Must Watch TV

Please watch This is Us. Awesome show. Great acting. Feel good storylines. Reminds me of watching Thirtysomething with my mom a million years ago. I may recap. Not sure yet. 

blackish of course is still an all time fav of mine. They are funny, aware, witty and just good family fun. 

My cooking shows are: The Chew, Pioneer Woman, Dinner at Tiffani’s, Tia Mowry at Home and Trisha’s Southern Cooking. I love to cook so cooking shows may not be your thing. 

I DVR because my life is nuts. You may have more you watch, but this little list plus HGTV, all things Kardashian and Queen Sugar pretty much sums up my TV life. Oh and Paw Patrol. Insert eye roll. 



Queen Sugar Episode 4

Ok, so I am totally going to backtrack and recap the first 3 episodes, but this idea popped in my head today to do show recaps so YAY! 

It opens with Ralph Angel- in all his fine glory- at the bank signing off on the 100k Charley has deposited so he can get the farm going. 
He runs into Remy- AKA Vanessa’s boyfriend Robert from The Cosby Show– who questions him about the cane seed. Since Ralph Angel- in all his fine glory- is easily pissed, he gets miffed and says he has everything under control- come to find out he doesn’t and he didn’t do what he needed to and buys bogus cane that is diseased with a fungus. WTH! They have 800 acres, which is A LOT of land, but only plan to farm 300. Now they are out of 15k and technically it is all his fault. Just for reference 10 acres is about 7 and 1/2 football fields. So you can do the math. This is a TON of land. 

Meanwhile, Charley is dealing w her cheater Peter husband and all his drama. She gets tested for STDs in a super cute hot pink tissue gown- my dr’s office has nothing like that, but anyhoo. She is confident and scared and nervous and judged all in that scene. And the best line from this week’s episode was, “You got me out here looking crazy because of some ho named Goldy!” Come to find out Goldy’s not a simple minded prostitute. Davis, Charley and their new creepy old lady shady attorney think she will take a plea deal and we find out Goldy said, nah, nope, I’m straight on 500k so who knows what this call girl really wants. Or is she pregnant or something? Charley stays in the loop of what is happening in LA (Louisiana) while in LA (Los Angeles) by talking to Remy. It is clear they like each other and I am sure he wants to take her on a date. 

Micah and his girlfriend Stella are caught up in teenage foolishness. And Becky with the good hair apparently cheats on him and it is clearly with another black boy who sends a lewd pic to her phone. Her old witchy poo mama finds out and tells with the assumption that the black nakedness belongs to Micah, but it doesn’t. Charley rushes to the principal’s office for a meeting with Becky with the good hair, her mama and Micah. Only to find out zero tolerance and Micah is expelled. Micah runs out crying and upset that his beloved girlfriend has cheated on him after he tells her he loves her. Charley can’t “manage” that part of his life and has to be a mom, get in their chauffered SUV and head home to their palatial estate. Which is a juxtaposition of the Bordelon quarters down south. 

Nova is working on a story that completely ties in with #blacklivesmatter. The writing of this part of the show is great. Nova chases stories about underprivileged and villified black young men, which is interesteing seeing as how she sleeps with a white man and according to Ralph Angel-in all his fine glory- she only came to see him twice while he was locked up. Are her storylines and headlines for attention, running away from her own life, self-hatred, displacement, guilt, what?!?! Her story is amazing and powerful and the family members give her props. 

Blue learned 10 colors at school and is still chubby and cute. 

Aunt Vi and Hollywood are cute, but I am starting to think he is suspect. He has to go out for a job for two weeks and she doesn’t want him to leave her. They connect and tie it to her grief of her brother and in the end she makes him a pie and wishes him well. After all old ppl it is only 2 weeks. Unless Aunt Vi’s spidey senses are going off. 

Nova apologizes to Ralph Angel- in all his fine glory- and the family prepares for dinner while listening to Frankie Beverly’s “Before I Let Go”. I was wondering why no one checked on Blue in the bathroom though. 

