catch-up part 1 of 4

2015 Babies

It’s been a while… 

Meredith turned two-years-old this month, and it’s only fitting as her new year begins, for me to play massive catch up. The last update was when Meredith was 6 months, so there has been a lot of growth happening around our household, including a sweet little boy. He keeps getting bigger and sweeter; you’ll see that, too. This means it’s been almost a year+ since I’ve updated you on their sweet transitions from baby to toddler. My heart aches a little because I feel like all my photos and all my memories aren’t solidified until they are published on this little blog. So, instead of starting now with the new renovations, recipes, and moments, and there are exciting ones (eek!), I’ll do a mini catch up, in four parts, to make my heart happy and hopefully yours, too.


Let’s do this…

We spent the fall 2015 enjoying Dallas again. As the summer temperatures slowly faded, we embraced the fall weather with open arms. Jack enjoyed entertaining Dad with his Mizzou gear. We really do love football season around here. MIZ and Go Packers are definitely words our babies know well.

Mizzou Jack
Plano had their annual balloon festival, where we arrived just in time for the lighting of the balloons and to worry Jack a little with the sounds of all the balloons being blown up.
Plano Balloon Festival
We visited pumpkin patches at the Dallas Arboretum to get our yearly fix of pumpkins! In Dallas, pumpkin patches are more like a glorified outdoor petting zoo for kids with pumpkins dispersed about. Jack and Meredith absolutely loved it!
Jack riding pony
PicMonkey Collage
Arb Pumpkin Patch
We celebrated Meredith’s baptism weekend with family. We’re always so grateful for our families making the trip down to Texas and only wish we could have them down more often. Or be closer to home. I guess I’ll just have to keep having babies so they keep making the trip! Ha.
Meredith had a wonderful time taking up the spotlight on her big day. What a beautiful day for our sweet baby girl. She did great in church, but enjoyed her Papa even more.
We picked my brother and sister-in-law as Meredith’s godparents and were so thankful they were able to make the trip down for the occasion. Meredith’s smiling ice-blue eyes are identical to my father’s and brother’s, so it’s only fitting we have Eric as her godfather.
J+E Baptism
And then it was back to our normal routine as a family of four. There were a lot of lazy mornings spent lounging, playing, and making brunch. This usually involved good breakfast food and long adventurous walks.
French Toast
Jack always has to stop for sticks or rocks on our walks. This kid can find them anywhere and Dad loves him bringing them back to our home and yard.
Walking Babies
Jack had his first injury that fall. He was laying on Boston and as Boston got up, Jack hit his ear on the coffee table. I finally reaped the benefits of my day job on this one, though, the doctor I worked with was kind enough to come in and help stitch up Jack’s ear. “You don’t want to sew up your own son, Sarah. I’ll be in to help.”  Jack was a trooper, and I think we missed dinner that night and went straight to ice cream to celebrate his first stitches, not having to go to the emergency room, and Jack taking it like all like a boss! Go Jack! I think sour gummy worms can heal all wounds.
Jack's Ear
When Halloween rolled around, we were prepared for the occasion with 1st Halloween jammies for Meredith. Mer was’t too sure about her first Halloween, but Jack was there to reassure her with hugs; this was going to be a great day!
Halloween Morning
We celebrated with our neighbors, Jack’s first actual trick-or-treating, lots of candy, and some beer for us adults. For Meredith’s first Halloween, she enjoyed being her older brother’s sidekick as a football. The cutest football I’ve ever seen, actually!
And Jack was a football player. Again, the cutest football player we’ve seen!! Side Note: Mom broke her sewing machine sewing in those cute shoulder pads for Jack! But it was totally worth it!!
J+MBabies on Halloween
Jack's 1st Trick or Treat
Meredith's 1st Halloween
Neighborhood Halloween II
Neighborhood HalloweenWe ended our night passing out candy to the big kids that could stay up after dark.  We also enjoyed the fruits of their labor, splitting a kit-lat with Jack.
That night Jack and Mer washed up and got into their matching jammies. The next morning and the month to follow, Jack would ask if he could trick-or-treat again. Please mom, just around the block, that was fun! Ha. (Sorry, this one was from my phone and a little blurry. But I loved it too much not to share!)
Halloween jammies
Meredith had her first plane ride in November. I flew alone with her up to Wisconsin. We were lucky enough to sit in first class and have this wonderful grandfather of two sitting next to us. He even held her by the bathroom door after I changed her, so I could go to the bathroom. PSA: I know it’s hard, but be kind to parents with children on the plane; they want their children to be quiet and calm as much as you do. I’ve been pretty lucky with our two travelers and more empathetic than ever before to others.
Mer's 1st plane rideWhile Mer was up in Wisconsin, because I was still nursing full-time, Jack spent Thanksgiving with Grammie and Papa at their farm. I don’t think he was too upset about that.

