When the timer goes, off, he dusts the counter with flour and dumps the dough into the middle. He turns on the oven to the correct temperature, and greases two baking sheets. With assurance, he divides the dough into two pieces. The first, he shapes into a cylinder and places in the center of a […]
There are two types of moms: the mom who monitors her kids in the fast food play area and the mom who throws her kids to the wolves doesn’t. Oh, and there are a few moms like me: Somewhere in the middle. I’m the mom who scans the walls for the plaque with the neatly printed […]
I will look at a frozen pie crust in the store, and think to myself, “Why buy one, when it is so easy to make one?” Yes, it may be easy to make one, but when I am trying to do that and a million other things on a timeline, it’s not easy! Experience has […]
Traditionally, dads get a bad rap for not knowing these little, or sometimes big, details. I think a lot of people attribute it as a male trait. Maybe that’s true to an extent, but I also think it’s simply because they’re often working in a different building than home!
We all know that the last month of pregnancy lasts about 354 days. If you’re nearing the last month of your first pregnancy, then you are quickly learning it will drag on forever. And despite researching all the pregnancy must haves, some thoughts inevitably begin to come to mind. Things You Think in That Last Month […]
A Quick and Dirty Guide to the different types of Resting Mom Face found out in the wild. There’s a reason behind those seemingly discontent mom faces.
My point is that kids and accidents go hand-in-hand, am I right? If it hasn’t happened to you yet—if your innocent child has not ruined something that you love or something expensive—I hate to tell you, but the time is coming. It will inevitably happen. Whether they are two and fry your computer or 16 […]
In an effort to put myself out there, I am joining everything you can think of. I just signed for a knitting class and joined the PTO for my son’s school. Maybe that is my version of a mid-life crisis.
My lashes are not better than yours. I spend a few minutes each day to make them look better than yours.
After our daughter was born, it was surreal. It felt a lot like babysitting. Like someone else more responsible was going to pick her up to take her home. Like I wasn’t really her mom.