So do you think they can pull off this farm? 
Will Charley head back South? 

And seriously, what does Goldy want? 



No sippy cup- the rest of the week update. 

Things got really bad, but eventually better. Night 4 was the worst night of all. I think he wanted an Oscar or a BET Award or something. The last two nights have been better, not awesome, better. He went from being a kid who woke allllll the damn time to having a sleeping stint last night from 3:23 am until 8:15 am. In this house that is a Christmas miracle Tiny Tim! 

I am a lot more tired and exhausted because he is crying, fretting, flipping around and whatnot. I believe in progress and we have made some. It is far from perfect, but around these parts my life focuses on Grace, not perfection. 

I have modified the plan a bit and allow one cup at 3 am. I figure hell, that isn’t terrible in comparison to what was going on and frankly if he can go from 8 pm til 3 am with no cup then I am proud of him for that. I will drop that cup eventually. It has a splash of milk anyway so maybe he will give up on it. 

So cheers. Cheers to figuring things out. Cheers to babies growing up. Cheers to mommies working hard. Cheers to daddies realizing it. And most of all- cheers to the holiday wknd. 



Reasons. Seasons. Lifetime. 

Change is hard. Change is good. At the end of the day- change is DIFFERENT! 

Everyone has heard the saying that is the title of this post and it is applicable to life in many ways. Clears throat-men, friends, jobs, stylists, co-workers and in the case of my household: daycare. 

My son is 2.9 1/2 and in annoying Mom terms he will be 3 at the end of August LOL. For the last 2.3 years of his short life he has been in one school. A school that saved us from a season of at home day care, a school that has nurtured developed and been a part of his many firsts. A school that has opened its doors and the teachers their hearts for my sweet boy. And now his time is done there. 

I have watched and learned and figured out his method of learning and engagment. I have discovered his method of “trouble” and decisions that lead to him not listening. My husband has been frustrated. I have been frustrated. And the best decision is for him to go somewhere else. I will forever love his school and his teachers have been awesome, but as his mom I know he needs something more. Learn by play isn’t cutting it for my little smarty pants. 

I am filled with apprehension and anxiety, but I am always like that. I am concerned about him making friends, liking the staff, learning and being ok. No one ever tells you about the worry and gray hairs from the first two years of being a mom. Big ol sigh. 

I have faith. I have support and I know that he will LOVE his new school. Plus, I can watch them online whenever I want, which I think is a plus and minus for me. Well them. I mean me. :) 

I hope that my reason for choosing this new season for his life will build memories that will last a lifetime. That is all I can ask for, pray for and seek. 

xoxo- Fabmommy

No sippy cups. Nights 2 &3. 

Well, the fact that he “gets it” is the problem now. Big sigh. 

Night two- while it still wasn’t terrible or anything like stories that I have heard, it was still a pain in my behind. He went down with no problems, but that has always been the case. When he didn’t get a cup for his first wake up around 11:30, he was PISSED. He let me know it too. A lot more shrieking, screeching howler monkey behavior and overall having me question why I was making all of us suffer. BUT, it only lasted maybe 3-4 minutes, which is the good part. There was some random talking in his sleep around 3 am, but he didn’t rouse himself and slept until the morning. 

Night three- Lord, last night, I wanted to run away from home. Problem is-his logic has kicked in. So with me saying, “no more milk” he decided to ask for everything under the sun: juice, Gatorade, juice box and even hot coffee (he helps my husband with his every morning). He went down late though at 9:15. I simply lost track of time. He woke up at 11:52 and cried and begged for random beverages until 11:58. Fell asleep. Woke back up at 12:30 acting like a complete fool and having a meltdown about his ceiling fan being on and Woody from Toy Story not having on a blanket. He finally went back down at 1:15. It was madness. He wasn’t crying. He was just up. Plotting. Against. Me. The next encounter wasn’t until 4:08 and it lasted all of four minutes, but it was loud as all hell. 

