Nancy Mitchell

Why do we call the color blue, blue? What makes it blue? Why isn't chocolate called broccoli? And how am I going to explain these things to our little boy who will surely want to know the in's and out's of all things if he's anything like his daddy.

See, this whole thing started pretty innocently. My husband of 10 years and I met in high school. In Anatomy class, ironically. He saved me a seat every day and saved my grades accordingly. He went off to join the Air Force and I finished high school. During the summer after my graduation, I moved to Arizona from Michigan to live with my Mason. We got married the next year in Las Vegas. It was epic:)

We moved from Phoenix, Arizona to Colorado Springs, Colorado in 2010 and will be moving who-knows-where in May 2014.

We both earned our bachelors and masters degrees and decided that we were ready to embark on the whole parenting thing.

So, a month after we started not preventing pregnancy, we conceived our little chicken nugget and had an amazing pregnancy. We both laughed and cried and gained lots of weight.

Then our little precious gift was born, punctually, on his due date, March 30th, 2013. Apparently, everyone knows how difficult parenting is, but according to everyone I've asked, they say that no one would have children if they knew how shitty it is sometimes. Well, I am breaking the silence so people can be prepared when you are so sore you can't get off the couch for a week and you have to take care of a screaming pooping newborn.

During the first few weeks, I felt isolated, emotional, crazy, in physical pain, and pretty much the gammut of any feeling one could have. Being a military family, we don't have family around and being so sleep deprived, I didn't think to even ask anyone for help.

If I (or my blog) can be that ray of sunshine in somone's dark day, my efforts have paid off. We all need real talk, and it just happens to be my forte.

I love my precious little baby, but he has earned many nicknames including "mommy's only child" for a reason. I think parenting has an ebb and flow and effort that is unlike any other type of "difficult" anyone has ever faced.

I am a proud breastfeeding mother, who made an incredible human with my amazing life partner. I dabble in cloth diapering, unfinished crafts, pop culture, and modern parenting necessitites. I don't claim to be perfect, but I sure do try pretty damn hard.