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July 28, 2015

5 Ways to Survive Kids’ Birthday Parties

To say we were blessed with Madeline’s daycare situation would be a very huge understatement. This place is just the tops. Bee’s knees, if you will. Wonderful yet sassy, up-beat and creative teachers always there to greet us in the morning, scooping up our little and readying her for the day. Rambunctious friends that call to her as they burst into the room. Sweet smiles and the occasional friendly short exchange between parents during the drop-off and pick-up. Pretty neat stuff. Anxiety...

June 18, 2015

How Was Your Day?

Another day in the toddler life is complete. She is tucked into her bed, wearing her “deep dream diving suit” aka extra cozy footy pajamas, and quickly dozes off with Eeyore and Tigger by her side. Her dad and I start to wind down and relax. But before these very quiet and sweet moments, an entirely different universe existed – one that swirled and swirled into a million different colors and directions. … In the early morning hours, you weren’t...

March 31, 2015

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...

November 11, 2014

The Lasts

This random thought popped into my head a few months ago…I don’t remember the last time I washed a bottle. I don’t remember the last time I swaddled her. Infancy, those first beautiful months, just disappeared....

September 30, 2014

Tumultuous Twos, Enter Stage Right.

I think the two year old, or rather the year itself, gets a bad rap. I never really understood why people would call this age “terrible.” I’m sure there are enough moms out there that would like to slap my wrists and call me a newb. They hang their mama veteran status high and proud. “I’ve been through it all,” they say, “and those twos are terrible.” To those veteran moms: I hear ya, loud and c l e a...