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My family exists because of God’s grace and the My family exists because of God’s grace and the heart wrenching sacrifice of two women. It also exists because of the generosity of others. Over the past 3 years, as we’ve welcomed 2 babies into our home and prepared to welcome a third, friends and strangers have stood alongside us and helped us with the exorbitant costs of adoption. We are beyond grateful for this generosity. Our babies needed homes, and you’ve helped give them one.⁣ ⁣ It’s been hard for us to receive this help. It’s always hard to receive help, but it’s even harder when you know so many other women don’t have the same help. Facing an unplanned pregnancy, they don’t know where to turn, and many choose abortion. A few choose adoption. But no one should ever feel like they have to choose abortion or adoption because of lack of support—whether financial or relational. Help is out there.⁣ ⁣ One of our favorite ministries providing that help is the Sisters of Life. They do great work in cities across the country, supporting women facing unplanned pregnancies. They also provide support to grieving post-abortive women. The sisters are some of the most beautiful, loving women you will ever meet, and one of my life’s goals is to radiate even half the joy they do.⁣ ⁣ As of last night, Chris and I have all the funds we need to bring Toby’s biological sibling home. But I don’t want to just use this space to raise funds for our adoption. I want to help moms in need find the help they need. So, for the rest of Lent, I’ll be food blogging to raise money for the Sisters of Life: 3 new meatless recipes a week, over at TheCatholicTable.com. One recipe will be fast, easy, and kid-friendly. One will be allergen friendly (gluten, dairy, and nut free). And one will be kinda fancy. There are no ads on my blog. I make no money from traffic or clicks. And 100 percent of the tips left in my Venmo “tip jar” will go to the Sisters of Life. Head over to Stories later this morning for more details. Or just pretend like it’s 2010 and go to TheCatholicTable.com. 😉 ⁣ ⁣ Thanks for every donation and every prayer offered for the Sisters and the moms they serve.
It wasn’t much. Just a quick, simple brunch afte It wasn’t much. Just a quick, simple brunch after Mass for my family and the family of a good friend (who also watches my boys three mornings a week, while I work). There wasn’t even time for taking good pictures. But I still pulled out my prettiest spring tablecloth, courtesy of @lovely_lady_linens , put some fresh Eucalyptus in one of my old silver coffee pots, and tried my hand at devising a breakfast galette (Brie and Peach, with Fresh Sage). ⁣ ⁣ And you know what? It helped. It helped beat back the end of February blues. It helped life feel normal for just a few hours. It helped me feel like me.⁣ ⁣ The easy thing for me right now is to stay focused on my crazy long to-do list—to plow through my days like a general marching to battle, only doing what’s necessary, not wasting time on inessentials like tablecloths or new recipes. Or, let’s be honest, on friends either.⁣ ⁣ But what’s easy isn’t always what’s best. Not for us and not for the people we love. Life isn’t meant to be marched through. It’s meant to be lived. And that requires doing more than checking items off a to-do list. It requires lavishing love and attention on family, friends, and the other people God sends our way. It requires beauty and good conversation. It requires taking the time to remember to laugh. Brie and Peach Galettes don’t hurt either.⁣ ⁣ We’ve got just over a month left until our family’s life will likely upend itself again. I’m going to try my hardest to keep living life in these coming weeks. Maybe with some new recipes? Definitely with more prayer. And hopefully with some long overdue phone calls to people I love. Who’s with me? What do you need to stop and make time for this week so that you’re actually living life and not just plowing through it? ⁣ ⁣ #catholiclife #houseandhome #ordinarygraces #catholicmom #adoptivemom #smellingtheroses
A year ago this week, we became what the adoption A year ago this week, we became what the adoption world calls a “waiting family.” I had no idea how long we would wait or what the wait would bring. But if you had told me last year, that in February of 2021, we would be waiting for this little boy to become a big brother for the second time in seven months, I would have thought you were off your rocker. But here we are. With a 2.5 year old, a 7 month old, and just 6 more weeks to go before Eleanore Rose Colette makes her appearance. Pray for us friends! For our boys who have so much adjusting ahead. For Toby’s birth mom and dad. For Baby Ellie. For Chris and for me. And if you are waiting right now—for some prayer, some dream, some baby, some person—remember that life can change in an instant. Prayers can be answered and multiplied so fast, they leave your head spinning. God is generous...and full of surprises. 👶🏻👶🏾👶🏻 #waiting #trusting #hoping #andofcourseworryingalittle #hardnotto #adoption #infertility #answeredprayers
Hitting the point with this blasted book, where I Hitting the point with this blasted book, where I want to burn the whole thing and become a kitchen designer. #dreams #almostdone #homestretch #polishingandproofing #writingbooksishard #writingbookswithkidsisharder #anyonewhosaysotherwiseneverwrotebookswhentheyweresingleandchildless #donewhiningnow #timetocook #dearemily #letterstomyselffromtheendoftheworld
I have a million dms to answer. I have a book to e I have a million dms to answer. I have a book to edit. But I am not going to get any of those things done, until I get these thoughts out of my head. Swipe left to read them all. I just couldn’t edit them down to 2200 characters.
