Wife. Working Mama. Chief Diaper Changer. Lover of Rosè.
Oh the holidays are here! With them brings endless hours in the car. Yay, us! Ultimately, those hours in the car get us to see some amazing faces we’ve been missing. But, yeah, there’s LOTS of windshield time. LOTS of them trapped in the car with tiny people. I used to love a good road … Continue reading Road tripping
I work full time. I’m not shy about saying I chose to go back to work. I could have stayed home with my kids. Financially, we could’ve continued life in the city with just Dan’s income. I still didn’t stay home.I chose to continue my career. Cue the shock and horror. It’s ok. Really. I … Continue reading It’s like losing an arm
So I was raised by the ultimate hopeless romantic. In my mother’s defense, she was surrounded by easy love stories in her life. Some of the stories honestly were better than the movies. For example, my grandparents met on the front lines in France during WWII. Two weeks later they were married. Yep. Two weeks. … Continue reading How I Met Your Father
In the progression of relationships, people want the best for you. By this I specifically mean, well meaning family members start asking when you will marry your significant other the minute they meet them. Or in some cases before they’ve met them…or are even in the picture… Yikes. Some family members will even go tour … Continue reading Wild Man
So that title is a little misleading. My children come out of the womb only a little on the larger than normal side. Like totes just above average. Seems to me that’s the sweet spot for pushing a baby out: not too big and not too small. That sweet spot lasts for a hot minute. … Continue reading I Make Giant Babies
When vacation needs a vacation
When shoe loving runs in the family
This is a little story about best friends, toddlers, and toddler pooping spots. Yep,pooping spots. Everyone needs a best friend. Even better, everyone needs a best friend like mine. I don’t remember exactly when I met her, but I vaguely remember it being a gym class where we were all forced to country line dance. … Continue reading When ants go marching
Survival mode has a mama style…who knew!?!
It’s like a right of passage these days to book your kids in their first round of lessons. I grew up taking dance lessons and playing softball, while Dan played baseball and football among other things. So these were obviously conversations as options for our kids once they reached the appropriate ages. Swim lessons were … Continue reading Swim School Dropout