Meanwhile, the hubs and I spent Thanksgiving at Lambeau Field with my brother and sister-in-law. Back in August, he surprised me with this awesome gift to see the Thanksgiving game at Lambeau, and to have my brother and sister-in-law there too, was a wonderful (and too quick) trip for all!

Green Bay welcomed us back with rain (we were wishing for snow) and cold temperatures. You can definitely figure out who lives in Fargo and who lives in Dallas from the picture below. We had amazing seats provided by my Dad and waved to Bart Starr and Brett Favre that night.  Brett got inducted into the football hall of fame and I became a Brett Favre fan again, a little, that day. Why the Vikings Brett, Why?!? Gosh, I hate purple and those stupid Vikings!

Packer Game
Lambo IIWe drove down to Missouri after our magical night with Meredith and picked up our sweet baby boy in Missouri. Their cousins were there to keep them entertained and not wanting to leave.
We headed home with heavy hearts always longing for more time and to be closer to our family. We stopped at our usual Steak n’ Shake to fuel up for the rest of the ride home. Jack enjoyed a cheeseburger, fries, and split an Oreo shake with Dad. All were happy campers to get out of the car for a while!
Steak and ShakeIn December, we continued to enjoy the Texas mild weather with park dates and long walks.
Park Date
My favorite season was upon us now! We scurry around decorating for the Christmas season and try to absorb all the magic of the season. I always wish Thanksgiving and Christmas weren’t so close and Christmas could last three whole months. The tree falling on the hubs started off the season with a literal bang! Luckily, no one got hurt and the tree looked beautiful as always when it finally was in the stand.
Xmas Tree 2015
Jack spent the majority of the season counting ornaments and being told not to touch them. It was a tough task all season. Mer on the other hand worked on her lego eating skills, started to crawl, and holding herself up. Oh, the magic of the season.
Xmas Tree
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Jack and xmas tree
Jack and I also had a heated debate about the importance of not throwing anything at the tree. To this day, we are still missing two magnets from Jack’s magnadoodle he got that year, and no one seems to know where they went?
IMG_2335We went to the Dallas Arboretum for their display of Twelve Days of Christmas. My favorite was Seven Swans a Swimming, with two of my favorites gazing in awe.
7 swans - Arb
Dallas Xmas Arb
Our sweet community puts on a Santa’s Village throughout the Christmas season. Every night, Santa graces us with his presence, coming in a on fire truck and greeting all the children waiting in line. Jack talked up a storm in line waiting for the jolly guy, but when it was our turn it was nothing but tears. Oh, sweet Jack, maybe next year!!
Visiting Santa
We spent our “Christmas Eve” making cookies and assembling “minimal assembly required” toys until midnight! I enjoyed a couple sips of coffee before reading the directions for the hubs.
Christmas Eve.jpgOur Christmas at home was wonderfully simple. We woke up with coffee in hand and enjoyed the kids wide-eyes at all the treasures under the tree.
Mer's 1st Christmas
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Jack 2015 Xmas.jpg
Then it was time for the Christmas shuffle as we hit the road to enjoy Christmas with our families afar. We spent Christmas in Missouri, but we decided to spend a few days at the farm before heading into the city to spend Christmas with the family. Jack absolutely loved it, and I was happy I packed his rain boots.
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JPS Farm 2015
After our time at the farm, we headed to see the whole crew for Christmas. We spent more time outdoors. Jack and Mer loved playing with their big cousins, and the weather was wonderful for December.
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WashMO Xmas.jpg
Sweet Jack postponed his nap, so the big kids wouldn’t have to wait to open presents. He was in a daze the whole time, but endured the chaos of the moment and loved opening up his gifts.
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Plus, he had a lot of help if he got sleepy.
Mer kept busy with all the cousins and aunts that wanted to hold her.
New Year’s was spent in Wisconsin and another airplane ride. Jack is becoming an old pro on flying by now. Plus, the stars aligned and there was an open seat next to us! So Mer was able to stretch her little legs, and I didn’t have to have her on my lap the whole time! Win-Win!
Xmas Flight 2015.jpg
My dad picked us up and we stopped off at Mullin’s Cheese to enjoy a Wisconsin delicacy: The Cheese Curd! Wisconsin genes are strong in Jack. He loved them, squeakiness and all! Mer took a little cat nap and will enjoy some cheese curds in her milk later!
Cheese.jpgThere was a lot of lounging and sleeping during our Christmas/New Years in Wisconsin. Jack slept with Grandpa Wayne at night. He was in a crib in my Dad’s room, woke up saying he was cold, so my Dad brought him into his bed and was the perfect heater. I walked in to get him in the morning and saw them both sound asleep. My heart skipped a beat that morning.
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We opened presents New Year’s Eve and visited my sweet Mom in her assisted living facility. I did my usual prayer and cursing of God for the disease she has but thanked him for the amazing gifts I have in my life and my children. I always find comfort in my made up idea that she had a talk with God many years ago, giving up her own health to guarantee her grandchildren’s health, because these kids are pretty perfect. I know it’s silly, but it’s the only way I can make it through those sour moments at her assisted living seeing a shell of what she once was. She hasn’t known me for years now, but what hurts me the most is that she will never know her grandchildren.
That night I stayed up to see the New York ball drop at 11pm and was fast asleep around 11:10pm. It’s hard getting old.
WI Xmas.jpg
Mom 2015
We were off again to Texas. Another plane ride with my wonderful babies and another year upon us.
WI Xmas 2015.jpg

