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.
Traveling While Pregnant {What’s the Big Deal?}
Something I get asked about often (especially during the holidays) is travel during pregnancy. “How far can I drive? When should I stop going on trips? Am I too far along to fly?” The answer is… there is no quick answer.
Why My Kid Knows That I’m Santa… {I’m THAT Mom}
I have a 4 year old. She know’s that parents are the sneaky culprits behind the presents “miraculously” appearing under the tree on Christmas morning. And guess what??? She’s okay with it! Oh, we don’t have an Elf on the Shelf either… {Gasp!}
