My Week in Pictures: Moving Edition

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My Week in Pictures: Moving Edition

The last few weeks have been insane; a whirlwind of activity and stress. So much stress that I couldn’t write. I had ideas, but every time I tried to write, I would freeze up. Too many other things intruded on my thoughts to allow me to compose anything worth reading.  A few days ago, the stress from selling a home, buying a home, and moving came to an end. Well, for the most part. We successfully closed on both homes. The move went as smooth as it could have. Now I hope to find everything we own again. I’m certain

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Stuck in the Mud

Each day I’m awakened by a baby fussing and hungry. I start my day by nursing her then getting myself ready for the day. Before I wake, my husband wakes, dresses, then gets our oldest daughters dressed. By the time I’m dressed and changing Samantha’s diaper, Ginny and Grace are eating their breakfast; all before 7:15 a.m. This is my family’s typical morning routine (i.e., not a day when my husband is working overnight shifts).  After my husband leaves for work and the girls finish breakfast, I look at what the weather looks like in “planning” my day. I’m still adjusting to

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Ordinary on the Outside: Three Sisters

My house doesn’t look special on the outside. It looks like your typical suburban ranch home. Once you walk inside our house, you realize it is filled with children. At the entry way sits a doll nursery set (purple, of course) as well as a child-size rocking chair. A few steps further, you will see the living room furniture as well as a child table and chair set in the corner. If you happen into our home before lunch, you will also likely see a fort built of multiple pillows and blankets (pink, naturally) hiding our coffee table. And, on the

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Involving Children in Household Chores

  For the summer months, I plan on spotlighting guest bloggers with the topic Life Without Kids. While this post does not fit that theme, I thought it was a good one to share. It’s a great post about how to involve our children in household chores.  Kathleen Crane’s day job is a cleaner at CleanersLondon Camden Town and when she gets back home the last thing she would like to do is cleaning again. That’s why she relies on her family to help with the chores. It is hard to find time for yourself and for your family nowadays, especially

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Why I Love Being a Mom

From the time I was a little girl, I have always wanted to be a mom. Perhaps it was due to wanting to be like my mom or it could have been my calling. I’m not sure. Then a funny thing happened, life didn’t turn out as I planned and hoped. By the age of 34, on the day my niece was born, I cried tears of mourning and grief. Not only had I not met the right man to marry, but I hadn’t been on a date in years. My hopes for ever being a mom ended. The odds were

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“Mommy, We Need to Watch Netflix”

My little girls love television. It’s a fact I’ve grappled with and decided to let go of the guilt. Well, most of the time. I do try to limit the amount I watch, but it doesn’t stop their love for the medium.  Each morning I will leave the T.V. on for 2-3 hours with programs that they enjoy. We usually have a “set” routine, starting with PBS favorites like Curious George and Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood, then we move over to Disney Jr. to watch Doc McStuffins, Sofia the First, and my youngest’s favorite, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.  My girls don’t usually sit still to watch their programs. They

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Masochistic Tendencies (or Why I Decided to Do NaBloPoMo Again)

I’ve come to an important conclusion about myself. I’m a masochist. I must be. After all, I torture myself regularly. Who else does than on purpose other than a masochist? Since I don’t get sexual pleasure from it, maybe I just have masochistic tendencies. Why do I think this? How do I torture myself? I believe it started when I was a first grade teacher. Despite dealing with twenty little ones (or more) everyday for hours, I wanted to be a mom. I let children put me through hell at school, but still liked the idea of having my own

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The Broken Chairs

My brother-in-law (my husband’s brother) enjoys working with wood. He’s used his talents to make his children toy boxes and a table and chair set. For our anniversary one year, he made a beautiful cutting board for us. In his home sits a lovely end table that sits next to his living room chairs. You wouldn’t recognize that it was crafted by a wood hobbyist. The only way I know is because he told us he made it. Being a wonderful uncle and Godfather, my brother-in-law made a child-size table set for Ginny on her 1st birthday. The table came with

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7 Things No One Told You About Having Kids

When I imagined becoming a mom, I knew it wouldn’t be all cuddles and kisses. I knew it would come with lots of diaper changes, messes, dreaded potty-training, and temper tantrums.  When I was pregnant, I heard over and over from friends and family we wouldn’t sleep again for at least for 18 years once the baby arrived. We also learned that my personal hygiene would get neglected (it did) and that we would become obsessed with our new baby’s bowel movements. Magazine articles and blog posts only reiterated what those close to us said. However, there were a few things that

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Tackle You

This summer, my girls created a game they love to play with me above others. They discovered it innocently enough. While they were busy playing in the backyard one day, I sat in the grass, careful not to let my skin touch the grass. (Not an easy trick, but something I learned years ago to do because my allergy to grass often results in hives.) As I sat there watching my girls run and have fun, Ginny noticed me calmly sitting in the grass observing them. She ran over to me and said, “I want to tackle you, Mommy. Can I

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