Love More, Judge Less
I have been doing this mom thing for almost eight years now, and yet up until very recently, I struggled with dinner time. And when I say “struggle” I’m talking about every aspect… …from what I make (and kids don’t eat). … to the time of day (the kids are never hungry at
I don’t remember where I first heard the phrase “Afterschool Shuffle”. It was somewhere along the play date/Mommy and Me event circuits. The Afterschool Shuffle is what I like to refer to as the time between day care/school pick up and dinner. This phrase has always stuck with me as a perfect description of the
I feel fortunate to have grown up with the daily ritual of eating dinner together as a family. Almost every evening around 5:00 my family would congregate at the dinner table sharing stories, discussing current events, and enjoying each other’s company. No matter how busy life was, our dinners together always helped to keep us
But it wasn’t always that way. In my 20s, I loved cooking, because it wasn’t something I had to do everyday, there was no family depending on me to get it done, and it didn’t matter how long it took or if something was ruined in the process – if all else failed, I could