Yesterday, I mentioned my slew of deadlines, and g Yesterday, I mentioned my slew of deadlines, and got panicked messages, asking how I do it all. The simple answer is: I don’t. No one does. Every woman getting lots done is making choices, prioritizing, and letting so much go. Or she has help. Or both.⁣ ⁣ I’m both. The only reason I have so much work is because for months, I wasn’t getting much done. The boys’ needs outstripped everything, and big deadlines got pushed back...and back...and back. The book due in 2 weeks was due a year ago.⁣ ⁣ Now, I’m working against the clock because this all has to get done before Ellie arrives. There’s no more wiggle room, so work is the priority for the next 8 weeks. We’ve hired extra help to get me through, and I now have 15 hours of babysitting a week until April. On the weekends, Chris is Mr. Mom. And I’m getting up insanely early. Yesterday, I started at 3 AM.⁣ ⁣ I’m fortunate my husband can do a ton. Same goes for having boys who sleep all night (usually) and being able to afford babysitting. But even with all that, I’m letting a million things go. The house is a wreck. Most nights, dinner is courtesy of Blue Apron or GrubHub. The laundry I washed last week is still in baskets. I go nowhere. I talk to no one. Toby is watching too much TV. We have random Christmas decorations everywhere. I have a knot in my stomach about the messages I haven’t answered and paperwork I haven’t sorted. I haven’t bought a thing for Ellie yet. And I am exhausted all the time.⁣ ⁣ I’m not complaining. Just giving you the lay of the land. I’m so happy with this life. Everything is a gift. I’m grateful for every second.⁣ ⁣ Also, this is just a season. Soon, priorities will shift. Different balls will get dropped. Different balls will get picked up. Life with 3 babies, 2.5 years apart is going to be crazy for a while. It will just be crazy in different ways at different times.⁣ ⁣ And that’s life! It’s always crazy in some way for everyone. But you will make YOURSELF crazy, if you compare your crazy to others’ crazy. Especially the crazy of a stranger on the Internet. We all need help. We all need prayers. So, know I’m offering up one for you, and please, if you think about it, offer one up for me.
My writing garret is coming along. If you ignore t My writing garret is coming along. If you ignore the stack of papers on my desk that is so high it might topple over. And the entire right side of the room, where books are still piled 3 feet high due to the bookcase shortage at @ikea. And the fact that every ounce of today’s progress was made possible by my MacBook giving up the ghost this morning...and taking a day’s worth of book edits with it. 😭😭😭⁣ ⁣ Could my computer have picked a worse time to die? With a book deadline two weeks from today? A baby arriving about two months from today? 7 essays for a Blessed Is She project, 10 Franciscan Magazine stories, 8 2,000 word scripts for a video series, four fundraising letters, and two commencement packages all needing written in the six weeks in between book and baby? Two babies to to keep alive in the midst of all that? And another baby to get ready for?⁣ ⁣ No. Probably not.⁣ ⁣ But half of the office is organized folks, so I’m still calling today a win.⁣ ⁣ #silverlinings. #funtimes #prayforme #anewcomputerisonitsway #seeyouinapril #unlessihavenocomputertomorrow #theniwillshowyoumoreofficepictures #help
