3 years and 9 months ago, my life became chaos.

It feels so cliche to say this but, it barely seems like 3 years have gone by since Aurora was born.

I vividly remember the ways I felt when I found out I was pregnant (elated, terrified), and how I felt as I morphed into the "pod person" mentally and physically (overwhelmed, lost, excited, hungry). I remember her birth (slow, long awaited) and my feelings about the whole ordeal (terror, relief, happiness)....

I want to remember everything. Like her first smile(no, it wasn't gas!), her first laugh. That moment that all that work, all the emotion, all the tears, all the weight, all the waiting - was all worth it.

I want to remember her milestones... rolling over, sitting up, the not-a-crawl booty scoot, pulling up, walking, teething on the coffee table. First steps - 7 days before John's Deployment to Afghanistan.

I've already forgotten her first words, was it milk? momma? daddy? more? no? I do not remember. I do however remember being pooped on, barfed on, peed on... as well as hugged, kissed, and adored (by John and Aurora both).

These 3 years have melded together into the beautiful mess that I love... and I want to savor every bit of it. I want to share it all with you as well. That is why I'm here blogging my life to you. I hope you enjoy these glimpses into our chaotic life.


Aurora will turn 3 tomorrow, a marker of the third year of my world being turned upside down and inside out... and she is also a testimony and proof that amazing things come from hard work and a little loss of control!

Happy Birthday to my girl-baby Aurora!