I’m that Pinterest mom. I spend months scouring the inter webs for a good theme and pin all the ideas.
Then, I spend each weekend leading up to the party tackling one or two crafts and spending way too much on Amazon Prime.
The result? I get a much needed creative release and my kid’s parties turn out pretty darn cute if I do say so myself. I love doing this even though I realize it’s a bit over the top at times.
On the eve of my son’s first birthday, as I watch him smirk and squeal and attempt to walk although not yet without the aid of that fancy Fisher-Price accessory, I cannot help but feel an overwhelming sense of awe and pure freaking love.
He’s perfect and I’m so blessed to be his momma.
When we learned our second was going to be a boy, there were equal parts cheer and sadness. I have a younger sister so I know firsthand the lifelong bond sisterhood brings. My husband had two brothers so the bros were in full swing. (My MIL is a bad ass.) With one of each, would they love each other or fight incessantly?
We do our best to keep our kids active and entertained, which usually includes lots of book reading, doll playing and — gulp — PJ Masks on the iPad. I’m sorry. There’s only so much Disney Junior I can take.
Thankfully we live in a neighborhood with a ton of kids Brooke’s age and they all play together as well as any group of toddlers can be expected to play together. For Brooke’s birthday, she got a “Stepping Stone kit like this one that turned out to be
I’ve got a topic to talk about and I’m curious how you feel. To do lists. Do you love them or loathe them?
“Have kids,” they say. “They’re amazing,” they say. What they also tell you that’s dang true is that your kids will never let you figure them out. Just when you think you’re #winning in the parenting department, they’ll throw another curve ball.
Last week, I was gone for a 3-day business trip and several people kindly asked me how I was doing “being away from the baby” and toddler, and I’m sure my answer shocked them.
Not too long ago, we were at a neighbor’s house and I hear a song coming from the bathroom.
A minute later and my daughter comes running and yelling how she washed her hands “all by myself.”
Brooke and I have a tendency to make up songs about doing everyday things. Most of them are flat out weird, but they do make us laugh.
Here’s one of our favorites that helped her during potty training: