2018: GOALS

Over the past six months I have grown passionate of a particular subject. It is where my heart is, so for 2018, I’d like part of my career to take that direction. There will be more to come in the near future.

Our family has some goals as well. One is to continue breastfeeding until Benjamin is one. Secondly, we’ll be working on putting Benjamin to sleep in his crib, so I’ll take any good advice. Lastly, we’ll be traveling more. (We got a bit of confidence from our London trip.)

Some personal goals of mine are to cut spending on clothes and shoes. I have limited myself to two pairs of shoes a season, and I’m still working out the clothes ratio.

I’d like to read like I use to, but with Benjamin, it is a little difficult.

I wanted to read daily, but I realize that is an unrealistic goal with Benjamin. I read my bible once a week and another book of choice on the days I have time.

I hope that your 2018 is full of life, happiness, success, peace, and love,
From my family to yours!




2017 for me has been a year of marriage, love, life, and travel. Here are some of the moments you didn’t get to see.

We have photo shoots on our burger dates.

Paris. What is up with my hair? I can explain. I was four months pregnant. Wait that’s not good enough. It was cold, rainy, and I was tired and four months pregnant.

Let’s look into each other’s eyes, while we hold this cake.

Hawaii. We were walking on these rocks looking for sea shells. I was seven months pregnant, and mom was worried I’d fall. As you can see, she’s holding my hand.


I don’t know why I have my eyes closed yall. I must have experienced some inner mermaid moment.

We’ll get this photo right at some point.

Oh, my Benjamin. He was a little over a month in this photo.

I’m thinking really hard about teleporting to London.

Now you see him,

Now you don’t.


This week I’ve felt like I’ve had to prove that I’m enough.
I still have a pile of dishes in the sink.
I still have a basket full of clean and dirty clothes.
I have another pile in Benjamin’s room.
My closet has clothes that need to go on hangers.
The guest room has piles of bags in one corner, a work related pile, and boxes in another corner.
Meanwhile, I have to pause every few times to feed Benjamin, to change his diaper, to move him from Rockaroo, to the carpet, to the sofa, to the crib, and back to the Rockaroo.
Am I enough?
Yesterday, I stopped myself from crying in the elevator because Benjamin looked up at me and smiled.
In that moment, I realized I am enough for him.

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Benjamin and I were walking the isles of Babies R Us on Thursday, and I just couldn’t believe all the gadgets available for babies. I am some percent minimalist (with the exception of shoes and clothes, but that’s something I’ll be working on for 2018). When I began my baby registry, I only wanted the necessities. Some of the best purchases for me were- our 4moms rockaRoo, a manual breast pump, and coconut oil.
Benjamin spends a lot of his day both on the swing and on tummy time, so I feel the rockaRoo has been a great purchase. If you are looking to make a big purchase, I think any infant swing will work.
Some of the small purchases I like were my manual breast pump, which I leave in my car in case I need it. Honestly, I dislike pumping, so it’s very rare that I do, but it’s easier to carry around than the electric one.
And coconut oil y’all! This small purchase saved our life when we were in London. I brought it along because Benjamin has dry skin. In the middle of our trip, he got a diaper rash. We applied three different types of creams and none of them worked as effectively as the coconut oil did.
Some obvious purchases we decided to make were a crib, a stroller, and a car seat.
His crib has mostly been used for tummy time as well. Since day one, he did not like his crib. Frankly, I didn’t either. I didn’t get much sleep putting him in there. I’d frequently wake up to check that he was breathing. It worked out best for us to co-sleep. Now, he sleeps right in our bed, and I can hear him breathe, move his little arms around, kick his legs up, and when he’s hungry, he just rolls right on his side.
I think our next big purchase will be a high chair. Since he is able to sit up now, a high chair works perfectly with Baby Led Weaning. I like this idea because I don’t have to get wound up in purees or canned baby food. This way Benjamin gets to experiment with using his hands, chewing, then swallowing. They sell these really cool suction plates, but I figured it was pointless for now since things will get messy anyway. So stay tuned for photos of Benjamin smothered in avocado.


My husband took this photo of Benjamin and I in front of Westminster Abbey. Just minutes before this photo, I sat in the cold halls of Westminster, while I nursed Benjamin. I remember his cold little his hands on my chest and him chugging away. Sometimes, he’d look up at me, and I’d wonder if he knew who I was. Other times, he’d immediately pull of my breast and stare at the guest distracting his feedings.
For the first six weeks, breastfeeding was not as easy as moments before this photo. I read that it takes about six weeks for baby and mother to adjust, so I set a goal of six weeks. First, Benjamin had a poor latch because of his lip and tongue tie, so my concern was that I would experience a decrease in milk supply. I pumped and pumped and cried because I was so tired. I remember often Raul walking in the room while I pumped. Surely, he would find me crying as well. He consoled me, encouraged me and gave me options, but my heart was set on giving the best I could to Benjamin, especially because of the benefits .
This photo is a reminder of the nice things my husbands tells people. “Rose didn’t give up.”
Thinking back at those first six weeks of life still brings back tears, but I’m also reminded of the wonderful family that prayed over me. I proudly announce that we met our second goal and we are still breastfeeding and hope to continue.


I’d like to share a secret with you, and please don’t judge me. I’m an obsessive planner, like I have a desk calendar, a google calendar, and notebook filled with more to do list obsessed.
Getting through the day can be a little hard if I didn’t learn to prioritize. After pregnancy, I wanted to do everything take care of Benjamin and myself, clean, cook, and work.
I had to learn to break my day down.
Take care of yourself and baby (and dog if you have one). Feed you (especially if you breastfeed) and baby.
Workout. Ideally I’d like to workout for thirty minutes a day, but as of now, it’s been about twenty-five a day.
Clean. This involves any dishes I left from breakfast and lunch. I’m also guilty of making my bed at noon.
To do list. For instance, make appointments.
That is how I prioritize on a NORMAL day.
On the days I have to run errands, work and even post on social media, I have a different schedule.
Ps. I don’t have it together most days. My office space is a disaster, and I still have clothes in the dryer from Sunday.


Four months postpartum, and I’m on a mission to burn this little belly. I read somewhere that it takes nine months for your body to reach full term, so give yourself a break. Pizza break?
I started eliminating certain food products (baked goods- I love cake yall) from my daily diet four weeks ago. I’m not sure how to measure my progress, but everyday I look myself in the mirror and convince myself that my tummy is going back to normal.
I joke with my husband sometimes. If it were the men gaining the weight, the world wouldn’t care.
For those of us that feel discouraged, watch Embrace on Netflix. The documentary shows us how we prescribe to this notion that skinny, toned and fit are healthy, but Taryn proves to us that you can run marathons, be healthy and not obsess over diet and exercise.
Favorite parts of the film:
Pregnancy: I loved pregnancy! I felt very blessed to have the opportunity to grow my Benjamin. I felt great! When my bump was gone, I cried in the shower.
In the film, postpartum, Taryn, was in the shower and looked down at her belly, and it was gone. All she saw was “jelly belly.”
Plastic surgery: After three children, Taryn decides she is not satisfied with her body and wants plastic surgery. She backs out. She asks, “what kind of example would I give my daughter?”
She later meets with a plastic surgeon in Los Angeles as part of the film. The surgeon suggest she reconstruct her breast. “They’re not slinkies. They just don’t go back.” She laughed and said, “Of course they’re not slinkies. They provided 4000 meals to my three children. They don’t deserve a hard time. They deserve a gold star on Hollywood Blvd. Go boobs!”
So tomorrow, Benjamin, Raul, and I will have pepperoni pizza with mushrooms and a Marble Slab ice cream.