout routine on Sunday and I’ve stuck to eating better since Sunday as I well, so I’m really excited and proud of myself. 

This newest routine is gonna be 6 weeks, and I’m really hoping to lose fat and build a little more muscle.

Monday dojo cardio

Tuesday gym weight workout A

Wednesday dojo cardio

Thursday gym weight workout B

Friday dojo cardio

Saturday gym weight workout C


I didn’t have much planned for today besides giving the boys a bath and hopefully getting to the gym. Target was definitely not on my list of places to go today (stupid budgeting) but a valve on my pump broke and that’s something I just couldn’t do without. 

So, we get to target, I’m over here preaching to Nathan that we’re only there for ONE thing. I get my new valves(a 2 pack! Whooo!) and I notice teething rings are on the same aisle, and Jake is in desperate need of one. So, I grabbed one. Thennnn, I’ve been thinking of a St. Patrick’s day goodie to make for Nathan so…there went my “one thing” promise. BUT, he didn’t get a toy. AND, another plus; I only spent $22 which is a record and should be celebrated. Maybe with some St. Patrick’s day rice crispie treats. šŸ˜¬ (Nathan approved.)

That’s all I’ve got for now, maybe I’ll update with more later on tonight. āœŒšŸ¼

Update: so it’s bed time. I could’ve gone to the gym. Mando got home from the gym at a good time and I was dressed and left, BUT….I wanted to get Nathan a little something for St. Patrick’s day. I think it’s super cute. 

And btw; who the heck knew finding gold chocolate coins the night before st Patrick’s day would be so damn hard?!


I went to Michael’s.

I pinned two things that I’ve been dying to do.

Here’s the first: 

Every day leading up to Valentine’s Day we put a new heart on Nathan’s door with a reason why we love him. I almost bought his Valentine’s goodie basket while I was there but I think he was on to me so I had to abandon that mission. He did pick out a Valentine’s Day craft.

I think I pinned this next one while I was still pregnant with Jake, so I think it’s safe to say that I’m so freakin excited to actually be starting on it. I can’t wait to get the boys’ little feet prints on it tomorrow. 


Today was a really productive day. 

I got my sink full of dishes washed and the kitchen clean before 10am. Took the boys to the park, got in a good hour there and then went grocery shopping. We all took really good naps(yes, naps are an important part of productive days. You can’t pour from an empty cup. šŸ˜‰) I got 2 loads of Mando’s laundry done, picked up the house, cleaned my room, went through Jake’s clothes(I have a serious hoarding issue with the boys clothes, but more on that later.) and got Mando’s breakfast and lunch ready for work tomorrow. I swear; when I’m productive I get shit done. But when I’m lazy…oh man. I have to give some credit to the boys because they were both actually in pretty good moods today which allowed me to get so much done. Way to go little guys. šŸ˜˜ 

So. About my hoarding issue. In most situations I’m more of a “if we don’t need it, toss it.” Type of person. We’ll give things away to family members or friends, sell it if we can, or take it to good will. But when it comes to the boys clothes, I have a really hard time parting ways. I kept a BUNCH of Nathan’s old clothes, and I know what you’re thinking…hand-me-downs! Yes, in some cases. Before Jake was born I went through what baby clothes I kept from Nathan and I’d say 75% I couldn’t bring myself to hang up and use for Jake. I wanted to keep it for Nathan somehow. Like, I wanted it to be exclusively his. I have no idea what this was all about. But I just could not bring myself to put them in the closet for Jake. I try to go through Nathan’s clothes every month to weed out what is just destroyed (throw away), what is still in good shape but too small(hand-me-downs), and what I really just want to keep. And I didn’t notice until tonight, when I went to put some of Jake’s stuff away, but I’m running out of room. Im gonna need a new box in about another month. I look at the box, and I feel a tad ashamed. It’s a pretty big box and it’s filled almost to the top with clothes, a few of Nathan’s favorite baby toys and a few pairs of shoes from Nathan’s first year. I’d say a good 80% of the box is from Nathan’s first 3 years, there’s a small corner of Jake’s clothes. But just…like…can I really keep this up?! I mean I kinda have to. I can’t bring myself to part with ANY of it. But I don’t really have room for multiples of these boxes just to hoard the boys clothes! I mean…

It’s a lot of stuff guys. Our apartment is not that big and when we get a house I don’t want to take up that much space in the garage with this. Who am I kidding? I have to. I’m in it this deep, there’s no turning back now. Just tell me I’m not the only one…please?

This weekend was pretty busy but fun. Mando and I had our first time away from the boys since we had Jake. We played footgolf. Basically golf with soccer balls. I sucked. Then Sunday we went to one of Mando’s 7 aunts birthday party. Im not exaggerating, he literally has 7 aunts, and after 10 years I’m finally starting to get the names down. So like I said, the weekend was crazy, the house was a mess last night but I got it all sorted out today. 

I guess you’re all caught up. 

Oh, the boys are all better, no more sickies and I’m hoping to keep it that way.

I’m baaaccckkkk…

Note: I originally posted this in November, but I updated it with pictures (they’re all out of order šŸ˜‘)from this year to kinda catch up a bit so it’s showing a different date.

So. Here I am.

I made this blog in January. I haven’t posted since I made it. A lot has happened between now and then.

