Sunday Dinner 12/17

Here’s a quick recipe for dinner that I whipped up on my IG story. Follow my page to stay up to date with new posts!

Shopping List:

  • Chicken breasts
  • Shrimp
  • Pasta
  • Veggies (your choice)
  • Oil
  • Paprika
  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • Butter
  • Minced garlic
  1. In a nonstick pan heat up a tablespoon of oil to medium/high heat. In a medium pot boil water with a pinch of salt and a teaspoon of oil.

2. While oil is heating, clean and season your chicken generously on both sides. I suggested a few seasoning above, it’s up to you.

3. Throw in minced garlic when the oil is warmed and quickly add your chicken so that the garlic does not burn.

4. Cook the chicken evenly on both sides (about 5-7mins depending on the cut). While the chicken cooks the water in your pot should boil and you can throw in about 2 cups of pasta.

5. When the pasta has fully cooked, put it in a bowl to toss it with butter and garlic. Depending on your veggies cook them once your pasta is al dente.

6. Remove the chicken from the pan and throw in your shrimp with butter and MORE garlic. I used cooked shrimp so it was heated in the blink of an eye.

7. You can toss together all your cooked food or serve them together on one plate.

8. Enjoy!

Baby Prep

Clearly this isn’t my first time on the “baby train”. With an 8 year old and 2 year old, I’ve been a frequent passenger. As I get closer to my due date in March, I want to plan and prepare for this baby like no other. I know that my other kids will be understanding when the new baby comes, but there will still need to be a lot of adjustments that need to be made so the transition isn’t too rough.

For starters, the first couple months are usually the roughest. I always tell myself to sleep when the baby sleeps and that almost never happens. To prepare for this mentally, I’m already practicing staying up late and operating on a few hours of sleep. Okay this “practicing” hasn’t actually been intentional, but the way my back feels on top of y mind racing, I don’t have much of a choice.

I’ve been proactively preparing freezer meals that I can thaw and serve for dinner. I’m not concerned about breakfast because my family can eat cereal like it’s nothing and everyone’s pretty much a fan of French toast sticks. Lunch is also easy because all I’ll want is a sandwich; if they don’t want it too bad! Nine months without lunch meat is almost as bad as nine months without wine, but that I can handle the latter a little easier.

Thank goodness that it’s almost winter. Clothes and like have been sprinkled in the mix over these past couple months, but I really plan to stock up on more things in January during those lovely midwinter sales. Long sleeve onesies, pants, and more. That also includes a few more blankets and towels to add to the collection.

Furniture, diapers, and bottles are on reserve. We’ll probably get a new mattress for the crib, clean it out, and raise the height. I was looking into bassinets, but I didn’t find anything too appealing via Amazon, Target, or Walmart. If you have any suggestions, please share in the comments.

I’m probably missing a few things, but don’t worry I’ll make a list in the coming weeks to make sure everything’s accounted for.



Hey everyone!
It’s been awhile. I’ve been busy, busy, busy. We found out that baby number three is arriving in March and we can’t wait! I know what you’re thinking: You can’t wait for sleepless night, changing more diapers, and an unpredictable schedule?? Well, that’s already my life right now. 

My son just turned two and that’s not too far from the whole newborn experience. He did, however, start sleeping in his “big boy” toddler bed. Literally, I went in his room one night and his father had put him in the toddler bed. I was prettyyy much in shock and quickly walked (ran) out of the room, but it was about time so I let it slide. He already sleeps on a cot at day care so it’s the same experience he’s used to, just for a longer stretch of time. 

So far so good! He loves his Lion King bed set and the fluffy throw I put on him to make sure he’s securely on the bed. The bed has short railings at the top, but I wouldn’t be a real mom if I didn’t worry about something. 

I’ve also got back to this whole career thing, so that I can secure my level 2 certification. Grad school is my new best friend (ugh)! It’s actually not too bad because the program is completely online, it’s just hard to write papers and and read discussion board posts after long days at work. (I already talked about the long days that teachers have.) Oh and let’s not forget about the required readings and additional research. I hope that I can keep up the momentum and finish in no time (2 years is nothing right??). Atleast my student loans are deferred!

The holidays are around the corner and we’re excited to decorate with the kids. Not sure too much about Thanksgiving plans, but as long as I have a plate with stuffing, dirty rice, and macaroni and cheese- my day will be made. Sorry, I don’t really need anything else in my life (maybe some greens, don’t really crave such things these days). 

My husband insists that we purchase a real Christmas tree, but I’m not sure I’m prepared for that. Everyone that I’ve talked to says NOT to buy a real tree. I guess we’ll see what happens in a couple weeks. I saw some cute tree decorations, but we have yet to pick a theme (time is ticking). Gold and white is definitely an option or we could go the traditional route with red and green. TBD. 

I hope life is treating you all as well. Stay warm during this fall season. 



There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,

Its pain runs so deep. 

I look in the mirror, not really sure of what I see. 

The color of my skin pops out at me. 

Ears, eyes, nose, mouth-they’re all regular. 

