When my daughter was born, my son wasn't yet 2-years-old. He was basically clueless when it came to my big belly, and as far as he was concerned, his special sleepover at Grandma and Pap's the night I gave birth to his sister, was just that: a sleepover. The first few months were a bit challenging ... » Learn More about Preparing the “Big” Kids for D-Day
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Parenting, marriage, faith, and funny (with a few rants thrown in for good measure).
The Walk of Shame
Yesterday around 11am, I started to feel...funny. Lower back pains, cramping in my belly--you know, in labor kind of funny. I put my husband on alert at work and went about the rest of my day as normal: dropped the boy off at pre-school, got the girl down for her nap, and settled in at my computer ... » Learn More about The Walk of Shame
Explaining Fire Safety To Your Sensitive Kid
Reddish orange tongues licked the black sky. The smoke, a thick blanket of suffocation. Sirens and lights, people gathering, the news report the following day. It happened so quickly. It could have been our house, but it wasn't. This time. ... » Learn More about Explaining Fire Safety To Your Sensitive Kid
Freckles & Curse Words
In my current very pregnant state, one could accurately describe my emotional well-being as fragile. Iffy. Psychotic. I don't pretend to be stable right now; the tears fall when I repeatedly drop my razor in the shower, and the curse words fly when the dogs lick the sliding glass door I just ... » Learn More about Freckles & Curse Words
Husband: WTF?
Even though Facebook continues to be a thorn in the side of bloggers everywhere, I'm holding out hope that my pals and I will be given Mark Zuckerturd's blessing to rant, rave, and laugh as per our usual. Especially because I've started a new "trend" (in quotation marks because I believe a trend ... » Learn More about Husband: WTF?