How to Survive life with a one year old.

If I had a dollar for every time Jason and I have said to each other..

“There’s not a book on this kind of stuff, no one tells you what to do”

when it comes to raising Ian I’d have a lot of money on my hands.

No but seriously.

No one tells you how to raise a child.

You just kind of figure it out.

However, certain things come easier than others.

Like finding out what puts your little one to sleep might be easier than knowing what kinds of food to feed them and when.

Getting them to ditch their bottle might be the hardest thing ever, and lets not even start on getting them to sleep through the night.

Some things might be easier for one family and harder for the next, but that’s just how it goes.

Everything’s different, you just have to learn and figure it out as it goes.

If you’re reading this and don’t have kids, I’m sorry, this isn’t the most assuring thing in the world.

This is just how I see it.

And it doesn’t get easier as they get older.

It’s different every day.

And in that moment you might not be able to see it, but it’s amazing.

Just not at that moment maybe.

Especially when they decide that they want to poop in the bathtub.

It’s a crazy ride, but I feel like as a mom of a one year old, I can give some advice on how to survive it.

How you yourself can keep your sanity and not want to pull your hair out.

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Have a sense of humor. Seriously. It’s so hard to get through the night and not laugh. It might be stressful and there might be days where you just want to scream, but if you can’t stop and laugh about it you’ll never make it. You just have to remember that when they sneeze in your face or throw their food on the ground, that they didn’t mean it and they still love you. You can’t laugh about everything, you’re human, you have emotions. Just try and laugh every now and then.

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Have wine on hand. It doesn’t have to be wine, it can be any sort of dessert. Something that you love and that’ll help you relax whenever the little one decides to go to sleep, if they decide to go to sleep. I’ve found that on those nights where Ian has a little too much energy before bed, a nice glass of wine (or two) is the most beautiful thing in the world after he decides to go to sleep. If I don’t have wine, brownies or cereal are a good substitution.

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Sleep when they sleep. This one is super important, and something I wish I would have done more when we had just brought Ian home. If you didn’t get any sleep the night before and they decide that they want to sleep for an hour, you might as well catch up on your z’s. Seriously, take advantage of the peace and quiet if you need it.

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Pick and choose your battles. Your child running around the house with no pants on, doesn’t sound as bad as them playing with the garbage can, right? Or if they decide they want to take all of their snacks out of the bags and play with the boxes it isn’t as bad as them wanting to play with the outlets. There are some things that are ok and aren’t worth a total breakdown.

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Celebrate the little wins. This one is huge, especially if the house is a jungle of toys and dirty laundry but you got your little one to eat all of his lunch without giving it to the dog. Celebrate those little wins and give yourself a pat on the back. A wins a win in my book and it’ll help your sanity. Remembering that you might have had a hard day but you got the house cleaned up is worth that extra cupcake you want to reward yourself with.

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Have something that’s yours. I can’t stress this one enough, if you take anything away from this post, make it this. When I was on maternity leave with Ian I was going crazy. I loved it don’t get me wrong, but I needed something that I could do to take me away from the responsibilities and bottles just for an hour if anything. That’s where my blog came in. It was my escape, my sanity. Whether it’s working out, knitting, or starting a blog. Anything that can be 100 percent yours, will be a nice little treat when you can get a minute away from the baby.

There you have it folks, how to survive life with a year old.

It’s different for every baby.

However, there are things we can do as parents to keep our sanity.

To make days not as stressful and to laugh every now and then.

Remember, were all human and we make mistakes.

Kids can’t tell the difference and they love us no matter what.

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Being a Mom.


In four short days I return back to work after three months away. I remember thinking right before I left how long three months was.

“I can’t wait to spend three months with my little man..I get to have all of the holidays off to cherish them with him..and I can binge some serious Netflix.”

I always heard how fast those three months would pass but I didn’t believe them. I just figured they would be long, slow days and it would feel like forever till I had to go back..boy was I wrong.

I can remember the day so vividly. I was so nervous, never having any sort of surgery before can make you terrified for a c section, but I knew I had to keep it cool for him. I knew I had to be calm for my family and Jason who stood by side.

