I recently had the privilege of speaking at a women's event in North Carolina. *Stay tuned for more on that! Another way to word that would be- I recently had the privilege of waking up naturally 3 days in a row because my brave, brave husband stayed back with the kids. *It really is amazing... Continue Reading →
Our kids can give us great parenting tips
Going to the gym when you're pregnant is hard enough. Going with an additional 4 kids bundled in 12 pounds of winter gear because it's 24 degrees out makes you rethink your commitment to exercise. So when Caramia unbuckled her carseat as she's in the habit of doing every.single.drive, I was less than amused. After... Continue Reading →
Not As Planned
~A short poem as I prepare for attempt #4 of getting the toddler to nap~ Nap. Not As Planned. We crave them ferociously But hold them loosely Because they rarely go as planned.
Small & Simple Solutions: Kids’ Bedroom. Alternate title: A Survivor’s Tale
I've often been asked how I manage 4 kids in one (1!) bedroom, so today's Small & Simple Solutions is dedicated to that Modern Marvel. Note: we've lived in 4 different houses since our fist baby was born 6 short years ago, so we've had plenty of practice in creative sleeping arrangements/attempting new configurations/figuring out... Continue Reading →
From Fear to Fist Pumps
Fear. Such a common emotion. Such a daily experience. Such a gift to our development if we are able to recognize it as such. Unfortunately, we often do everything but recognize our fear as it actually is. We ignore it (I'm not afraid!), minimize it (It's not that scary!), embellish it (I'm paralyzed with fear!) and everything... Continue Reading →
A bike, a scooter, and a helicopter (parent).
So basically two things happened today: 1. The boys grew a little more independent 2. And I turned a little more into a helicopter parent! We live 2 blocks from a great school playground. Most days, the kids and I trek down there to play with all the other 4-6 year olds during their recess. And... Continue Reading →