One day I realized I was never going to be Mommy of the Year. Maybe it was when I used the wrong sized diapers two months into this parenting gig or perhaps it when I saw a stranger in a restaurant watching me wipe my daughter’s face with my sleeve. Maybe it was never remembering to pack everything in a diaper bag. Or it could have been the realization that texting and feeding are probably not good examples of multi-tasking.

This space of the Internet is where I share the fails, the wins and the everyday moments of a new mom trying to balance a little baby, a wonderful husband and a busy job.

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