All roads lead to VerMOMster...

How does one become a VerMOMster you might ask? Well, it's really quite simple...
       Girl meets Boy... they fall in love... they move to Vermont... they engage in wedded bliss... and boom! Prego!

       Let's take it one step at a time... So, I met my husband-to-be in Ohio.  It was in 2001, shortly before my mother passed away from Inflammatory Breast Cancer. (Pay attention folks, there may be a quiz later!!)  Unbeknownst to me, our future was already being set in motion as this boy from Vermont declared that he would marry me the first time we met.  My thoughts on the subject?  Why thank you for asking. The wheels in my head were spinning as I thought:  Who is this guy?  Did he say marry?  Where is Vermont anyway?  Is it even a state?   Oh, but he was persistent... and eventually love would run its course. 

       Fast forward through college and there we were: moving to Vermont.  Then on August 18, 6 years and 4 days after we started dating (but who's counting??), the wedding bells rang!  And we were, as Travis had predicted, husband and wife.     

      A little over a year later, on November 25, we welcomed our bundle of joy to this world.  6 lb. 11 oz., Eli William made his entrance into this world via c-section and would change our lives forever... we just weren't quite prepared for how much of a change it would truly be...

      And the rest is history.  Here we are, living the simple life in Vermont.  We work hard and are raising our son to the best of our abilities; trying to make ends meet and decipher the "best" ways to do both... successfully.  And so this blog was born.  A little map of sorts.  A map of  my life as a VerMOMster.