I made a list of traditional day/weekend activities that I enjoyed as a kid for us to do this summer, but after all the money that I spent to send my kids to camp plus our summer vacation, I had to find ways to make those activities as affordable as possible. This is my list.
I tend to be an insanely private person. I reserve most of my quirks (and there are a lot) for my closest friends and family. So, when my manager suggested writing posts this month that would help our readers get to know us, I seized the opportunity to really put myself out there.
I have to be super stay-at-home-mom, not just regular great stay-at-home-mom. Just don’t make me stay at home…
I had plans for this summer. BIG plans. I was going to be organized, efficient and really get on top of all the things that were lost in the shuffle of the end of school scramble. I even had my list that was written in April. I was going to tackle that list once and
Katy Perry. Meghan Trainor. Rihanna. Flo Rida. I’ve become a pop music junkie, and these artists are my jam. When I had just one baby, one little Edie, we rocked out to the folky guitar music of Elizabeth Mitchell. Now, I have two daughters and we break it down to the top 40 bump-n-grind hits
I write this from a Vermont mountainside condo. The steep slopes, which should be covered in lovely white snow and peppered with skiers, are strips of brown grass. A chilly rain and dense cloud cover set a gloomy mood. The chair lifts are stationery, the parking lot nearly vacant. It’s a resort ghost town in
My wife took me downhill skiing early in our relationship. Dear God, what an experience. As a child, a recurring nightmare of mine was falling backwards or downhill. So, you can imagine the outcome of that experience. As I tried to avoid the five hundred children between me and the bottom of the hill, I was
When I first started writing for the blog I wrote a post that stated when you know you are a mom and wanted to continue with this and I have over the last few years realized how much my life has changed for good, bad and just plain different. You know you are a parent when: 1.
It came without packages, boxes or bags. Last Christmas I was 8 months pregnant, Jack was 2 ½ and Christmas was pure chaos. I was a swollen, miserable, waddling pregnant lady, and Jack was an over-stimulated, overwhelmed toddler which did not combine well. My son had so many gifts that he stopped looking at them. He ripped open each one
Appreciate the little things. Time flies. Know what’s really important. Keep things in perspective. Be present. I read blog post after blog post on these topics and every time I smile and nod in agreement. “Yes! Such an important message!” Then I turn my head away from my kids and go back to scrolling