Come What May and Love It

I almost called this post "Necessities for a New Baby", but let's be honest. If you have diapers & wipes, clothes, and some form of food (breast or formula), then you could survive! However, this is my list of "Nice to Have Things". They are great to have and make life so much easier! 1. Boon Bottle Grass If you are bottle feeding or pumping, I would  almost  say this is a necessity. I did not think that it would be when I put it on my registry and honestly it is not something I would have bought for myself. I got it as a gift. Can I just say that it is a LIFE SAVER! You could use some other drying rack, but I love this grass. It is easy to put different sized bottles, nipples, pumping parts, etc. all in one place. I don't have to worry about other food germs getting onto the bottles. We also have the "twig" attachment" and it is super nice to hang different small parts on to dry faster (especially when I was pumping). 2. Play Mat

NOTE: This is a honest review. I was not paid or sponsored to write this blog. Hello Friends! If you know me, you know that I wear little-to-no makeup on a daily basis. SOMETIMES I will put on makeup for a special occasion (pictures, weddings, etc.). I have 2 reasons for not wearing a lot of make up. Reason 1:  I don't like the idea of not looking like "Amy" if I wore makeup. I hate the girls that you can hardly recognize if you see them without their makeup on. I never wanted to wake up early to put on my makeup so that my husband would think I was attractive. I just wanted to look like me. I wanted to attract a guy who was attracted to me and not the face that I would put on in the morning. Reason 2:  I am lazy. Why spend an hour on makeup when it lasts 5 minutes before wearing off or smudging? I didn't want to have to worry about what my makeup looked like all day long. I have had 3 friends (at least) who have become LipSense consultants on Facebook, whi

Dear Mitch (and my other future children)- You are 7 months old right now. Donald Trump just got elected president. This has been one of the dirtiest, most awful elections. More mud was slung everywhere that our country was left covered in dirty, mucky mystery liquid. I was counting down the days until the election so that we could finally start cleaning up the mess, but that is not the case. Which is why I am now writing you this letter. I did not like Donald Trump. I did not vote for him, or for the Democratic candidate, Hillary Clinton. I voted Third Party because I wanted to vote for the person that I thought would be best for the job of president. But that is not the purpose of this letter. The night of the election, your father and I knelt in prayer before going to bed. I prayed for our country that night. I prayed for myself for the peace to accept the person who was elected president. I prayed for understanding to know that the person elected president (who I thought wa

I have been meaning to get a blog post written as soon as I read that it was Suicide Prevention Week on Facebook. I love the publicity that this is getting now, verses a few years ago. I think that by being open about talking about suicide, we are preventing a lot of suicides from happening. Why? Because that teenager or adult that doesn't understand what they are feeling now sees how to get help. They see that they shouldn't feel embarrassed or ashamed, but that other people feel this way too.  I have talked about my own thoughts of suicide before, but today I wanted to share some hope. I absolutely cringed when Robin Williams committed suicide and everyone kept saying that he was "free". Yes, he had fought a good fight, but I was so scared of it encouraging others to commit suicide to escape because they wanted the same freedom.  Today, I want to share something that I shared with a family member before about how to use Jesus Christ's atonement to receive sp

First off- this post is intended for mothers and future mothers. I know that this is a very controversial topic, but for some reason I can't get this blog post out of my mind. I feel like I NEED to write it. Maybe for me...maybe for someone else. Either way, I am going to write it. Please read to enjoy, not to judge. If you are going to judge me and my decisions, stop reading now. Close that tab...close it! Are you still with me? Good! I wanted to put emphasis on the word CHOSE . I chose to stop breastfeeding. I did not quit. Quit implies giving up. Quit implies failure of some sort. I did not give up. I did not fail. Here is my story... I live in Provo- Breastfeeding capital of the world. Just kidding, that is probably not true. As an expecting mother, it definitely felt like it at times. I would go to the store and women were breastfeeding their babies. Church- LOTS of women breastfeeding. Family events- more breastfeeding. Don't get me wrong. Breastfeeding is a beautif

When I was pregnant, I was obsessed with reading other’s birth stories. Now, I feel like it is only fair that I write one of my own.   To Mitch-   It is ironic that you were born the week of the April General Conference. A year earlier- your father and I had received the inspiration that we needed to start trying to have a child much earlier than we had originally planned. We followed Heavenly Father’s counsel and had faith that it would work out. Now we have you! Your due date was March 24, 2016. I thought you would come early, but you apparently had other ideas. You decided to come late.  Every morning that week, I would wake up and check to see if my water had broke. Every morning, I was disappointed. I went into work on the 25 th and it was one of the most miserable days because I didn’t expect to be there. You silly goose! You kept us guessing from the very beginning. Your dad and I went into my doctor’s appointment on the 25 th . I still had not made any progress from the w