Let’s just talk about the elephant in the room…

…with that being, I know very little about computers, widgets, blogs, journalism, how to crop pictures, or anything else that comes along with creating this blog! However, I’ve wanted to do one of these for so long!! I’m not sure why I didn’t start sooner – but it literally took a friend of mine the other day saying, ‘have you ever thought of creating a blog?’ for me to say, yes! Great idea! I’ll start one right this second!

So here we are…I have no clue if my pictures will look right as you’re reading this or if anything I talk about will be interesting but please keep in mind that I talk to a one and two year old the majority of my day so even a little ‘sounds great Pam!’ in the comments section goes a long way with me. Even if what I’m saying makes no sense.

Can I just say that I feel so Carrie Bradshaw right now? Only I have two babies napping upstairs and I’m sitting in old maternity leggings that are pilling like you wouldn’t imagine with $10 slippers on and a new Athleta sweatshirt I got for Christmas. (My fancy sweats that I typically save for special occasions)

I guess this is more my introductory post rather than having any real content. That part will come, I promise.

So, what’s with the picture of some curtains?

Glad you asked.

When I was pregnant with our daughter, my mom wanted to give everything she could to her first born grandchild that she waited so long for. I literally found a children’s book the other day from 2006 (9 years before I even got married) that she addressed to her future grandchild and signed it – Love, Grandma…(that was a ‘fun’ find…it’s always nice to get super emotional when you’re in the crawlspace of your basement putting Christmas decorations away…as if I’m not already on edge thinking I’m going to find a dead body in there)

She was obsessed with our kids before she even met them and they both adored her, even in that short time they were able to be with her. She made our daughter these curtains for her room that are still hanging and I’ll keep forever. I took this picture about 2 months after she had passed away on a day that just sucked. The kids were playing in the room next to me and I was in the thick of that time after someone dies where reality sets in and there’s nothing you can do to change your circumstances. Not fun. BUT…as I’m sitting there feeling sorry for myself, my dad and brother, my kids for not having her in their lives, the sun started coming through the clouds on that dreary January day and I snapped this beautiful shot, through the curtains my mom had lovingly made-  and for some reason, it reminded me that I still have a lot of life to live down here and there’s no way my mom would want me sitting around sad all of the time. This day was kind of a turning point for me and my mindset with everything and it was shortly after this that I decided to start up the Facebook fitness page to try and help others who may be going through similar experiences!

So on that somber note – thank you for reading my first post!

All kidding aside – I’m SO excited to connect with you in this way and am even more excited to share things I’ve learned through experiences I’ve been through. Can any of you relate to losing a family member while having little kids?

Be in touch soon,

Pam xoxo


Quick intros!

I am so proud of this picture! For many reasons, but I’d have to say up there close to the top is that I was able to color coordinate our outfits like all of the moms who really have it together do for their family pictures! I love how when my hair is down and I have makeup on, my kids look at me so confused like, ‘who are you and what have you done with our mom?’ That’s my daughter’s face in this picture.

I love my family and am always so proud to show them off! Well, that’s until tantrums started in Target in which case I pretend that I’m the kids’ babysitter and not their mom. Which is surprisingly (or not so surprisingly?) believable considering I’m always in sweatpants with no makeup and my hair up. Aka I look like I’m 17.

Our daughter is 2 and our son is 1 and while it can get pretty crazy with them being so little, the bond they already have is amazing to watch. I love how they’ll be so close as they grow up together!

My husband is one of the hardest working men that I know – along with my dad and brother. I couldn’t be prouder of him and all he’s accomplished – but nothing tops watching him be a dad to our kids. I love every second of it.

I’ll be talking a LOT more about everyone in future posts…more to come!