The Terrible Threes? Not My Son! {Or so I thought}

Jul 9, 2014 by

I was warned.  My friends told me.  All the blogs and parenting websites contained endless articles on the subject:  The Terrible Threes.  Everyone said the “Terrible Twos” are nothing compared the “Terrible Threes”.  Well, not my sweet baby, I thought.  The gentle little boy who caresses my face and tells me “I love you Mommy, we’re best friends” will never go through “that” stage.  Sure, he has his moments; he gets cranky once in a while, but terrible?  Not my Jack.

Then he turned three.  And guess what?  It turns out my sweet, gentle boy does not in fact defy all odds.  Suddenly, my good boy was throwing his toys at me.  Demanding he wants milk: NOW.   Give Mommy a hug?  No way!  Take a bath without protest?  Impossible!  Hold my hand in the parking lot?  Never!


I have applesauce on my fingers and you’re not cleaning it fast enough!

True Confessions: Michelle

Mar 17, 2014 by

Oh how I LOVE our true confessions posts. Our sparkly Kate got us started on this a while ago and at one point we did an entire blogger series about our confessions! Confessions are awesome for many reasons including that they help us purge those deep down thoughts that make us wonder if we’re nuts for thinking the way we do. Along those lines, I love confessions  because they help others realize they aren’t alone! When we’re all more honest about our experiences and feelings, when we’re more real and let people see our inner workings, we create a sense of connection to each other. And I just LOVE that.

So here are some random confessions from me.


My New Mom Story

Jan 6, 2014 by

People ask a lot of irritating questions while you’re pregnant.  “How are you feeling?” is pretty bad, but the one that really rattled me was, “Are you ready?”  Yes, our house was stuffed full of baby gear, we had completed our childbirth classes, and I had read every “10 Things Nobody Tells You About Parenthood” article I could get my hands on.  When I was little, the Girl Scouts had advised me to “Be Prepared,” but while I was cognizant of the fact that my life was about to change drastically, I also knew that there was no way for me to really be ready for how difficult it would be.

My Deepest Secret: I Struggle With Food

Jan 6, 2014 by

“This time don’t need another perfect lie

Don’t care if critics ever jump in line

I’m gonna give all my secrets away.”

-One Republic

I can count on two hands the number of people who really know my biggest secret. I’ve kept this close to my chest, unwilling to share this deep and personal struggle. Unwilling because I’m ashamed. Unwilling because talking about this makes me feel incredibly vulnerable. Unwilling because I don’t want you to think differently of me.

The truth is that I struggle with food. I have had a complicated relationship with food since my early teens. I learned to use food to deal (or not deal) with life. Have a fight with my husband? I want a piece of cake. Feel lonely or sad? I want a big pasta meal. Feel overwhelmed? I want to binge on a big dinner while watching TV to numb my feelings away.

Magical Monday: Santa Doesn’t Come Down Our Chimney

Dec 9, 2013 by

“Disobedience is often a sign of greatness.”


I never told my kids about Santa. I was uncomfortable with the whole lying aspect of it ~ telling them that he comes down the chimney, puts the presents under the tree, and eats our cookies just felt icky to me. It’s not that I don’t believe in magic ~ quite the contrary. My family makes villages for the Fairies in our garden and we talk about aliens and hell, I communicate with unborn Spirit Babies! All those things we believe in. But Santa Claus coming in our house and bringing presents…well, that’s just not real!

The other aspect of the whole Santa Claus thing that always made me uncomfortable was the “naughty and nice” crap. Telling our kids they will only get presents if they act a certain way feels very wrong to me. Take that whole first stanza of the popular Christmas Carol:

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