Overall, I am super amazed by the progress. I am tired though. He used to get a cup and go right back to sleep. Now all the night time shenanigans are foolish. I know he will get better and better as it goes on. I didn’t bend. He did not get a cup!!! I guess I am proud of the both of us. :) 



No sippy cups. Night one. 

So, truth is: My son has NEVER slept through the night his entire life. Nope, never. And a huge part and component of that comes from his baby dictator demands of having milk at night. 

I know. I know. I am pretty smart, have read the research, spoken with his pediatrician & dentist, had countless arguments with my husband, hell, I even paid a baby sleep site to develop a sleep plan for him. All which have been epic failures. I had to do what I had to do for me and my household to function. He has slept with me since day one and I just never felt the timing was right. And timing is everything with anything when it comes to children. If you have kids you know what I am talking about; if you don’t, you will see. 

In December, I created a bottle fairy and slowly but surely got rid of bottles. He was 28 months old and I swore this child would be going to kindergarten with bottles. We celebrated that small, yet meaningful victory, but bottles were simply replaced with cups. At the beginning of this month I took him out of my bed and we began sleeping in his room (which he never does and has a full sized bed). That has been successful with him not wanting to even nap in my bed on the weekend. So another high five for me from me🙂

Last night I told him as I have been saying lately, “no more cups tonight” but something in me meant it last night. A. He is about to be 3 in exactly 2 months. B. We have travel plans soon. C. He is starting a new school in a few wks and needs to be happy and jolly. D. My husband was going to be off 3 days and I wasn’t sending the kid to school Monday. Everything aligned. I knew he would be exhausted no matter how good or bad it went so he needs to not be in school while this is starting in my opinion. 

It wasn’t bad. I would say maybe a 4/10. Yippppppeee. Throws alllll the confetti. He went down at 8:45. Woke up at 11:40. I said no cups. He cried. Expected. He yelled for his dad. Expected. His dad came in the room. Not expected. We switched for an hour, but once I heard random conversations I went back in. Of course his dad engaged him because he usually doesn’t deal with him at night. So I gave him the peace sign and prepared myself for the worst. He stayed up until 2:15. He would cry here and there, maybe a minute, but he has never been big on crying like that so he spent most of the time pouting and scratching his nails on the wall. Annoying. He woke up at 3:23- I gave him a cup because at that point it had been 7 hours since he had one and I wanted him to get some type of rest and as of right now at 7:44 -he is still asleep. 

Sure there were tears (few), a LOT more squirming than I thought and some frustration on my part, but we did it. And this is a kid who was getting 4 cups a night. (don’t judge me your kid probably will have a pacifier til 5!) 

I know my post is long, probably because of a mix of adrenaline and delirium. Cheers to tonight. Pray for me. And also hope that any ambulance or jerkface who blows their car horn at 3 am is not on the scene. 

A Sleepy Fabmommy


Hey Friends, 

Long time no read, right! 

Well, life has been busy (aren’t we all). Potty training, looking for a new daycare, bday plans, travel plans, home renovations, finishing up work, MIL visits and all that regular old life stuff has been happening. I am tired just typing it. 

In the midst of it all is a whole bunch of CLUTTER. I pride myself on being organized-totally- and 99% of the time I am. Right now I am still extremely organized, but the clutter has my mind and house bursting at the seams. I need to get rid of baby stuff, I need to reorganize, I need to go through my Mom’s paperwork–still. Sad face, I know. 

I am a tiny bit of a nostalgic hoarder -total disclosure- and have a tendency to hold on to so many things that have some type of meaning. I keep receipts from important dates, newsletters that feature the baby, ticket stubs, everything. As a scrapbooker I need those things. As a busy mom thos “things” are driving me nuts. I also have tons of projects in my head and buy the items I need for the projects and haven’t had time to get to them yet. 

