Start a blog.
Those three words have been strung together on my mental list of things to do since the moment I realized that not only was I pregnant but my husband's job was moving me out of New York City and to what is all too commonly called "SUBURBIA."
Flash forward seventeen months and you can find me in Central Virginia with a precious, rambunctious eight month old baby girl, a husband of the highest quality, and two spoiled rotten cats. I sit here typing this with dirty dishes in the sink, blocks strewn across the floor and sunscreen printed hand prints littering the lower half of my windows. Why? Because nap time belongs to me, and that other stuff can wait until later. Because moms need other moms, and it's my civil duty to put myself out there and post stories, opinions and ideas that other moms can relate to.
This is Holly at nap time.