This ends 2015! I’ll be back with the first third of 2016; including Meredith’s first birthday collage, Easter and many moments in between.

Welcome Back, Friends.



Have I ever told you about this little house of mine? The hubs and I got it for a steal when the market was on cruise control, and we’ve been loving it ever since. The original owners only lived here a year and it was Jon and Jan that resided here until long into their retirement years. We walked into this home knowing it was loved. We actually got to meet the owner the day we walked through the open house. We must have been early, and Jan was picking up a few last minute items before she ran out the back door adding “buy our house – it’s a good one!”. During that open house, I could see the potential, it had great flow. But I fell in loved with it for it’s character and charm. The built-ins, the vanity in the guest bath, the decorative hardware, the plantation shutters, they all spoke to me. We could walk our future children to the park. It was beautiful, the home flowed well and I could tell it was well-maintained. There were pictures of their three children, and generations to follow were present not only in photos but inside the walls. They had glow-in-the-dark stickers on the ceiling in each room where their grandchildren had placed them. I chuckled to myself as I removed them, yet kept a couple in place to have our guests enjoy them, too. There was “goo” from all the family photos Jane placed on the wall. And I still have a couple items from the estate sale they held right after we purchased the house.

All these things would be enough to most people, but we got even luckier. We got visited those first years from our previous owners. They would have mail that would still come to our address, and I would chat with them about their (our) home or how they were. It became a friendship, and as we were due with Jack, they came over to give him a blanket. They wanted to know which room Jack would be in, and Jan wanted to see all the changes and even told John, “See, I told you we should have done…” this or that. But because of Jon’s Parkinson’s Disease or maybe because he didn’t want to see the house had changed, he would stayed back and chat with P, sitting in our living room, while I gave the full tour.

Unfortunately, month before Jack’s birth was the last time we saw the owners of this home we now call ours. Because of John’s failing health, they moved to Austin. But we exchange Christmas cards and only have well wishes to send their way.

