Hey, There. I'm Sadie.
I have a beautiful family. I know, EVERYONE has a "beautiful" family. Everyone's biased. I am, too. I'm biased, but I'm right.
My daughter, Amber Nora, is now a 4-month-old bundle of cute. That scrunchy little creature now looks like this:
And, to clarify, yes: Her name is Amber Nora. Not Amber. No, I'm not just using her middle name to be cute and southern and sassy. Though, technically, all of the aforementioned do apply. She is named for my late mother and my husband's late grandmother.
I grew up spoiled. Like rotten milk. Or whatever is in the vegetable drawer of my refrigerator. Did those used to be carrots? I'm not sure. Point is, they're spoiled. Perhaps I wasn't quite on the level of mystery-veggie-mush, but I definitely had my week-past-it's-expiration-date-milk moments. I didn't do much in the way of chores as a kid. I had this whole routine where whenever my dad asked me to do any chores, I threw a hiss-fit about something completely unrelated (Do you remember that time you accidentally ran over my heel with the cart at the grocery store? THAT HURT LIKE A BITCH. And NOW you expect me to TAKE OUT THE TRASH?? You are the worst parent ever and I hate you!) and then I would storm up to my room with the satisfaction that I successfully evaded chore-time. This is why I'm afraid of my daughter growing up. Seriously. No interest in having a teenage girl. None. But I digress.
I have a long way to go, as far as being a mother and a wife. I have a lot to learn about cooking, maintaining a house, entertaining a baby. But I have high aspirations and I'm constantly grateful to be a mommy in a pinterest world. Whereas many see it as an increase in competition, I see it as a huge network of help and ideas that I use in my day-to-day life. So here it goes. These are my adventures, opinions, ideas, endeavors in raising Amber Nora...And everything else.
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