I’m not a mystic. I’m an ordinary woman, with I’m not a mystic. I’m an ordinary woman, with ordinary sins, virtues, and graces. But once, in my twenty-sixth year, God gave me something extraordinary.⁣ ⁣ It was a cold night, and I was in a coffeeshop on Capitol Hill—the old Xandos on Pennsylvania Ave. You could find me there most every night, always on the second floor, always reading. That night it was T.S. Eliot’s “The Four Quartets.” At some point, I looked up and glanced around. I saw a middle age couple sipping coffee, the Ethiopian waitress from the bagel shop by my office, a grad student who sat there every night too, and an older man, eating alone.⁣ ⁣ One second, they looked perfectly ordinary, utterly unremarkable. The next, they were shining like the sun. Each was more radiant than a polished diamond. Each was bathed in a light that looked like love. They were perfect. Precious. Sacred. The beloved masterpiece of the Father, made in His image.⁣ ⁣ I wanted to bow down before them. Or hold their hands, kiss their faces, and throw my arms around them. They were so beautiful, so loved. I wanted them to know I saw that. And I wanted them to see it, too.⁣ ⁣ Instead, I wept.⁣ ⁣ Then everything was ordinary again. But nothing was the same.⁣ ⁣ Since that night, I’ve never questioned why Jesus died for us. I’ve also never questioned why Satan hates us. He wanted that glory all for himself, but God shared it with man.⁣ ⁣ Satan’s revenge is to make us blind. He blinds us with fear, envy, wrath, greed, lust, and pride, preventing us from seeing the glory we possess. He also divides us, segregates us, isolates us, making us forget we are all one people, one family, sharing one nature, made in the image of one loving God.⁣ ⁣ I’ve contemplated this vision for 19 years. Always wondering at it. Always falling short of it. But I keep going back to it, learning a little more each year to live in the light of it. I don’t know why God let me see this. But I know I want you to see it, too. I want you to see how absolutely, unequivocally precious and beloved you are. I want you to see the same about every person who breathes. Everyone was made to shine like the sun. Everyone is bathed in the love of the Father. Everyone.
Over the past 2 years, Chris and I have spent our Over the past 2 years, Chris and I have spent our weekends criss-crossing Pittsburgh, picking up breast milk for our babies. Both boys began life with more than the usual number of challenges. Their sister will, too. So this food—that for other babies might not make much difference—has been for ours a great gift.⁣ ⁣ For this gift, we owe dozens of women of all creeds, colors, and political persuasions. Each has offered their milk freely, with no thought of our creed, color, or politics. Each has also offered it joyfully, woman to woman, grateful they can help us feed our babies and watch them grow.⁣ ⁣ This is women at our best—seeing a person, seeing their need, and giving what we have to meet that need, without reservation, hesitation, or judgment. It’s what mothers do. It’s part of the feminine genius. And it’s beautiful.⁣ ⁣ I try to use Instagram in a similar way. I’m not here to judge you or tell you how to use your account. I’m also not here to argue. God respects your freedom. So do I. I’m here to share what I have. And that is my story: how God has moved in my life, what He’s taught me, and where I find beauty, truth, and joy.⁣ ⁣ I share this because that’s the need I see. I don’t see you needing my opinions on politics. Instagram is exploding with opinions. Me adding mine contributes nothing. But I do see you needing hope. I see you needing to know that when God moves, He MOVES. I see you needing imperfect, struggling witnesses to how Christians can suffer, trust, love, and believe in the midst of this broken world. I also see you needing points of connection, signposts of our shared humanity, reminders that we are brothers and sisters who belong to each other, who want to love and be loved, who dance with our children and weep with exhaustion and rejoice over a good meal or a freshly made bed or fat baby cheeks.⁣ ⁣ We are more alike than we are different. And perhaps if we remember that, we could engage each other’s opinions more deeply, more charitably, more fruitfully.⁣ ⁣ So, that’s how I use this account–to share my story and listen to yours. If you want to know what I think about all the rest, you’ll have to come over to dinner. Bring wine.
If anyone wants to know how Mass went today... If anyone wants to know how Mass went today...
