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I Look Fine (and other lies I happily tell my daughter)

I Look Fine (and other lies I happily tell my daughter)

In our typical rush to get out the door in the morning, I got everyone ready before myself. (Which is a huge mistake, if you know the whole “air mask on a plane” theory. With both girls dressed, hair brushed, and teeth sanitized, I finally took off my own PJ’s. I threw open my closetRead More

Sippy Cups, Soccer and Self Doubt

Sippy Cups, Soccer and Self Doubt

Are there ever times when you hear your child calling you, and it takes awhile to respond? Not because you’re ignoring him/her, not because a baby is screaming in your ear, and not because you’re so tired that you’ve accidentally dozed off on the floor while playing blocks. But because you still can’t quite believeRead More

The Lack of Privacy Payback Plan: It’s ON!

The Lack of Privacy Payback Plan: It’s ON!

Okay, I know there are other parents out there who’ve been caught with their pants down…in the bathroom. Seriously, especially for us moms, I never knew what a luxury it was just to pee (and perform other bodily functions) alone. So today, I developed a plan. It’s called the “Lack of Privacy Payback Plan” toRead More

It’s more than just hair (my daughter gets a makeover)

It’s more than just hair (my daughter gets a makeover)

Seeing the ends of her golden hair gathered into a┬álavender┬áponytail holder, I had to choke back emotion. “It’s just hair, honey,” I assured her. “It will grow back.” My preschooler has been begging me to let her get her hair cut “just like mommy’s,” but I’ve been dragging my feet. Why? Well, I was worriedRead More

More Sanity with SmartKnitKIDS Seamless Socks: Review and Giveaway

More Sanity with SmartKnitKIDS Seamless Socks: Review and Giveaway

Awhile back, I posted a desperate plea on my Facebook page. Nearly every morning, my preschooler was causing us to run late. Why? Her socks. She would agree to put them on, only to fling them off in a fit of rage screaming, “They’re goofy!” Her voice was desperate. I knew this wasn’t simply aRead More

Little Girls Need to Vroom-Vroom, Too

Little Girls Need to Vroom-Vroom, Too

She shrugged her shoulders, and set the box aside. Should I have been surprised? My girly-girl, wanna-be princess ballerina, got a belated Christmas gift from her great grandmother–remote control cars. Not pink ones. Not purple ones. Not sparkly ones. Just a red one, and a police car one. “Can I keep looking at my dressesRead More