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The Rehearsal Dinner
So I must admit, even though my boys are only 1 and 3, I’m already thinking of the stories that will be told at their rehearsal dinners. I’m certainly in no rush for them to grow up, let alone get married! (The thought actually gets me choked up!) But for some reason when they do something really good (and by good, I don’t really mean good) it’s like the contrasting thoughts of I can’t believe you just did that and one day we’ll all laugh at this make me think we’re telling this at your rehearsal dinner! Now Brogan, partly because he’s older and has had more opportunity for precarious…
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What do you want for dinner?
What do you want for dinner? It’s a pretty simple question. One asked with good intentions of wanting to feed my family something that they would like to eat. My husband, bless his heart, can never seem to give me a real answer. Me: Babe, what would you like for dinner? Blake: I don’t care. Me: No really, what do you want? Blake: It doesn’t matter. Me: I know it doesn’t matter, but what would you like to eat? Blake: Anything you want to make. Me: What is your favorite thing that I make? Blake: I like it all. Me: If we were at a restaurant, and you had to…
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Bringing Home a Little Brother
When I found out I was pregnant with my second, I immediately started thinking about how it would impact my first. Little did he know that his whole world was going to be changing. I worried mostly about how he’d react without all the attention. With my world so full of him, I wondered how two would fit and where the sacrifices would be made. So my husband and I tried to be very deliberate about the choices we made when it came to introducing Beckett into our home. The first thing we had to tackle was the new nursery – Beckett was going to use the same crib and…
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Why Being a Working Mom Works for Me
When I was pregnant with my first, I had many people ask me, presumably I think, if I would be staying home to raise my son. I would answer no, and I think for those who chose that path, it was hard to understand. Ever since I was young, I had a very strong drive to be an independent, working woman. Yes, I always wanted a family, a big family in fact, but I had a dual desire to pursue a career. I worked hard to get into college, moved to Atlanta for opportunity, found a great job, went back to school for my MBA and as soon as I…
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Discipline Sucks
Discipline is the worst. Why can’t kids just come out of the womb obeying all the rules? The old adage “it hurts me more than it hurts you” is so true (as a kid I thought this was total BS). It’s such a contradiction – you want to punish kids so they stop their bad behavior, but then you don’t actually want to punish them. Ugghh! Brogan is and has been quite the little button-pusher. The threat of discipline rarely deters him – we actually have to follow through. Admittedly, my husband is better at this than I am (so while he may be a participant, he is definitely the…
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Personal Growth
One morning, after arriving late to work, I was telling my co-worker about all I had been through since waking up. I can’t remember the specifics of what went on that morning, but I’m pretty certain it contained a refusal to get dressed, a refusal to brush teeth, screaming, crying and a last minute pit stop at the potty. Some mornings I’m so frazzled that walking through the doors at work is like taking a break. Work is much less stressful than those bad mornings any day. So as I was recalling my tribulations to my co-worker, and trying to look on the bright side, I called my misadventures personal…
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Why I No Longer Speak in Absolutes
I think I was a much better parent before I had kids. Back then, my kids would never talk back and they would always do as they were told. I would never lose my temper and I would always stand my ground. I had the whole thing figured out. I saw the parents with screaming kids and thought there is no way any child of mine will ever act like that! (As if I would have a magic look that would stop a hysterical 2-year-old in his tracks!) Boy was I wrong about it all. Turns out I have gone back on most everything I said I would never do.…
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The Difference Between Moms and Dads
Let me preface this post with a couple of statements. This is not meant to belittle the role of dads, or to say that dads don’t pull their weight. This is not a rant post or me complaining about all that I have to do. I am sure there are families where my theory does not apply. It is simply an observation of the roles within my home, as well as many of my friends’. But here goes. I realized soon after the birth of my first son that there is a distinct difference in the roles of moms and dads. Sure there are the stereotypical ones about moms being…
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The things I used to take for granted
I write this post from the plane, on our way back from a much-needed vacay to Vegas for my husband’s 30th birthday. This was a kid-free trip, and while I knew we needed to recharge, I was reminded of the simple things that we used to take for granted – before we were parents. Sleep. Uninterrupted sleep that begins and ends when you say so. There is a tiredness associated with parenthood that is incomparable to any other cause of fatigue. Yes, you can be tired from a late night of partying, an all-nighter studying or an overnight shift at work. But the parent version of tired is different because…
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Oh the Humiliation
So I’m pretty sure every parent has one of these. That low point when your kids embarrass you so badly you want to crawl in a hole. There are the minor infractions such as when your child asks the woman with a man’s haircut at the grocery store if she is a boy or a girl. Oh, from the mouths of babes. While quite humiliating, it’s an innocent question that meant no harm from an inquisitive toddler trying to figure out the world around them. But then there are the doozies. The kind that you swore would never, ever, ever happen to you, because somehow you’d be awesome at this…
