Full disclosure- if you’re coming here to actually learn something about being a mom, you better just keep on moving through the www because you’re certainly not going to find anything useful here! I’m not even going to pretend that I know how to be a good mom yet, but I have made a few observations about motherhood along the way.
I no longer have time to get cute with my blog posts, so we’ll keep things pithy and get right to it. There are babies to tend to, you see. If I leave them unattended for more than 2.5 seconds, this is what happens:

1. Celebrate the small wins; ignore everything else. Around 3.5 months of age I ventured out of the house all by myself with Charlie and Sloane. We had to go Target, Fresh Market, and the butcher. This may sound like no big deal to you, but if you have kids (and especially if you have twin babies) you know this is huge. Did I mention I don’t yet drive an SUV, so as you mommas are visualizing me taking two carseats out of the car, putting them in a stroller, taking them out of the stroller, and putting them back in the car (8 lifts per baby), add to that the fact that I have to load the stroller in the trunk of a car each time. Good times. Anyway, the very first time I set out for this little adventure I had made all my lists (yes, I needed a list), packed my diaper bag to the brim, fed the little Franks nice, big bottles, and headed out. Two hours later we made it back without a single peep! They slept the entire time. I felt like I could conquer the world. Seriously. I was literally running around the family room doing a happy dance when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized, to my horror, that I had been running around town with my pants on inside out. I stopped doing the happy dance for just a minute, but then I decided that it was still warranted. I had just dragged two very tiny babies in and out of stores, bought groceries, and made it home safely. Who cares if everyone I encountered saw what size of yoga pants I wear? Celebrate the small wins. Ignore the fact that your pants may or may not be inside out.

2. (More of an observation) Being a mom makes you fearless. Just the other night I was sitting on the floor next to Sloane folding laundry while she was grabbing links in her baby gym when I noticed a spider crawling across her stomach. Without a millisecond hesitation I grabbed the wretched thing and before I could even register what I was doing I had smashed it between my fingers. As much as I hate to admit it (because it’s such a cliche), I am terrified of spiders. I can tell you with complete certainty that if I saw one crawling on my husband I would run the other way screaming (sorry, Mr. Frankel). The whole “momma Bear” phrase is no joke. Mess with my children, and things will get ugly- as in smashed spider legs on my fingers yucky.

3. Do what YOU think is right. This is the closest thing to real advice that you’ll get from me. If I’ve learned anything since I’ve become a mom it’s that there is more than one way to raise your children. There. Is. No. Right. Way. People get uneasy when they someone else doing it differently- especially if they feel their parenting methods are being challenged in some way. All I can tell you is that if other moms love their children even half as much as I love mine, then there is nothing to question. We each do what we think is best for our families, and we base those decisions off of the information we have- most of which is probably gut instinct. Do what you think is right, and don’t apologize for it.

I actually do have more to say on this topic, but I have bottles to wash, and itty bitty jammies to fold. Sound glamourous? Perhaps not, but I can promise you there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing.
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