It’s safe to say Hawaii is one of the most enchanting destinations in the world. I’ve been to four of the Hawaiian Islands, and each is spectacular in its own way. And while we know it’s romantic, and full of adventure, I’ve been asked plenty of times… “Is a Hawaii a good place to vacation with kids?”
Picture it… a hot summer day on the beautiful Grand Strand. You have bravely fought the wiggly little people and finally have them painted with sunscreen. You have all the baby beach essentials to ensure a PERFECT DAY in the sand and shore. (Or so you think…)
Exploring the Pacific Northwest as a resident has been a remarkable experience for this born-and-raised southern girl. A couple of my fellow Poms2Moms ladies have made it out west, and I’ll speak for the rest of the PNW when I say I’m lucky to live in a truly gorgeous part of the country.
In a mother’s world of housekeeping, meal prepping, bathtimes, managing social schedules – and hello! WORKING! – … moms are guilty for putting themselves lowest on the totem pole.
The moment I left the hospital after having my baby girl, I distinctly remember thinking… “Well here we go. 6 more weeks ‘till I go back to work”. The more I thought about returning to the everyday grind, the more elephants stacked on my chest. I was stressed and wasn’t sure how I was going to go back to work and miss entire days with a tiny baby.
When you find out you’re pregnant, exercising may not be the first thing that races through your mind. No pun intended. This is especially true during the first trimester because it seems like sleeping 24/7 wouldn’t even be enough. It can be very difficult to find the energy during pregnancy to get up and workout, but for me (and so many others), it was SO worth it.
Okay – you’re 4-6 months into this baby-raising thing. You’re starting to feel like a pro with diapers, naps, bottles and/or breastfeeding. But at your 6-month appointment (or maybe sooner) your pediatrician tells you it’s time to start solids. Baby food. Lovely.
On my 21st birthday, my mom handed me a large stack of papers in a pretty box, all neatly stapled together. She said, “This is something that I have wanted to give you for a long time.” As I started looking at the pages, my mom explained to me that every year on my birthday she would sit down and write a letter to my birth mom… (I was adopted, and I’ll share more on this in a different post). She made a copy of every single letter and kept it; waiting for the right time to give them to me.