I don’t even think I was breathing as I walked to the delivery room. I was so nervous just for the shot, and for the fact that Jason wasn’t going to be with me for the first ten minutes. I remember asking the doctors where my husband was, and when he was going to be there..I’m sure they were pretty annoyed.

Eventually I was laying down when the doctor asked me if I could feel my legs, I actually started to laugh because I was so shocked that I couldn’t. I said “I can’t even lift my leg..watch.” They didn’t like that.

Next thing I knew the big blue curtain was up and I asked Jason to talk to me the entire time, I didn’t want to think about what was happening. I just wanted to meet our son finally.

I heard the doctors say, “well someone’s a chunky monkey” and I felt the biggest sense of relief I never thought was possible.

He was here, finally.

This beautiful chunky little piece of heaven that we made was finally here.

Jason left for the other side of the room to watch him get measured and I just waited very impatiently for them to be done so I could hold him in my arms. It was pretty quiet on my end at that point, I realized there was music playing over. I couldn’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner.

One of my favorite songs was playing when Ian was born.

You know those songs that seem to be a part of some major points in your life? It was playing, and I started to cry.

The nurse brought him in and I couldn’t stop looking at him. Smiling and looking. Kissing his big head and realizing that in that moment I had never been happier.

I won’t lie and say that the hospital was a breeze after that, there were definitely lots of hours spent in silence staring at him to make sure he was still breathing and nurses coming in every two hours to prick me and poke him.

We got to bring him home just four days later, I remember thinking that this was it. We were parents, on our own with no nurses to call into our room and answer questions. We were about to embark on the biggest journey of our lives.

I was so nervous the ride home, I made Jason take all of the turns extremely slow and had him drive a little under the speed limit. I probably said “careful Jason” twenty times in the ten minute drive home.

Having him home felt perfect, like the missing piece to our little puzzle was compete. His first two weeks consisted of sleeping, eating, pooping and lots of cuddles. We took shifts during the nights, every two to theee hours we would wake the other one up to watch him.

One night Ian was fussy, I wanted to make sure Jason got the sleep he needed so I took Ian out to the living room. It was only the end of the October but my favorite movie was on. I was amazed.

Ian and I sat and watched Elf together in pure happiness..well I was happy..he was asleep but every few minutes I would find myself just staring at him in awe, wondering how something so small could be so completely perfect.

I ask myself that every day, how he could be so perfect.

How I got so lucky.

What did I do to deserve this beautiful little boy.

Being a mom changes you..well obviously because you have a child now..but your priorities shift. You instantly know how to hold him, what to do to get him to fall asleep, what makes him smile, and how to find so many things within yourself.

Patience is not one of my strongest skills, but I was so surprised how it just showed up the second he arrived. No one is perfect, especially me. There are moments when I get stressed just like everyone else but I’ve noticed how easy it is to remain calm and do whatever it takes to make him happy. How patience comes more naturally since I’ve become a mom.

And god..I love being a mom.

I love being his mom.

It’s the best job ever.

That’s why I’m nervous to go back to work, not because I’m not capable of working or because I’m afraid of it being hard..I’m going to miss him like crazy.

I know it’ll get easier, I know I’ll still miss him but I’ll be able to handle it better. I’ll be able to trust that he’s safe and realize that at the end of the day I get to see him and cuddle the crap out of him.

I just keep telling myself it’ll get easier. That I’ll have to keep letting him go little by little. That I have to give him his freedom to grow and turn into the amazing human I know he’s going to be.

No matter how old he gets, he’ll still be my little chunky monkey. He’ll still be my cuddle bug and I’ll be able to kiss him on the cheek even when he gets embarrassed by it, he’ll have no choice in that matter.

I’ll always cherish those nights at three in the morning where all I wanted was sleep. Him being curled up in a little ball in my arms, and so precious that I swore time stood still.

I know that no matter what at the end of the day that I’m his mom and I want nothing but the absolute best for him. I’ll work my hardest to make sure he always has what he needs and that he dreams big. I want him to believe that he can move mountains.

It will always come back to  those lyrics of the song. The one that always seems to come up at crucial parts in my life..

“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you. And everything you do.”