I was doing pretty well on a run the other day pushing my new-to-me double Bob with my two-month-old and two year old in tow when I had a mild moment of panic as I glanced at my youngest with love in my heart overflowing. "One day, my sons will be responsible for the care of someone's heart. Maybe multiple someones. They may break someones heart! Or worse...their heart may be broken." My Continue Reading
Brown Bear Birthday decor details (Abby Reese Design Review)
**I received the Brown Bear Party Package in compensation for an honest review. All of these opinions are my own** Confession...I just took down Little B's birthday decorations...and it wasn't just because I'm too lazy, or overly sentimental. It's a little of that...but it's more the fact that the birthday decor was everything I wanted to make B's day extra special. In full disclosure, it Continue Reading
Letter to my one year old
Bennett, I had a grand vision of what the night before your very first birthday would be. Bath time would be magical; I’d cry a few tears at one of the last times I’d ever nurse you to sleep; we would read a book; and I would put you gently in your crib as you slept soundly until the morning. This grand vision did not come true. When I drew your bath, you crawled away furiously and Continue Reading
5 easy steps to go overboard in birthday party planning
When little Bear was around 3 weeks old, I sat in the cozy gray glider in the corner of his nursery at some God-forsaken hour in the middle of the night. As I rocked with my little guy, I began to think about--his first birthday party. I started a secret board pinning dozens of images for the brown bear theme that I was dreaming about in my head. It all seemed quite magical. And Continue Reading
A Note to my son at 11 months
Dear Bennett, I'm finding it difficult to believe that you are almost a year old. On this day last year, we took photos of you in my big belly. Thirty six weeks of pregnancy can do a number on mommies. I kept it together for the most part, though admittedly, I cried a time or two in public. The day I found out that you were on the way, I began to write you notes. Writing Continue Reading
A letter to my son at 10 months old
Dearest Son, I met a baby about your age once in my early twenties. She was calm and sweet and she clung to her mommy's hip like she was attached to it. The moment I met her, I looked forward to having a baby that was 10 months old. A baby who wasn't helpless and crying; one who was calm; and above all else, clung to my hip like he/she was attached to it. I'm going to let you in on a Continue Reading
Christmas Wish List
The month of December started with a bang. Little guy and I have been following my Atlanta Event Advent Calendar. It has been a lot of fun...knowing exactly what's in store for us for the day. Yes, I've planned out just about everything for the month of December. Everything that is, except for gifts; gifts for myself, for my husband, and my little bear. Today, I've decided to scour the Continue Reading
A letter to my son at 9 months
Dear Bennett, Today is a very special day. Nine months ago today, a group of NICU nurses placed you in my arms for the first time. I looked into your slate blue eyes and I knew I had to eat crow. You see, before you, I didn't quite believe in love at first sight. I guess the joke is on me. The second I laid eyes on you, I was in love. So was your daddy. You have been our favorite gift Continue Reading
A letter to my son at 8 months
Little bear, You're a happy, giggly, growly, eight-month-old, with personality for days. You have a contagious belly laugh that gets everyone giggling; you rarely meet a stranger; and you're the sweetest baby I know. And I'm not just saying that because I'm your mom. Admittedly, I'm biased, but I cannot believe that I get to call you my son. You're a perfect little human with the uncanny Continue Reading
Motherlode of reasons why SAHMs are just the same as working moms
A few years ago, we all laughed when Kristen Wig transformed into Penelope: the nervous, hair-twirling, one-upping brunette. No one laughed because her character was funny, necessarily, but because everyone knows a Penelope. And Penelopes make us uncomfortable. Discomfort makes us laugh to keep us from crying. Penelopes know our friends for longer; they hurt more than we hurt; they know more Continue Reading
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