“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...
January 12, 2015
The Giver // The Gift
January 6, 2015
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. š The world through a child’s eyes is the best....
December 20, 2014
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...
December 10, 2014
Stop Should-ing On Yourself
The holidays are in full swing around ourĀ home. {And my handsome fella is decking the halls as we speak!} With that comes tree trimming, present wrapping, cookie baking and holiday movie watching … Oh, yeah, I almost forgot, it also comes with last minute shopping, quick meal preparing, too much sugar consuming and invincible-thinking. In short, we’re trying to do it all while experiencing it all. Tough stuff. A quick example: while I’m looking up a royal icing recipe, I’m...
December 4, 2014
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...