Looks like this little girl’s romper I accidenta Looks like this little girl’s romper I accidentally bought last fall might not be going to waste after all. 🎉🎉🎉🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻👧👧👧 #yesitsagirl #weneedmorepink #andmaybesomedolls #andmorepink #thoughteveryonecouldusesomehappynews #andicantkeepthisasecret
I was going to wait on this until next week...but I was going to wait on this until next week...but when I was updating the blog, I forgot that hitting “Publish” also means posting to social media. So....⁣ ⁣ Ever since Chris and I announced last month that we will be adopting Toby’s full biological sibling in April, so many of you have reached out and asked how you can help. The first and most important way is through prayers: for Toby’s birth parents, the baby, us, and everyone involved in this process. ⁣ ⁣ The second way you can help is to get yourself a cookbook. ⁣ ⁣ For those of you who weren’t around here at the time, last January I released an e-cookbook, “Around The Catholic Table: 77 Recipes for Easy Hospitality and Everyday Dinners” to help us fund Becket’s adoption. This January, I’m re-releasing it to help with Baby #3’s adoption. ⁣ ⁣ This 191 page e-cookbook is free to anyone who donates to our adoption fund. The suggested minimum donation is just $10. If you want to give more, you definitely can! If you can only give $5, that is great, too. Every gift counts!⁣ ⁣ For your donation, you’ll receive the e-cookbook, which includes 77 recipes that are:⁣ ⁣ …designed to feed a crowd;⁣ …simple to prepare before guests arrive and with children underfoot;⁣ …for every occasion, from brunches and casual suppers to cocktail parties and cookouts;⁣ …And which (frequently) accommodate common food allergies and restrictions. Most recipes are gluten free and every section but one features recipes that are dairy free, vegetarian, vegan, or nut free. (I can’t in good conscience recommend dairy free risotto.)⁣ ⁣ The e-cookbook also features 7 essays by me, on hospitality, food, hosting, and the art of cooking risotto, as well as 65+ full color photos. ⁣ ⁣ To learn more about the cookbook watch my Instagram stories later today (baby naps permitting).⁣ ⁣ And thank you! As you all know, this adoption was not planned or expected, but this baby is very much wanted and loved, and we trust that God has this covered! Thank you for being a part of our story!
Confession: I used to think St. Elizabeth Ann Seto Confession: I used to think St. Elizabeth Ann Seton was an old fashioned school marm with nothing to teach me, nothing to show me, nothing to give me. She didn’t bear the stigmata like Catherine of Siena or dress down popes and emperors like Hildegard of Bingen. She seemed...boring. So, I focused on those more “exciting” saints and ignored Elizabeth Ann Seton, taking America’s first native born saint for granted.⁣ ⁣ Then, I was asked to write about her. I studied her life. I read her words. And what I discovered was a woman who was anything but boring. I discovered the woman I want to be.⁣ ⁣ Born in a time of disease and political unrest, Elizabeth Ann Seton wanted nothing more than to love her husband, raise her children, and serve her Lord. And she fought for that. She fought to save her husband’s business and later fought to save his life. When she lost those fights, she fought to support her children. She then fought to follow Jesus into the Catholic Church. That fight cost her everything—her friends, her job, her position in society. But she won.⁣ ⁣ She then kept on fighting, overcoming the opposition of bishops and priests to found America’s first order of religious sisters. Her order would carry the light of Christ across a continent. Elizabeth never lived to see that day, though. After burying her husband and 2 children, she died at just 46 years old.⁣ ⁣ I don’t want to die that young. I don’t want to bury my husband or children. But I do want to fight like her. I want to be tenacious in my love for the Lord. I want her faith in God, her trust in His Will, and her loving acceptance of the crosses she bore.⁣ ⁣ Elizabeth Ann Seton was an ordinary woman whose extraordinary faith changed a country. She reminds us all that holiness isn’t about receiving the stigmata or apocalyptic visions. It’s about saying yes to Jesus and following Him.⁣ ⁣ Today, in honor of her feast, the National Shrine of Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton is releasing a new movie about her life (linked in Stories). Do yourself a favor and watch it. Get to know her. Go to her. She may have died 200 years ago, but this country need her example and intercession more than ever. We all do.
