I’m Raising Donnie Thornberry and Angelica Pickles

Every day in this house feels like a crossover between The Wild Thornberrys and Rugrats.

One minute, someone’s climbing furniture and screeching like Donnie. The next, I’m being side-eyed by a tiny Angelica with glitter in her hair and a plan for world domination. There’s mud in their hair, snacks in the couch cushions, and a level of chaos that only caffeine, and the occasional “herbal patience” can handle. ☕🌿😅

But honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Motherhood is wild and loud and heartbreakingly beautiful. My girls keep me on my toes and remind me every day that love isn’t tidy, it’s loud, messy, and perfect in its own way.

So here’s to all the moms raising wild hearts and tiny divas, doing whatever it takes to keep the calm in the chaos. 💛