My sweet, four-year-old just left for his one-year check with the orthopedic surgeon.
Anytime a babysitter puts our kids to bed and stays late, I feel like I need to prepare her for the chronic sleep disturbances that ravage our house.
We grew up more like sisters rather than cousins during those early years. Jennifer was 14 months older than me, and was the only child for nine years until her brother Josh was adopted. Our moms are sisters.
It was great to have my husband home on vacation last week. I'm sad Vacation Mommy can't exist year-round. But I'm realizing Balanced Mommy might be less high-strung and easier to live with.
Tick-tock goes the clock- seemingly at an increasingly faster and faster pace. Upon publication of this blog, I will be one day shy of my 35th birthday.
I know the grass isn’t always greener on the other side, but lately, I catch myself longing for a short, uninhibited roll in that grass.
Grant, my sweet 8-month-old, is loudly protesting his morning nap as I type this. I’m sipping my coffee and intensely concentrating in an effort to tune out the cacophony of cries, but my heart is breaking.
We gave our oldest a fancy chore chart as a gift two Christmases ago. The use of that chart has fluctuated much like her adherence to the chores on the chart.
While hanging our stocking by the chimney with care this year, I was struck by an incredible (and maybe a bit shameful) evolution that has taken place over the past 10 Christmases.
I’m pretty sure teaching my 6-year-old to tie her shoelaces will be my demise, or drive me to the brink of a sanity breakdown.
I can’t believe I just did that. Maybe I’m not ready to do it.
There are many things I don’t love about being a woman. Namely my menstrual cycle and the week before when my jeans suddenly feel like they are attempting to strangle my waist.
I feel like I’m always on a journey of nutritional discovery.
I saw a video of a mom who walked into her living room to find her two young boys playing in a flour explosion. White flour was everywhere- on couches, the lamps, the floor, picture frames on the walls, every ledge was covered in flour. They emptied an entire five pound bag and were elated w…
I live with a piler. You know, someone who lives their life in piles.
A woman reflects on her decision to leave the workforce.
I was cleaning out clutter from the catch-all closet and came across the old photos.
I’m starting to feel like myself again; albeit a saggy, stretched out version of myself.
How often do you bathe your child? Mom blogger Jessica Brashear's latest post is quite the talker.
It’s quiet in my house. I can hear the birds chirping and the clock ticking while the dog rests peacefully next to me. It’s pure bliss.
“Mom, am I skinny or fat?”
I’m the hormonal clown standing in the middle of a three ring circus.
I wonder if any woman actually sleeps post-delivery.
It’s been a week. It’s been a long week; a long week managing a home, two children and carrying a low-riding, 34-week gestation little one in my uterus.
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