If someone's going to get hurt at a playdate, it's likely that they're going to be hurt by my child. There, I said it. *Exhale* She is a wild one. She likes to get her way. She uses all the most aggressive tactics to make it happen. Heck, I've seen her hurt a friend just …
My oldest daughter turned 7 yesterday and I found myself texting my best friend, "How is this possible? She's halfway to a teenager but I just became a mom yesterday and I'm not even good at it yet." And if that isn't the truest thing that I've ever said—I'm not even good at it yet. …
Continue reading I’m 7 Years Into Motherhood and Still Winging It.
A common scene for me: baby on my hip, an obedient 6-year-old standing quietly at my side and the wild one over there refusing to leave, laying on the ground screaming, "NO!!" A common response from kind moms taking pity on me: You know that just means one day, she'll be a leader. While I'll …
Continue reading To My Daughters: We Need All Types of Leaders
My oldest daughter is six, and officially in "real" school. That means there are girl scout meetings and gymnastics classes. There are birthday parties and playdates. When I first started to emerge from the cocoon that was my house, burp rags, bottles and limited interaction with other moms outside of work, I'll admit I was …
Hey mama. I see you over there, under 25 layers of plastic scraps while your child is still gleefully can't-waiting and unwrapping the contents of that colorful ball. And Lord I pray it is not a Confetti Pop for the sake of your floors. Let me tell you, I can relate. I can relate to …
Continue reading Here Come The Holidays, And More LOL Surprise Dolls.
