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?
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:
I’m not sure what initiates the existence of monsters under the bed, but our daughter came home from “school” a few weeks ago claiming there were bears chasing her. Apparently, they sing and dance to a jungle song and the teachers pretend to be bears. Seems innocent enough, but kids have wild imaginations.
The whole bear chasing her thing was cute until it started impeding on bedtime. On naptime. On going to the potty. On going outside. On anything. These damn bears had to go.
It’s Father’s Day and dads around the country are being acknowledged, celebrated and gifted. Ads across all media channels highlight the latest grilling gear, endless beer paraphernalia, and a gazillion go-to power tools.
Our daughter has been on a monster kick lately so, with some inspiration from our neighbor and a Pinterest search, we put our creative muscle to work.