The Irony of Being a Mom Blogger

The one thing that makes you great happens to be the one thing that stands in your way of greatness. Make sense? Absofreakinlutely!

I’ve always been enamored with writing ever since I can remember. When I was little, I wrote stories about my Barbies and movie scripts for my Barbies. Yep, I’ve always enjoyed it. Writing was never a bad thing to me. In high school, my friends would moan & groan about writing papers and I loved writing papers. I’m an English major – sue me.

Throughout the years my biggest issue has been what do I write about. I’ve been minimally interested in so many different hobbies that none stood out. Then I became a mom about five years ago and everything changed. Blogging was the wave of the social media moment and motherhood was ruling my life. Writing and motherhood. Writing and motherhood. Computer keys and baby bottles. Sleepless nights and too many ideas. Of course! I will be a mom blogger. In 2008, MommyQ was born and it has been a blast!

And what stands in the way of blogging daily and turning a simple WordPress site into a magical fantasy world of revenue and recognition? Your children! I have lots of ideas for blog posts that never get written. Why? Being a mom takes priority. I, like most mom bloggers, have discovered irony is a funny little beast. So you see, my first comment is totally accurate. What makes you great can easily stand in the way of your greatness. I gotta run now…my baby is climbing the bookcase…again…

Baby Ink: The Right to Tattoo Your Kid


A 7-year-old wants a gang tattoo just like his daddy. Awe, that’s so sweet. So daddy holds him down while he gets it. Hmmm, are we liking this parental freedom or not? I’m sure you can guess what the story is about, but now it is going to a judge. Is tattooing your minor a form of permanent disfigurement that can land a parent in jail with a life sentence? Maybe it’s something less than a mayhem charge? That remains to be seen.

This case made international news because a father, along with a fellow gang member, tattooed his 7-year-old son. Yep, a quarter-size pawprint that represents a dangerous gang in Fresno, the Bulldog, was forcibly placed on the child’s hip. The child did want it, but the reality of the painful process seems rather abusive.

The defense attorney is arguing the idea that routine circumcisions are equally painful, so getting a tattoo is no worse. Right, right, right. So getting a circumcision in the hospital when you’re a tiny newborn is just as bad as getting a gang tattoo that will last a lifetime. Then again, parents can pierce their baby’s ears easy-peasy. Is it really that different? We’ll soon find out.

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Fundraiser: Cast Your Vote!


Vote for cute kiddos and support a worthy cause! It’s easy and fun to donate to the Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep foundation. By participating in the National Charity Model Search, you can also support Austin photographer, Kelli Hierholzer with Fancy Pants Photography. One vote costs $1 and proceeds are donated to NILMDTS. Check out these cuties here and here!

If you haven’t heard about NILMDTS, it’s an incredibly touching foundation. They provide a helping hand and healing heart to families who lose a baby shortly after birth. In the midst of grief, confusion and pain a family might not think to photograph their baby. NILMDTS offers gentle and beautiful photography to capture short, yet cherished lives. With a network of over 6,000 volunteer photographers in the US, the foundation offers comfort in a unique and lasting way.

Pimping a Pink Potty

Potty Gets BlingyAs a mom with two boys, I never get to do anything fun with pink and faux rhinestones. My world is blue. Blue shirts. Blue shorts. Blue shoes. Blue sheets. Blue, blue, blue and maybe a few shades of green.

I have a word of advice for moms with boys. Spend some time with pink. Do something girly and fun that you might never get the chance to do otherwise. Today I “blinged” a hot pink Baby Bjorn potty. I’ve never blinged anything before, so it took me a little while to figure it out. Now, many tacky cheap gems later, I’m somewhat of an expert. The potty is cute and will certainly serve its promotional purpose. And on a bright note, I got to play with glittery shiney stuff!