In February I found out I was pregnant with baby #2. April we celebrated Nathan’s 3rd birthday with a planes, trains and cars birthday party. In August we went to an Adele concert šŸ˜ September we had our baby shower and celebrated our 10 year anniversary. In October we welcomed baby #2, Jacob and celebrated our 1 year wedding anniversary. In between all of that there was plenty of swimming, soccer games for Nathan, park trips, Nathan’s first carnival, birthday parties, weddings, and a lot of other fun. I guess my next postings will be to elaborate on everything a little more. But I just wanted to get a post up to get things rolling again.

Christmas time

I swear I love Christmas time. Having kids makes it so much more fun. We set up our tree the day after thanksgiving šŸ™ˆ because Nathan and I are that impatient. We argued the whole time because we’re both stubborn and wanted things our way.

I’m so bad because I haven’t done ANY Christmas shopping AT ALL. I’m the queen of procrastination and last minute shopping so I know I’ll pull it off…it’ll just be interesting to see how I’ll do it with a grumpy toddler and baby this year.

Jake’s birth story.

Jake was born October 6, 2016 at 12:24pm. 7 pounds 1 ounce, 19 3/4 inches long.

So you know that whole “if you want to get your baby out, do what you did to make your baby.” myth? It’s true.

Sex was not appealing to me at all this pregnancy. But I had to suck it up and give it up every once in a while šŸ˜œ the last time happened to right around 37 weeks. It was a Friday, I remember that much, because THAT night the contractions started. I knew they were contractions this time around and I was terrified. I didn’t feel ready.

I was actually getting super annoyed by contractions because I was having them for so long. (Started Friday night and I had Jake Thursday morning.)They got super intense and really close together some days and then just went away. But by Wednesday I think I just knew. That day I took Nathan to the library to turn in our old books, I took him out to the park, did grocery shopping, cleaned our entire apartment, and at 2am Thursday morning I woke up and told Mando we had to go. I really wanted to have to go to the hospital in the middle of the night that way it wouldn’t be a fight with nathan. But he heard me getting ready and woke up. I felt so bad leaving him, he cried and threw a fit and I cried the entire drive to the hospital. I felt so guilty.

We were admitted around 5am and I was 70% effaced and 6 centimeters dilated. I tested positive for strep b so I had to have antibiotics for 4 hours before I could deliver so I had to get the epidural because the contractions were getting intense. After that it was a lot of napping, visits from friends and family, and at 12 they broke my water, drained it a bit (it was juicy according to the nurse šŸ™ˆ) and it allllll started. I was at a 10 pretty quickly and with 20 minutes of pushing Jake was out. I was so emotional AGAIN. It’s the weirdest feeling to see your child right after birth. It’s like, this is you. This is who has been tearing me up inside for 9 months.Ā 

Nathan’s birth story.

Sharing my birth story has been something I’ve wanted to do since I’ve had Nathan. Now that I have 2, I want to share my birth stories even more because they were both so different and unique, and just amazing experiences.

Nathan was born April 24, 2013 at 9:54am. Ā 6 pounds 9 ounces, 19 1/2 inches long.

My labor with Nathan started on a Monday, a week after I started my maternity leave. I was 38 weeks pregnant. Looking back, I know that I first started feeling contractions on the 22nd while I was at the gym with my (then) best friend. I remember telling her that I thought Nathan had dropped really low because I felt him kicking really low, in a spot I had never felt before. The next day (23rd) I had my first vaginal check up. I had alway heard stories of women going to their appointments and finding out they were 5 centimeters dilated and rushed to the hospital and 2 pushes later the baby was there. I was talking myself down and telling myself not to be disappointed if I wasn’t dilated at all, I still had time, I was only 38 weeks. After the nurse checked me out she said I was 3 centimeters dilated and 70% effaced. Then she asked was if I was having any contractions, Ā I said I didn’t know. I had no idea what a contraction felt like. She seemed annoyed. They hooked me up to a machine to see if I was having any, and sure enough, in 15 minutes I had 2. They sent me home to monitor my contractions. My husband (bf at the time) had to go to work, so I called my mom and she came home to help me monitor the contractions. I did laundry, walked to the store, ate very light foods, got the car seat installed and put up a shelf, then around midnight the contractions were getting more intense and closer together so we left for the hospital. We were admitted when we got there and I was at 5 cenetemeters now and 100% effaced. The contractions continued to get stronger and more intense through the night and into the morning but I wasn’t dilating as much as I probably should have been. It was getting harder to relax myself so I asked for the epidural. By 8am the nurses checked me and I was only a 7 and they told me that if I didn’t start opening more that they would start to give me petocin (which I didn’t want.) At this point my water still hasn’t broken, my mom was sure that this was what was holding me back and we begged the dr to break it and after some back and forth they finally agreed. That was all it took. About 45 minutes later I was at a 10 and ready to push. 15 minutes of the nurses setting up and 45 minutes of pushing, Nathan was born. The second he was out I was so overwhelmed with emotion. I immediately started crying. I think it was a mix of emotions, the fact that I had done it, I gave birth, something I was terrified of. My baby was finally here and he was beautiful. From the day he was born (and to this day) we got nothing but compliments on how cute he was.