But I have to tell you, I think of those two often. Not only do we drop their last name for street cred in our neighborhood circles, (even six years later) especially around the long-time homeowners but I think of them in other ways, too. I want them to be proud of us. Like someone in our own family. We have taken something very dear to their hearts and held it tight in our arms, and made it better, yet kept the really really good parts the same. I only hope they feel the same way. As I’m cleaning old knobs I took off of a vanity from a recent master bathroom renovation, I wonder to myself if these are original or if Jane or her daughter picked them out. And, I have grand visions of their life here, cooking Thanksgiving for the masses when they used what’s now our dining and living room as a dining room fit for 13-15 …and with that tiny oven! I think about the pergola and all her chimes and plants, and the backyard that looked so green and lush, which is now overgrown and lacking because we have little ones and no time set aside at the moment to do real yard work. I wonder if they did it all? I wonder if she did it all? I do know there was a Mary Kay area set up for the neighborhood to walk in the back door and pick up product. I do know how amazing organized she has, with everything labeled in the bookshelves to the deep freezer. It’s something I strive for. And, I believe more than one neighbor has a key to our old original front door. I laughed to myself the day our new neighbor came over to introduce herself and then proceed to give us an extra key to our house.

I just marvel in this home and this neighborhood. Sometimes I want more or BIG or squeaky clean and new, but then I remember all this about our little home and am thankful to be the owners of such a treasure of not only our stories but many more from the past, present, and maybe someone else’s in the future. For all the work old homes give us, they are still my favorite. Here’s to another year in a wonderful home making amazing memories with the hubs and my two beautiful babies.

Cheers to 2017, friends! (A little belated)


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We had a pretty big announcement this fall!! It’s been fun conjuring up ideas for the announcement. With a plethora of pumpkins, we went with a simple two step process to make two pumpkins shine.


We found out we were having a baby girl, so I went out and spray painted a little pumpkin pastel pink; then used a Sharpie on the big pumpkin to spread the news.

Baby Girl Announcement PAS

We are all so thrilled to welcome another family member, and a girl in a house household of boys (hubs, jack and two boy dogs) will be awesome! I was beginning to think I was going to be a loner. I’m ready for a little girl!

Baby Girl Announcement

After the announcement I spray painted that big pumpkin with chalkboard paint for the season! Happy Fall, Friends!


one year

DSC_0211It’s been how long? 2 months? Almost 3? Wow. Well, I have had a little quarrel with WordPress. They wanted to charge me for more space on my blog. Apparently, I like to take pictures in full definition and that takes up space. The quarrel was mainly one sided and yes, WordPress won. I gave in, two months later… Sorry for the delay.

Jack turned one back in July. We were able to make a trip all the way to Colorado for the festivities with the hubs’ side of the family, and he had a blast celebrating with his cousins!

1st Birthday

We took full advantage of our environment and the free babysitting! Side Note:I am super jealous of people who live close to family! We hiked…

Hiking Collage

We also took Jack for his first bike ride, and he loved every minute, as did the hubs and I. I just wish I would have gotten some audio of Jack squealing with delight as we road or at least a picture of his cute little body in the Burley. We definitely need one in Dallas! It was so fun getting out every day and just exploring! We biked in Frisco, a town close to Breckinridge and stopped at an adorable coffee shop before we headed back. It was amazing.

Biking Breck Collage

We also went to downtown Breckenridge and made a very needed stop at my favorite eatery! Crepes!!

Downtown Breck

And here’s our man in his final month! Gosh, it just gets better and better doesn’t it?!! He’s a super sweet boy, waves and claps at everyone and is always smiling. Happy 1st Birthday, Jack! I love you.

12 month collageAlso, here’s a link to Jack’s One Year photos. Just put in our last name and you’ll see all the Jack goodness! Enjoy.

10 months

10 months

I love when we travel and go out.

Considering it’s a little more involved with a baby, I appreciate the time we have both as a couple and as a family exploring new sites in our area and around the states.

I absolutely love when we are there, but my extreme love for exploring ends up nearly driving everyone insane from the time we start planning right up to the minute we step foot outside.

Like a worried old man, I become anxious about what we could do with our time or money instead of traveling or going out. Flights are how much? And the closer we get to the travel plans, the more I am plagued by what troubles might ensue, like the clothes I did not think to pack. I end up having trouble actually enjoying the idea of traveling because all I can think about is what I’d forgotten, what I should be wearing, and how everyone else will surely be better prepared.

It’s draining. And my evil powers morphs the mood around the whole house.