2020 isn’t the year that failed me. It’s the y 2020 isn’t the year that failed me. It’s the year I failed. There were tremendous blessings, but also tremendous crosses, and I buckled under those crosses. I’m still buckling. I’m still failing.⁣ ⁣ I’m failing to be grateful.⁣ I’m failing to control my temper.⁣ I’m failing to be patient.⁣ I’m failing to be in the moment.⁣ I’m failing to pay off debt.⁣ I’m failing to stay in touch with friends.⁣ I’m failing to take care of myself.⁣ I’m failing to pray enough.⁣ I’m failing to meet deadlines.⁣ I’m failing to make magic for my kids.⁣ I’m failing to respond to messages.⁣ I’m failing to stay on top of bills, repair calls, doctor appointments, and paperwork.⁣ I’m failing at being a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife, a mother, a neighbor.⁣ I’m just failing.⁣ ⁣ With some things, I’m failing by my own impossible standards. With others, I’m failing by everyone’s perfectly reasonable standards. And I don’t have a pretty bow to put on my failure for this last day of the year.⁣ ⁣ I pray that one day, I’ll look back on 2020 with gratitude. I pray that someday I’ll say this was the year that broke me of conflating my worth with my accomplishments and helped me believe—deep down in my soul believe—that God loves me whether I succeed or fail.⁣ ⁣ But I’m not there yet. If there’s been growth, I can’t see it. Right now, I’m just failing. And feeling guilty every moment of every day about it.⁣ ⁣ Why am I writing this? Not to hear, “You’re not failing.” I don’t need to hear that.⁣ ⁣ Rather, I’m writing this for those in the same boat—those of you who are drowning and overwhelmed and exhausted and just don’t have a lot of good things to say about this year. I want you to know that’s okay. Every year doesn’t have to be a great year. Some years break you, despite all the beauty and blessings they bring. And you don’t have to put a pretty bow on it. You don’t have to pretend it was something it wasn’t. You just have to keep moving forward. You have to keep handing all your failures and sorrow and guilt to God, trusting that despite your imperfections, He will use everything you give Him to lead you closer to Him.⁣ ⁣ Because that’s what God promised to do. And God doesn’t fail.
It took weeks of scrambling to wrap up post-placem It took weeks of scrambling to wrap up post-placement visits and paperwork, but we somehow pulled it off, and just got word that this little man is officially a Chapman!⁣ ⁣ Thank you all for your prayers and support for our crazy journey during this even crazier year. We are blessed beyond words to be this little man’s mama and daddy, and we absolutely never would have been able to receive this blessing without your help. As the New Year begins, we will be having a Mass said for every single one of you who has walked through this adoption with us and supported us along the way.⁣ ⁣ God’s ways are mysterious, and I don’t claim to understand how he works through the brokenness of the world to bring beauty out of it. But I know he does. My boys show me this everyday. And so do you, my wonderful social media community. Thank you. I am so glad and grateful to be a part of your lives in this little way, and so glad and grateful you are part of mine.⁣ 📸 @caitlinrennphotography ⁣ #notgoinganywhere #excepttogetfingerprintedforournexthomestudy #anotheryearanotherbackgroundcheck #pleasestickaround
Another day, another amazing Advent giveaway I get Another day, another amazing Advent giveaway I get to be a part of...but unfortunately not be eligible to win! 😭⁣ ⁣ HOW TO ENTER:⁣ 1.) Go to @catholicholidaygiveaway and follow all the accounts it follows!⁣ 2.) Tag at least 3 friends in the comments below this photo. Each extra tag is an extra entry! One tag per comment please.⁣ ⁣ Giveaway includes:⁣ 1.) @bestillbycaroline Marian earrings⁣ 2.) “ABC Get to Know the Saints with Me!’ book by @bestillbycaroline⁣ 3.) 8x10 Dogma print by @whenbeautymettrurh⁣ 4.) 8x10 John Paul II print by @whenbeautymettruth⁣ 5.) “Catholicism” book (from @lifeasleahknows)⁣ 6.) La Colombe coffee winter gift set (from @therealkatiewaldow 📸: @lacolombecoffee)⁣ 7.) “Theology of the Home” book (from @apostolateofholymotherhood)⁣ 8.) Prayer Journal by @fearlessali⁣ 9.) Christmas print by @fearlessali⁣ 10.) “Theology for Beginners” book (from @dianadivulges)⁣ 11.) “Good News About Sex and Marriage” book (from @dianadivulges)⁣ 12.) Rosary (from @dianadivulges)⁣ 13.) Emmanuel Christmas Devotional by @blessedisshe__ (from @emilystimpsonchapman)⁣ 14.) 10 postcards by Cassie Pease Designs (from @catholicwifecatholiclife)⁣ 15.) $25 e-gift card to Magnolia Market (from @findingphilothea).⁣ ⁣ Giveaway closes on Thursday, December 17th. We will DM the winner. *Shipping to continental United States only* This giveaway is not affiliated with Instagram.
