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An Honest Mommy Update


In 2012, my husband and I welcomed our first baby into our family, and needless to say we were blindsided by the responsibility and chaos that comes with parenthood. Before Greyson was born, we belonged to a gym. We drank cocktails on Thursdays and slept late on the weekends. We were unprepared for the endless doctor’s appointments, the long sleepless nights, and the toddler tantrums in the Target parking lot. 

Instead of having conversations with friends over cocktails, I was talking to a toddler, saying things like, “Don’t lick the dog,” and “Stop touching your butt.” I traded in steaks and scallops for chicken nuggets and fish sticks. Instead of running on a treadmill, I was chasing a two year old up and down the stairs all day. 

For many women, first time motherhood is magical. For me, the first two years were exhausting, mind-numbing. I hated hand-washing bottles, spending a small fortune on formula, and watching Paw Patrol on repeat. 

But slowly, as time went on, we adjusted to our new roles. We even willingly decided to have a second child. It wasn’t even as insane as I expected. I learned to wipe butts while breastfeeding and to wear the baby in my Bjorn when I needed to chase Greyson around outside. 

I stopped writing. The things that I found so outrageous with my first child became my new norm. I felt like I had closed a chapter. I had overcome the craziness of caring for infants. Gannon was turning one, and I could just barely see the light at the end of the tiny-baby tunnel. 

And then, the unthinkable happened. The week of Gannon’s first birthday, we found out we were unexpectedly expecting a third child. Even as I type this, while this little baby stares at me from his bouncy seat, I’m still in shock.

Life with three is often times… well… indescribable. It’s hectic, overwhelming, hilarious, unreal. Sometimes I look in the rear view mirror of my minivan and I have to catch my breath at the sight of three  kids in car seats. 

I posted recently on my personal Facebook page about how within ten minutes, the baby’s shitty diaper leaked all over my shirt, I found my two year old wandering around in the front yard, all while my five year old was busy teaching himself how to rap via YouTube videos.

“You should keep a journal,” a friend said.

And I laughed, thinking of the hundreds of blog posts I have saved from when Greyson was little. It inspired me to get back on the bandwagon. Hopefully, by sharing the chaos that occurs in my household everyday, a few other women might feel as though they are not alone in this motherhood mess. And maybe you’ll get a few good laughs. Or quite possibly, my stories will serve as a serious form of birth control. Either way, it feels good to be back and I hope you enjoy what’s to come. 


  1. Love reading your blog Cait! Your honesty makes me laugh out loud bc well we are living the same crazy life hahaha I’m glad I’m not alone is this crazy journey we call motherhood with 3 boys 🙂

  2. I think of you whenever the baby spits up all over my back as we’re headed out the door and Leo is running down the street while Ronan tries to smuggle the iPad into the car. I’m a bit sad we aren’t going through this as neighbors but also can you even imagine the chaos?!

    So good to see you posting again!

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