The husband hates the days before traveling with me or the hours before we go somewhere because I spend the time erratically scanning the closet or suitcase… Of course, there will be nothing in my closet to wear, or something I had forgotten to purchase for our travels, and then, there is the not-so-profound announcement that I don’t want to go! Then, everyone is depressed that the notion of our travel or going out plans will be ruined.

If mom’s not happy, no one is happy.

BUT everytime the husband manages to talk me off the ledge, and (yep) we have a blast. My anxiety is transformed to complete bliss that we decided to go, to travel, and nothing we “forgot” ever even really affects us; what I’m wearing is usually appropriate, and we manage our finances well enough that we can travel when we want. And I declare next time I won’t do that. Sigh.

This form of pessimism is NOT one of my better traits. And unfortunately, it is not confined to just traveling or going out.

As of late, this misplaced uncertainty has transferred into caring for Jack. Are we prepared enough for his next steps at any given stage?  When he was in the hospital, did we prepare the nursery enough? When Jack was nursing, when do we start pureeing foods for him? Then Jack starting crawling, is the house prepared enough for his newfound mobility? And the list goes on.

With every new milestone, there is anxiety, but as it happens, there’s wonderful serenity in those moments. Until the next one.

A few weeks ago we had to move the floor of Jack’s crib to its lowest level because our nanny walked in to find him standing up with his little chest against the edge of the crib. Laughing hysterically, of course. With the crib lowered, we lost my crib skirt. It seems like decades ago that I sewed that little piece of fabric. (tear.)

Stand in Crib

We also decided to get out the real high chair because the Bumbo freaked me out when we sat it on the table, or anywhere for that matter. Jack would flail about for his feedings, and nothing was safe.




And he has outgrown his infant carrier. His little toes hit the back of the car seat, so we knew it was time. Of course, we read all the reviews and Consumer Reports for every car seat from here to Egypt and finally settled on one.

I also continue to put away his outgrown clothes in the “0-6 bin” with a tearful hug to each and every one of them. Yes, I hug his clothes. Especially his little footed pajamas that seem too small for even Turk to have worn. Labels found here.

0 - 6 mn

Every time I look at him, I keep thinking how vital this time is. That one day he will be asking us to cross the street, sleepover at a friend’s house, then use the car, graduation, and going off to college. After that I will be presented with a girl he will ask to marry. Yes, I think of this often.

This also makes me aware of what a crazy mother-in-law this will make me. That poor, poor girl. Ha.

10 month collage

So, perhaps with these changes, I will resolve to try to be more mindful about staying in the moment. I want to be prepared, but I also want to enjoy all these moments and not let my anxiety take over. I called about Jack’s kindergarten the other day. Yes, I need to stop.

Or maybe I’ll become a hermit and never leave the house with Jack, ever. Options.

Happy 10 months, Jack!*

DSC_0206* no elephants were harmed in the making of this post. 




mother’s day

Mom & Me

This mother’s day has hit me pretty hard. My first mother’s day.

The emotional toll of being a mother myself, compounded with the realization of my own mother’s illness all came to the forefront on this glorious Sunday.

I don’t talk much about my struggles of being a mom without my mom, but it’s a hard one. I often think to myself how I would approach telling God, or whoever implanted an incurable, slowly-wasting-away disease in my mother, that I would take back my youth with her, if only I could implant her in my life today. Because now is when I need her the most. When I would appreciate her the most.

M&J wallet

I would love to talk to her about my missteps as a mom.  I would ask her how she was so loving and patient, ask her how she came up with all of her meal plans and activities, and ask her how she picked her battles with everyone else’s parenting ideas.

I would tell her I’m sorry for taking for granted all those meals she made, lunches she packed, all that laundry she ironed and folded, and all those night she sat with me for just one more story or one more arm tickle.  I would thank her for always staying upstairs because I needed someone on the same floor as me to go to sleep.

I would hug her.

Really hug her, and she would hug back. She would say just what I wanted to hear: what an amazing person, parent, wife, I’ve become. Because that’s what moms do. And I would believe her.


So now, without my mom, I have to go it alone. Without the one pillar in my corner, that most women get to turn to. I will instead, take those visuals and memories I have etched in my mind from my own childhood, and use them to raise Jack. I will try to harness my mom’s ability to make him whole, clean foods, to be patient with him, to read that extra book, sing songs, and hug him. Hug him and kiss him and tell him just how amazing he is. And make sure he too, believes it. Like only a mom can.


