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Postpartum Progress Guest Post: Grieving Over An Unnatural Childbirth

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I’m sitting at my desk, near tears, my hands are shaking. But I am happy, oh so happy.

Today, something that I wrote is being featured as a guest post on the website Postpartum Progress.

Two months ago I was still in the PPD closet, scared to admit that I struggled with anxiety, depression, feelings of inadequacy as a Mother. And now here I am. I’m an open book, so vulnerable, and it feels AMAZING.

I feel free.

I feel like my words matter.

I feel understood.

I am filled with hope for the future. ♥


Lately Lily Giveaway!

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Good Morning lovelies! Today is a very special day, it’s my very first giveaway here at Everything is Coming Up Roses. 

I’m so excited to be partnering with Lately Lily on this giveaway, they are such an innovative and creative children’s clothing company. 

As parents and designers, Micah and Erin were struck by the thoughtful observations and deep curiosity of their children on a daily basis. From these observations, they developed the character of Lily, the traveling girl who writes in her little notebook about the new places she visits and her adventures. These “notes” then become the inspiration for their teeshirt designs. 

How cool is that?  If you are as enamored with these tees as I am, then you picked a good day to stop by because Lately Lily has agreed to give one lucky winner a sunny yellow suitcase box of tees! 

And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for…how to win yourself some of these super hip tees:

1) Go to Facebook and ‘like’ Everything is Coming Up Roses.

2) Go to Facebook and ‘like’ Lately Lily.

3) Visit the Lately Lily shop and tell me your favorite design in the comments section below.

The contest runs from right now through this Friday at noon, Cali time.  I will select the winner using so you know there will be no funny business when the winner is selected. Good luck and happy shopping!

Updated: 8/31

And ze winner is……

Number 14, Laura! Congrats Laura and thanks to everyone for entering! More fun giveaways to come…

My weekend in pictures.

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Friday Night: Dodger game, Go Blue!


Or in this case, Go Pink!  Another Dodger fan is on the way. Congrats Brian & Lizzy!  


Fireworks from the Top of the Park.  So beautiful.  I love love love fireworks.



Saturday: Alina’s Bridal Shower.  The venue was AH-MAZING.  It might have been nicer than my own wedding.  Image

Love the orange and pink.



Even the champers was pink!


Have you ever played this game?  You make a wedding dress out of toilet paper and the best one wins.  This was the winner:


Not bad for toilet paper, right?  Apparently our competition goes to more wedding showers than me and my team, because this was our offering:



She looks like the Karate Kid.  And she’s half naked.  Basically we created a slutty ninja wedding dress.

We laughed until we cried and afterwards we all admitted we couldn’t remember the last time we had laughed that hard.  It felt really, really good.  




How does my garden grow?

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It’s Thursday, which means…Mama Kat’s Pretty Much World Famous Writer’s Workshop! Up this week: 2.) You were supposed to start a garden this summer…share the fruits of your labor.

I have what I like to call a “Happy Life List”, which is essentially what others may refer to as a “Bucket List” but that sounds too depressing. On this list are many things, some serious (tell my husband I love him everyday) and some silly (learn to play the harmonica…which has been scratched out because, as it turns out, harmonica playing is really hard and makes you almost pass out).

Somewhere in between serious and silly was, “Grow an herb garden”.

Something you should know about me: I have killed every plant I have ever been charged with. Even the easy ones, even A CACTUS. Those things can withstand pretty much anything, except apparently, me.

This is why something as small as growing an herb garden made it on to my list, because this was a big deal.

I had grand plans of building raised beds in our backyard and basically becoming a farmer, but my darling husband gently suggested that I start a bit smaller.

You guys, I am ROCKING this garden. I’m going to have 50 bazillion cucumbers pretty soon.

I swear, they grow like 2 inches every day! I get so excited to come home and check on them at the end of the day.

In conclusion:

Dear Husband,

Next year I’m you’re building raised beds.

Your Green Thumbed Wifey

New beginings.

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Very Important Note: This post is not a bash on daycare and I am sure there are many amazing children who are in center care. This post is about our experience and how I feel about it, ok? Ok.

A few months ago, our beloved Nanny told us that she had received an offer she couldn’t refuse and would be starting a full time position in September. I almost cried. She has become a part of our family and Emmett loves her, we all love her, and we are so sad to see her go.

I am a firm believer in the theory that everything happens for a reason. While losing our Nanny pains my heart, I think that this is going to end up being a really great thing for Emmett.

I am so glad that we kept him at home with our Nanny. Less germs, more attention. He has grown into such a sweet boy, and I give a lot of credit to our Nanny for this.

That said, recently I have started to sense that he was ready for more. Our small house and limited toy selection weren’t enough for him any more.

This week was orientation at his new daycare. The minute we walked into the yard, I knew we’d made the right decision. He was enraptured by the chickens and bunnies that live in the play yard. One of the teachers told me the kids named the bunnies Hugs and Kisses. And then I died.

Everything was so new and exciting! New toys, new friends to be made, new places to explore. He had a smile on his face the entire time.

The school has an amazing art studio and smaller art stations in each classroom. I love this. I love everything about this school and I can’t wait for E to start!

Memories of Fried Food.

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When my brother and I were little, we would often visit my Grandparents, who lived on what I remember being one of the most amazing places I had ever been.  They lived on a large piece of property with several cabins that they rented out, a duck pond, a humongous vegetable garden, my Grandpa’s bad ass garage and part of the American River flowing through it.  It was magical, to say the least.

So many memories were made here: it’s the first place I rode a bike without training wheels, my brother and I would build “boats” (let’s just say they would not have been considered sea-worthy…) in my Grandpa’s cavernous garage, and my Grandma would always remember to bring a loaf of bread on our walks so we could feed the ducks. 

I remember my Grandpa giving me sips of his Pepsi, to this day when I taste Pepsi I think of him.  My Grandma would make sun tea and I would force myself to drink it even though I hated the bitter taste, because it made me feel like such a grownup. 

One memory that stands out among the rest has to do with my Grandma’s cooking.  My favorite meal was so simple but something about it was just out of this world delicious, at least to 8 year old me.  She would butterfly hot dogs and fry them up, squealing like little piggies in the frying pan.  As an accompanying side dish, she would oh so thinly slice potatoes and fry them as well.  Why not, right?  FRY IT ALL!

My Grandma passed away when I was 10, and I have tried my entire adult life to recreate this meal, but alas, I just can’t get it right.  Maybe it was her cooking, or maybe it’s just the memory of it is so sweet it can never be matched. 



This post was inspired by Mama Kat’s Weekly Writing Prompt:

“This week describe a meal your  Grandma (sorry Mom, but I loved Grandma’s hot dogs!) cooked that you LOVED eating growing up”. 

My baby is 2.

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I don’t know how it’s possible that 2 years have passed by so quickly!  Two years filled with many ups and downs, equal parts joy and sadness, and love for this firecracker of a boy that grows exponentially each day.

His first birthday was such a joyous day- we’d made it a full year, we felt victorious and excited to celebrate with all of our closest friends and family.

This year feels bittersweet.  I love this energetic little Monkey such a ridiculous amount that I want him to stay my tiny little baby forever.  I want to be able to grab him and kiss him and blow raspberries on his belly any time I feel like it.  I want him to snuggle up next to me and watch cartoons in bed on Saturday morning for the rest of my life, not just a few more years.  Knowing that, with each passing year, he will grow farther and farther away from me makes my heart break.

I’m allowing myself to feel melancholy, just for a minute, and then I will celebrate that my precious baby is another year older, that he is healthy, and that right now, in this moment, he still loves his Momma the most.

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