I have been reading a lot about the Konmari Method and even though I know I won’t do it full throttle, I may implement tiny bits of it in my home and here is a tip explaining how you can too. With Konmari, you can not go through someone else’s things so sorry you have to keep your husband’s crap. BUT, you can go through household things. The premise is to gather everything of likeness and put it in one spot so you can see how much of it you have and dispose properly (trash, donations, friends, etc.) 

For instance, pens- go through your home, gather all of your pens, put them on the dining room table and PURGE!!! I am sure you have 82625483 pens. Just watch and see. 

Happy Cleaning. 

As I work my way through this, I will keep up with blog posts to show results. 



Burn the Highlight Reel 

The Life of a Fab Mommy was created to show all of these super cool deals, aspects of motherhood and relationships, DIY, recipes and just the fun of my life. 

This week my life is CRAZY. 



I haven’t opened my beloved planner since Tuesday. It is now Sunday morning. I have had one of those weeks at work with a lot of meetings and a lot of randomness just wrestling with my time. I won’t even go back and write anything in- oh except for the baby getting a new teacher and her drama. 

I had my coupons and lists ready for Target and Walgreens, but never made it so since it is Sunday those sales are over :/ 

BUT, Target has a $25 giftcard when you spend $100 on baby crap and I definitely won’t miss that!!!

I left work early Friday because of my fried chicken stomach ache (will explain in a future post), came home, slept, got the baby, let him eat Wendy’s and just lounged around pretending to play with him. My husband came in and had zippo sympathy, not even knowing I was scared out of my wits this time and even called my Dad to come babysit-he was on a plane though. Womp. Womp. 

Get to Saturday morning where my overly advantageous bestie and I signed up for training like eons ago at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater. On a positive note: we learned a LOT, had yummy lunch, weather was nice, bought our babies stuff, got Garretts and figured out a plan to bring them back this summer. On a less positive note: I felt like shit and it was early as hell. Oh and my husband cut all of my baby’s beautiful curls off of his head. Insert sad face and pissed face  emoji. 

Ummm yeah and my MIL will be in town Tuesday until further notice because her BFF passed away and my house looks like the foolywang of my life and I am in the bed blogging and perusing sales papers online – only because when I purposely stopped at the gas station to get my Sunday paper yesterday, they hadn’t been delivered yet. I know I need to get up and clean, but how and why Sway?!?! 

Long as hell. I know. I need a maid. A pedicure. A drink. A nanny. A massage. And an organizer.

In the midst of all the madness I did manage to get my taxes done and wash, but not fold three loads of clothes. Kind of yay me. Nope. Not really. 

blahhhhhh- Fabmommy


Well, well, well. Guess what! She’ssssssss backkkkkkkkkk! 

And I am here for IT ALL! -and when tix go on sale I am ready because I already know the video choreography ;) 

At first glance: bomb ass video. Yayyyyy Beyonce. 

At second glance: further analysis if you will- #blacklivesmatter, Hurricane Katrina, Sandra Bland and hey to baby Blue Ivy’s super awesome fro so shut up haters! And played the whole Illuminati concept. 

Fan. Yes. Super fan. And let it be known: slaying, not forgetting where you come from and embracing all of your blackness is ALWAYS ok in my book! 

That sinking police car-imagery and a metaphor like a mofo! 

Yeah, Bey! (In my Jay-Z voice) 

Yall just wait for half time tomorrow! 

xoxo, Fabmommy

Need to Cook- Quick and Easy Mostaccioli

This is always a hit. Super yummy. Do not be afraid to over season. The zestier – the better! 

Green pepper




Add 1 lb ground Italian sausage

Brown meat

Add 2 cans tom sauce, 1 can diced tom, 1 can tom paste I use Hunt’s 

Add your seasonings(Italian, garlic powder, oregano, Lawry’s, crushed red pepper but heavy on oregano)

Add sugar or agave to sweeten 

1 full box Barilla penne pasta (boil, drain and add) 

Then simmer 🤗🤗🤗

You can always throw in more veggies. Add corn and side salad and presto- Dinner is done. Big hit. Good luck.