Mommy loves Daddy, and that lead to 4 boys. Here’s the story of a former-PR guru Mom who had her last child at age 41, as she tries to stay sane while raising 4 boys, and keeping up with her IronMan Husband.
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I am overwhelmed. My friend Amy introduced me to this awesome kid craft site, The Crafty Crow, and visions of bats and ghosts are now filling my head. I love this site for its daily fill of inspiration. There is something about Halloween decorations...
Of course you aren’t. Because you understand that giving your child a set of chores to do each night gives them life-long skills that will enhance their lives, spare them from pink boxers, and even enrich their marriage.
When you stand in this spot in the front yard of my childhood home, and look directly across the street, and then just to the right, you will see the house that Mom would always nod to, and proudly and defiantly refer to the woman who lived there as...
On our way to pick apples, I drove along country roads, with a sketch of a map in my head for navigation. For the most part, I just followed a square grid in my head to travel north east, toward the apple orchard.
I thought, for a while, that I was...
I’m so forgetful and I loose my lists. I find bits of scrap paper everywhere with lists I no longer need, and never the one I do need. I wanted a big place to record jobs, (water the Buckeye tree — it’s dying!) and lists (don’t forget laundry...
But I don’t. The minute I pick the kids up from school I’m hit with no less than 15 requests for play dates, queries about “what’s for snack, ” and an avalanche of forms that the school needs my signature on immediately. My mind is whirling...
This pesto tastes so good that I briefly considered bottling and selling it. Then, I realized I would probably eat all the supply and have nothing left to sell. I whipped this up this morning, after my kindergartner helped me gather the nasturtium...