The Purpose of Community

I’ve been saying for a while now that I am SO READY to leave NYC. But will be devastated the day I have to leave Stuytown.


Today I was reminded of why.

A lot of you likely saw my “real” post last week. It was a bad day. An unflattering photo. A true reality check in the face of the social media fallacy.

So many in my network reached out to thank me for the honesty – but also to check in.

The support was wonderfully overwhelming. I wasn’t actually looking for people to pick me up – just wanted to pull the curtain back for a moment.

Then today I went to grab something from our local Concierge service. A spot many of us moms will drop items off for their fellow moms in the area to pick up.

Amanda was giving me these adorable booties for Marley because her daughter outgrew them. When I picked the bag up it felt a tad heavy for a pair of booties.

When I opened it there was a card.

And a note.

And a gift.

Words of encouragement, commiseration, empathy, kindness. And of course, caffeine.

We met through a Moms group. Don’t know each other that well. She herself is a mom of twins (x2!), full time job, handling her own life – and she stopped it all for a moment – for me.

Thank you Amanda. (I’ll PM you privately now 😂) Thank you community.

Thank you Stuytown.

Happy Holidays. May we all pay it forward.

Whatever, We’re Famous

By all accounts yesterday blew.

But as it happens, the sun rises and sets. And here we are fresh and new.

I got treated to pizza and wine by some special ladies last night who took the babies and let me sit. Which was just what I needed.

Then today these two became famous and shot their first commercial!

Because who doesn’t want to schlep two 3month old babies to Brooklyn at 7am on the coldest day of the year after the worst day in a while? Not this chick.

Happy Friday friends – I thank you for your kindness. People say social media will be the death of us. I happen to think, if used wisely, it can really offer magical (healing) things.

And The First Trimester Ends

Well. They made it. And we made it. And, It was actually last week (apparently).

At this point with Harper I was already headed back to work.

Beyond grateful that I get just a little more time nurturing them myself before they head off to daycare like the big kids they are.

Pregnancy for me is awful. My body just doesn’t do it well. But raising these precious beings and giving them everything I have feels so natural.

Perhaps I’m letting the apartment go. There are certainly no meals at the table at dinner time (who am I kidding, they weren’t there before either). And perhaps I’ve not been as communicative with my friends as I once was.

But this is where I need to be. Right now. I thought I’d have the TV on every day, catching up on series passed. Nope. I’ve been staring at this two, grow before my eyes each and every day.

I am humbled to (somehow) be a mother of three. Three of the best I know.

Happy 3 months (and many extra days) little ones. The joy you bring me, your dad, and possibly even more – your big sister – is beyond words.

Keep smiling, reaching and learning – just don’t grow up too fast.




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What 6 Weeks Looks Like

6 weeks.

6 weeks of the most intense ride of my life.

A birth. A birthday. An introduction. An anniversary. A return.

Less sleep then I’ve ever gotten. More joy too.

My body is in recovery. My mind likely, won’t ever be.

The tender moments. The exhaustion. The pure love. The frustration. The gratitude.

Yesterday was our anniversary. We attempted to celebrate with martinis, oysters and two “sleeping” babies.

Instead, left close to tears.

This is one wild ride. I absolutely, unequivocally, could not have done it without Nathan – my rock.

He goes back to work on Monday and I have zero idea how to pull this off on my own. But with every life hurdle, we do, and we look back, and somehow – we did it. Maybe not as we expect. Maybe not as we plan. But we do, and usually come out stronger.

Tonight we celebrate our anniversary, my birthday, his birthday – the fact that we made it this far, with a 5:15pm dinner reservation. Because, well, that’s just life now.

Thank you for all your love, kindness, support,

“Likes” and offers. I will be home on Monday for a few months, no help, two babies, and an open door. If you wanted to come visit – now is the time. I may just ask you to hold a baby so I can shower, it’ll likely have been a while

Happy 6 weeks babies. Thank you Little Miss Harper Paige for taking to this so much better than we could have imagined and being incredible with your babies.

And thank you Nathan. For doing so much more than your share. Cooking. Cleaning. Organizing. Feedings. Changes. Drop off. Pick up. Running the baby. Walking the dog. Getting me ice cream. Making me cookies. Always putting me first – even when I forget to do the same.

You are one in a million. Thank you thank you thank you – for the most precious life and family. You deserve a day off. 😘

(A tad verbose, please excuse my lack of brevity today – I’m just so in love. ❤️)