Yes, this is an announcement. No, I’m not pregna Yes, this is an announcement. No, I’m not pregnant. Yes, we are adopting again. No, this was not planned. Yes, I am as surprised as you are. At least, I was, four months ago, when we got the call asking us to adopt Toby’s full biological sibling. That’s right. 4 months ago. The very week we arrived home with Becket. It took 30 minutes for my husband and our adoption attorney to convince me I wasn’t being punked. For so many reasons, we didn’t think this would be possible. But it is. And, God willing, come Easter, we will be a family of five. In case you’re wondering, we are over the moon excited. We also are overwhelmed and a bit terrified. Three under three with the youngest two only 8 months apart is...not what most people plan. But we loved this little baby from the first moment we learned of his or her existence. And there is no way we could ever look our son in the eye and tell him he had a chance to grow up with a biological sibling, but we said no because it wasn’t convenient for us. All that being said, we very much need your prayers for this baby and his or her parents. Toby’s birth parents’ story is not mine to tell. But please believe me when I say that they and the baby desperately need your prayers. It’s been hard keeping this secret for so long. We planned on keeping it a bit longer, but after today we realized we need as many prayers as we can muster for this baby and Toby’s birth parents. And for us. We have 16 weeks to go. This is a high risk pregnancy in countless ways. Like with Toby, I don’t think we’ll get there without your help. Thank you.
One year soon, I will be the mom, running to the g One year soon, I will be the mom, running to the grocery store at 11 pm on December 5, frantic and frazzled, praying to God that I will find a few small chocolate gold coins hiding somewhere on the shelves. But this year? This year I remembered.⁣ ⁣ I bought each boy a book a month in advance. Plus a small toy because how could I not give Becket the sweet little doll that matches his book, and if Becket gets a toy that goes with his book than surely Toby needs one too.⁣ ⁣ Toby arranged all the boots last night—his good ones for Church that he ruined last weekend and the old ones he used to wear and that his cousins before him wore and that Becket now wears. I could only find one of Becket’s at first and was too tired to care about finding the other, but Toby insisted and then proceeded to go dig it out from one of the 100 secret hiding places where he squirrels away his treasures.⁣ ⁣ After the boys went to bed, we stuffed the boots with chocolate...most of which we will eat. And I took a picture. I started to post it on Instagram, but then stopped. I thought of me three years ago and four years ago and every year for so many years before, seeing pictures of little boots lined up on St. Nicholas Eve and crying for the little boots that weren’t lined up in my house.⁣ ⁣ I decided not to post.⁣ ⁣ But then, this morning, as I held one of those babies at 4 am, I changed my mind. Because this was my prayer. For years. Decades, actually. And God answered it. Not late. But in his perfect time. And if you are struggling today and crying today and desperately wanting a little one whose boots you can stuff with chocolate on December 6, I want you to know that God does answer prayers. Sometimes, you do get to hold your prayers in your arms. And they are more wonderful and hard and surprising and exhausting than anything for which you knew to pray. ⁣ ⁣ So, I am posting my picture. And while I sit here in the dark holding my answered prayer, I’m asking God to please, please answer your prayers, too. In his perfect time.⁣ ⁣ #adoption #infertility #adoptivemom #Catholicmom #oldmom #stnicholas #catholiclife
CLOSED!🌲GIVEAWAY!🌲🌲🌲 To celebrate Sain CLOSED!🌲GIVEAWAY!🌲🌲🌲 To celebrate Saint Nicholas Day, we’re giving away TWELVE BOOKS: one for each of the twelve days of Christmas. Swipe to the right to see the book I chose for the giveaway, and head over to @twelvedaysofchristmasbooks to see all the books we're including! TO ENTER: Like this post. Follow ALL the accounts @twelvedaysofchristmasbooks follows. Tag at least 3 friends on this post! Extra friends=extra entries Giveaway closes on Sunday, December 6 at 12:00 EST. Must be 18+ to enter. We will DM the winner. *Shipping to continental United States only* This giveaway is not affiliated with Instagram.
I am at the stage of motherhood where as long as I I am at the stage of motherhood where as long as I start decorating the week before Thanksgiving, there is an outside chance I might actually get half of my pre-kids decorating done by the time December 25 rolls around. #buttheadventcandlesareup #iwouldlikearoundofapplauseforthat #ormaybeaparade #catholicmom #toddlermom #boymom #tirednom
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