Tag: mama

Seventeen minutes. That is our breaking point at a restaurant. Once that 18th minute hits its like midnight strikes and suddenly the carriage changes...

I am tired.No, not just the haven’t-slept-since-I-had-kids kind of tired. Or even the pretzel-like sleeping positions, you know, cramming four people into our bed...

Did you get that message? Scrolling through social media. Watching the news. Reading the paper.You voted for him. Or you didn’t. Healthcare is failing....

My children are like little sponges soaking up their surroundings and recreating actions and words that they hear or see.Sometimes it’s so cute, like...

It’s official. I am in potty training denial.There is not an ounce of my being that wants to attack the monster of potty training...

Sometimes, I look down at my hands and I swear I see my mom’s hands. Isn’t it crazy how genetics work? We will often...

On Aug. 21, 2017, I saw the most beautiful thing. It was the day of the solar eclipse, but I assure you that the...

Sand. Sand everywhere. I will not miss the sand all over my bathroom and in the bathtub. I will not miss putting the girls...

Once the baths and bedtime are done, clothes laid out, dishes cleaned and prayers have been said, it is finally time to close my...

Twelve open and half-gone suckers. That is (so far) my personal record of sucker findings while cleaning out my car. Some may find that...