Thank you, Mom, for showing me what it takes to become a great mom. I wish you were with us to show Jack what a great grandmother you would be… I miss you, love you, and think of you daily.

Happy Mother’s Day to all those moms out there.


i have a problem

Jack Sleeping

Flipping through my phone I realized I have a problem. I take WAY too many pictures of my kid sleeping. I mentioned here we got the Withings Baby Monitor and we love it. It’s simple to use; all you need is your smart phone or iPad to access your sleeping or rolling-over baby.

Monitor PicsEven when he’s crying, he is cute! I might keep this in his room until he’s eighteen!

JPS - Crib Flip

Happy week, Friends!

MIT part 2

MIT II Cover

There is exactly 3 weeks left for our moms in training before the big run! Our marathon is March 23rd, and I cannot be more thrilled I’ve started this journey. I have felt a broadened sense of emotions while doing this mission. At first, it was just the hub’s coworker’s suggestion. She beat leukemia, she was going to do it, so I said I would, too. I wanted to support her cause, but maybe more so, I wanted to get back into running. It was simple.

Then, that first Saturday meet-up happened. We were introduced to a real mom engulfed in a new world of chemotherapy treatments, transfusions, and statistics of cure. She told her story of her 3-year-old son’s journey and the support team she had through moms in training and Leukemia and Lymphoma Society throughout the process. I was in tears.

This changed things. This was bigger than getting in shape. Bigger than just running. These were lives we were supporting, lives we were helping. This changed my motivation. Changed what I told myself when I laced up my shoes each run.

There are a lot of people affected by cancer daily. I see it a lot in my clinic, too. I tend not talk about my “real job” on this blog, as I consider my blogging world and work world completely different. But my two worlds combine on this mission. I help in the treatment of skin cancer. Yes, a lot of cancers are sun related, but there are many more ways a person can get these tumors. One of the frequent visitors to our clinic are people with blood disorders. We frequently see Non-Hodgkins lymphoma, Hodgkins lymphoma, and Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia (CLL), just to name a few. I talk to these patients now in a different way and think about the underlying fight they have with these diseases.

What an impact this whole process has made. I have been moved by the individuals in my group, the patients I work with on a daily basis, and the amazing support of family and friends who took the time to donate. I thank you, all of you, for your gifts to this wonderful society and am so excited for race day.

If you haven’t donated and would like to, click here, every little bit helps!! Thank you!


Racoon Jack

We were searching for old photos to see just who Jack looks like…. There are a lot of people saying Jack looks like my husband; then there are people that say he looks like me?

I honestly thought he looked like Paul with my “smiling eyes” – when we smile, we lose our eyes – until I got out these pictures. I think Jack got a mighty mix of us both, and I could not be more pleased!


You can be the judge, but we think he’s pretty cute either way! He’s definitely our Jack!

moms in training

Oh running. We have this love/hate relationship. I hate lacing up my shoes or scheduling in the time to run but absolutely love when I finally get myself out the door… and the after effects have me lifted for hours. My friend and I call it running out the crazy. That being said, I was presented with an opportunity to run with other moms. I usually run by myself and listen to a book (try it. you’ll love it.) but this is a new year! I’m a mom. Why not?

The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society hosts a moms in training program which is an awesome trifecta; meet moms, raise money for a great cause, and get into shape/back into a running routine after a baby. Plus, I’ll be scratching another item off my 33 before 33 list! Awesome.

Here’s an informational video that brought me to tears thinking of my own baby, Jack, and the many people diagnosed with cancer each day.

We’re the very first chapter in North Dallas and our team is pretty small, but I’m overjoyed to be part of this amazing team of ladies, moms, powerful women, and worthwhile organization. My goal is to raise $750 – $1000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, all while challenging myself physically. I’ll be thinking of those moms and babies fighting hard and hoping there will be a cure in the near future for these cancers. If you would like to donate, I would absolutely love your support!! Just click – I’m a Running Mama – to help me reach my goal. I’ll be updating you with my training along the way and then after/on race day. We collectively will be running a marathon on March 23rd (as a relay – 6 miles each) and I can’t wait!

Hug your babies a little tighter tonight and pray for all those people waiting for a cure!