Families

When All Those Hats Get Heavy {find your space}

I see you.

Juggling work, play, drop offs, pick ups, classes, appointments, cleaning your house (shhh… I won’t tell the toilet hasn’t been scrubbed in… a while)…

I see you. I feel you. I AM you!

Parenting is tough gig.

It’s messy and brilliant. Demanding and wonderful. Fulfilling and draining. It’s SO much all at once.  Continue reading

The Day I Became “Mama” {My First Birth Story}

As we’re preparing to celebrate the birthday of my biggest baby, I realized, I’ve never written down her birth story.

I’ve made a tradition of writing them down on their first birthday as reflection, but with E that just didn’t happen.

So… without further ado, I will share with you the experience that changed my life and forever shaped my world (in more ways than one…) Continue reading

Bamboobies ® {for the shirt soaking moments}

Picture this…
You’re actually alone for a bit and you’re standing in line at the grocery store. In the aisle next to you, a baby starts crying. Suddenly you get the tingly sensation, you just can’t stop the letdown reaction, and BAM… boobies turn to fountains and your shirt is soaked in the most obvious “I’m a nursing mama” way. Continue reading

When puke turns your husband into Superman

Let’s set the stage…

Final night of camping. All 5 of us snugly squeezed into our tent.
Approximately 2:30 a.m. (because who really knows what time it is when you’re camping?!)
Suddenly I hear the rustling of a child. Then the splatter. Then “Ohhh nooo, I threw up! Daddy! Daddy, I threw up!”
And people, we’re not talking a little puke. We’re talking singe the nose hairs, burn the eyes, curdled apple pie chunks puke. If you’re not gagging reading that, you’re a SAINT because I’m having some PTSD just thinking about it.  Continue reading

I’m Moving Somewhere Else! {Real Life with a “Spirited Child”}

One day my six year old proclaimed from the back seat,
“I’m moving somewhere else! Where nobody bosses me around!”

In one of my less glamorous moments I responded,
“Okay… I’ll help you pack up. Where should I take you?”

Being the parent of a “Spirited” or “Strong Willed” Child is exhausting.
Flat. Out. Y’all.  Continue reading