I don’t know about you but I have a small ulcer (teeny tiny) that has formed since the election. And it’s not really because of the obvious reasons. It’s actually because it has become so difficult to filter through so many different thoughts on social media. In fact, my brain has turned into one of… Continue reading What My Children Would Hear From Me If Trump Was President-Elect or Not
I mean this, of course, in the nicest way. And of course, I presume that those who love summer and all that it offers have a well-balanced aging of children, likely only one three year old boy. Or fewer kids with strong personalities. I also assume those who love summer are mild-mannered in nature, have… Continue reading So Long, Sweet Summer. Now, Go.
Meeting people for the first time as a 34-year-old mom of three children five years old and younger, two of which are the same glorious age of three, and those two three year olds are boys, is just hard. I liken parenting three-year-old boys to this scenario: two wobbly men on stilts holding two full… Continue reading Where are the CRAZY mom stories in the Bible?
The days can become ordinary and bland when we lose sight of the importance and value in each one. We can easily start throwing some sardines into the oatmeal when we let bitterness linger. We can toss some soured milk into the bowl when we start comparing our lives to someone else’s only.
If you are a regular reader or friend, you know our twin story, you know it’s one of grace and mercy, sprinkled with surprise and hope. Deep down I wanted twins as a young mom. But you can’t really put your order in for what you want – so I kept it on my heart. And… Continue reading My Top Tips For Surviving Twins
Over 10 years ago I was a barista working at Starbucks about to take on my first “have I actually made it?!” job as an editor for Neiman Marcus (…wait for it…) catalogs. I made sure the little letter that describes the item you want matched the actual picture of it. It was a relatively… Continue reading Motivated by food.
Since only you know your personality and desperation levels, we’ve designated each one by level of difficulty, effort or ruthlessness. Go get your alone time, mamas!