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Let Them Be Little

A random thought popped to mind when Mads and I were driving to school, listening to the Disney station on Pandora for the million and tenth time, which is carefully curated to include Tangled, Frozen, The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast. {I guess the girl has a few favorites…} New music was recently added to the station {YES!!} and the classic Adventures of Winnie the Pooh song came on unexpectedly. Mads immediately identified the theme. And then after...

The Giver // The Gift

“Mom!” “Honey?” “Hey, Ann…” I always answer, “Yes.” And I’m noticing all of my fellow mamas doing the same. All. The. Time. As mothers, I don’t know if we were born this way or if something just clicked inside of us the moment we joined our lives with another person. When I think back, I don’t remember ever having an issue with sharing, always enjoyed making people happy and realized if I could make someone’s day a little brighter, my...

Conversations with Mads // 02

  Mads: <looking at my arms> Mommy, you are not white. Me: What? Mads: You are not white. Me: Well, what am I? Mads: <pointing to the freckles on my arm> You sparkle. So, that basically made my heart explode and tossed away any insecurity I could ever possibly have aboutĀ being covered head to toe … with sparkles. šŸ™‚ The world through a child’s eyes is the best....

Salt Dough Ornaments + Traditions

Happy Holidays! We are in the homestretch, and naturally, the time continues to fly. No chance in tying that down. I probably could useĀ another month to accomplish everything I want to get done {along with the rest of the world}, but the reality is that most of it won’t happen. Getting to that realization and saying “it’s okay!” is a tough one. BUT the flip side? The moments we have spent celebrating and those events and activities we have waiting...

Conversations with Mads

Kids say the darndest things … or the creepiest … It’s 6 a.m. I make my way to Mads’ room. I flip on the hallway light and open her door. Me: “Good Morning, Miss Madeline!” Mads: <sleeping> Me: <rubbing her back> “Mads, it’s time to wake up.” Mads: turns over and whispers, “Madeline isn’t here. I’m Bobby.” Starts to giggle. Ummm … okay … Needless to say, I played along for a moment, laughed it off and said something to...