My babies are ONE YEAR OLD!!! That means we all survived!!! How, I’m honestly not sure, but I decided to sit down and reflect on my first year of motherhood.
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I want my child’s teacher to know that I admire what you do. I know that I couldn’t do it. It takes a special kind of person to dedicate their life to teaching young people.
“What did you do today?”. . . . it’s a question that every stay at home mama hears. On a good day, it means how was your day? Buuuuuut, on a bad day, it can mean a number of negative things: why isn’t more done, why is this place a mess, what’s going on with the […]
I had one child that struggled with learning to read. Simple sight words were a chore. Longer words with blends were tortuous. Honestly, even sitting in a vertical position was a challenge for her though. I knew that her attention span had a lot to do with the delay.
As Moms we work hard, we play hard and (who are we kidding) we buy hard! How many times have you not really needed something until you browsed the good ole buy/sell/trade (bst) universe or Amazon’s black hole of Prime Day Deals?!
Let’s first begin with one fact: I am a teacher. When the kids go back to school, I go back to school. There’s no more sleeping in, being lazy, long summer days at pools or zoos or whatever we feel like doing when we feel like doing it. It’s back to the grind for all […]
I am sending my oldest off to kindergarten. Just typing that fills me with emotion. I have been on the other side of this. I have watched kids (and parents) have the first day jitters.
Of course your child is a wonderful artist. She constantly gifts you with pieces deemed “too precious to toss”. Until one day you look around and your home is inundated by “art” on everything from post-it notes to fringed notebook paper. What’s a mama to do?
It amazes me that one five letter word like aging can conjure up so many thoughts and emotions. Each and every one of us will have a different picture in our minds when we hear the word aging.
My breastfeeding experience with all three of my children reminds me of fine dining: awkward at first, but extremely rewarding.