Simple Meals + Honest Book Reviews + Practical Living
Today we’re diving into Here One Moment by Liane Moriarty — an author I’ve loved for years. So loved, in fact, that when I saw she had released a new book, I bought it instantly without reading a single word of the description. I just clicked purchase, confident I was in for another hit.
Spoiler alert: I did not love it… which is exactly why I’m excited to talk about it.
I truly love being a stay-at-home mom. It’s a role I treasure—one my husband and I both deeply value—and I feel incredibly blessed to have the gift of choice in living it out. My children, my home, this daily work of motherhood—it all means the world to me.
But I’ve learned that peaceful days don’t appear out of nowhere. They’re built, one choice at a time. I don’t follow a rigid schedule, but instead I hold a loose rhythm in mind, with a set of quiet goals that bring order, beauty, and steadiness to the hours we share at home.
If you’ve ever opened your phone’s photo app, scrolled for five seconds, and immediately felt overwhelmed—this episode is for you. Organizing family photos is one of those projects that feels emotionally loaded and logistically impossible. Thousands of images. Multiple devices. Years slipping by. And the quiet fear that if you don’t deal with it now, you never will.
The good news? This is a big task—but it’s also completely doable when broken into small, humane steps. In this episode, I walk through a realistic, step-by-step system for organizing family photos in bite-sized chunks, without perfectionism or burnout.
I’m writing this on a Tuesday that should have been my kids’ first day back at school after winter break… but winter had other plans. We’ve been snowed in since Friday afternoon, school is canceled, groceries are dwindling, and I have zipped/unzipped snow pants, boots, jackets, hats, mittens, gloves, and an extra sweater on three toddlers approximately 9,000 times in the last three and a half days.
I haven’t worn makeup. I haven’t left the house. My espresso pod supply is at DEFCON 2. Delivery trucks can’t reach us anyway. We are truly just existing right now.
Add in a two-week cough so violent I pulled the muscles between my ribs, and you’ve got my winter-break vibe. ✨ But while my husband plays with the kids in the snow (for the 15 minutes that will inevitably last), I’m writing this post.
Today’s post is all about surviving—and maybe even thriving—through life with a newborn and a two-year-old. It’s my third time walking through this wild, tender stage, and I wanted to share what’s helping: the real-life rhythms, honest moments, and little survival strategies that keep me grounded. If you’re in it too, I hope this feels like a deep breath and a reminder that you’re not alone.
So the other day, our aunt had asked me what my morning routine looks like getting four kids, six and under, out the door on a school day. As I was telling her about it, and she had this look of horror and fascination and just pure awe on her face. And so I thought I would make a really fun, interesting episode / post to share with you today.