As the seasons change, so does the status quo in our house. My oldest is 8 and my expectations of him are growing almost as much as his feet. Building character and confidence are the development milestones up ahead.
Author: Anissa Berasi
I know, deep down in my soul, what kind of person I am, which makes the words are that I hear the worst kind of lies.
I have yet to meet a parenting partnership that is able to schedule and follow through with regular date nights. If you are a success story in this arena – I applaud you. I know date nights don’t happen enough in my world.
Being crazy busy is not the norm I strive for, but sometimes, sports happen.
Coasting. Good for skateboarders. Spring semester of Senior year. Not for your career. That is, unless you’re an overwhelmed, sleep deprived mom of three. In that case, a career set on auto pilot is not such a bad thing. Until it is. When I re-entered the workforce after my most recent six-month maternity leave, I
We arrived at La Camisa, a well-worn souvenir shop on Coronado Island, at 9:54am and waited for its doors to open. We experienced an after dinner urge to shop the night before, but missed closing time by 15 minutes. We went to bed dejected – me, because I had to figure out a way to fit another
Some of you may remember April 4, 2011 as the night that the UConn Husky men’s basketball team beat the underdog Butler Bulldogs to win the NCAA tournament. Perhaps you were blissfully unaware of the hurricane that started turning that very same day. He was named Zachary Collin and made landfall at 9:23am. At 9 lbs 2 oz, he was
6:00 am – Alarm sounds 6:09 am – Snooze 6:18 am – Snooze 6:27 am – Why didn’t I get up 27 minutes ago? I could have squeezed in a work out. 6:28 am – What time did Eliza sneak in here? How does a three year old manage to take up so much room
I was five and three quarters when my mom gave birth to her fourth child. I can still clearly remember listening to one side of my grandmother’s conversation with family and family friends in which she was regaling them with the tale of my mother’s labor and ultimately the joyous news of Peter Joel’s arrival.
I have tried, with some success, to incorporate the typical basics when it comes to self-care into my life. Admittedly, I can always do better job of moving my needs up the priority spectrum. The room for improvement is directly linked to my lack of time. It’s not that I want to neglect myself. But