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Happy New Year, everyone! I have lots of goals (let’s not call them “resolutions” LOL) for myself this year when it comes to my website and my writing in general. I am very excited about the year ahead!
The first thing I need to do is overcome this writer’s block I have been struggling with. I have TONS of ideas for articles, but have to find time and focus to sit down and write them. I did write two articles this weekend, so I’m hoping that’s a good sign. Looking forward to sharing new pieces with you in the near future. Please continue to check out my “Published Work” page to see my latest.
Wishing you all the best in the year ahead! Here’s to an amazing 2017!
With all the tension buzzing around us leading up to today, I figured we could all use something to lighten the mood.
Well, I am thrilled to announce that I was chosen as one of the 11 funniest parents on Facebook this week by Sarah Maizes for The TODAY Show! Crazy, right??? I can’t believe it either!
I am honored to be selected alongside these other funny parents this week. Not sure if I am worthy, but I’ll take it. Check out my post and all the other funnies from this week here!
“Like” me on Facebook at www.facebook.com/miacarellawriter.
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EDITED TO ADD: I am proud/honored/shocked to announce that since this post I have been included on this list of funny parents again! Thanks, Sarah Maizes and The TODAY Show!
Check out the other lists below!

It has been a while since I have posted on here, and for that I apologize. If you know me or have read my most recent published articles, you know that September was kind of a big deal for me and my family.
My oldest child started kindergarten on September 1st, after months of planning and prepping and IEP-ing with the school district. This was not an easy day for mama. As I watched that bus pull away I was so proud, yet I felt so vulnerable. My “heart” rode off with an anxious smile on her face, ready to embark on a new adventure.
She had a great day and has had 41 more great days since then. Together, we have adjusted into a new routine. Although there is always work to be done as a special needs parent, things are going very well.
Less than a week after my “baby” girl started kindergarten, my actual baby boy turned one. How did this happen? It has been a whole year since I labored my little man into the world on Labor Day 2015?!? Time really does fly. It is truly hard to believe. It is so rewarding, but a little sad, to watch him get so big so quickly. Even though he is on the verge of toddler-hood, I will keep him as my baby as long as I can.
Now, you can probably see why I have been little distracted and a lot emotionally exhausted over the past few months. As we have settled into our new normal, I have started submitting more articles for publication and hope to post here more regularly.
I would love to hear from you in the comments! Knowing someone is actually reading this will be great motivation for me to keep on writing.
See you all again soon!



The term “mom hair” is often used to refer to a very short haircut, as it is stereotypically assumed that most women chop their long locks off after having a baby in order to be lower maintenance. This implied phenomenon was even the topic of a frivolous, and somewhat offensive, article in the New York Times back in June. However, this is not what “mom hair” means to me.
To me, “mom hair” means hair that is way too long and far too neglected. I have not had a haircut since before my second child was born. He is a year old now. To be exact, he is 54 weeks old. My haircut is about 56 weeks.
To me, “mom hair” means no style, no blow out, no color or highlights. It is just a collection of air-dried, boring tresses that keep my head warm.
To me, “mom hair” means a pile of this long, boring (and often unwashed) hair tied up into a messy bun atop my head in order to avoid the tight grip of little baby fingers.
To me, “mom hair” means not being treated with keratin or moisturizing masks, but with an occasional application of dried baby cereal or spit up. Or worse.
So, even though at first glance you may not think I have “mom hair” by the universally accepted definition, I most definitely do. And I wear it proudly, as we should all wear our “mom hair” no matter what that means for you.


