With the second month of social distancing firmly enacted, the month of May is already proving to be a difficult one, and it has only been a couple of days. Though we are inundated with information concerning the novel coronavirus all day, every day, my husband and I tend to bring our focus more […]
The Boxes The Triple Bunk Bed. Not long ago, I didn’t know such a thing even existed. It never crossed my wildest dreams that someone would come up with such a contraption. But a friend pointed me in the right direction, and boy was I surprised! I’d found so many different kinds, in so […]
will We are all familiar with the saying “boys will be boys” or some variation of it. As I began to think about writing this post, I realized that the saying was originally “Children (boys) are children (boys) and do childish things.” Which, when we think about it further, isn’t that hurtful of a saying, […]
The title of this post may sound a little strange, but I promise that it makes sense. Not long ago, I wrote about the normal that we are now experiencing, and not just as a family, but as a nation. It’s this new normal that led me to think about the communication between my […]
Only a month ago, if someone told me that it would be hard to purchase toilet paper, I would not have believed them. If someone had mentioned that I would be working from home full-time while attempting to figure out a way to homeschool my preschool age child, I would not have believed them. Unfortunately, […]
“Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday Dear Alex!! Happy Birthday to you!” Two days ago my youngest baby boy turned one years old. And though I told myself that I wouldn’t be upset about that, it’s hard not to be in some way. Now, don’t get me wrong. I am so […]
The winter of 2019-2020 has proven to be a rather difficult one, and I am not talking about the amount of snow that we’ve gotten or how cold
There are some conversations, however, that I assumed would wait until my children are older; much older. At least ten years older than they
Six months it took to train not only our son but ourselves as well, to get up and at ’em, to seize the day without starting a fight.
Every year, as Christmas comes and goes, I learn something new as a mother, which I may not have anticipated in advance.