Is there really anything better than summer? Even when you’re an adult and don’t get summers off, summer is still the best because it means no stress of school, no homework, free(ish) schedules, trips to the beach, and sun-kissed legs (because, let’s face it, these pasty white legs are starting to terrify people). It’s been our tradition as long as my kids were old enough to know what summer is to make summer bucket lists that highlight every last fabulous moment of what summer is all about so we can make sure to squeeze them all in before, next thing you know it, it’s Memorial Day Weekend and I’m tackling the one other mom who waited until the last minute to go school supply shopping for the last freaking book cover. My kids love doing these even though they’re curmodgeon-y teens now. And I love doing them, even though I’m a curmodgeon-y 30-something now. So, if our curmodgeon-y selves can love them, then so can your family. Here’s one of the first we actually bothered to take a photo of back in 2011. Looking at this photo makes me all teary-eyed…
Bonding with teenage girls. You guys, it’s as hard as everyone told me it was going to be and then some. I don’t know what it is about the mother-daughter relationship that makes it so difficult sometimes to see eye-to-eye, but I genuinely do believe that it’s because ultimately, underneath it all, mothers and daughters are so often very much alike. Fourteen has come with so many awesome moments but also its share of struggles and hurdles. So, I try like hell to make as many awesome moments as possible. One way I’ve learned to help build a stronger bond between my daughter and I is to bond over common interests. I realize that’s common advice and I didn’t invent the idea, but you never realize just how difficult that is until you try finding something in common with a teenager. It’s legit hard because KIDS THESE DAYS, AM I RIGHT?
Artwork by: Venice Happy Mother’s Day, Mommas! I know it has been a bit since we have connected so I wanted to take a moment to explain our brief hiatus. Recently, I lost two very dear friends to me. I loved them like family and it has taken me a while to process their passing. I have run the gamut of emotion and what I have come away from it all with is as follows.
Sorry, dads. We know you’re just as good in the kitchen as any of us. It was a cheap shot. Mother’s Day is creeping up fast (isn’t everything?). And I know way too many moms who are always involved in their own Mother’s Day plans, cooking, and shopping because our partners are busy, too, and kids can’t do it themselves. But, let’s face it. It’s not really the Mother’s Day we hope for when we’re cooking or doing the dishes. So, I’m just going to write this post and if you just so happen to leave this screen open where your partner and/or kids can see it, so be it. Mother’s Day brunch doesn’t have to be something out of a Martha Stewart magazine. Seriously. Most of us are just happy to have a meal made for us and not be responsible for the clean up. Really, anything you do for mom IS nice and very much appreciated. That being said, if it’s more than a bowl of Cheerios, even better! So here are some really easy breakfast in bed ideas that our significant others and older kids can handle and help the younger kids with. Bacon & Egg Cups These are ridiculously simple and can be prepped the night before. Spray a muffin pan with nonstick spray, line each cup with a few slices of turkey bacon, crack an egg in the cup, add a dash of salt and pepper. Cover and refrigerate if making the night before. […]
“During pregnancy, we are stripping away the maiden and stepping into the role of mother. It can throw the ego into a frenzy causing us to question our self identity. Pregnancy, for the woman, is her initiation into motherhood.”
Look, I’m fine with admitting it. My refrigerator is chaos no matter what I do. I clean it out before I go food shopping and I desperately try to group like food items together in appropriate places around the refrigerator to create optimal efficiency and space. But by the end of the week, every week, it looks like a crime scene.
There might not be anything on Earth that is as funny AND equally terrifying as mom rage. If you haven’t seen this wife’s reaction to her husband telling her that their son got a hold of the clippers and buzzed his own hair, you’re seriously missing out.
Happy Friday, Mommas! I don’t know about you but this week has crawled by for me and I am sure the rest of my household would agree. I feel like the list of things to do with a third child has not only tripled but quadrupled. In fact, I will go as far as saying whatever comes after quadrupled would be an adequate description regarding the increase in the amount of shit that needs to get done.
None of us go into motherhood thinking that it will change us. Next thing we know, we’re standing in the checkout line of the grocery store in the same sweatpants we’ve been wearing for three days, ponytail disheveled, with that vacant expression staring into the outer depths of the ice cream aisle as one of our fourteen hundred kids tug at our wrinkled shirts for a candy bar. We look behind us at the super cute, and super bouyant twenty-something girl behind us, who is staring back at us like we’re their mother, and suddenly we’re faced with just how much we’ve been sucked into the blackhole of motherhood. If this sounds at all familiar, trust me, it’s not just you. At some point or another, it’s all of us.
Savannah’s Nursery Reveal