In just a matter of days, my baby is going to become a kindergarten student. I cannot believe where the time has gone. I am still in a little bit of denial, as we still need to complete school supply and school clothes shopping. Maybe if I stick my fingers in my ears and say “la la la” loud enough, I won’t have to accept this inevitable truth.
Today on Parent.co I have shared a letter to my daughter about my thoughts and feelings on this huge milestone (for both of us). I hope you enjoy it. ♥
“To My Baby Girl, As She Begins Kindergarten”
Dear Daughter,
It’s hard for me to believe, but in a few short weeks you’ll be starting kindergarten. You’ll be packing up your little Pottery Barn Kids back pack and climbing the stairs onto the yellow school bus that will take you to your next big adventure.
I will not let you see it, but I am having a hard time. Mixed with the happiness I feel for you are pangs of sadness and nostalgia for times past.
You see, daughter, you are my baby. I know, I know. Baby brother is here now to take that title, and yes, you are a big girl. But, to me, you will always be a baby. My baby.
You are my first born. Many sleep deprived nights of new motherhood were spent rocking you. The first panicked call I made to the pediatrician was about you. My first time planning a preschool play date was with your best buddy. All your firsts are my firsts as a mommy.
Now, as we prepare for the big day, I am also thinking about all the new firsts to come…
To read the rest of my letter, please visit Parent.co here.
In honor of my son’s first trip to the beach…
What a difference a year makes.
Last year this time I was sweating by the ocean, my belly round as a beach ball, with you kicking and rolling inside me. This year, I am sweating by the ocean as I try to keep you contained from rolling across the sand.
Last year this time I was exhausted from merely walking the steep incline of the sand dune as a pregnant lady. This year I am exhausted from lugging the piles of beach equipment that have increased exponentially since last summer.
Last year this time all my attention was focused on one little person as she splashed in the water. This year I watch as that little person plays alongside another who is enjoying the sand and salt water for the first time.
Last year this time I was mommy to one little spitfire with a contagious grin. This year I am mommy to that little spitfire plus a round little cherub with a smile for days.
Last year this time I thought my heart was full with mommy love. This year my heart feels stretched to its limit.
Last year this time I didn’t truly understand what I had been always missing. This year I realize that what our family needed was you all along.
What a difference a year makes. ❤️

Ever since my adolescent years, I have been a huge fan and advocate of sleep. In high school, I would look forward to an afternoon nap and sleeping in on weekends. In college, my love of sleep and napping grew stronger. When my roommate and I would have the expected late nights, we would make sure we caught up on our sleep the next day. We even crafted our own creative “do not disturb” signs for our siestas on the white board that hung from our dorm room door. Post-college working life and motherhood did not change my feelings towards sleep. I now just have to be a little more creative with when I find time to get it.
My sleep habits have often left me to be the butt of jokes amongst my friends. When I was working and would have a day off, a common welcome back question would sarcastically be, “Did you have a nice nap yesterday?” I am often tagged in sleep memes and jokes on Facebook, such as, “I like big naps, and I cannot lie” and “The 30-day napping challenge: Are you up for it?”. My relationship with sleep has never been a secret.
The connotation of someone who enjoys and indulges in sleep is that they are lazy. I have often felt ashamed to fess up to nap-taking, especially now as a stay-at-home mom. Since I am no longer “working” (don’t even get me started!), I feel guilty to admit to my husband and my working friends that I was able to nap on a given day. Everyone knows moms of young children struggle to get enough sleep. Infant feeding schedules, chasing toddlers and completing household chores can leave little time to catch some shut-eye. It is almost expected that moms be sleep-deprived. It is commonplace to find moms of young children comparing how little sleep they got the night before. In fact, it is seen as a badge of honor of sorts – less sleep equals harder working.
As someone who loves and desperately needs sleep to function, I have to disagree with this way of thinking. Early on I realized running on little to no sleep would not work for me, so I found a way to supplement the lack of nighttime rest. However cliché, if I am tired, I do sleep when my children are sleeping. I know this is easier said than done. There is always laundry to do, toys to be put away and rooms to be vacuumed. To me, those things can wait because I prioritize my sleep.
Sleep is a natural function that is necessary for a healthy, productive and happy life. Sleep replenishes physical strength, spiritual energy and emotional immunity to face the day ahead. I have always believed that everything seems and feels worse without sleep. Emotions are more raw and decisions are more difficult to make. I have found that sleep allows my mind and body to “regenerate” to its full potential.
If I do not have enough sleep, I am not the mom or person I want to be. I am irritable and have less patience. I do not accomplish things that I need to do. I do not feel well physically, and I am generally unhappy.
On the contrary, when I am well-rested I feel good and have a more positive outlook on life. I have more patience to handle the expected challenges of motherhood. Daily tasks seem more manageable and I have the motivation and productivity level to get the important things done. For me, sleep is an integral part of self-care.
We’ve heard a lot in the media recently about different ways society chooses to shame people. It is often talked about that we are shamed for the size and shape of our body or certain choices we make in life. No one talks about sleep-shaming, but it definitely exists, however subtle it may be. Let’s stop mocking and instead start to value and encourage better sleep habits.
Sure, my house is not the cleanest on the block. I am never caught up with the laundry. My windows cannot star in a Windex commercial. Yes, my “to-do” list will always have things on it, but I make an effort to get the sleep I need to be my best self. If everyone was well-rested (children, mommies and politicians alike) I am sure the world, and our homes, would be better and happier places.
[This post has also been published on The Huffington Post, Sammiches & Psych Meds and The TODAY Parenting Team.]