This is to all the Moms that try to be perfect. That overextend themselves…take the blame, carry the burden, hide the family secrets, and shame themselves for not fixing it.
Potty training has pretty much consumed my life as a mom for the past year and a half. To say that I am doing a happy dance because I am about to have NO MORE DIAPERS in this house is a vast understatement.
For the most part, everyone has particular haircare needs and their favorite, swear by products. I, however, have never been a “hair person”, or had any preference on what goes in my hair.
Okay Lovey’s, now tell me, is this how all your room renovations begin?
Here you are, cruising along just fine, and then BAM!— all of a sudden you’re in full-blown battle with your kid that by the end, neither of y
I’d often noticed the Parent’s Choice brand while shopping at Wal-Mart but didn’t know much about it.
Oh, this Girl. My Mini. She’s nine now, going on 29 if you steal a peek at that old soul of hers.
I am a lot of things to my son- kisser of boo-boos, catcher of crickets, hide-and-seeker, nighttime tickler, meal delivery system (because, you know, it just appears), disciplinarian, teacher, bath time enforcer, and mo
Any chance we get, my husband and I will jump at a chance to travel over a long weekend.