The skin, the skin is what they all see. 

It’s different from their’s, a precursor to my dreams. 

They see me and assume, they hear me and laugh. 

Who I am is different, put that on blast. 

Don’t define me by my skin. 

Don’t wrap me in a box. 

Let’s agree to differ, my soul is wrought. 


The wind howling so loudly as your footsteps echo across the wooden floor. You ponder a snack as you head towards the kitchen door. Morning will come soon and you need your rest. The struggles of this word are causing you some stress. Life can be so simple, yet so complicated. The “easy” life only seems real in books and on magazine covers. 

It’s such false advertisement to sell the world on dreams that might never come, but you still hold tight knowing that you aren’t done. Seeing the world from different perspectives, gives you a lense that others may never experience. The gift comes with the pain. 

Mosey on back to bed and remember your purpose. Nothing in life is too hard that you can’t get through it. Nothing about life hasn’t happened already. Turn this page in the book and flip forward to the ending where there is happiness. 

My mission #momsonthemove

I want to share with everyone why I’m here, for new and old readers of my blog. I’m here to tell my story and show other people that they can weather their storms too! I went from your average “teenage mom” to a wife, educator, and blogger. People didn’t think I would do anything positive after my daughter, that was supposed to be my down fall. Too bad HE had another plan.

When I had my daughter I was seventeen years old, a high school senior, with little to no experience with babies. From the moment I found out that I was carrying a gift, I busted my butt to make sure I made every doctor’s appointment, WIC appointment, and any other appointments for myself and my baby. Nobody told me this is what I had to do, but thank God for Google, I knew I had to take care of myself in order for my child to be healthy.

Fast forward to after I had my daughter. I returned to my high school, only to find out that I might not be graduating. After all my hard work, my dreams started slipping away. They said I was missing a gym credit that was mandatory for graduation. Okay, gym, really? I thought. Thank God my mother/biggest support/lawyer attended this meeting with my vice principal and we came up with a lin “amicable” solution: I would 1st period gym at 7am every morning for a whole quarter.

I was scared. I was already up with my new baby at quarter to six, now I would have to break her sleep even earlier? I agreed to the solution anyway and hoped that I could work this new schedule out with my sitter. My sitter, my life saver, a 3rd grandmother to my daughter. Her name was Ms. Renay, recommended to me by a friend. As soon as I told her what happened she was appalled, “They want you there at what time? Don’t worry, you know Chelsea is my girl. It’s not an issue.” My heart melted. She could have easily said no and turned me away.

When that aweful semester had finally ended, I could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I could focus on the college applications I had submitted and finding another job, in addition to the part time one I was working. I applied to local schools so I could stay close to my baby and the cost would be lower. As I got my acceptable letters, followed by financial letters, the fear set in again. My mother had raised me ALL HER LIFE ON HER OWN and now we had to fill out my FAFSA and see how we were going to do this.

Prior to my pregnancy I was able to visit many colleges in the Philadelphia area, other parts of the state, and New England. My top choice for school was actually the University of Connecticut. I loved their school spirit, their academic rigor, and the distance from home. I wanted to get away. When my big news came, my top choice for college became Chestnut College for its proximity to the city and small class sizes. Once I got my financial aid letter, I knew I wouldn’t be able to go. Their tuition was double/triple the average tuition for the area and I didn’t have a kidney to sell to do so. Drexel was just as expensive, as well as Lasalle.

I had all these options, but Temple just seemed right. My mom was alum, graduating in the later 80s, it was not far from my grandfather’s home, and I could easily access to broad street line or buses to travel to and from home. Oh, let’s not forget about the price. It was just right: we still had to take out loans to finance my education, but it seemed easier to pay 12,000 per year versus 24,000, or 32,000.

I thought I was right in. Another letter addressed to me said based on my SAT scores I would be required to complete a Summer Bridge Program prior to my official acceptance into the college. It was bologna! No other college offered my conditional admission, what made them so different? I was annoyed more than anything, but I signed up and attended the program anyway because I wanted to show them that I was an asset to their school.

Summer Bridge wasn’t easy. It was a month long hybrid college experience. We had papers, assignments, projects due concurrently. It seemed designed to make or break you. Some rose up to the challenge, some were unable to catch up to the pace. In the end it made us all build a bond like no other. I’m still in touch with people from the program, still seeing their growth and progress.

The irony in the program’s design was that it made you more prepared to tackle your first college course like no other. I remember telling other freshman in my courses where to find buildings on campus, how to do certain things, and giving th advice. I was a Temple expert, thanx to Summer Bridge. That experience led me to many on campus positions and programs. I mentored other freshman in seminar courses, worked with adults with disabilities, students housing, Diamond Leader, student conduct board member, and I even applied an obtained an academic scholarship. The list goes on and on, but it’s always those things that seem like they set you back that actually set you up for greatness!

I can’t say it enough. I’m here for others. My work, this blog is not selfish. Read my story, know that you are not along. The trials and tribulations you are going through are only a test. Be true to yourself and go for what you want. If I can do it, anyone can.

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