Dance Moms Tuesday

I love Dance Moms; totally one of my guilty pleasures. As a former dancer myself, it reminds me of long night rehearsals, sparkly costumes and awaiting the results at the end of the competition. Dance was a huge part of my life from age six to age sixteen, but thankfully having a “dance mom” was not.

These women are crazy! I don’t know who I’d be more afraid of if I were them…their moms or their dance teacher. Grown women yelling and screaming and cussing in front of their children is just the beginning of it. Pageant moms are equally disturbing, although Toddlers and Tiaras is also on my guilty pleasure TV show list.

Nolan had his six month check-up today and it totally freaked me out. Where has the time gone these past six months? And it’s only going to go faster. I can’t fathom him sleeping in his own room yet let alone going to pre-school or college or getting married!

Ok, maybe I’m getting ahead of myself here. But each day I look at him and he smiles at me or reaches for me, I soak it in. Even days like today, when he’s needy because of his shots or doesn’t want to be put down, I don’t get frustrated; I just hold him and cherish the moment.

“Time goes faster than you think, so don’t blink”- Kenny Chesney

Watching shows like Dance Moms or other reality TV nonsense, I’m learning what kind of mom I am, what kind of mom not to be, and what kind of mom I want to be. This little boy and the future babies to come are our world, and seeing them happy is what will make life worth living.

The doctor says I need to start putting him in his crib and in his own bed, but neither of us are ready for that yet. People have different opinions on this and I’ve heard them all. What works for one doesn’t work for another, and we are both perfectly content this way. I know the day will come and it will just click, but that day isn’t today.

With that being said, I have a little munchkin that needs snuggling.

Sweet dreams y’all 🙂



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